Oral

Marcos arrived under the pretense of divorce. The moment Mateo’s parents left, he took off his swimsuit and asked whether his nephew minded.

Three weeks keeping the secret. When I knelt behind the lattice and heard his voice, I knew I had to tell him everything, down to the last detail of the sin.

I went down to the hotel lobby in my pajamas to pick up a package and found him there: a huge man with hands the size of my head and a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent.

He was carrying a confession he had never told anyone. So was she. That rainy night, with hot chocolate in their hands, they told each other everything.

The door opened in the middle of the storm and the woman looked us over before making her offer. It was direct: five hundred for everything, paid in advance.

She opened the door with the baby in her arms and a smile that said more than it should. I was only going for coffee.

Valeria sent me a lingerie photo before he arrived. Just wanted to warn you, she wrote. I stayed at the window, staring at her door.

I crossed the bar with trembling legs, took his face in my hands, and kissed him without saying a word. What came after can’t be told in daylight.

After two hours of staring at the ceiling, I decided I wasn’t going to keep waiting. I moved in behind her and started where the process always ends.

The water poured over us and I was on my knees. Those three days taught me that there are pleasures you can’t repress no matter how hard you try.

Valeria walked into the bathroom with her backpack and came out in a white blazer with that smile she never lost. What followed, I never forgot.

There were seven women in that apartment, the wine had done its work, and Camila started talking. None of us expected what she confessed that night.

When the first moans crossed room 412’s door, she was still holding the champagne bucket with both hands. Ten minutes later, she wasn’t thinking about the hotel anymore.

I’d been watching him in the locker room for months without daring to act. That afternoon, when he asked if I wanted to go up to his place, I knew it was now or never.

I’d been ignoring his looks for weeks. That night at the hotel, after the pool and dancing with strangers, I couldn’t keep doing it.

That afternoon four men came to visit me. None knew about the others. I was the only one who had the full picture, and I felt no guilt at all.

There were nights when I didn’t look at the face of whoever came in. I counted the money and waited for it to be over. But once, everything was completely different.

The test had been on the bathroom shelf for twenty minutes when he opened the door. One look at his face was enough to know everything between us had changed.

When Rodrigo crossed the threshold, Valentina looked at him with the calm of a woman who knew exactly what she had in mind—and that night, neither was innocent.

I thought the fire drill would last minutes. Two hours later, in a basement classroom with no signal and no witnesses, I understood it was no drill.