Female Friends

Daniela asked me to drive her home. When we arrived, two neighbors were drinking beers outside. One had a secret my friend already suspected. I decided to find out.

Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.

She whispered in my ear that tonight was only for girls. I should have left. Instead, something in me decided to stay.

Marcos introduced her with a knowing smile. I looked her up and down and knew at once that behind that prim façade was something dying to be set free.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.

Diego sent me affectionate messages while I was, inside that jacuzzi, feeling Sergio’s hands on my waist and pushing my ass back against him.

When the canvas opened in the middle of the night, we knew what had begun between us was turning into something much bigger.

Daniela was twenty, lived on the fourth floor, and had never been with a woman. That day, all of that changed at once.

I had never thought about it until my new friends mentioned it. That night, alone in my room, curiosity won out over fear.

They had been friends for years. All coupled, all jealous, convinced it was just another dinner. Then Daniela brought out the cards.

We had planned Saturday, but she called on Friday: come tonight, I’m anxious. When she opened the door, I could no longer pretend this wasn’t serious.

We were both completely naked, legs crossed, cups in hand, and that was when Sofía asked if I wanted to move in with her.

The couples' game began as an innocent bet by the pool. By nightfall, none of them could quite remember where one body ended and the next began.

There were six of us at Rosa’s bar. By three in the morning, the same six of us were still at Valeria’s place, but nobody had any clothes on.

I met Andrés, with that smile that undid me. Sofía wasn’t home. I hadn’t come for her anyway.

Sofía weighed two hundred pounds of pure authority. Renata understood that the night an old folder changed the balance of power between them forever.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.

When Beatriz locked the office door, neither man yet understood that the meeting had become something else.

I was alone on the sofa when the door opened. It was Marina, my sister’s friend, and what she saw made her smile. What happened next took me by surprise.

When I saw them getting close at the bar, I knew the night wouldn’t end the way they imagined. I’d already touched both of them before they even brushed against each other.