Young

She got on my bike in that tight leather outfit and told me to go slow. But neither of us wanted to go slow that night.

She entered Diego’s room with only a black thong under her robe. He was asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and her hand went there on its own.

When I went into the truck to check the pallets, he climbed in behind me. No one else was in the warehouse. And we both knew exactly what was about to happen.

She came out of the bathroom in a white blazer that barely covered anything, a red pacifier on her lips and that smile of hers. I knew that night would be different.

I’d been under the same roof as my father’s wife for four days when she left her bedroom door ajar and told me, without words, to come upstairs.

Sofía told me that night her boyfriend was too much for her. I just smiled. For me, that wasn’t a problem—it was an invitation.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a white blazer with nothing underneath and a red pacifier between her lips. That night I knew Camila hadn’t come to please me: she’d come to have fun.

That night I prepared like never before. Camila was coming over with her backpack and her wicked smile, and I knew exactly what I was going to ask her for.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

The neighborhood boy looked me over shamelessly while I tried to keep my voice from trembling. I was forty-six, and I had a son to save.

I had her underwear in one hand and her phone in the other when I heard the front door open. Camila was there, staring at me from the hallway.

When I told my flatmate on the balcony what that stranger had done to me a month earlier, I never expected her to ask to come with me next time.

She noticed before I did. She took my hand on the dance floor and looked at me like she knew exactly what I still couldn’t admit to myself.

I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and my father’s voice built every detail. I wasn’t in my room anymore: I was with Rodrigo, and he was doing exactly what I’d dreamed.

Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.

I told myself I only cut past the lot because it was the shortest way. But when his eyes followed me and his hand brushed my hip, I couldn’t lie anymore.

I knew it was wrong, but every message from him left me wetter. The Saturday my parents went out, I opened the door to him without a bra.

When I walked into the empty club room that afternoon, I already knew we weren’t going to talk about books. What I didn’t know was how long I’d been waiting for this—or how completely I’d lose myself.

The club queue smelled of weed and sweat. My flatmate squeezed my hand, not really knowing what she was doing there. I just kept thinking about finding him again.