Young

I went downstairs to get water and found her bent over the table, waiting. She’d been telling me no for weeks, and that night she decided it was yes.

With her eyes closed, she built every detail: someone’s hands, his lips, the weight of another body on hers. She hadn’t lived it yet, but she already needed it.

My boyfriend didn’t show up to the Christmas party. Instead, his godfather—my neighbor across the street—offered me a drink, and that extra glass changed everything.

I was walking alone in the rain, my clothes clinging to my body, when he saw me from the construction site. Neither of us said much. We didn’t have to.

We’d spent weeks dodging what we both knew was going to happen. That night, when I heard her come down the stairs, I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.

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.

She whispered in my ear that tonight was only for girls. I should have left. Instead, something in me decided to stay.

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.

She reached out to shake my hand and my heart skipped. Months of talking, laughing, pent-up tension. All that was left was to see what we'd do with it.

For weeks I had been secretly masturbating to videos of well-endowed men. Then I saw him come out of the water and knew it: that boy was what I needed.

Twenty years old, a virgin, and frozen in the hallway when I saw him through the crack in the door. What happened that night wasn’t what I expected—but it was exactly what I needed.

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 pedaled to the river with my blood already hot, knowing what I was going to do when no one could see me. That afternoon, at last, fantasy would become real.

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.

The young man arrived with his massage table under his arm, and she already had two glasses of wine in her. What followed was much more than a back massage.

After weeks of silence, she called to ask if I was alone. Half an hour later, she was at my door in a floral dress, with something to give me.

I’d been in the swinger world as a single guy for months until I was summoned to an apartment and recognized my best friend’s grandmother serving me whiskey.

Alone in the house for the first time in months, I turned on the screen with the vague intention of killing time. No one could imagine what I was about to discover about myself.

When the canvas opened in the middle of the night, we knew what had begun between us was turning into something much bigger.