Oral

I’d only gone to say hello, but Matías couldn’t take his eyes off me. When his father left, the boy proved he had more initiative than he appeared to.

Lucía went upstairs with four women and closed the door. I stayed at the bar with their men. No one imagined what was about to happen in that booth.

Valeria sat between Matías and me without asking permission. When she turned her face toward me with that smile, I understood we’d been avoiding the inevitable for years.

He was the quietest guy in class, wore glasses, and never talked about anything but studying. I had spent weeks thinking about what I’d accidentally seen.

On December 23, while she cooked with her back to me, I changed in silence. When I said “oh, oh, oh,” she froze. The rest of the night was ours.

When I pulled up his phone and saw my own image on the screen, I knew there was no escape. Or that’s what I told myself.

I showed up in lace and high heels expecting Héctor. Diego opened the door with an ironic smile and I couldn’t get a single word out. But the heels changed everything.

Valen rested her hand on my thigh halfway down the highway. We’d been driving forty minutes and both of us already knew how the day would end.

I had him drunk in my hands. Months of fantasies about my roommate, and now only his wet underwear stood between us.

I was about to close the app when the tap came in. Three hundred meters. Close. Too close to ignore on a Sunday with no plans.

She had been sad for days since her boyfriend left her. I sat beside her on the sofa with no clear intention. But she rested her head on my shoulder and everything changed.

Laura carried her anger in her skin, and I knew exactly how to help her let it go. That night in the apartment was unlike any other.

The first time I saw him with her, I wanted to kill him. The second time he walked through my door without knocking, I understood the rules had changed forever.

I went to change my shoes and ended up spying on the owners of the estate. The next morning, their daughter and mother made sure I took part too.

I put the coffee on the table, we started talking, and the last thing I remember is sleep overtaking me. When I woke up, I was tied hand and foot.

I needed diapers for my daughter and didn’t have a peso. When the American offered me money, I told myself it would be just once. I had no idea what would come next.

The cheerleader uniform, five players, and too much beer. That night I lost something I thought mattered and discovered it didn’t matter that much.

We put the TV on mute so we could hear them better. We didn’t know they were hearing us from the other side of the ceiling too.

When Marcos told me he wanted to share me with another man, I didn’t reject him. I felt curiosity, nerves, and something I had never felt before: real desire.

When my friend took her by the waist to guide her into the kitchen, something ignited in me. It wasn’t jealousy. It was something darker that I chose not to put out.