Oral

I arrived determined to behave. When the lights went down and that stranger’s body started moving among us, I knew something was about to spiral out of control.

I woke at dawn to the noise from their room. The door was half open, and what I saw left me frozen in the hallway, naked and unable to move.

She left at midmorning and the apartment fell silent. Only he and I remained, and what had been awakened the night before could no longer be ignored.

It was July and we were both sweating. I’d been doing this for only a short time and still had a lot to learn, but that night the woman watched me from the chair as if I were the main course.

She was so nervous she could barely meet my eyes. He wanted to try me for the first time. All I had to do was take care of them until they stopped being afraid.

That night by the pool, I thought I was only in for a dance. I never imagined Marina had spent ten years guarding a promise that would drag us both in.

We always slept in the same bed and told each other everything. That night, with a little too much wine, Renata took my face and kissed me like never before.

I looked down and saw her hand resting on my thigh. We’d been friends for five years, but that night, after the second glass of vodka, everything changed in an instant.

I got into the car expecting an afternoon with him, but there was someone else in the back seat, and I immediately knew where this was going.

I’d been cleaning that huge house for eight months. I never imagined what that married couple was hiding behind the row of shoes, or how far I’d go for tuition.

When he whispered, “Go on, press yourself against him,” I knew we wouldn’t be going home alone that night. And part of me had been wanting it for weeks.

I went upstairs still carrying the smell of the hospital on my skin. The half-open door, the warm light, her silk nightgown. No words were needed: I already knew how the night would end.

I shared a flat with two university girls who went around the house half-naked with no shame in front of me. It took me weeks to understand why.

I had watched her go from shy boy to stunning woman. That hot afternoon, with the pizza cooling on the table, she was the one who leaned in and kissed me first.

Carla whispered her darkest fantasy to me, and weeks later I saw her on her knees before the man we had both chosen without saying it out loud.

As soon as we closed the door, we came at each other urgently. Then he asked me in my ear if I could picture the two of us together, and that night changed everything.

When I asked for a full waxing, she arched a brow and her smile stopped being professional. The wax and her fingers soon became one.

When his number appeared on my wife’s phone screen, I knew the night would end with all three of us tangled up on the sofa. And my wife knew it too.

I went up to her apartment convinced the most imposing woman I’d ever seen was waiting for me. I had no idea the night had only just begun—or who else was sleeping at the end of the hall.

Every time I got up for the lighter he caught me looking, and my boyfriend smiled like he already knew how that night was going to end.