Female Friends

The three of them went away alone, with suitcases full of tiny bikinis and a single intention. My wife said she’d tell me when she got back. And she certainly did.

I had always wanted my friend’s boyfriend. That night, when alcohol finally knocked her out, he returned to the living room naked—and everything changed.

I was only supposed to take them home after the party. I never imagined that her alcohol-loosened friend would turn that late-night drive into something I still haven't finished telling.

We drew teams and I ended up with her. Within minutes, I realized she'd noticed everything—and that she enjoyed watching as much as I enjoyed being watched.

I never imagined a vacation with my best friend would end like this: the four of us in a room that wasn’t ours, and neither of us wanting to leave.

All her life they’d looked at her like an object. That afternoon, in the stone house at the end of the street, she decided to look first.

When the DJ said my name and the whole club sang, I never imagined the best part of my birthday would begin much later, far from the dance floor.

Sonia was waiting for me at the restaurant door in a dress so short that every time she breathed it told a secret. And I had come ready to tell mine.

I was curious and a little scared, but when I knelt in front of him I knew I wasn’t going to back out. That afternoon I learned something new about myself.

I thought those photos were mine alone—until she counted to five by the ships and hiked up her dress without warning.

I could have held it, but I didn’t want to. I got out, left the door ajar, and waited for the headlights to find me squatting by the road.

When I started teasing Diego inside the tent, Camila had her eyes closed. But her hand was already moving under the sleeping bag, and I knew she wasn’t asleep at all.

When my friend opened the bag, there was no uniform at all: just wings, a garter belt, and fishnet stockings. And the trailer was already waiting to roll.

We always played at being girlfriends in front of everyone, until heat, the river, and a few beers blurred the line between the game and what we really wanted.

I arrived at her place an hour before dinner and found her naked in front of the mirror, torn between two dresses and about to change everything.

When the four guys came into the apartment at five in the morning, I knew I was about to live through something I’ve never told anyone.

The apartment walls were paper-thin, and my girlfriend’s best friend slept just on the other side. That first morning, we pretended not to remember she was there.

Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on warm sand and far from home, she decided she was done watching from the shore.

When Sara came out of Don Aurelio’s winery her legs were shaking and she wouldn’t look me in the eye. I knew exactly what had just happened inside.

I went expecting Pilar, but it was her friend who slid the number across the table and told me, without beating around the bush, to call her as soon as I got home.