Oral

When she confessed it to me, we were already alone in the room. Her sister had asked me to watch her for the day. No one imagined what would happen between us.

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.

When she opened the door in that tight dress, I knew that afternoon was going to change everything I thought I knew about myself and my limits.

Silvia was riding me when I saw the figure in the doorway. My father. Naked. Staring at her, one hand moving in a way that left no doubt.

Daniela slipped a condom into my pocket before she left. I knew I was a virgin, and Marco was too. That afternoon was going to change all that.

Three months alone in Singapore for work, a free Saturday, and a masseur who didn’t ask too many questions. That’s how the afternoon I never planned began.

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.

I had known her for years. That afternoon at the bar, when she came over to greet me, something in her eyes told me it would not end with a simple hug.

I had never done it. Never let anyone in there before. That afternoon in the booths, a stranger with hand cream changed everything.

He appeared among the dunes, stopped to watch, and didn’t leave. We kept going, and so did he. That’s how the most exciting game we’d ever had began.

I only went to pick up the bra I’d forgotten the night before. Sofía opened the door with that smile, and I knew I wasn’t getting out of there any time soon.

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.

I was wearing the wig and heels when I saw someone waiting at the door. It was Germán’s nephew. I froze half a block away, not knowing whether to keep going.

We were lying there naked, still smelling like what we’d just done, when Sofía told me she had something to confess. Something about Elena. Something that would change how I saw her forever.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

The first time I saw her, her husband was in the next room. The second, her lips were on me. I couldn’t think about another woman for weeks.

He was big, calloused, with hands that did the heavy work without ever complaining. He wasn’t the man I would have imagined. But that snowy afternoon, something broke.

When she invited me up to her apartment, I knew I couldn’t say no again. She was almost seventy and I was thirty-six, and that had never mattered so little.

She always said my body betrayed me before my voice did. That afternoon, after running into an old friend, she was going to prove it in the rawest way possible.