Masturbation

I went looking for clothes in her drawer and found more than I expected. What happened next changed all three of us forever.

I’d gone in to buy a toy. I didn’t expect to end up on the floor of the shop, completely naked, with strangers watching me from behind a fallen box.

Under his jacket, something was moving. I should have left. Instead, I slipped my hand in, and what happened next changed that summer forever.

When Valentina walked into the kitchen that morning, he was leaning on the island with a coffee in his hand and a look that was anything but fraternal.

I walked barefoot down the hallway and rested my forehead against the bedroom door. I knew he’d come after me. And I knew exactly what he was going to do to me there.

On Monday he only realized that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. On Friday he gave me the library key and summoned me for six.

A hidden cove, a lookout over the sea, and a bet: he had one minute to make her come before they got caught.

I accepted without thinking. I read everything he posted. I never liked a single post. Three years later, I still don’t dare write to him, but I think of him every night.

I’d always liked men. Or so I thought—until the night my friend looked at me differently, and something inside me answered before I could choose.

When he called me up to his desk and told me to stop distracting him, I knew that by Friday my thong wasn’t going home with me.

She showed up without warning at the start of the semester and from the first day she looked at me without shame. I didn’t know when I started needing her to do it.

I was twenty-six and had never done anything like it. I entered that room trembling and came out a different person.

If they had told us that morning we would end up in a room with a mirror on the ceiling, neither of us would have believed it.

He took forever changing. She waited outside. And a group of tourists passed through at exactly the wrong moment.