Oral

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

The first time I went in, I didn’t know what happened in the dark. A stranger’s hand brushed my leg and changed everything forever.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

I went wearing a thong and garter stockings under my pants, not knowing if anything would happen. That night, everything did.

When I told him I could call someone to keep him company, he went out to buy cigarettes. Thirty minutes later, Sofía came down the stairs in heels.

When his mother came down the stairs in that tight dress, Marcos knew that trip to the movies was not going to end the way he expected.

The first time I went to his place alone, my heart was pounding when I rang the bell. I didn’t know what to say. He opened the door in a wet robe and smiled.

We pulled down our pants in front of the other four and, when he bent over me, I knew I wasn’t leaving that classroom the same man.

On the second day, the wind shook the cabin so hard that all we could do was watch movies. One of them should never have come out of that wet case.

Carolina narrowed her eyes at me and whispered that she wanted to watch me shove my cock into Sofía’s boyfriend. And I’ve never been able to say no to her.

I got to the room first, with a cap and sunglasses, and sat on the edge of the bed not knowing what I’d do when that stranger knocked on the door.

I hadn’t seen Mateo, Diego’s father, in years. When we ran into each other that afternoon, I never imagined I’d end up on his sofa with borrowed red swim trunks and my breath coming fast.

I boarded the plane with a hard cock, just like every day since I can remember. What I never imagined was that that priestess would change my life in one night.

My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.

At three in the morning, with the icy wind battering the tent, I slid under his blanket without asking. Mauri didn’t move, but I knew he wasn’t asleep.

We’d watched weird videos on his computer at the office that time. What I didn’t expect was that months later, that same curiosity would end up on the couch, under the blanket.

When I lent Bruno the red brief that morning, I had no idea my neighbor would come looking for us and that the path to the river would end in something none of us had ever done before.

I took the elevator in heels and a wig, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone. He opened the door in a robe and called me a slut before I even said hello.

Bruno was waiting at the door with a bouquet of roses and a smile that was not a brother’s. The apartment still smelled like paint, and we had the whole afternoon to break it in.

Until that night I thought I already knew all my limits. One look, one gesture from her, and everything I thought I knew about my desire collapsed in silence.