Even through the tinted windows of the bus station the glare of the sun caused a great deal of irritation. Esmeralda shielded her eyes with one of those free neighbourhood news handouts as she waited about for the line that would take her back by 9AM to her Tía Gladís´s house. Even with the irritating early morning sun, her thoughts were still drawn inevitably to the images and sensations of the night before. She still could not believe that she'd spent the past night in the arms of that redheaded beauty, the stunning Aislin. On the other hand, she thought it kind of weird that there had been a place to stay the whole night at the "Marie Antoinette". But in the midst of so much enjoyment, the idea of asking questions had never crossed her mind.
The bus line pulled up and Esmeralda boarded. On the way back she contemplated this new bizarre life that she had found in Miami, and now the questions flowed. Would these new desires have surfaced if she had stayed in Buffalo? Was this her acting or was it the effects of the exotic surrounding? And was this a permanent change, or was there a way to turn back?
All of these questions swirled in her head as she dozed off in her bus seat, the fleeting "sleep" of the previous night hardly sufficing. She was jogged out of it when her phone vibrated. Esmy's eyes snapped open and she eyed the middle aged black couple sitting across from her. The guy was not just sleeping but was completely knocked out and drooling over his mechanic's overalls. The woman, whom Esmy presumed to be his wife, was staring at him and shaking her head with a grin as she noticed Esmy glancing their way. "I'm glad we do separate laundry."
Esmy picked her phone out of her purse and glanced at the text message. It was from Dustin asking her if she was going to be at Miami Dade College that day. "No. Skipping. Tomorrow" Dustin immediately texted back. "Meet @ gym there?" Esmy wrinkled her brow in surprise. "Why?" she replied. Dustin's answer was "You'll see. 3PM?"
Esmeralda groaned at this invitation, but found it hard to come up with an excuse since Dustin knew she always had nothing to do after class. And also she felt she owed him for helping her the previous night. She texted him back to affirm that she would be there.
===Reaction===
The room was still dark and cool when her eyes peeked open and took in the familiar scenery of her own room. Veronica rolled partially over and encountered the warmth of Leann, a beauty with ample thighs and flowing brown hair with blond hightlights who was a little taller than her. Leann's body was wrapped in the embrace of Flor, who was gently breathing with a light volume further to the left. Flor's right hand encompassed Leann's bare and inviting breast, while her left hand snaked from under and was positioned strategically across Leann's soft and subtle genitals.
Veronica nudged Flor a couple of times, and when no response occurred, she stealthily dipped her arm under the cover, seeking the right spot. When she felt the moisture and warmth she had been looking for, Veronica smiled devilishly and began a series of insertions of her digits inside. Flor's steady breathing turned heavier, and after less than thirty seconds, she began to moan gently, and adjusted her hold on Leann, who began to stir. Leann's eyebrows crinkled in perplexity, and she opened her eyelids and gazed back at Flor, then at Veronica's hand under the covers that was spanning her body. She looked quickly at Veronica's face and flashed a rueful "gotcha" grin.
"Where I come from you needa ask first," she opined.
"Round here you come first and then ask," Veronica said in a deadpan.
Leann stuck out her tongue, then lithely squirmed out from under Veronica's arm.
"Don't wanna join in?" The question came with surprise, but quickly Leann flashed Veronica a steely glance and raised her finger to her lips, and motioned for her to continue.
"We'll see just how deep of a sleep she's in," Leann said. She had slept with her bra around her waist, and her panties were on the window sill next to the queen sized bed.Leann sneaked over to Flor's bedside and raised a leg over her face, moving Flor's body so that her face came flush with Leann's womanhood. Veronica could not help but feel the suspense as she wondered what Flor would do when contact was made. She didn't have to wait, as Flor seemed to sniffle a bit at the scent. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked full on at Leann's cunt, then raised her eyes to meet her eyes.
"Mmmm, room service."
Later at the actual breakfast table the three sat in contented silence as Leann flipped through the Miami Herald's classified section looking for a new off-road bike. Leann had always showed a decided tomboy streak, but had toned it down. Veronica's circle was very much into girly pursuits, and had very little appreciation for outdoor activities besides lounging poolside or playing a game of golf or tennis. Leann's biking hobby was one of her last guilty pleasures, and they tolerated it.
At the Marie Antoinette, a place where Veronica's circle was a permanent and recognized fixture, a dress code was even in place; no pants and no closed shoes like sneakers. Butch girls were decidedly not welcome, and Veronica made no apologies about it: "A girl who doesn't dress, look and act like one won't wanna love like one." While Leann looked for her bike, Veronica perused the event description for that summer's AquaGirl.
"It was pretty neat to see your cuzz there yesterday," Flor remarked.
Veronica's eyebrows arched. "Neat, yes. But I'd like to have known before hand, and Gwen told me too late. Now that she's seen a taste of what she's capable of, it's time to bring her up to speed."
Flor didn't speak but looked back at Veronica expectantly, while Leann looked up at her paper. They were both waiting to know the details. "Today is Tuesday. We do this tomorrow night. Let Gwen know. Somebody has to get her to come to Biscayne Park.
===A digression===
So Wednesday had rolled around and Esmeralda was wrapping up her classwork in the psychology class. With such fine weather being indoors seemed a real drag. As she put her books away, she received a text as she expected. It was from Dustin. "Im ready when u r" it read.
Esmy walked past three buildings over to the Kyrlikades Plaza. She scanned the area, looking for the familiar face. She turned around and saw the skateboard rolling over with the lanky skinny guy on it.
"Right on time babe," he declared in his Boston lilt while coming to a stop.
"So what did you want to do here?"
Dustin angled his face at her before answering the question. "Umm. Well I wanna go over what went on the other night."
Esmeralda wrinkled her brow. "What about it?"
Dustin cleared his throat. "I think you can see how weird it is that you asked us to give you a ride to a club where only chicks are welcome, and where basically me and the dudes twiddled our thumbs for half an hour. Except for Derek who got to motorboat a couple of girls who thought he looked like one of their nephews.We basically just sat there absorbing awkward stares while waiting for security to throw us out."
