Female Friends

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.