Young

We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.

Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.

I thought it would just be another photo shoot. I had no idea the three of them would end up touching me at once—or that I’d let myself go without thinking of my husband.

—Just to watch —she whispered at the club door. But strangers’ hands were already seeking her skin, and I was unable to look away or stop it.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

Lying in the sun after what had just happened, we heard them laughing at him for not daring to come over. And that was exactly what made us get up.

There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.

I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

It was her first coven and she was the youngest in the circle. Everyone wanted to touch her, but she only sought the blonde watching her across the fire.

It was two in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and she was still laughing on my sofa. I knew that was the moment I had been waiting for.

I rested my feet on her lap without thinking, like so many other nights. But that time Daniela looked at me differently, and I knew there was no turning back.

Marina knew exactly where to touch to make Lucía’s body stop obeying her. That night, in the hotel’s dim light, she decided to find out how far her curiosity went.

I spent half my life believing I had everything, until I saw her on the production line and knew I wouldn’t stop until I had her in my bed.

Twenty years separated Mariana from her teacher, but when that hand stopped at her hip during rehearsal, she knew the look in her eyes had changed.

I thought the hardest thing of the year would be passing my English exam. I was wrong: the hardest thing was hiding how badly I wanted the woman teaching me.

I had been away from her for a week and, the moment I stepped through her front door, I knew that lesson wasn’t going to be about any exam.

I thought I had her cornered against the wall. It took me one second to understand that the only one trapped in that empty house was me.

She led the retreat with the devotion of someone who never breaks a rule. I just wanted a private massage, far from the prayers and the watching eyes.

Bruno had broken my heart again, but the one waiting for me at that house on the edge of town wasn’t him — it was his mother, in a dress that left nothing to the imagination.