Party

The morning after the party, Daniela and Selene are already planning something bolder: finding two men to make this birthday an unforgettable night.

I had spent years faking it in my husband’s bed. That night, a man half my age whispered a bolero in my ear, and everything I thought was asleep inside me suddenly woke up.

We hadn’t even made it through the garage gate when she’d already unbuttoned my trousers. She said she couldn’t wait to go upstairs, and I believed her.

I told him to take the well-lit highway. He smiled, took the turn toward the overlook, and I let my dress ride up to my thigh.

I had always wanted my friend’s boyfriend. That night, when alcohol finally knocked her out, he returned to the living room naked—and everything changed.

Mara helped me fasten the red dress and whispered that the night would be mine. I didn’t know the village’s most respected man would be among the guests.

No one looked at me at that party. I rubbed the lamp out of boredom and wished for a body no one could ignore; I never imagined the price.

I knocked on the bathroom door with my heart racing. I knew I was only going to look. I also knew I was lying to myself.

My friend promised that night would fulfill a fantasy I had only dared confess to her. What I never imagined was how far we would both go.

I kissed him in the car as if I had wanted him all my life, and only then did I realize that the boy I had watched grow up was no longer a child.

We were dancing when he leaned to my ear and reminded me what he’d seen that other night. Half an hour later, I was climbing into his pickup at the end of the driveway.

I was only supposed to take them home after the party. I never imagined that her alcohol-loosened friend would turn that late-night drive into something I still haven't finished telling.

When her boss offered to take me out to buy the drinks, my husband was left looking like a fool. I already knew that outing wouldn’t be innocent.

We danced until the house fell silent. When she opened my bedroom door and said she needed a favor, I knew that Christmas would change everything.

I had been at reception for a month when the Friday party changed everything: a hand beneath the table, a decision I hadn’t planned, and a Monday that was no longer work.

When the DJ said my name and the whole club sang, I never imagined the best part of my birthday would begin much later, far from the dance floor.

She unhooked her bikini top with the natural ease of someone who has already decided everything. “You told me to feel free,” she said. And I could barely breathe.

I’d spent years imagining him from the other side of the wall. That night, alone in my aunt’s house, he was the one who rang the bell.

We crossed the park in the dark and, before I knew it, she was on her knees in front of me with a smile I still can’t get out of my head.

When I was down to just my bra and thong, my friend climbed onto the stage and asked for the music to start over. She didn’t want to leave me alone up there.