Oral

She came out of the bathroom wearing a white blazer with nothing underneath and a red pacifier between her lips. That night I knew Camila hadn’t come to please me: she’d come to have fun.

That week I shouldn’t have noticed him. But when he hugged me from behind in the pool, I knew I was going to lose control that night.

When I opened the door that night, they had no idea I already had the taste of their friend in my mouth and a plan measured in every movement of my hips.

When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.

That night I prepared like never before. Camila was coming over with her backpack and her wicked smile, and I knew exactly what I was going to ask her for.

When Marcos confessed he could help me with both things, I knew that night out dancing was going to end far better than expected.

The half-open door let out a muffled moan and I, frozen in the shadows of the hallway, couldn’t move or stop staring at what I was seeing.

My friends had years of experience when I had barely even brushed a guy. That night in Medellín, I made up for all of it at once.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

At sixty-three, after a decade of masturbating alone, I never expected the girl in the spare room to change everything forever.

Camila pulled back the sheet without thinking and caught sight of exactly what she shouldn’t have. What came next changed forever the way my sister and I spoke to each other.

When he locked the library door, I knew my little game of skirts and glances had just crossed a point of no return.

We’d been going out together for years without anything ever happening. That night at the club something changed: his body pressed to mine on the dance floor, and neither of us tried to stop it.

We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.

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.