Oral

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.

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.

When he asked me to remove my compression shorts and cover myself with the towel, I thought it was just another session. His hands on my adductor proved otherwise.

I spent six months waiting for him on the same corner. One night in an empty house was enough for him to stop waiting for me.

For twenty years I thought I knew my own desires. It took ten minutes in an elevator with a nervous twenty-something to realize I knew nothing.

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.

I never imagined that crossing the threshold of a discreet bar in my wife's underwear would end with me in a hotel room with a stranger.

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.