Young

I met her on a reading app. Black-haired, tall, intimidating. I agreed to be her submissive because I never believed a woman like her would look at me twice.

I saw her reading on the last train of the afternoon, fragile and oblivious to everything. I had no idea that that “hello” would be the first of many orders.

Adrián thought he was just going up to a friend’s place. He didn’t count on Lucas being awake in the living room, or on the need he’d spent all night holding back.

I went back to the reunion for one unfinished high-school kiss. I never imagined that night, with the bottle spinning, would end with three of us in the same bed.

When I climbed onto the table to dance for them, I knew I wouldn’t come down the same. There were ten, then twelve, and none left wanting.

I moved my body a little closer, pretending not to understand the chart, and watched her hands tremble over the papers.

I’d never thought about another woman like that until her white coat brushed my knee and I knew this exam would be unlike any other.

We’d been meeting for six years to do the same thing: tell each other things and touch ourselves shamelessly. That night Camila promised a surprise and opened the adjoining room door.

Renata had broken up with his son, but she kept showing up at the house. And on that hot afternoon, with the pool and a borrowed bikini, Tomás knew he couldn’t look away.

I stepped off the steamer with a soaked blouse and my head full of other people’s bodies. None of the women on the dock prepared me for what happened that night at the hotel.

When they came back in, Noa was already naked and Andrés had hold of her from behind. I knew none of the five of us would sleep alone in our bed that night.

I had never undressed in front of anyone. That afternoon, on his leather sofa, a man twice my age asked me to remove the blazer I’d hidden behind all my life.

When I saw them adjust their pants after watching her stretch in the kitchen, I knew that summer was going to be different. And I’d make sure it went there.

The music vibrated through my body, his eyes never left me, and I knew that night I was going to do something I’d never regret.

I followed him down the hallway without thinking, my heart in my throat. I knew that if I pushed that door open there would be no going back—and I pushed it anyway.

I booked the empty time slot and wore the tightest T-shirt I owned. What I didn’t expect was to find two men waiting for me on the tatami.

We had exchanged hundreds of photos, but nothing had ever happened in person. Until that March afternoon when I picked her up and she already had a plan.

The first time he kissed me in that parking lot, I ran away. The second time, I didn’t make excuses: I let him corner me against the same block wall.

She reread the message four times, and her heart beat like it had when she was twenty. She was fifty-nine, and a stranger had just awakened something she thought was lost forever.

We crossed the ocean to celebrate turning twenty-one with them. When we came downstairs dressed, they were waiting, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.