Lesbian

She locked the door and slipped the key into her pocket. “From now on you do what I say,” she whispered, and part of me, tired of deciding, wanted to obey.

I had just moved in and didn’t know anyone. Bruna was the first to talk to me; I never imagined she and her partner had a plan for me that night.

It was two in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and she was still laughing on my sofa. I knew that was the moment I had been waiting for.

We arrived at our aunt’s house to keep her company for the weekend. That night, the three of us in the same bed, she asked us a question that changed everything: could we keep a secret?

“Relax, let go,” she told me at the door, and I knew that night I was going to learn something no man had ever shown me.

I rested my feet on her lap without thinking, like so many other nights. But that time Daniela looked at me differently, and I knew there was no turning back.

I was in my forties, married, with two children, and I had never once looked at another woman. That night, leaning on the bar in a pub, everything I thought I knew about myself came undone.

We got turned on in class and couldn’t wait until we got home. The vacant lot behind the college was the first of many places where we shouldn’t have touched each other.

She sat down across from me in a nearly empty bar, took my hands, and told me I looked sad. Three hours later I was naked in her bed, and I didn’t want to leave.

She left me breathless in front of the mirror, my clothes half straightened and a promise hanging in the air: this wasn’t over.

I only wanted a phone to call a tow truck. I ended up between two strangers who decided that quiet night included me.

The cove was almost empty when Carla stripped off her dress without a trace of shame, and Lucía realized that this summer wasn’t going to be about work alone.

I went to get my jacket so I could leave without interrupting. Then I saw Daniela’s hand buried under Paula’s clothes, and my feet refused to move from that doorway.

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

I remember her at the door of her bookstore, with her almost white hair and those impossible eyes. Ten years passed before I had her near me again, and this time I wasn’t going to let her go.

Renata called me to ask for a favor, but the one who left me breathless that afternoon was the woman who finished cleaning and waited for me by the elevator.

I didn’t know anyone at that girls’ dinner, until she walked through the door and our eyes got stuck on each other over the plates.

She arrived on my friend’s arm, with that mouth and those full lips, and I knew right away that on my birthday she was going to be mine, even if she was another man’s girlfriend.

The club closed at two and none of us wanted to go home. We booked a jacuzzi room, got two more bottles, and threw out an idea that changed everything.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.