Oral

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

That afternoon at home, while we were trying on clothes in the living room, I understood that the look Valeria gave me was anything but innocent.

He told me to close my eyes, that he had chocolate for me. What I felt on my lips was not exactly chocolate.

I only wanted to clear my head for one night. I never expected that bachelorette party, that bar, and that man would stay with me for so long.

Sofía looked at me from the sofa and said they had something to propose. Rodrigo was smiling behind her. That night I learned that trust can take you farther than you imagine.

There were six of them. All over sixty. They watched me without moving, waiting for my signal. I never imagined that would be what turned me on most that whole weekend.

When Marcos came down from the roof, soaked in sweat, Carmenza already knew she wasn’t going to let him leave. She’d been waiting too long for a man like him.

That night in the rented house in Búzios, with three guys and half a bottle of vodka, Camila decided shame could wait until tomorrow.

When Valeria put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down, I understood that night would cross a line with no way back.

The night Camila said she’d never done any of that, we all smiled. A few hours later, she was the one asking for more.

She suggested a mixed hot spring bath as part of the tour. I thought it was a cultural custom. An hour later, we were both naked in the water, and there was no turning back.

When Bruno put out the joint and looked at me that way, I knew the night would end very differently from how it had begun. Neither of us regretted it.

One message was enough to make me cancel my night. I found him on the corner by Sofía’s place and knew exactly how it would end.

When I entered his apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only innocent thing left in the place. I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

There was something her uncle had been asking for months. She had been refusing for months—until she saw that phone on the counter and everything between them changed.

Sharing a bed with my sister-in-law’s boyfriend seemed harmless. But when I felt his body against mine in the dark, I knew the night would end badly.

I crossed my legs in his class and he couldn’t look away. I knew the game had begun, and this time I was the one with the advantage.

We went upstairs without really knowing how to begin. I was the one who took the first step, and from that moment there was no turning back.

I put on the shortest skirt I owned, opened the door, and greeted them knowing exactly what they’d seen and what else was going to happen that night.

Fifteen years of trust built little by little. And one summer night by the pool to discover it was no longer just friendship.