Female Friends

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 the warm sand and far from home, she decided she didn’t want to watch from the shore anymore.

When Sara came out of Don Aurelio’s cellar, her legs were trembling and she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. I knew exactly what had just happened in there.

I came thinking of 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.

There were twenty photos and a video hidden in a folder with a single letter. I opened it expecting anything but what I was about to see.

I confessed to Bianca why her boyfriend would never fully satisfy her, and she revealed a secret identical to mine. That same week we invited them both over.

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

At the club gym, after the final circuit, Daniela and Roxana discovered that sport wasn’t the only thing they were good at doing together.

We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.

When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.

Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

At forty-five, after eight years without touching a man, Inés thought she’d seen it all. Until her two most prudish friends arrived in tears with the truth.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and when I tried to understand what was happening there were already hands opening my legs.

I let them walk ahead so I could stare without hiding it. I never imagined that, before noon, the two of them would call me over from behind the palm trees.

When Sofía said, “What if instead of a threesome we do an orgy?”, I felt my stomach drop—and for the first time, I didn’t want to say no.

I sat him on the sofa, facing the huge bed, and whispered in his ear: “Stay right there—this surprise is for you.” He had no idea what was coming.

I was only going to watch, that’s what I told myself as I walked into the studio. But the camera kept clicking, and before I knew it, I was naked between them.

They called it their secret getaway: three days without husbands or children. But this time Bea invited four men to dinner, and none of them imagined how the night would end.

I let my guard down with a silly question about group sex, and Antonella smiled as if she’d been waiting months for someone to ask it.

It had been six years since anyone had touched me. That night, in the back seat of a taxi, I discovered how much power I held over a man’s desire... and over my own.

I let my guard down for a second and Renata had already locked the door. She knew my secret, and she intended to use it to get exactly what she wanted from me.

When that green-eyed girl came into the bar, I was the only one who noticed the detail the others missed. By that same night, she was in our bed.

Four women, nine men, and a cabin with a pool. I got in the van knowing something was going to happen, but not that I’d give myself to all of them without thinking twice.

At the café, they dared each other over laughs: each would pick a man that very afternoon. Neither imagined the bet would end in the same bed.

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.

We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.

I had never had a massage just on my breasts, much less with my four friends watching from the pool’s edge, waiting their turn.

In the car, the only light came from a distant streetlamp and a stranger who grabbed my ass the second I closed the door. The night had barely begun.

There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

She came to buy my book and ended up sitting on my lap with her back to me. “Read it slowly, out loud,” I told her, while my fingers began sliding down her body.

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

She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.

When Mariela took the microphone and said the bar was closed for just the women there, I knew none of us was going home the same.

Every morning she watched her come out of the kitchen in a nightgown clinging to her body and settled for crumbs. Until the coffee grove left them alone all day.

I could hear their laughter through the wall. I went to the half-open door and what I saw took my breath away: my two best friends, half-naked, staring at each other.

We queued for the slides all morning, but it was in the water, with her hand sliding over my waist, that I understood what she really wanted from me.

She locked the door and slipped the key into her pocket. “From now on you do what I say,” she whispered, and part of me, tired of deciding, wanted to obey.

I rested my feet on her lap without thinking, like so many other nights. But that time Daniela looked at me differently, and I knew there was no turning back.

I was in my forties, married, with two children, and I had never once looked at another woman. That night, leaning on the bar in a pub, everything I thought I knew about myself came undone.

I went to get my jacket so I could leave without interrupting. Then I saw Daniela’s hand buried under Paula’s clothes, and my feet refused to move from that doorway.

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

I didn’t know anyone at that girls’ dinner, until she walked through the door and our eyes got stuck on each other over the plates.

The club closed at two and none of us wanted to go home. We booked a jacuzzi room, got two more bottles, and threw out an idea that changed everything.

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.

When she started crying on my shoulder and confessed that her husband no longer touched her, I knew that afternoon’s massage was going to end very differently.

For months we’d had breakfast together after dropping the kids off. That morning she seemed different, and what she texted me changed everything between us.

It had been more than ten years since I’d seen her. I found her by the dildo shelf and, without thinking, gave her my number.

It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.

Four glasses of wine in, Rodrigo started talking. What came out of his mouth that night changed the rules between them forever.

Rodrigo didn’t make her leave when she stayed till the end. Sofía didn’t want to ask her to. All three of them knew it, unspoken, from the moment the ballroom doors closed.