First Time

For months I’d noticed her searching for me in the crowd during the sermon. That Sunday I decided to follow her home and find out what that look was hiding.

Marina knew exactly where to touch to make Lucía’s body stop obeying her. That night, in the hotel’s dim light, she decided to find out how far her curiosity went.

She agreed to stay the night for her favorite aunt’s birthday. She had no idea that two women had planned every caress with precision for that night.

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.

I'd always wanted her in silence, listening to her from my room. That night, with two drinks too many, I stopped pretending it was only curiosity.

Carolina had never told anyone what she secretly wanted. That night, with the house to themselves, she decided her sister-in-law would be the first to hear it... and more.

She accepted the invitation to pay her cheating boyfriend back in kind and chose the fine-featured zombie, not imagining what she would discover when she took off the costume.

We arrived revving the bike so everyone would look. But I only had eyes for the girl in the next tent and for what we were going to share that night.

When she started crying on my shoulder and confessed that her husband no longer touched her, I knew that afternoon’s massage was going to end very differently.

Every month I crossed the street for a wax, never imagining the girl with the soft hands was waiting for the same signal I was.

Every time the girl came into her house, something ignited inside her. That afternoon, for the first time, no one else was there to interrupt them.

I met her on the excursions, exotic and self-assured. I never imagined that one comment at the pool would end with me naked in my husband’s room.

She had spent months greeting her in the entrance hall, holding back her desire. That afternoon, the shopping bags spilled, and at last I had an excuse to go upstairs.

I hadn’t felt anything for months. Then she came in behind me in the stall, locked the door, and everything I thought I knew about myself came crashing down.

They shared the same class three days a week and secretly watched each other—until one of them grew tired of pretending nothing was happening.

I’d been stuck in a cast for weeks and bored out of my mind when a TV series stirred something in me. Then she appeared in the doorway with a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent.

When she took off her sweat-soaked T-shirt in front of that girl, she knew she was no longer sweating just from the heat of the barn.

I had adored her in silence since childhood. The night before she left, she asked me to help her undress, and my hands trembled as they finally brushed her skin.

Eight years into my career, no patient had ever looked at me like that. That afternoon she put her feet up on my sofa, held my gaze, and everything I thought was solid began to tremble.

I arrived single and bored, planning to leave early. Then the lambada started, and firm hands took my waist from behind.