Forbidden

Her cold hands moved slowly over a place no hand should have gone. I didn’t make a sound. But something broke that afternoon, and nothing was ever quite the same.

I had him drunk in my hands. Months of fantasies about my roommate, and now only his wet underwear stood between us.

What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.

The package arrived on a Tuesday without warning. Inside, three bikinis he’d chosen himself. The note said: “Try them on this afternoon. Two photos of each. Don’t improvise the angles.”

She had been sad for days since her boyfriend left her. I sat beside her on the sofa with no clear intention. But she rested her head on my shoulder and everything changed.

I put the coffee on the table, we started talking, and the last thing I remember is sleep overtaking me. When I woke up, I was tied hand and foot.

The doctor was clear: seven days of treatment. My mother, a nurse by profession, said she’d take care of it herself. I had no idea what that meant.

Diego looked at me that night and said it plainly: he wanted to see me with his best friend. I wasn’t scandalized. Curiosity won.

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.

When Sandra came out of the shop with that smile I knew so well, I knew that night there was no turning back. I had given her permission. Now I just had to watch.

When my sister whispered in my ear what she really wanted, I knew neither of us could keep pretending it didn’t exist.

I arrived at the gym with damp hair, no underwear, and trembling. He was waiting at the door. When he locked it behind me, I knew there was no turning back.

In the restaurant I told her to act like my girlfriend. She switched chairs slowly. Neither of us said what that meant.

We’d been friends since our teens, both married, both sure of who we were. Until he sent me that video and something in me stopped being so certain.

They asked me to keep her sister company and look the other way. It was a reasonable plan until Valeria decided she wasn’t going to be ignored.

The most powerful voice in the country put her card in my hand with one instruction. Half an hour later, I was standing at her door.

Daniela had told me what turned her on was giving an experience like that to someone who would never expect it. That night in the desert, a trucker was chosen.

The first night I went out with his permission was the last time I needed to ask for it.

I was standing on the other side of the ajar door, seeing what I should never have seen. What I did next changed the way we looked at each other forever.

I was watching her on camera when I called her. She didn’t know I could see her. And yet the two of us ended up doing the same thing at the same time.