First Time

I agreed for his sake, not knowing that crossing that door would change my idea of pleasure. That night I stopped being only his.

She was naked on her boyfriend’s lap, still flushed, when she said it with a half-smile: “Since we’ve started… we could keep going.” No one expected that from her.

They’d come looking for action and the club was dead. Until a shy couple showed up, not knowing what they’d walked into.

She only wanted to understand her body before getting married. She never imagined that therapy group would lead her to betray everything she believed about herself.

I promised my friend I wouldn’t touch his little sister. What I didn’t tell him was that his best friend sat next to me every class, too close for me to focus on the numbers.

He had never seen a naked woman until that afternoon by the waterfall. What he didn’t know was that desire would end up shipping him to the end of the world.

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

I’d been bathing naked in that creek for years, believing it was mine alone. That afternoon, among the brush, two young eyes watched me without shame.

For eons I knew only the silence of the void. Until I hooked a signal in a blue world and, without asking permission, slipped into the body of a woman on fire.

I had just turned twenty-two and had never been with anyone. Iván was three years younger, but one stupid bet was enough to show me who was in charge.

Four months alone in the mountains had left him with a hunger no whisky could soothe. That night, behind the inn’s red curtain, three boys knew exactly how to take him in.

It was two in the morning when he agreed to cross my threshold. He only asked for three things, and the third was the one that excited me most: that he could change his mind whenever he wanted.

We’d been at sea for weeks, and the old boatswain had been looking at me differently. That midnight, when I finished my watch, I knocked on his door without imagining what he’d ask of me.

I’d spent years sneaking on just to look. That summer afternoon, I finally decided to open the door to one of them.

We sat there like any two friends, but we both knew why we’d come. When the door closed, neither of us dared take the first step.

It was three in the morning when I felt his mouth searching for me in the dark, and I knew this time I’d be the one to guide him to the end.

I was twenty, a virgin, and shut away among comic books. My father thought a trip to the countryside would make a man of me. He had no idea who would be waiting for me there.

I went trembling into that dark apartment to wait for a man I had never seen. What happened that afternoon marked me for the rest of my life.

That stone basement under their house was my secret school: there I learned what I didn’t even dare to name, first with Tomás and then with his brother.

They called themselves brothers, men, untouchable. But every excuse —the creatine, the exhaustion, the technique— hid the same truth neither dared name.