First Time

Two bottles of wine. The confession that I’d never come. Natalia looked at me and said: let me show you. Three weeks later, there were three of us.

I never imagined a night of dominoes with two friends would end like this. When they both looked at me at the same time, I knew the air had changed.

Matías had been looking at me differently for weeks. When he finally said it out loud, the floor disappeared beneath my feet. It was forbidden.

No one spoke about what happened that week. It wasn’t necessary. The three of us knew something between us had changed forever.

The garden was dark when Marcos dragged me behind the hedges. What followed, amid champagne and bodies, was nobody’s plan.

When Natalia started taking off her blouse, I understood that goodbye wasn’t going to be like the others. I was 18 and had never touched a woman.

I’d spent a month thinking about that night, and I told Sandra everything without filters. She listened in silence and finally said: I’m jealous. That’s how it all began.

Andrés was away on a trip and I was wearing my new skirt. When the doorbell rang and I saw my uncle at the door, I knew my secret was over.

Mateo was twenty-five and had a look that didn’t ask permission. When Andrés invited him home, we both knew that night wasn’t going to end soon.