Lingerie

The bet was simple: the boldest costume wins. What Sonia didn’t expect was for Vera to walk out of her room wearing nothing but a bow and a smile.

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.”

I was about to close the app when the tap came in. Three hundred meters. Close. Too close to ignore on a Sunday with no plans.

Laura carried her anger in her skin, and I knew exactly how to help her let it go. That night in the apartment was unlike any other.

The cheerleader uniform, five players, and too much beer. That night I lost something I thought mattered and discovered it didn’t matter that much.

I met her on an internet forum. When she confessed she was a virgin at her age, I knew that visit would be something we’d both remember forever.

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.

He adjusted the binoculars toward the lit fourth-floor window and found something that hadn’t been meant for him.

I told her I wanted to kiss her right there in the street, no matter who was watching. She threw off the sheets, began touching herself, and stared at me. The shopping could wait.

Carlos told me he was a dangerous man. He was right. But no one had looked at me like that in months, with that kind of raw hunger that doesn’t know how to hide itself.

We had our last free days before the wedding. Naked at home, drinking mate, planning the ceremony, and reminding each other why we’d chosen one another.

I had the apartment to myself, candles lit, and a toy waiting in the drawer. The first time had failed; this time would be different.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

When I handed over the thong folded like a note, I knew there was no turning back. All that was left was to wait for Friday and open the envelope he would return to me in class.

For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.

I parked half a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The door was unlocked and the lights were off. What I found at the end of the hallway changed everything.

Crossing my legs at just the right moment was all it took for him to stop pretending he wasn’t looking at me. The rest was only a matter of time.

I had her underwear in one hand and her phone in the other when I heard the front door open. Camila was there, staring at me from the hallway.

When his message lit up my phone, I’d been burning with desire for hours. I dressed in lingerie, slipped on heels, and waited. That night, I wasn’t sleeping alone.