Seduction

I returned the apartment keys and, without planning it, that week ended with the confession I never thought I’d tell anyone: two men, a friend, and a single night.

From the dance floor we were already sneaking our hands to each other; what we didn’t finish in the car, we continued in my room, unhurried and unclothed.

I told him I’d come in sweaty and needed a shower. He carried me to the sofa and whispered that, with my scent, he liked me even more.

I swear this is a real story, one you don’t tell out loud. She appeared from the hedges almost naked, asked me for a light, and everything else just happened.

I thought it was an innocent game of glances at the traffic light. I never imagined that on a Saturday morning I’d knock on his door with the most foolish excuse in the world.

I never promised you more than I gave you, and maybe that’s why you came back. This is the story of the woman I never truly got to know.

I walk between the lockers with a towel over my shoulder and I feel every gaze. They pretend not to look, but their bodies answer me before their words do.

I always knew my mother was different from the others, but not until that morning did I understand how different, or how far I was willing to go.

He insisted so much on walking me to the entrance that I ended up inviting him up. At eight in the morning, his phone rang and everything I believed changed in an instant.

When I got into the car and saw that man in the front seat, I had no idea my lover had brought me there to hand me over to someone else.

It took me two weeks to admit I wanted it to happen again. And one dawn, instead of running away, I sat on that stair and waited for them.

When I felt his body against my back in the kitchen, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. What I didn’t know was that my husband had planned it all.

I opened the door wrapped in a towel, still wet, convinced it was a package. It was him, with flowers in one hand and a smile that promised nothing innocent.

I’m not saying this to ease my conscience, but to confess how far I was willing to go that afternoon, with him asleep on the table and her just meters away.

That early morning I lost my money, my underwear, and the idea I had of myself. What happened afterward in that empty park I had never told anyone.

We’d been neighbors for years and barely exchanged a hallway hello. That night, when I put my sweater over her shoulders, I knew we were done pretending.

It began as an academic interest in the brightest student in the group. What ended up happening in my office is still hard for me to put into words.

I picked up the fork she had dropped and, bending under the table, discovered something none of the adults suspected. That night everything changed.

I let my guard down the moment he stepped into the stall. I hadn’t come looking for any of that, but his voice ordered me to kneel and I no longer knew how to say no.

I waited for the doors to close. Diego was already kissing his girlfriend openly, and her sister kept glancing at me, biting her lip, not knowing what to do with her hands.