Seduction

I ran into her by chance, she gave me her number, and a week later she opened the door with a smile that already promised trouble.

Every night I listened to her moan with other men; when she finally looked at me differently in the hallway, I knew I would be next.

When Mateo sat me between him and his friend Iván, and both hands began sliding up my thighs at once, I knew the invitation to the bar was something else.

When she showed up without her daughter and asked me to watch the sunset, I knew the night wouldn’t end with just sand and wine.

I rented the room, douched, and turned on the erotic channel. At exactly two, someone knocked: it was him, sweaty from work, his bulge already showing beneath his pants.

I left my number on the supermarket receipt and thought she wouldn't dare. At five fifteen, the doorbell rang at my penthouse.

The moment I opened the door, I kissed her hungrily. She trembled and called it crazy, but followed me upstairs without letting go of my hand.

The air conditioning was broken, and the sweat was showing through my blouse. When I looked up, he was already staring at me in the rearview mirror.

When he slipped something warm into my hand after returning from the bathroom, I realized my red thong had come back with a secret that would ruin the rest of my night.

I lowered the blinds, looked at myself naked in the mirror, and took a deep breath. I had never touched myself, but that afternoon I had one plan: to discover my body.

I saw him come down the hallway in boxer briefs, smelling of soap and alcohol, and realized I could no longer pretend he was only my son’s friend.

After weeks of glances and teasing, she pushed me into the locker-room bathroom and made it clear how she planned to collect on that ticket.

We’d spent years brushing against each other under the excuse of family affection. Once the door closed and we were alone, I put on my skimpiest bikini and lit a joint.

I closed the office door trembling; when she told me to take off my clothes, I knew she hadn’t forgotten anything about last time.

When she served me a beer and put her hand on my fly, I realized she’d been deliberately letting herself be seen through that window for days.

I thought we’d only sleep on the sofa, but his hand found mine in the darkness, and neither of us wanted to pretend nothing was happening anymore.

I entered the room convinced it would be a quick fuck for revenge. I left at dawn without remembering my own name.

She said she wanted to stay pure for love, but when I kissed her in the car, she spread her legs as if she’d been waiting for it.

When she rang the doorbell and asked if I was alone, I knew she hadn’t come to talk about classes or her boyfriend.

She crossed her legs, knowing I was watching, and her skirt rose just enough. When the classroom was empty, she smiled and asked me to help pick up the trash.