Oral

I crossed the living room to get a glass of water, forgetting the curtains were still open. On the other side of the glass, his eyes had already found me.

My boyfriend was snoring like a log in the back room when she came up to me. Her southern accent and those black eyes told me everything before her hands did.

I looked at myself in the mirror wearing my wig and translucent dress, and knew that night I would let a stranger do everything I’d imagined for weeks.

I ordered a whiskey to forget the day and got served a pair of green eyes with my drink. Forty minutes later, the barmaid’s fingers covered my eyes from behind.

Carolina said she was bored of men. But when I dropped my pants beside her pool, her eyes never left me for a second.

When he got into the car and smiled at me, I knew we weren’t going to make it anywhere decent that night. It had to be ours, even if it was only on a dirt road among almond trees.

I had spent years imagining it: getting dressed up, putting on my stockings, and giving myself to a man for the first time. That afternoon, in a hotel room, I stopped imagining it.

I was ready from four in the afternoon, soaked and aching, when that short man knocked on my door, never imagining I’d force out his nickname.

My wife came back from that visit with a different gleam in her eyes. Her cousin was the only witness, and she took months to tell me what really happened.

Two months ago I started dating a girl who truly loves me. And yet, the moment she leaves, I open the contacts site and look for what she can never give me.

It was six in the morning and the bar was empty. He poured me a tequila, looked at me the way he’d been looking at me all night, and told me he wouldn’t let me leave so soon.

Sofía dragged me down a path, not knowing that beyond the last pine tree lay a tiny cove, two naked strangers, and an invitation we weren’t going to refuse.

I needed company. Without thinking, I asked him if he wanted to get in with me. What happened next changed everything I thought I knew about myself and my friends.

“Nice ass,” she said behind me. I didn’t turn right away. That voice couldn’t be hers, not after four years of silence.

The young master’s wardrobe held a black uniform with a white cap, and Don Aurelio told her that once she put it on, she would cease to be Marcial forever.

I carried her boxes up, made her coffee, and before I finished it, I already knew that neighbor was going to change every night I spent in that building.

It was eleven and I couldn’t focus anymore. I opened the app without hope, but thirty minutes later I was walking to his building with a box of condoms in my pocket.

We started with stupid stickers at the end of the shift. Then came the nickname. Then the fantasy. That night he texted that my place was closer, and I couldn’t say no.

I didn’t go up to that motel thinking I’d be the one ending up on all fours, begging her not to stop. But she knew exactly what I hadn’t dared admit.

Behind the dune, I thought no one could see us. I had two fingers inside Sofía when the brunette with braces turned, smiled at me, and began walking toward us.