Young

I was always invisible, the girl with glasses nobody noticed. That afternoon at the market, when the oranges rolled away, everything changed all at once.

When I told him it was my first time, he paused for a second and looked at me. Not with doubt, but with something that looked far too much like satisfaction.

At last his body was in front of me, inches away. My best friend. My man. And I was determined not to let that moment slip away for anything in the world.

We’d been eyeing each other at the gym for weeks without saying a word. When we finally talked, we both knew exactly where it was headed.

I’d gone months without a man when I posted the ad. Marcos was the only one who seemed genuinely interested, and I never forgot what happened that afternoon.

I put on the shortest skirt I owned and went to the garage to deliver an envelope. The owner wasn’t there. They sent me upstairs to his son’s office.

Helena arrived two hours before the flight. I had bought her perfume to thank her. She had another plan for saying goodbye.

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.

She asked me to come with her because the bars were full. I joked that watching her would get me hard, and she smiled like she’d been waiting hours for me to say it.

When I crossed the threshold of his office, I knew the crown cost more than smiles and perfect answers. The rector was waiting with a form and a plan.

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.

Under the golden light of the estate, she smiled while counting the money. She had no idea the next black leather collar was meant for her own neck.

When I saw Yésica go up the stairs behind him that first night, I knew none of the women serving drinks at that stop would come out of that summer unchanged.

I wasn’t a lesbian, and my wedding was six weeks away. But that night in the hotel, Elena showed me everything I had never wanted to admit.

Andrés woke up naked in his greatest rival’s bed. With no memory of the night before, he only wanted to leave. But something kept holding him back.

For weeks I’d felt the way he lingered in his hugs and how he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. That dawn I decided to stop pretending.

I’d bought her perfume and a pendant as a farewell gift. She brought me something else. I was eighteen and had never touched anyone in my life.

I entered that restricted area on purpose. Something about those uniformed men had attracted me from the moment we arrived, and I knew exactly what I was looking for.