In Public

The moment I crossed my legs, I already knew the three of them had planned something. What I didn’t expect was how hard it would be to stay quiet all night.

When my mother and her friend showed up unannounced, my boyfriend was still naked in the pool and I was topless. What happened next still makes me smile.

The gym showers have no doors. That morning I discovered the detail wasn’t a problem, but exactly what I’d been looking for without knowing it for years.

Catalina came out onto the terrace in a white nightgown, sat beside me without a word, and that night we stopped being just siblings in the house by the sea.

I saw the message at eleven at night and knew this time I wasn’t going to make excuses. Fifteen minutes later I was climbing into his car in an empty lot.

The number wasn’t in my contacts, but the first two lines forced me to read to the end. What came next changed everything I remembered about Saturday.

I went into the bathroom as a man and came out in a minidress and platforms. My girlfriend was waiting in the room with three strangers and a smile that said it all.

She wore a miniskirt, black stockings, and sunglasses that kept me from knowing when she’d caught me watching. Until she stopped pretending and started playing with me.

The receptionist winked at him when he handed over the towel. That gesture was only the beginning: in every room, a different body and a new turn-on waited for him.

I got off the bus hot-headed and tight in my pants. I knew what I was going to the vacant lot for, but not that I’d get fucked three times in a row.

Between boxes, with the door barely closed, she bit her lip to keep from screaming while I held her against my chest. No one could hear us.

It was eleven in the morning and the cove was empty, except for a guy pretending not to watch me. My husband was swimming and I could feel his eyes fixed on every inch of my skin.

The Polaroid hung from my neck when she appeared under the threshold, barefoot and smiling, escorted by two men I didn’t know at all.

When Diego closed the van door and disappeared toward the supermarket lights, I knew I had half an hour to do everything I’d been imagining for months.

Three in the morning. A short nightgown. Nothing underneath. And the feeling that every park lamp was a curious eye, waiting for me to go one step too far.

We were alone in front of the mirror. I was fixing my lipstick; she was staring at me with an intensity that was no longer friendship. And then she came closer.

I stepped out of the car with my coat open, wearing nothing underneath, and from across the street they started pointing at me. My husband watched from far away, waiting to see which one I’d choose.

I watched her get out of the car to brush crumbs from her skirt, and without knowing it, I knew at that instant we still had many kilometers left and very few excuses.

When I found the neighbor peering over the wall, I didn’t cover up. I dropped my bikini top under the patio shower and let him see as much as he wanted.

Mateo nodded toward me and went upstairs. I followed without thinking, knowing his girlfriend was my best friend and that nothing could stop us anymore.