Young

I was eighteen and had no experience. She had a husband, a daughter in my class, and the skill to keep me from sleeping since the first day.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

I went wearing a thong and garter stockings under my pants, not knowing if anything would happen. That night, everything did.

When his mother came down the stairs in that tight dress, Marcos knew that trip to the movies was not going to end the way he expected.

The shop was empty and the boy was young. I’d been imagining that exact moment for days, and I had no intention of wasting it.

When Mariana asked for my help, I knew the secret I’d hidden for years was about to come to light in front of three people I barely knew.

She had a boyfriend. She said she was straight. And yet that afternoon at the hotel pool, her foot found mine under the water and I didn’t pull away.

We pulled down our pants in front of the other four and, when he bent over me, I knew I wasn’t leaving that classroom the same man.

We’d watched weird videos on his computer at the office that time. What I didn’t expect was that months later, that same curiosity would end up on the couch, under the blanket.

When I lent Bruno the red brief that morning, I had no idea my neighbor would come looking for us and that the path to the river would end in something none of us had ever done before.

He opened the door barely dressed, with that smile that was no longer the polite client’s smile, and I understood from the very first minute that this call wasn’t ending with a drain gasket.

I thought the rain would leave me with nothing. Twenty meters away I saw the dark-skinned boy by the bench, soaked, and I knew the night was only beginning.

My wife whispered in my ear that she wanted that young body too. That night, on the living room sofa, everything forbidden stopped being forbidden.

When she told me she was into me, I didn’t believe her. Then came the message with the hotel name and the exact time. I knew it was real.

I went into his room and found him with tears in his eyes. He was about to cancel his girlfriend’s visit out of fear of his first time. I couldn’t leave him like that.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

As soon as the last classmates left, she went upstairs. She took off her skirt first. Then her blouse. Then everything else.

I had never been with a woman. When I opened the door and saw her standing there, I knew something in me was going to change forever that night.

Santiago walked into the classroom that Monday in that fitted shirt and with a deep voice that raised goosebumps on my skin from the first word he spoke.

I’d been watching him cross the hallway for weeks. That afternoon he called me to his office, and something inside me knew everything was about to change.