Young

She showed up without warning at the start of the semester and from the first day she looked at me without shame. I didn’t know when I started needing her to do it.

I was walking alone when Ernesto leaned out of the bus window and called me by name. I should have kept going, but something in his voice stopped me.

Valentina saw the bulge under his shorts and didn’t ignore it. She stood up, glanced around to make sure the room was empty, and moved closer slowly.

He took forever changing. She waited outside. And a group of tourists passed through at exactly the wrong moment.

When I saw him come out to applause, I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t know I’d do it in front of thirty women I didn’t know.

I walked twelve kilometers in broken heels and blood-soaked stockings, determined to confess something I should never have felt.

She came down the stairs in those leather pants, and I knew the night was going to be complicated. When I had her pressed against my back on the motorcycle, I forgot she was my father’s wife.

I found a toy hidden in her drawer and knew it wasn’t just sadness she was missing. It was something only her own family could give her.

I watched her from my window while she hung the laundry on the terrace. Those huge tits, that knowing smile. She knew I was looking and never said a word... until that Tuesday.

When I told her to let herself go, I never imagined Valeria would become the most unexpected star of the whole gathering that night.

I hadn’t gone out in months. I put on my black dress, went alone to the event, and never imagined that night would end between two men.

When I left his bedroom transformed into Valentina, the sound of my heels in the hallway told me there was no turning back.