Young

Her trousers traced every curve as she crossed the courtyard under that May sun. Magdalena knew they were looking. What she didn’t know was what two of them were planning.

The whole campus envied the guy Rebeca’s group had taken in. No one knew what it would cost him to belong to them.

I opened the nightstand drawer. The book was there, where it always was. And in ten minutes I could no longer stay still.

Marcos set the bottle on the bar and said out loud what the two of them had been keeping silent for days. The bartender pretended not to hear.

She was 37, had a stunning body, and nearly a year of loneliness built up inside her. When she chose me at the gym, I knew some nights aren’t planned.

I opened the hotel-room door, and there was Renata: just like her pictures, but with nerves no image could ever capture.

A rainy night, a blackout, and an embrace that began in fear. With my roommate, I discovered something I never expected to feel.

I arrived with my recorder and my questions ready. She welcomed me with a cup of coffee and a smile that was not exactly professional.

Four friends, a house near the beach, and a bottle of vodka. What started as a game became the most intense night of my life.

He barely remembers that night. Only the pain when he woke up and the certainty that something in him had changed forever.

When she came into my room that night, wearing nothing, I knew it wasn’t just because she was afraid of the thunder. My mother knew everything. And so did I.

When she turned off the hallway lights and closed the door, I understood we weren’t going to talk about my record. Something had changed in the office.

The girls had left, the room was silent, and Rodrigo made a joke that we both knew wasn’t really a joke.

I’d wanted her since I was twenty. Five years, a marriage, and a child later, Elena showed up at my door.

They were an uncle and his nephew, two gym beasts who had been watching me for weeks. That Sunday, something in the air changed forever.

At nineteen, after a lifetime in all-girls schools, that night I learned more than I could have imagined.

He asked me for a light, and when I held out my lighter, his eyes dazzled me. Five minutes later, we were heading to his apartment, and I still had no idea what I’d gotten myself into.

We were sworn enemies since we were five. No one would ever guess that the girl who made my nose bleed would also be my first woman.

We’d been together in front of the screen for months, each on his side. The afternoon Marcos reached out to me changed everything between us forever.

I had been at the limit for a week. That Saturday night I put on my shortest dress, entered the club alone, and let desire take me all the way.