College

They shared the same class three days a week and secretly watched each other—until one of them grew tired of pretending nothing was happening.

I followed her on social media to get revenge on my ex, but ended up wanting her instead. Months later I saw her in the crowd and knew I wouldn't let her go.

I felt her hand slide up my thigh in the packed subway, and even though I couldn’t move an inch, I didn’t want her to stop.

A single photograph on the studio wall was enough for the professor to realize he could never look at her as just a student again.

I had buried it under years of exams and routine, but all it took was hearing him say my name from across the bar for my body to remember what my mind wanted to forget.

That night, hidden in the shadow of the hallway, my husband learned that offering me to another man had a price: watching someone else give me what he no longer knew how to give.

I used to avoid him because he was quiet and weird. Then a shove on the subway made me discover what he’d been hiding under all those huge clothes, and I couldn’t think about anything else.

I went upstairs to see why the girl in the back room was screaming. I never imagined she’d drop the towel and ask me to look, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I’d put on the shortest skirt I owned, and when that college student rested his hand on my thigh, I knew the journey would be far longer than the ticket said.

She had hated him for years, but when she saw him sitting in that café, all she felt was heat between her legs and a desire she thought buried forever.

I thought I was the most disciplined man at the faculty. Then she leaned against the empty classroom door and made it clear she knew everything I hid.

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

I signed up at the last minute for a countryside party where no one had a partner and one rule ruled everything: what happened that night stayed there. I had no idea how far it would go.

We’d been brushing against each other in the halls for weeks without daring to do anything. That night I got tired of waiting, took off my sweatshirt in front of his door, and told him what I wanted.

We both wanted him from the very first class, but we never imagined he’d be the one to ask us to choose between forgetting him or moving into his house.

We came out of the showers wrapped in short towels, shaking with cold. In the jacuzzi, two strangers were waiting for us, smiling like they had just found dinner.

I climbed the stairs behind him, breathing in his cologne, not knowing his roommates would come back two hours earlier than expected.

At two in the morning, the key turned in the lock and I was still under him, with no intention of covering up. Four pairs of eyes looked at me from the doorway.

Almost nine at night, an empty campus, and a backpack forgotten in the bathrooms. I opened it only to find its owner. What I found inside changed everything.

The headboard of his bed hit the wall in a steady rhythm, and I, awake in the dark, could no longer pretend it didn’t affect me.