Young

I was masturbating thinking about her when she pushed the door open without warning, fresh from the shower and not a stitch of clothes on. What happened next shouldn’t be told.

She arrived at my apartment with her cheek still bruised. That same night she stepped into the bathroom wrapped in a towel and dropped it when she saw me.

I only wanted something temporary while I finished high school. I never expected those late-night voices in a virtual world to teach me so much about desire.

I’d been Camila’s boyfriend for two years. That night, her sister Antonella turned eighteen, and I understood that nothing in that house was forbidden.

I heard my twin sister moving in the shower. When I went into the bathroom, I saw her panties on the floor, and everything got complicated that very morning.

I was alone on the sofa when the door opened. It was Marina, my sister’s friend, and what she saw made her smile. What happened next took me by surprise.

Just turned nineteen, a thirty-eight-degree afternoon, and my aunt by marriage mopping my room in tight jeans. That day I couldn’t take it anymore.

When I saw him get off the train, he was no longer the boy I remembered. In that moment I thought my husband would have to learn to share, even if he never knew how.

When she clung to me in the water and I felt her breathing change, I knew the summer we turned eighteen would be unlike any other.

He was the quietest one in class, wore glasses, and never talked about anything except studying. For weeks I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen by accident.

The bet was simple: the boldest costume wins. What Sonia didn’t expect was for Vera to walk out of her room wearing nothing but a bow and a smile.

She was telling him about her breakup when the couple below started kissing. They looked before they meant to. Then they couldn’t stop.

I was naked when I heard the music. I turned and there was Sofía, kneeling with a little box in her hands and tears in her eyes.

She told me she had never gone all the way with anyone. There was something in the way she said it that made me want to be the one to change that.

When Elena opened the door, drenched and out of options, her look said it all before she even offered the night in words. Mother and daughter, fixed price.

When I saw the Brazilian crossing the dance floor toward us, I knew my flatmate was no longer the shy girl who’d moved to Madrid a month earlier.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

The zipper opened and two heads appeared as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. We weren’t surprised. We didn’t cover up either.

We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.

That night I shaved, washed, and waited for Lucía, knowing exactly what I wanted. She arrived with her backpack, her red lollipop, and that smile that never faded, no matter what we did.