Oral

I knew exactly what would happen when I entered that room with him. I knew it, and still I closed the door. My husband was away, and there was too much tequila in my veins.

The key turned in the lock at the worst possible moment. Or the best. Dad didn’t even stop when my uncle appeared in the doorway and saw us.

We’d been together in front of the screen for months, each on his side. The afternoon Marcos reached out to me changed everything between us forever.

I had been at the limit for a week. That Saturday night I put on my shortest dress, entered the club alone, and let desire take me all the way.

When I heard the door opening, I knew it was my son. It was already too late to stop what was happening, and I didn’t want to.

Rodrigo opened the door and found his neighbor in the hallway, teary-eyed, her dress tight. What she asked him for minutes later had no name.

To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.

I’d spent years watching other people do it on screen. The first time I touched a real girl, I understood no video prepares you for that feeling.

Claudia looked at her in a way Sofía could no longer pretend not to understand. That afternoon, neither of them would look away.

We had been studying for hours when the cold became unbearable. Sofía invited me into her bed to warm up. Neither of us expected what came next.

The hot water reached our hips when her hand brushed mine by accident. Or that’s what we both said.

A few seconds of video were enough to make my knees shake. Since then, I’ve been rehearsing every detail in my mind: the room, him, and what comes next.

When she came back from the bathroom without any panties on, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to erase.

In everyday life nobody walks all over me. But when the lights go out and he looks at me like that, I disappear. I only exist to do what he orders.

When she came in soaked with her friends, I knew that night was going to wreck all my plans. And when she called me by name, I understood the past never really disappears.

We were a married couple used to sharing everything. When Marcos arrived from tour with that same old smile, we knew dinner would have to wait.

When Sofía invited us to see the baby’s room, none of us imagined we’d end up hearing her most intimate, unfiltered confessions.

He was the boss’s son: proper, shy, well-mannered. I never imagined what he did on Friday nights when he disappeared.

Adrián kept looking at me while working shirtless. When I saw the bulge in his pants, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different.

I got there before Daniela and a girl offered me a drink at the bar. I didn’t know that night we’d end up the three of us in bed, doing things none of us had planned.