Oral

I sent a message to the world’s most famous actress after the match. I didn’t expect a reply. I got one, and it changed everything I thought I knew about myself.

When his message lit up my phone, I’d been burning with desire for hours. I dressed in lingerie, slipped on heels, and waited. That night, I wasn’t sleeping alone.

When I arrived at the apartment, I was expecting nothing but photos. I had no idea that two brothers were waiting in that room with a very different proposition.

I went down to help him wearing what I had on. I hadn’t guessed what would happen when I sat beside him in that room.

It all began the night I discovered that my mother had been sleeping with the man I was in love with for months.

I’d spent a full week counting the hours. When I saw him come through the airport doors, I knew that night wouldn’t be like any other.

She arrived with her backpack on her shoulder and shut herself in the bathroom. When she came out, her smile already promised the whole night would throw my life into chaos.

I crossed the dark hallway expecting to give him a hug and ended up pressed to the crack of his bedroom door, watching what two mature women had arranged.

She took another sip of wine, looked at me with that smile that means a confession is coming, and started telling me what really happened that night in the rented house.

The envelope arrived on a Tuesday night. Thick paper, my name written by hand, an offer that should never have tempted me as much as it did.

Lucía let go of the helm, leaned back against my chest, and I felt her hips moving, searching for what she could no longer hide under her swimsuit.

Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.

I crossed my legs, undid three buttons, and held his gaze in the rearview mirror. There was half an hour left, and I already knew we weren’t going to the hotel straight.

I’d been out of ideas for weeks, and one boring afternoon changed everything. His photo was honest: it was exactly what showed up at my door two hours later.

Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.

There was something about the man sleeping under the bridge that had kept me thinking about him for weeks. I went back that night without knowing what I expected to find.

The message came the night before: “Tomorrow you’ll be my teacher. Bring a uniform.” I held the phone in my hand, unable to sleep.