Mature

We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.

In the car, the only light came from a distant streetlamp and a stranger who grabbed my ass the second I closed the door. The night had barely begun.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.

I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.

I went downstairs naked, smiled at them, and only set one rule: come up without clothes. There were eleven, sweaty and needy; I’d been widowed far too long.

They left the club at two in the morning. Renata had no idea the real show that night was playing on a screen at the foot of the bed.

When she took her feet in her hands and started massaging them, she knew that night, with enough wine, her uncle’s wife would end up surrendering to her.

It was her first coven gathering and the youngest in the circle. All of them wanted to touch her, but she only had eyes for the blonde watching her from across the fire.

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.

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.

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 remember her in the doorway of her bookstore, with her nearly white hair and those impossible eyes. Ten years passed before I had her close 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 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.

For months I’d felt 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.

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.

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