Male Friends

No one imagined that an empty vodka bottle spinning on a living-room rug would be enough to erase every line separating three couples.

I saw him again in the wine aisle and my stomach flipped. Thirty years without hearing from him, and suddenly an invitation to the bar changed everything.

There were no waves, no breeze, no reason to move from the towel. Until she sat up, looked at both of them, and said what neither dared to say out loud.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and froze in the doorway: they had already started without me, and that night not a single line was left to cross.

Marina thought it would be a classic threesome, her in the center. Until she saw her two straight friends looking at each other in a way that changed everything.

Two weeks had passed since the terrace. Tonight nobody planned to hold back, and the first game of truth or dare changed everything.

She arrived in black underwear, turned on the hose, and let the water run over her skin. I knew then that that August night, we weren’t going to behave like friends.

I got into the car expecting an afternoon with him, but there was someone else in the back seat, and I immediately knew where this was going.