Oral

I had to sleep on the floor of my own room. My sister and her husband were in the bed. We’d been waiting for the moment for months. That night was the moment.

I drew back the curtain without making a sound. Sofía was turned away, water running down her shoulders, not knowing what was about to happen to her.

When Rodrigo opened the door for me, I knew there was no turning back. My life was about to change in a way I never imagined.

I had been in love with Andrés for months when he told me his ex was coming to dinner. I never imagined that night would end with the two of us proclaiming him our king.

I spent two hours in her sitting room answering questions as if it were a job interview. In a way, it was.

When I came back from the kitchen and saw Marco’s hand on Rodrigo’s thigh, I felt a jealousy I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to smother or feed.

Natalia had never slept in the same room with me. That night in Cartagena I discovered she didn’t mind being naked in front of me either.

I was twenty and had never been with a man. That night, while closing the gym, the only member left walked into the showers at the same time I did.

He sat off to the side, looking at the water with resignation. He was shy, he was a virgin, and he was perfect for what my friend and I had been thinking about all afternoon.

We went from client and prostitute to something with no name. On that beach vacation, she broke the taboos she had carried all her life.

We had spent months building something unnamed. The afternoon I finally dared to ask him, I knew there was no turning back.

I hadn’t seen her in months. When I saw her at the restaurant entrance with her round belly and those dark eyes, I knew I still wanted her as much as before, maybe more.

The warehouse manager never gave him more than half a smile. That night he found her alone at the bus stop, with no buses and no way out.

He ran a stone down my back, murmured something I couldn’t understand, and suddenly I wanted only one thing: for that man to take me. I don’t know if it was witchcraft. I know I didn’t resist.

I’d carried that nameless curiosity for years. When Diego appeared in the cove, alone and with time to spare, something changed before the day was over.

I stood in the doorway with my wine in hand and looked at him from far away. He looked up. I smiled. No more words were needed.

When I arrived at his apartment that Saturday afternoon, I had shaved everything and I wasn’t wearing underwear. I knew exactly what I was going for. Or so I thought.

The door to his office was ajar. What I saw when I peeked in did not make me jealous. It made me want something I hadn't expected.

We came home from work, shut the door, and forgot the world. Then Vale’s cousin texted and changed the conversation.

Everyone was sleeping a few feet away when I leaned against the cold patio wall. That night, my brother-in-law would do something to me no man had managed before.