First Time

Three years without seeing him, and the second he stepped back into the house I knew I couldn’t keep pretending what I felt was just sisterly love.

I was 18. I never would have imagined a trip with my grandmother and mother would end like this. The storm had gone on for two days without stopping.

I saw my ex kissing someone else at the bar. That night I crossed a line I’d never crossed before, and spent months charging for pleasure.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

No one had ever touched my body like that. When his hands closed around my waist, the textbook ceased to exist and something entirely different began.

I closed the laptop and could still feel his imaginary hands on my skin, the deep voice giving orders I obeyed without hesitation. A fantasy so real it left me shaking.

She arrived in the living room in a black dress and a smile that knew exactly what it was doing. My wife looked at her the way I did. All three of us knew the afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.

It began in the university courtyard, when a punch left me breathless and I felt something beyond pain. After that, I couldn’t stop seeking it.

Romina walked into that party with a confidence few women have. The next day, when she took me to pick up her daughter, I realized the night before had only been the beginning.

When I saw them on the roof terrace, everything changed. My cousin was looking at me from the dark and asked me something I hadn’t expected to hear that night.

The package arrived on a Tuesday. I held it in my hands without opening it for ten minutes, knowing that once I did, there’d be no turning back.

He was the protective father, the faithful husband, the kind of man who rejected anything outside the norm. Until that night at the country house.

I locked the door, lowered the blind, and promised myself there would be no limits tonight. I’d waited too long to discover that pleasure.

That afternoon everything seemed normal, just a get-together with friends. Until she opened my bedroom door and looked me over without asking permission.

The message said: “How about sharing you with a couple?” I laughed. But something in those words sparked a curiosity I didn’t know I had.

We were 19 when Laura decided to teach us how to kiss. What began as an innocent game took us much farther than anyone imagined.

I was seventeen, and the heat wouldn’t let me sleep. I went into his room looking for water and found something I’d never forget.

When that twenty-year-old boy appeared in my doorway for the second time, hands trembling and voice breaking, I knew the night was about to change.

When he looked up and caught me staring at him in the locker room, something shifted between us. I just didn’t know exactly what, or how far it would go.

I had tried on the plaid skirt and the shirt knotted at my navel a hundred times in my head. That afternoon, with the house empty, I finally did it for real.