Oral

We were 19 when Laura decided to teach us how to kiss. What began as an innocent game took us much farther than anyone imagined.

He knew exactly what he was doing beneath that blanket. And I chose not to pull away. What came after changed our dynamic forever.

I was seventeen, and the heat wouldn’t let me sleep. I went into his room looking for water and found something I’d never forget.

Claudia showed up at her son’s place not knowing we were waiting. Work uniform, tired eyes. No one prepared her for what was coming.

When he hugged me from behind and I felt his body against mine, we both knew it had a name no one dared to say aloud.

She showed him the photos with a nervous smile. It took him three seconds to understand what he was looking at, and three more to decide he wasn’t going to stop.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

I came home from university exhausted and flopped onto the bed without even taking off my shoes. I don’t know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes, he was already sitting beside me.

Nadia arrived that morning with a bag of soft drinks and very short jeans. We hadn’t been alone together in years. I didn’t know that was about to change.

It was late, we were alone at home, and Mom began talking about something she never should have told us. By the time I wanted to stop her, I no longer wanted her to stop.

I hadn’t planned it. But when he walked in with the others and locked eyes with me, I already knew that night would end only one way.

They had spent their whole lives being the responsible mothers. That night, in a house smelling of salt and wine, they decided to stop.

When the first ones came up to the car and she didn’t look away, I knew that night we were going much further than we’d planned.

Marcos was crying with rage in that adjustable bed, convinced he would never feel a woman again. I locked the door and took off my clothes.

She arrived with a backpack on her shoulder and a red pacifier between her lips. She had just turned twenty-two and laughed as if she already knew everything that would happen next.

When he closed the door with his suitcase, we were left alone. The sex was still there, intense and familiar, but something was missing. Something only he brought.

There were eight of us executives on a sailboat in the sun. The tension had been building in the office for months. When we anchored in that deserted cove in Menorca, there was no turning back.

I’d go down in the middle of the night to the mattress on the floor where he slept, pull the sheets over us, and stay there until he finished. We were almost never caught.

We’d been talking for three weeks on the phone. When I finally opened the door, I knew that night wouldn’t end with a simple kiss.

Rodrigo watched my ass in the office every day without daring to do anything. Until I read what his wife thought of me and decided she was right.