Female Friends

One random dawn I turned on the camera and, without knowing it, opened the door to the only woman who learned how to make me tremble from six hundred kilometers away.

When the anesthetic wore off and he opened his eyes, he was already naked, cuffed to a chair, and surrounded by four women who had been waiting a month for this moment.

I was always the one letting him watch. That afternoon I flipped the game: I sat him in the armchair and let my best friend do to him what he had been imagining.

That afternoon, while Sofía tried on lingerie in front of the mirror, my husband and I discovered we had gone months without looking at each other like that.

We’d spent months sharing coffees and confidences. That afternoon, with the cup still warm in my hands, she asked me something no friend ever dares to ask.

I hid the phone behind a book and opened the camera. Sebastián had no idea two more pairs of eyes were watching me undress in front of him.

I’d always fantasized about being with another woman, but I’d never done it. That night, in her apartment, she put her hands on my hips and I knew we weren’t going to sleep.

I only knew Beatriz because she was my wife’s friend. One night she came down to the kitchen with an unexpected proposal.

I was forty-four, had two daughters, and a recent divorce when the girl from across the street looked at me differently and said what I didn’t dare think.

Carolina said she was bored of men. But when I dropped my pants beside her pool, her eyes never left me for a second.

My sister’s friends kept coming to my door with one excuse or another. What I never imagined was who would end up in front of me at three in the morning.

Sofía dragged me down a path, not knowing that beyond the last pine tree lay a tiny cove, two naked strangers, and an invitation we weren’t going to refuse.

For years I’d watched my wife be flirted with at every gym gathering. That night, with the air already heated, it stopped being a game while I watched everything from the armchair.

Three days at the beach, five friends, and a phone that was never turned off. I thought I was among innocent laughs; others saw it as a show.

We climbed the rusty stairs and heard moans behind the curtain. I couldn’t stop watching—or feeling my best friend pressed against my shoulder.

We both knew the other was bisexual, but we had never done anything about it. That afternoon, a beer and an old game changed everything.

I never thought an avatar in a video game would make me want another woman again—or that desire would stay with me long after I turned off the console.

I texted “Want to play?” from my fitting room. Five seconds later I slipped into hers, ready to make her come in silence before the saleswoman noticed.

The moment I crossed my legs, I already knew the three of them had planned something. What I didn’t expect was how hard it would be to stay quiet all night.

When Matías and I came back from the corner store with cigarettes, Camila and Renata were already too close on the sofa, whispering in each other’s ears.