Young

I heard it through the ajar door: the laborer was fucking the secretary in the storeroom. That afternoon I went back to the office for more than documents.

When I saw her get off the bus with the pink backpack on her shoulder, I understood she had already decided everything, and I was only going to do my part.

When the first one came up to the car, my wife already had her skirt hiked up and her blouse open. What happened after that I saw everything from a sofa, glass in hand, holding my breath.

I went to the bathroom on a night with no electricity, convinced I was alone in the house. A phone light lit up the kitchen and I understood why the two of them had been acting so strange.

I was still dripping from the shower when she walked into the bathroom without knocking, wearing that crooked smile she’d been avoiding me with for weeks.

He’d wanted those lips in silence for years. That night, fighting over the console controller, his mouth fell on mine and everything shattered.

We were alone that March siesta, and she was still in her uniform. I don’t know how we went from tickling on the sofa to something else.

The shop was empty at three in the afternoon. When he pulled the shutter down and led me to the fitting room, I knew that siesta wouldn’t be like any other.

When Camila came out of the room dressed as a devil with a trident in her hand, I knew we weren’t going to sleep virgins that night.

She accepted the service as a one-time fantasy, but she never imagined that stranger would lead her to discover orgasms she didn’t even know her body could have.

Catalina came into the room at three in the morning, took off her dress without looking at me, and said she didn’t want to sleep alone in the cold.

Marina had spent months being invisible to her husband. Her nephew looked at her the only way she needed to be looked at. That night, the cards made a decision.

When he opened the door wearing only his shirt, I knew we weren’t going to talk much that afternoon. And I wasn’t wrong at all.

When the door opened, I was still pressing his briefs to my face. He looked at me with a smile that wasn’t angry, but something much worse.

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.

That afternoon, while the movie kept playing in the background, her sweaty hand found mine under the blanket and I knew something between us was about to change forever.

At 21, I thought I could handle anything. But when Esteban put his hands on my back and I felt my body respond, I wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.

Tomás watched her from the living room with a calm that was anything but innocent. Lorena knew it. And instead of ignoring him, she kept cooking without stepping away.

Under my button-down there’s lace. Under my dress pants, fishnet stockings and garters. My coworkers see Matías. I know who I really am.