It was a hot, humid Miami night, so we were wearing nothing but our underwear, with the apartment’s AC blasting on high. We sat on the couch and started scrolling through Netflix to find a movie. While we were looking, she suddenly started talking about sex.

"You’ve already done my ass, what else do you want?"

Naya had an obsession with trying new things. It was as if she felt she didn't have much time, or like a child surrounded by brand-new toys who doesn't know which one to play with anymore.

"I was thinking about a ménage. Just imagine me in the middle of you guys, sucking one guy's dick while taking it from the other at the same time."

As she spoke, a wet spot began to bloom right in the middle of her white panties.

"Ah, I don't know. This whole thing with another guy... Why not another woman? I could fuck you while you sucked her little pussy."

My dick grew just from imagining it, pitching a tent right inside my boxers. But she made a face of pure disgust.

"You told me you've already done that..."

"Yeah, I have. And it was great having *Two Hotties In My Bed*."

"Let's do something different this time?"

Now it was my turn to look disgusted.

"We could invite that friend of yours..."

I looked at her suspiciously. "Who?"

"That tall, Black guy. I don't know his name."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Ah, whatever. Forget it. Let's hire an *Escort* then. Don't worry, I won't let him do your ass, if that's what you're scared of."

"Ah! I'm definitely not scared of that anymore."

She laughed. "Then let's do it."

"Look, I think this movie looks good. Let's watch it?" I said, changing the subject.

The next day, we were walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk of a busy avenue when I spotted one of my happiest, most embarrassing mistakes walking down the street.

"Ju?!" I said.

She looked at me, and instantly her eyes welled up with tears. She was wearing heavy makeup, but you could tell her face was swollen. Júlia is a woman who carries *That Little Secret* that I discovered back when Naya and I were broken up. Well, it's more like a big secret, but anyway. She looked strange. Her hair was completely messy and her clothes didn't match. It made no sense for a girl who was usually so vain.

"Are you okay?!"

She mumbled something and walked away as fast as she could. I tried to go after her, but Naya wouldn't let me. She went absolutely crazy with jealousy! She grabbed my arm tightly and started cursing me out right there on the street!

"Who is that girl? What the fuck was that?!" Naya’s shout echoed down the street, drawing looks from the people around us.

She wouldn't let go of my arm, her fingers digging forcefully into my skin. Naya’s face was completely transformed by hatred and possessiveness.

"Calm down, Naya! She's an acquaintance, I've told you about her before..." I tried to wrench my arm free, looking over my shoulder toward the corner Júlia had just hurriedly vanished around.

"An acquaintance? You looked at her like you'd seen a ghost! And she cried just from looking at your face!" Naya stopped right in front of me, forcing me to stop too. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling under her light blouse.

I knew I had no choice; Naya was never going to let me go, and if I did walk away, she wouldn't let me back in. So we walked back to our apartment with her yelling at me the entire way. As soon as she calmed down a bit, I grabbed my phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Ju, I need to know what happened!"

"SHE IS NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I AM..."

"DID YOU NOT SEE THE STATE SHE'S IN?! I NEED TO TALK TO HER!"

With her eyes full of tears, she stormed into the bathroom. I tried calling five times, but nobody answered. So I decided to go to her apartment. Before leaving, however, I passed by the bathroom door and saw Naya crying, sitting on the toilet. I didn't know what to do to avoid hurting her even more. I walked in softly.

"Baby..."

"Go away!"

She didn't actually want me to go away; I know her well enough to know she wouldn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment by throwing whatever she could find at my back. Even though she kept telling me to leave, I insisted on staying and began to explain what I was feeling. She might have been gripped by a terrible jealousy, but I know she has a huge heart. I explained that I was worried about Ju because she has no family here and is too proud to ask any friend for help. Little by little, she began to understand, and finally, she wiped her tears and told me:

"Okay! But I'm coming with you."

The Uber ride Downtown was a ride of uncomfortable silence. Naya stared fixedly out the window at the glass skyscrapers, her arms crossed, with the remnants of her mascara still slightly smudged at the corners of her eyes. I kept trying to call Ju one more time, but the call went straight to voicemail every time. My stomach was tied in knots.

When we dropped off in front of the older residential building where Júlia lived, the hot afternoon sun was hitting the pale walls of the facade at an angle.

"Is it here?" Naya asked, her voice cold but her eyes sharp, scanning the place.

I must have buzzed her apartment 15 times and nobody answered. So I decided to press the button for Mrs. Lourdes. Dona Lourdes lives in the apartment right next to Ju's; she is a retired Cuban lady, very religious, sweet, but also nosey and loves a good gossip. To this day, she probably has no idea that Júlia is trans. I only knew her by sight from stories Ju had told me, but I had no alternative.

"Hello!"

"Hi, Dona Lourdes, I'm a friend of Ju's..."

"Oh, my son! I am so glad you are here! I will come right down to let you in."

"Why is she coming down? Can't she just buzz us in from up there?" Naya muttered.

I guess she could, who knows... Old buildings in Miami always have these quirks. A few minutes later, she arrived in the lobby.

"I am so glad you are here!" she said in her characteristic Spanglish as we walked into the building toward the elevator. "You don't know how much I prayed to God for you to come back! I know it's none of my business, but I was so sad when you two fought. You made such a beautiful couple! I once told Júlia right here in this elevator to take good care of you because, in my opinion, you must be the man of her life! God knows I had never seen her as happy as when she was with you. I know young people just want to have fun, as you say, but later we get old and we need a companion. And you two look like you were made for each other."

If a lightning bolt had struck inside that elevator, I think the damage would have been less. I completely forgot how to breathe. I glanced at Naya and felt my blood freeze: her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, processing every single word from Dona Lourdes. The "beautiful couple," the "man of her life"... it was everything Naya needed to explode, but the shock was so great that she remained speechless, just piercing me with her glare.

"Yeah... well, Dona Lourdes..." I stammered, trying to find the words while the elevator went up with an annoying creak. "We... we had some misunderstandings. But what happened?"

"Oh, my son, it was horrible! She arrived with a tall, strong man. I rode up in the elevator with them. I felt it was going to end badly, but what could I do? I asked the Virgin that nothing bad would happen. But right after they went into the apartment, I heard screams, slaps, and things breaking. I grabbed the phone to call 911, but before I could call, he walked out slamming the door and left."

She walked with us right to the apartment door and rang the bell.

"Júlia, querida, it's Lourdes, my daughter."

I watched in surprise. Since when did Dona Lourdes have this kind of intimacy with Ju? The door opened a crack, but when Ju saw me, she made a move to slam it shut again. The old lady was the one who blocked it.

"My daughter, give him a chance. He is a good boy and he is worried about you!"

She hesitated, but finally ended up letting us in. She had a black eye and her cheek was swollen.

"If you need me, do not hesitate to call, may God bless you!" Dona Lourdes said, taking her leave.

When I stepped inside, Ju hugged me tightly and began to cry. The apartment smelled like spoiled food. There was broken glass on the floor, knocked-over objects, and clothes scattered everywhere. While Júlia and I sat on the couch, Naya decided to clean things up and went to the kitchen, returning with a broom and a dustpan to sweep the broken glass off the floor. Júlia was crying like a child and couldn't even speak. Meanwhile, Naya went back to the kitchen, and you could hear her washing the dishes. Judging by how long she took, there must have been a huge pile of dirty dishes. Then she went to the bedroom and came back with a massive bundle of dirty laundry.

I was still amazed by her behavior; I thought she would be sulking the entire time out of jealousy, but I guess her human side spoke louder. You could hear it when she started the washing machine. Back in the living room, she spoke up:

"Let me take a look at her."

I lifted Ju's shirt a bit. She couldn't lift her arms properly. It looked like a horror movie; there were bruises everywhere.

"Marc, we have to take her to the hospital! To Jackson Memorial!"

"NO, NO HOSPITAL!" Ju cried out, terrified of the bureaucracy and the medical costs.

"Júlia, you have to! I'm a nurse technician, I did my nursing clinicals right here, I know the emergency room staff, they will take care of you!"

"No, no!"

"Come on, Júlia, get up!" I said. "Get up, Ju! I am not leaving you like this!"

She stood up and we left. She was limping, but she could walk. In the hallway, I heard Dona Lourdes.

"Oh, thank God you convinced her to go to the hospital! Marc, my son, do you know how to drive?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Take this, it's the key to my son's car. Don't worry, you can take it. Take it and drive her there."

I was so surprised by Dona Lourdes that night; I didn't expect that from her. We always imagined that this Catholic lady, who sometimes seemed to judge our lives with her stare, looked at us purely with disapproval. The surprise was so great that, in the end, Naya was the one who grabbed the key.

"Thank you, Dona! We'll be back soon."

Once at the hospital, I parked the car in the Visitor Parking lot and said:

"Alright, let's go!"

"No, Marc, you stay here!" Naya said.

"What do you mean!?"

"The staff inside are going to look at her and see it was domestic violence, then they are going to look at you. What do you think they're going to assume?"

"That's absurd, I would never do that!"

"They don't know you. By the time you explain it, they'll have called the cops and then only God knows. I'll go with her, you wait here."

It was the longest wait of my life. When they came back, Naya immediately said:

"She got lucky! No broken bones. They did the dressings and told her to take these medications. The damage is more psychological than physical. The doctor said... she needs a lot of love right now."

We went back to Ju's apartment. We took her straight to the bedroom. Naya helped her lie down, adjusting the pillows with tenderness.

"Thank you... seriously..." Ju’s voice came out slurred, her eyes almost closing from the effect of the meds. She looked at Naya and then at me. "I'm sorry for all of this."

"Forget about that now. Sleep," Naya said, covering her with a clean sheet.

We closed the bedroom door and went into the living room. The exhaustion was extreme, but the atmosphere between Naya and me was still charged with the electricity accumulated from a whole day of extremes. She threw herself onto Ju's couch, throwing her head back, and let her hair down, taking a deep breath. I walked over, sat down next to her, and had to admit:

"You were incredible."

Naya didn't say a word, her sad face trying to hide what she was feeling at all costs. But a few minutes later, she stretched out her leg, touching my joelho with her bare foot, closed her eyes, and fell asleep right there.

The next day, I woke up still on the couch. Naya was already up, giving her spot to Júlia so she could sit next to me.

"Naya! Where are you going?" I asked, seeing her grab her purse.

She was heading quickly toward the apartment door.

"You guys don't need me here anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"It's obvious you like her, Marc. I'm just an intruder here. I'm leaving. Be happy!"

"Wait a minute!" Júlia said.

She stood up with difficulty, went over to Naya, and hugged her tightly.

"I don't know how to thank you both!" she said, already crying. "Don't give up on him like that. You don't know how much I regret sending him away in the past."

She whispered something into Naya's ear. The only thing I managed to catch was:

"Remember what I told you at the hospital..."

Naya started crying too, and soon the three of us were holding each other and crying in the middle of the living room.

We stayed there the whole week, always taking turns. When one of us had to leave for college or to take care of something, the other stayed, and vice versa; we never left her alone. We fixed up the apartment, cleaned it, and Naya took care of the dressings with proper technique. Dona Lourdes made *ropa vieja* and various Cuban desserts for us; it felt like she was our grandmother.

I got in touch with several of Ju's friends here in Miami, without her knowing, to tell them what had happened. Soon they were all there to help. She was deeply moved by it; she didn't expect such a demonstration of affection so far from home. But what moved her most was when I took her phone to answer it. She didn't want to answer a number that had already called about three times that day. It was her *manager* from the restaurant where she worked in Brickell, wanting to know what had happened since she hadn't shown up for work. When I told him, he seemed doubtful at first, but right after, talking to her, he advanced her bi-weekly paycheck to help out and told her that her position was secure, to just call whenever she was fully recovered.

By the end of that week, the apartment no longer looked like the scene of a horror movie. She could already smile without feeling pain in her cheek, and the bruises on her arms were starting to fade. On Friday night, when the apartment was full of Ju's friends laughing and talking in the living room, Naya discreetly tugged the corner of my shirt.

"Shall we?" she whispered close to my ear. "She's in good hands now."

We said goodbye to Ju with a tight group hug. We didn't need to say anything; her teary eyes said it all. The ride back to our apartment was completely different from that tense Uber ride days ago. Naya rested her head on my shoulder. I locked my fingers with hers, squeezing her hand tightly.

The apartment was exactly how we had left it on Saturday morning, but we weren't exactly the same. Naya threw her purse onto the armchair and turned to face me. She took off her shoes, standing barefoot, and walked slowly until she stopped just inches from my chest. With her sad eyes fixed on my feet, she began:

"I have to tell you something."

Her tone of voice and her gaze betrayed what I already suspected. In the time we spent taking care of her, Naya and Ju had become very close friends. The affinity between them was so great that I often felt excluded from the conversation.

"I..." she finally looked into my eyes, hesitated a bit, swallowing hard as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "I cheated on you... with Ju."

"What?" I said, instinctively stepping back.

"It was on that day you left to take that exam, remember? I was changing her dressings and, when I looked, she had an erection. I didn't know she liked women... That got me excited too and I couldn't resist. There was no way to avoid it!"

Her eyes could no longer hold back the tears as she apologized between sobs. But I was surprised by what I felt right then. I should have been furious! Imagine going to help someone, bringing your girlfriend, doing everything, sacrificing yourself, and then finding out they hooked up behind your back the whole time!!

But it wasn't as if she had cheated on me with another guy. It wasn't as if I had lost anything; on the contrary, it felt like a gain. I can't explain it properly, but I knew she wasn't going to leave me to be with Ju, and I also knew that God, or maybe someone else, had granted our wish from Saturday night.

"A trans woman..." I said calmly and thoughtfully. "So that's it. You didn't want another woman. You looked disgusted when I talked about sucking pussy."

"What are you talking about?" she said, still sobbing a little, confused by my reaction.

"And I didn't want another guy in our bed."

Naya abruptly stopped crying and looked at me. A slow, dangerous smile began to curve her lips. The regret on her face was turning into something else entirely.

"You... pervert!" she said, wiping her tears and measuring me up with her eyes, noticing the bulge already forming in my boxers. "Do you think she's going to go for that?"

I looked at her, pulling her by the waist until she was flushed against my hard body.

"It doesn't hurt to try. Miami is the city of sin, after all."

​A few days later, I got home from college just after sunrise. As I opened the door, a wave of hot, dry air hit my face. Damn, it's hot! The apartment was completely in half-light, with the morning sun just beginning to mix with the neon glow of the Miami skyline visible through the window. On the TV, a music video was playing on mute, and two glasses of red wine sat on the coffee table.

​I took off my backpack and tossed it onto the couch. Walking forward, I tripped over a pair of women’s jeans. I looked down and saw another pair of pants, a blouse, bras—everything forming a messy trail leading straight toward the bedroom.

​I followed the track, already catching the sound of low, muffled giggles. I peered inside and saw two gorgeous, naked women sitting on the bed facing each other, kissing passionately.

​"Girls!"

​After the initial shock, they both looked up at me, wearing those beautiful, naughty smiles.

​"Our man is here!" Ju said, her voice smooth.

Naya bit her lower lip, her eyes locking onto mine with that familiar, predatory spark. "Well, hey there, handsome. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

The two of them stand up and move toward me. In the past, the mere sight of those two pairs of breasts approaching, accompanied by looks naughty enough to make a man cum instantly, would have done me in. But right now, I am entirely under their spell. They reach me and immediately lock their lips onto mine in a group kiss. One on each side, a collective clash where three tongues meet, tangle, and greet one another. Meanwhile, down below, four hands take turns with the tasks of unbuckling my belt, unzipping my fly, popping the button, and sending my jeans straight to the floor. From there, it is only a matter of time before the first hand finds what they were looking for, followed by the others—so bold they don't even bother to ask for permission.

​A moment later, both mouths abandon mine in search of something more interesting. Those two wicked smiles quickly reach their destination. My dick is swallowed by two mouths, one on each side of the poor thing. One of them slides down to take a ball into her mouth, while the other moves up to clamp her lips around the head of the snake.

​"Aahhhhh!"

​"That's it! Moan for us, you pervert!" says the sweet mouth sucking on my ball.

​Looking down, I see two heads of hair, one brunette and one blonde, completely burying my dick, and further down, two smooth, bare asses. Damn, I can't cum now! Not before I get a taste of at least one of those asses!

​The brunette who was just sucking my ball stands up and helps me pull my shirt over my head. I look at those small breasts, that flat belly fit for a Greek statue, and that completely smooth, hairless pussy. Before I know it, my hand is already down there, sliding my fingers into a hole that is incredibly wet. But wait! Where is that magical little button?! It’s got to be around here somewhere…

​"HHAAAAII MARC! HMMMM!"

"I found it! Hahaha!"

​The beautiful blonde stands up, responding to the loud moans of the victim under my fingers. She forces the horny brunette to turn around and delivers a hard, echoing slap right across her ass, leaving a bright red handprint on one of her cheeks!

​"Ah, Juuuu!"

​"Get on your knees, you bitch!"

​And before the poor thing even has time to do it, the wild Ju delivers another hard slap to the other cheek.

​"Now suck my dick!"

​This is completely surreal! Two gorgeous girls, but one of them has a dick big enough to put most tough guys to shame. Not even Dalí could paint a picture like this! Poor Naya sucks that thick cock, her cheeks already turning flushed and red. I step closer, positioning mine right alongside Ju's piece.

​"Take both of them in your mouth, you bitch! Take it!" Ju orders.

​I don't know how she manages to fit both of those large heads into that small mouth, but she is an obedient girl! Meanwhile, we can hear a steady drip hitting the hardwood floor. One drop, then another.

​"You're gonna have to clean all this pussy juice off the floor later!" Ju growls. "Now suck these dicks. Get them real wet because they're going inside your little ass next! Coat them good so they slide in easier and hurt less, you bitch!!"

Poor Naya! She still has a terrible fear of taking it up the ass, but Ju couldn't care less!

​"Get up and get on all fours on the bed!"

​Our obedient little slave quickly gets into position. While I attack from behind, Ju attacks from the front. My dick slides into that pussy like a hot knife through butter. Meanwhile, Ju grabs the poor girl by the back of her neck, forcing her to take it all in her mouth! You can actually hear the sound of my little angel's throat choking on Ju's demonic cock! You're gonna kill our little angel, you devil! Ju lets go of the poor thing's head, who coughs wildly before immediately stuffing the dick right back into her mouth.

​You can feel that wet dripping onto the mattress as my meat drives deep into her snatch! Ju doesn't stop staring at me with those blue eyes and a mouth full of pure lust! She asks to switch. Our slave turns around. Her mouth dives onto my dick, but suddenly:

​"OUCH, STOP! JU, NOT THERE!"

​She violently twists away, sitting back on her heels with her back to me, facing Ju directly.

​"NOT MY ASS!"

​She got so mad it looked like she was about to fly at Ju. I even started imagining myself trying to break up a girl fight!

​"Ow! Okay, okay!" Ju says, backing off.

​"Don't eat my ass!"

​"Okay, calm down!"

Naya then turns back toward me, and Ju looks at me with a crazy expression, mouthing, "What's the big deal?" I can only look back and laugh silently, making sure Naya doesn't realize I'm laughing—especially since my dick is right there in her mouth, right between her teeth. Ju then rams her cock right into that wet pussy and asks me to take her ass.

​The moment I pull my dick out of her mouth, our little angel starts moaning out loud.

​"Yes! Moan, you bitch! Moan loud!" Ju growls, grabbing her by the hair.

​I position myself behind Ju. She grabs the back of Naya's neck with both hands and arches her hips back just a little for me to enter.

​"Oh, Marc! Fuck me! Go!"

​I thrust all the way in at once. The wild Ju now has one hand gripping Naya's ass and the other on my cheek, forcing me to drive even deeper.

​"Huuaaaahhhhh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhgg!"

​"Now that's a real nut!" Ju gasps.

​A short time later, it's my turn to blow. Afterward, Naya lies down to my left on her stomach and starts snoring almost instantly. Ju is on my right.

​"You've seriously never taken her ass?" Ju whispers.

​"I have, but she's terrified of that massive pole of yours."

​Júlia bursts out laughing, trying to keep it down. "What do you mean? Why not?"

​"She said she gave it up once to a well-endowed guy and it was awful."

​"What do you mean? You just have to lubricate it well, relax, and enjoy! But you didn't get traumatized by me, did you?"

​"Well... more or less."

​"Oh, whatever! I should make a rule here in this house, put a sign on the front door: 'Only people who take it and love taking it up the ass are allowed in this apartment.'"

​"With Dona Lourdes out in the hallway ready to read it?"

​"HAHAHAHA!" Ju cracks up. "She'd have a heart attack, poor thing!"