College

I walked through the door expecting a normal party. Instead I found a patio full of girls in bikinis, no other men, and a hostess with a smile that was anything but friendly.

When her boyfriend slammed the door on his way out, she stood barefoot in my kitchen, waiting for me to say the first word of her new life.

I found my friend trembling in the bathroom at that dinner. When I asked who had left her like that, I never imagined she’d say the name of our most feared professor.

When I walked into that attic with the ropes hanging from the beams, I understood that night would no longer belong to me.

She walked through the empty classrooms with a folder under her arm and a steel ruler in her hand, never imagining that three bullies would learn to fear the sound of metal that night.

I had spent a year swallowing his taunts in silence. That afternoon, when he grabbed my shirt to humiliate me, my hand found exactly where to squeeze.

She felt the gaze before she saw it: someone was watching her naked among the lockers. When she yanked the door open, the hunter became the prey.

I lifted my dress step by step while they followed me up the stairs. By the time we reached my room, there was nothing left to hide.

I arrived in a black dress and the idea of an easy night. By 3 a.m., I was no longer counting bottles or the hands running over my back.

They arrived at six sharp, kissed me one by one as soon as they walked in, and I knew that night I wouldn’t be the one setting the rules.

Her mouth around my cock woke me up, and I knew the second day in the beach house was going to be even longer than the first.

When I asked what really turned her on, she straddled me and began telling me about a night she’d never confessed to anyone.

I only wanted to sleep off the booze. But when the door opened and the three of them came in, I decided to keep my eyes closed and see how far they’d dare go.

We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.

Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers see everything.

Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.

We got turned on in class and couldn’t wait until we got home. The vacant lot behind the college was the first of many places where we shouldn’t have touched each other.

She thought I was still asleep while she touched herself on the floor beside my bed. I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to stop, not yet.

I went into the bar bathroom looking for a moment of calm and found her there, eyes closed and legs open, with no intention of stopping when she saw me.