Party

When my aunt asked if I already had a girlfriend, everyone laughed. My cousin Camila didn’t. Beneath the tablecloth, her bare foot slid up my leg and I knew the night was only beginning.

When she opened the door in a rush, with smeared mascara and a wrinkled dress, I knew that night had changed everything between us.

Marisol thought her son was only watching his cousin. But that night, in the same dress and with the same curves, she realized the real temptation was her.

I thought it was just dinner with old friends. I had no idea the secret my husband had kept since school would end with the three of us in the same bed.

I arrived as a colleague’s guest, without an invitation of my own. Three hours later, I was locked in the penthouse with two porn stars and no intention of leaving.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and froze in the doorway: they had already started without me, and that night not a single line was left to cross.

On the first day of class she sat next to me smelling of vanilla. I had no idea that girl would completely change the way I understood desire.

I arrived determined to behave. When the lights went down and that stranger’s body began moving among us, I knew something was about to spin out of control.

She arrived in black underwear, turned on the hose, and let the water run over her skin. I knew then that that August night, we weren’t going to behave like friends.

When he whispered, “Go, press yourself against him,” I knew we wouldn’t be going home alone that night. And part of me had been wanting it for weeks.

I was married and alone at the town fair when my two exes showed up the same night. They hated each other at first. Then they decided to share me until dawn.

When Lucía moved into our flat, both brothers wanted her. I never imagined that years later she’d be the one asking Bruno to get into our bed.

I agreed to his fantasy thinking it was a gift for him. What neither of them imagined is that that night I’d discover exactly what I wanted... and stop settling.

I’d been married to her for eleven years and thought I knew her completely. That night, with my best friend still in the house, I discovered a side of her I’d never imagined.

I was nineteen and thought I was untouchable, until the night a man twice my age showed me how wrong I was.

I said my body could take anything. It was a lie, but there was no backing out in front of the three of them.

When she lowered her voice to tell me they had slept together, everything I thought I knew about my marriage shattered on the hallway floor.

At the New Year’s dawn, Camila asked for a kiss. What looked like a drunken game ended with a vibrator and a confession kept for twenty years.

I wore my cowgirl hat with no intention of going home alone. I never imagined a stranger would suggest something I’d never dared to try.

My friend gently nudged me with a knowing smile. “Go,” she said. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off you all night.” And she was right.