Young

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

I’d been up all night studying with coffee, until a squeak in the wall beside me made me lower my pillow and realize who was making that noise.

I went downstairs barefoot for a drink of water and found her sprawled on the sofa, her legs braced against the backrest. She never turned her head. I didn’t move.

I parked on the emptiest level of the underground garage and asked if she was still sure. She nodded. I handed her the envelope and asked her to just watch, nothing else.

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.

I thought he was just as self-conscious as I was. Until he came out of the shower, dropped his towel half a meter away, and started drying himself as if nothing were wrong.

I rang the bell with my heart pounding. I wore a red dress and, under the fabric, a decision I had spent six months putting off.

We’d worked together for months, texting until dawn. But that night, for the first time, she knocked on my door with a bag in her hand.

I thought it was just first aid. Until her fingers slid over my skin and stopped feeling like any mother’s should.

From her sofa, Renata watched the four cameras in her parents’ home like a reality show. That afternoon, one screen showed her something impossible.

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.

Years of friendship, and I was looking at what I should never have looked at. One night I made a decision that changed everything between us forever.

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.

When she sent me the photo from the fitting room wearing lingerie, I closed it without replying. She saw that. That was how it all began.

The bus was packed and I could barely move. When I felt the first touch on my thigh, I thought it was an accident. But it wasn’t.

I had five university students who paid well and started missing class. The solution came when my wife walked into the study and they all forgot their derivatives.

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.

From my rooftop I had a direct view of my neighbor’s yard. I’d been watching her for weeks when I noticed something strange in her movements. I never imagined what I would discover.