First Time

When I opened the door wrapped in a towel, she came in without letting me speak. She wasn’t the guy my friend was expecting or the plan my head had imagined.

I thought I had only gone to open the door, but that night she came into my room with me and whispered that she was going to make me lose my mind.

I heard their moans through the wall and lay still, imagining. I didn’t know that curiosity would end with me between the two of them.

We grew up together, studied together, and kept the same secret for years. The night we buried their parents, we finally said everything out loud.

He had known for a month that he wanted her more than a friend should. When she opened her apartment door, he realized he could no longer keep pretending.

Every night I stayed until closing just to watch him move behind the bar. I had no idea the shy boy held the woman who would change my life.

My parents said that neighbor was trouble. I only knew that every time I ran into her in the elevator, I struggled to breathe and didn’t know why.

I handed her a blouse one size too small without telling her why. When I heard her muffled cry from the fitting room, I knew I was going in and I wouldn't come out the same.

It was raining, his place was empty, and I had a surprise waiting. I’d never done it before, but that afternoon I decided it was time to find out what desire tasted like.

I never saw him in person. I only needed my words, a candlelit altar, and the certainty that a man can kneel before someone who will never return the gesture.

They had shared the same room since childhood, and she watched her sleep every night. That morning, when her aunt let the towel fall in front of the mirror, she knew she could no longer keep pretending.

She went down to reception just to ask about a trail, but she kept staring too long at the green eyes of the girl behind the desk. And the girl noticed.

I arrived in the city knowing no one, and that very afternoon a stranger offered me a slice of pizza. Neither of us knew where that gesture would lead.

The Rio girl sat between them like the night belonged to her. “Soft or the kind that break things?” she asked. Neither of them knew what was still waiting to be discovered.

I’d never thought about another woman like that until her white coat brushed my knee and I knew this exam would be unlike any other.

“And you don’t mind that she’s got a cock?” her cousin asked before introducing her to me. I said I wanted to get to know her first. That same night I ended up on my knees at her feet.

I practiced in front of the mirror for weeks. The night I packed the dress into my backpack, I knew there was no turning back: this time it would be real.

I wanted to see another man inside my girlfriend. What I didn’t count on was what I’d feel, lying in the bed beside them while she moaned for someone who wasn’t me.

I walked into the suite expecting a frightened woman. I never imagined what was hiding under that long skirt, or how eagerly she meant to show me.

The first time he kissed me in that parking lot, I ran away. The second time, I didn’t make excuses: I let him corner me against the same block wall.