Lesbian

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.

We’d been brushing against each other all night without saying a word, and when I saw the turnoff into the forest, I knew neither of us would make it home.

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.

She caught me with my hand inside my pants, staring at her through the crack in the door. Instead of shouting, she smiled and told me she had a lot to teach me.

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 spent half my life believing I had everything, until I saw her on the production line and knew I wouldn’t stop until I had her in my bed.

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.

She thought I was still asleep while she touched herself on the floor beside my bed. I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to stop, not yet.

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.

Of all the women who came to that party, she was the only one I didn’t get to taste. So when her name appeared on my phone the next day, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

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.

I got home thinking I could sleep, but my phone lit up with her name on the screen, and I knew I wasn’t going to rest that night.

I went into the bar bathroom looking for a moment of calm and found her there, eyes closed and legs open, with no intention of stopping when she saw me.

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.

Twenty years separated Mariana from her teacher, but when that hand stopped at her hip during rehearsal, she knew the look in her eyes had changed.

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.

We’d been writing to each other every morning and every night for a month and a half. When I finally saw her sitting at that table, I knew neither of us would sleep alone.

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.