First Time

She was coming of age, and the entire sanctuary held its breath as she walked naked to the altar where her two mothers waited, ready to initiate her.

All my classmates sighed over him, but none of them knew what I hid beneath the masculine uniform the world forced me to wear.

I was married, I was straight, and I was sure of who I was. That dawn, in a car parked by the beach, I stopped being so sure.

They went up to the second floor carrying a tray of pastries. None of them imagined they’d learn that afternoon how much desire had been sleeping between the three of them.

We woke up naked, all three of us, and laughing, I remembered the exact moment everything changed: when I learned what Mariela was hiding under her skirt.

When he put my hand on his crotch while driving, I knew there was no going back. That night I stopped pretending and gave myself to him completely.

I wanted her from the very first day, with her perfect body squeezed into those leggings. What I didn’t imagine was what she was hiding underneath, or how far I was willing to go.

I stopped at the traffic light out of curiosity. An hour later I was on my back, asking her to take it slow, discovering a side of me I'd spent years pretending didn't exist.

It was the first time I saw her appear in a nightdress at three in the morning, barefoot and with that smile that asked permission without asking.

When she poured the fourth shot and held my gaze a second too long, I knew that night we were going to cross the line we’d been avoiding for months.

It was almost eleven when the elevator dropped me at the empty parking garage. I had no idea those keys would cost me so much, and so little, at the same time.

When she told me the total and I counted my bills, I knew I was four thousand short. I leaned on the counter and whispered a proposition in her ear.

I asked for the room and turned off the lights so she could take care of me like never before. Until my hand found something between her legs I’d never imagined.

The call came on a Saturday at dusk. Her parents were away, and her voice on the phone trembled a little. I knew then the night wasn’t going to end early.

Downstairs, our parents toasted twenty years together. Upstairs, in his bedroom, I had his cock in my hand while he waited for me to finally dare.

Marisol was sitting on the edge of the bed with the baby at her breast, completely naked, when I pushed the door open. Milk was dripping from her and she didn’t ask me to leave.

We followed the moans down to the kitchen and found them. That night, I learned by watching what I would dare to try the next day.

When I sat beside her in that workshop, I never imagined that quiet, sad woman would end up whispering, naked in her bed, that she had never felt anything like it.

Mariana asked me whether I’d ever been curious about kissing another woman. I answered with an impulse that changed what we were forever.

All she had to do was hint at something and I'd get on all fours. That night I discovered she had two surprises hidden away—and only one was for me.