Lesbian

When I went down the stairs naked, my sister-in-law still had no idea what kind of surprise my father-in-law had prepared for her that night.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

Daniela was twenty, lived on the fourth floor, and had never been with a woman. That day, all of that changed at once.

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

We had planned Saturday, but she called on Friday: come tonight, I’m anxious. When she opened the door, I could no longer pretend this wasn’t serious.

We were both completely naked, legs crossed, cups in hand, and that was when Sofía asked if I wanted to move in with her.

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.

The living room camera switched on just as she crossed her legs on the sofa. I only had to watch and wait for my turn.

The living-room sofa had already seen too much, but nothing like the slow smile with which my sister-in-law waited for me that afternoon while my father-in-law pretended not to notice.

Three weeks after discovering the hidden monitors in my father-in-law’s office, the screen flickered on by itself, just as he was already behind his daughter.

I was naked when I heard the music. I turned and there was Sofía, kneeling with a little box in her hands and tears in her eyes.

Nadia squeezed my hand before we went in. I thought: either we get fired or we get married. We came out with a wedding date and an urgent desire to celebrate.

The zipper opened and two heads appeared as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. We weren’t surprised. We didn’t cover up either.

I caught her naked in bed, with two fingers buried in her cunt. What I didn’t expect was for my own mother to show up and join the game without asking.

In the airport bar, only one seat was free. I took it, not knowing that the redhead across from me was about to destroy my entire life.

The fourth round of daiquiris lowered everyone’s defenses, but nobody expected Daniela’s confession to end with all of us tangled up on the living-room rug.

Daniela’s voice narrated the locker-room encounter while, around her, her friends’ bodies tangled shamelessly and without limits.

I was fifteen when I caught them the first time. Now, at twenty-two, I can’t look at those memories the same way.

I’d been fantasizing about her for months. When she came down from the stage and put her mouth on mine, I understood that fantasy was never going to disappear.

Nadia arrived that morning with a bag of soft drinks and very short jeans. We hadn’t been alone together in years. I didn’t know that was about to change.