Lesbian

I boarded the train resigned to spending my birthday alone. When she sat across from me and lit a cigarette, I had no idea what would happen next.

I arrived thinking we’d drink beer and celebrate his promotion. Carla opened the door in a tiny skirt and a sheer blouse. Damián still hadn’t arrived.

I was running late, sweaty, and packed against other bodies when she leaned in to whisper in my ear. I never noticed when I stopped thinking about my meeting.

I went in looking for lingerie to please another man and came out discovering that a woman’s hands can make tremble what I had never felt tremble with myself.

My boyfriend was snoring like a log in the back room when she came up to me. Her southern accent and those black eyes told me everything before her hands did.

We’d been talking for five months by chat. When she opened the hotel door barefaced, in a black shirt, I knew no screen would ever be enough.

I was forty-four, had two daughters, and a recent divorce when the girl from across the street looked at me differently and said what I didn’t dare think.

I ordered a whiskey to forget the day and got served a pair of green eyes with my drink. Forty minutes later, the barmaid’s fingers covered my eyes from behind.

Her post on the book app said “looking for a baby.” I answered without thinking, and for almost a year I learned to obey every word she said over video call.

Sofía dragged me down a path, not knowing that beyond the last pine tree lay a tiny cove, two naked strangers, and an invitation we weren’t going to refuse.

For years I’d watched my wife be flirted with at every gym gathering. That night, with the air already heated, it stopped being a game while I watched everything from the armchair.

It was two in the morning, I was bored and horny, and I dropped into the game lobby expecting nothing. Then I saw her avatar lean toward mine.

Behind the dune, I thought no one could see us. I had two fingers inside Sofía when the brunette with braces turned, smiled at me, and began walking toward us.

We both knew the other was bisexual, but we had never done anything about it. That afternoon, a beer and an old game changed everything.

I’m married. I’m straight. That was me when I walked into the mall bathroom. What I was fifteen minutes later, I’m not so sure anymore.

That September morning I saw the shyest girl in class walk in. It took me two weeks to realize the shy one wasn’t her, it was me.

Vera approached before the bout, brushed her cheek, and spoke to her about Dafne. On that strip, Renata wasn’t just fighting for an Olympic berth: she was fighting for the right to feel again.

I never thought an avatar in a video game would make me want another woman again—or that desire would stay with me long after I turned off the console.

When she gestured to me from the central hallway, I knew the list of books borrowed in my name was only the first trap she would spring that night.

I texted “Want to play?” from my fitting room. Five seconds later I slipped into hers, ready to make her come in silence before the saleswoman noticed.