First Time

I put on Camila’s clothes as a joke. I ended up in a stranger’s apartment, not knowing how I’d gotten there or what was going to happen.

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.

With her eyes closed, she built every detail: someone’s hands, his lips, the weight of another body on hers. She hadn’t lived it yet, but she already needed it.

I had never been with a trans girl. I found her ad on a site, called not knowing what to expect, and on Saturday I climbed three floors toward something unnamed.

My boyfriend didn’t show up to the Christmas party. Instead, his godfather—my neighbor across the street—offered me a drink, and that extra glass changed everything.

I was walking alone in the rain, my clothes clinging to my body, when he saw me from the construction site. Neither of us said much. We didn’t have to.

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

I had never been with a woman. When I opened the door and saw her standing there, I knew something in me was going to change forever that night.

I never thought getting waxed would change anything. But when he ran the wax over my buttocks and told me to get on all fours, something in me lit up.

She reached out to shake my hand and my heart skipped. Months of talking, laughing, pent-up tension. All that was left was to see what we'd do with it.

Twenty years old, a virgin, and frozen in the hallway when I saw him through the crack in the door. What happened that night wasn’t what I expected—but it was exactly what I needed.

Lucía and Marcos started fucking in front of us as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I couldn’t even move.

I pedaled to the river with my blood already hot, knowing what I was going to do when no one could see me. That afternoon, at last, fantasy would become real.

I’d been watching him cross the hallway for weeks. That afternoon he called me to his office, and something inside me knew everything was about to change.

When I came out of the shower, she was there in black lingerie with that smile I hadn’t seen in years. That night she had a plan for me I would never have imagined asking for.

After weeks of silence, she called to ask if I was alone. Half an hour later, she was at my door in a floral dress, with something to give me.

My friends were late and he appeared without my calling him. Ten minutes later, we both already knew where we were going to end up.

I went to fix his washing machine with a red thong under my pants. I only had to find the moment for him to notice. He said nothing, but he kept watching.

I slipped in quietly and found him by the window, absorbed in what was happening across the street. My youngest son was no longer a boy, and I saw everything.

Alone in the house for the first time in months, I turned on the screen with the vague intention of killing time. No one could imagine what I was about to discover about myself.