First Time

I had never gone into a place like that. But those legs, that mischievous smile, that metal door... something told me I had to follow this time.

When she drew the curtain and put my hands on her body, I understood that my cousin had decided that afternoon would change everything between us.

I was wearing my roommate’s tight dress when a taxi driver stopped to ask me for service. I never imagined I’d enjoy it so much.

I’d gone weeks without breathing properly because of work. That night I wanted to celebrate alone. I walked into the first bar I saw and left as someone else.

When Rodrigo opened the door for me, I knew there was no turning back. My life was about to change in a way I never imagined.

I met Andrés, with that smile that undid me. Sofía wasn’t home. I hadn’t come for her anyway.

I was twenty and had never been with a man. That night, while closing the gym, the only member left walked into the showers at the same time I did.

He sat off to the side, looking at the water with resignation. He was shy, he was a virgin, and he was perfect for what my friend and I had been thinking about all afternoon.

We had spent months building something unnamed. The afternoon I finally dared to ask him, I knew there was no turning back.

I hadn’t seen her in months. When I saw her at the restaurant entrance with her round belly and those dark eyes, I knew I still wanted her as much as before, maybe more.

I’d carried that nameless curiosity for years. When Diego appeared in the cove, alone and with time to spare, something changed before the day was over.

When I arrived at his apartment that Saturday afternoon, I had shaved everything and I wasn’t wearing underwear. I knew exactly what I was going for. Or so I thought.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.

Two twenty-year-old guys sneak into the neighbor’s house while she’s showering. What happens when she catches them is something none of them will ever forget.

I was twenty-one and had never been with a trans woman. Valentina changed that in one night with her body, her calm, and the way she guided me without judgment.

The house was empty and I had all the time in the world. I never imagined that looking for a charger would lead me to my father’s and stepmother’s secret life.

The professor stopped under the trees and slipped his hand under my skirt. It was the first time someone had touched me like that, and I didn’t want him to stop.

Marcos arrived on time in his dark suit, smelling of expensive cologne. When I closed the apartment door, I knew we were both about to cross a line.

She entered the confessional to talk about her dreams. When she left the sacristy, she was no longer the same. Eighteen years old, she had just discovered what her body had been asking for months.

A bet, alcohol, and years of friendship. That night, Adrián and Marcos discovered that some limits aren’t where you think they are.