First Time

I needed diapers for my daughter and didn’t have a peso. When the American offered me money, I told myself it would be just once. I had no idea what would come next.

For months I’d been fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When I suggested the trip to Valeria, all three of us knew something was about to change forever.

The cheerleader uniform, five players, and too much beer. That night I lost something I thought mattered and discovered it didn’t matter that much.

When Marcos told me he wanted to share me with another man, I didn’t reject him. I felt curiosity, nerves, and something I had never felt before: real desire.

We’d been stealing looks for weeks in the corridor. She was married, I knew I shouldn’t. But the night we were left alone to close, everything we’d held back no longer fit.

I met her on an internet forum. When she confessed she was a virgin at her age, I knew that visit would be something we’d both remember forever.

For weeks we’d been passing each other in the hallway without going beyond a hello. That night at the bar, what Valeria revealed changed everything.

She got out of the car with her skirt raised, and her husband calmly asked me from the driver's seat if I liked what I saw.

Adrián had a photo that kept me awake at night. When he came through the door, I knew the evening wouldn’t disappoint either of us.

She told me she had never gone all the way with anyone. There was something in the way she said it that made me want to be the one to change that.

She opened the car door with a calmness I hadn’t expected. No photos, no names, no idea what would happen. She got in, closed the door, and everything changed.

She had never had a boyfriend, never been with a man. When I took her to my apartment that afternoon, her hands were shaking, but she never let go of me.

I was always invisible, the girl with glasses nobody noticed. That afternoon at the market, when the oranges rolled away, everything changed all at once.

When I told him it was my first time, he paused for a second and looked at me. Not with doubt, but with something that looked far too much like satisfaction.

I stayed alone in the room while she crossed into the one next door. Two hours of waiting, imagining, and listening to the silence of the wall.

Helena arrived two hours before the flight. I had bought her perfume to thank her. She had another plan for saying goodbye.

I arrived at the hotel alone and told myself that week would be different. I had no idea the woman at the bar would teach me things I'd never felt before.

She’d been dancing with a stranger on the floor for twenty minutes. When he suggested going up to the bathroom, she said yes without imagining what would happen next.

We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.

Three months after she dumped me, I saw her kissing someone else in that bar. That same night I walked into a gay bar and began sinking without knowing how far I'd go.