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Landing on the Right Key Ch. 02

By: AmeriRam



(See Ch. 01 for background) 

==Trepidation==

One would have thought that seeing what she had seen would cause Esmeralda's relationship with her cousin and friends to change. After seeing Veronica poolside with Flor, she had retreated to her room and sat in the dark for a while. She felt betrayed that she had been left out like some sort of child. Also, there was the issue of knowing such secrets about one another, as they had been so trusting of one another as kids. 

After sleeping on it a little, Esmeralda looked at it from a different perspective. Maybe Veronica wasn't totally comfortable talking about her sexual life. Or she didn't want Esmeralda to think that she was the odd one out, although in this case that's exactly what had happened. 

Up until now Esmeralda had believed, maybe wrongly, that she was in a more open household than her own back in Buffalo. It was also true, though, that there the atmosphere was less open because there was often nothing to report! In fact, Esmeralda was pretty sure that the drama alone was enough to attract people to Miami, never mind the more picturesque environment and the fun-friendly climate.

The rest of the evening was still unusual for Esmeralda. She had to pretend she had just arrived home by sneaking out the door and back in.Even after that, she found that every phrase that Veronica or Flor spoke to her or each other seemed to be a double entendre:

"I hope you got abreast of what your gonna be doing the rest of the summer."

"Do you think my mom oughta find someone to lay carpet in the foyer? The tile's really cold."

"Why are your hands so jittery, Esmy, you used to having muffs around them in Buffalo?"

This was undoing the positive feelings she had had during her trip down to the campus in the morning. The chilled atmosphere, casual conversation with the skater boy, and long bus ride home had given her pause to think that maybe a permanent move would be worth looking into. Instead now she was following their conversations more closely, and was wondering if this was all that was being hidden from her. 

They were sitting at the dinner table that evening eating a traditional meal of seafood, rice, and plantains, while Flor was chattering away about the next day. "I'm gonna have to ask Gwen tomorrow how it worked out at that new gym."

"What new gym?" Veronica asked in reply.

An unusually intense look accompanied Flor's answer. "Um. . . that one she told us that her friend just opened. What did she call it? Incline-Nation. She said she'd try to check it out in the morning."

Esmeralda filed this information in her memory.

"That's a weird name," she remarked. "What do they focus on treadmills and stair climbers?"

Flor and Veronica stopped and looked at her. "Well. . . uh, I guess that's as good an explanation as any."

"Enough about that," Gladís interrupted. She focused on Esmeralda. She peppered her with questions like whether she had talked to her parents over the weekend or how she'd been impressed by the Miami Dade campus. Esmeralda felt that they were trying to divert her attention, and made a note that she should look up the gym that Flor had mentioned.

Later that night she logged on to her Acer laptop and typed in several spellings of inclination cross-referenced with Miami and gym, until finally a location in a building in Midtown popped up. She noted the directions to it, and reminded herself to visit it the next day. 

Esmeralda then settled into her bed to go to sleep. It was past 1 AM and she knew she wanted to be awake and on the go the next day as she was still dependent on the buses, but her earlier forced nap after seeing Flor and Veronica at the pool had left her both overcharged from the sleep and wound up from the scene. Her night outfit of a t-shirt and boy shorts also had her feeling hot. She tried several methods to cool down, such as removing the covers and checking if the AC flow was good from the vents, but finally decided to sleep with the covers and remove her t-shirt and shorts. She was now laying there cooled and comfortable but the sleep wasn't forthcoming, so she began massaging her exposed breasts and playing with her nipples. Rarely had she touched herself in the past, and often Esmeralda had wondered why boys were so obsessed with their own pleasure. Her few successful attempts to relieve her desires solo were enjoyable, but left her unfulfilled when finished.

Now, however, she decided it would be a good way to expend energy and relax, and so she hooked her hands under the waistband of her simple purple cotton panties and peeled them off of her slim hips. Spreading her legs wide under the covers, Esmeralda began running her right hand over her slit and tried to concentrate on her body. Surprisingly, the images that then popped into her head were of women, bodies exposed grinding one on the other, and moaning in passion. It wasn't one continuous scene; rather it was sometimes her cousin and Flor in the same place she had seen them today, and sometimes they were random women she had known in high school or someone else, like her former lab partner Chloe, a shy and skinny raven-haired girl with a slim wiry body and clear pale skin. 

This was unlike any previous session, as she continually was able to get her vagina moist and responsive, and after only a few minutes her pelvis convulsed in a climax for what was a short period of time but felt like a lot longer. The satisfaction was brief afterward, so Esmeralda reengaged afterward now imagining herself in tandem with the women she was conjuring up. Then, after what must have been the fifth time, Esmeralda's energy tapped out, and she settled in for a contented fitful slumber.

== Confrontation ==

The 8 AM bus down to Midtown was packed on this weekday, and Esmeralda had to stand initially. She knew she had to be at Incline Nation in the morning so as not to miss what she wanted to see. It was hard to improvise a real excuse for her aunt and cousin on why she needed to leave for the day and by herself, but she finally just told them that she had had enough of being cooped up or driven around and wanted to explore. This was very true in more ways than one. She had packed her tennis outfit and a racket in her bag so that she would have what to wear at the gym, and told them that she was going to check out some courts in the city.

She scanned the faces of the other commuters. Most of them seemed to be boring people, just like in Buffalo, with their business or other work attire, and briefcases. The glimpses she saw of the teens on the bus set her mind back to the images she had imagined the night before. Again, most of the subjects she was focused on were female. What was going on in her mind; had her cousin and friends flipped a switch that Esmeralda had never known she had? Or was this an inclination that she'd always possessed and had always waited for the right event to catalyse it?

Esmeralda shook out of her contemplation and realized her stop was only a block away. She pulled the stop cord and positioned herself near the door. Once the bus had come to halt, she practically leaped out and her bag swung freely against her frame propelling her outward. She adjusted her pace quickly realizing that people would think that somebody walking around like she was would be in distress. Tentatively, she withdrew her directions from her phone and began locating Incline-Nation. It took her more than ten minutes to locate the back-lit blue sign with large bold pink letters embossed on it that pointed an arrow at a stairwell descending below and behind a large storefront building. As she descended the stairs, she could hear the bass beat of some dance music, Groove Armada by the sound of it. Entering into the lobby, Esmeralda surveilled the large space sporting numerous treadmills, stair climbers, ellipticals, stationary bikes, and the like.

She went up to the reception desk. "Hi, I'm Terry," said the woman there, looking to be in her mid-20s, of thick build, but rather fit, "welcome to Incline-Nation."

"Hey. . . um, I'm Esmy. I'm looking to try this place out."

"Oh, I thought you looked new." Terry opened up a drawer and pulled out a flier showing the subscription pricing and periods. "That's so you know how it works here. And there's a list of all of the facilities and machines we have here," she pointed at a different side of the flier. "And you can actually start your free 7-day trial period today, if you want."

"I think I'll do that," Esmeralda answered.

"Great," Terry said as she pulled out some forms and gave them to Esmeralda with a pen to fill out. After that was done, Esmeralda smiled and handed back the clipboard,and she was handed a towel with the Incline-Nation logo, a globe with a treadmill track crossing it.

On first impression Esmeralda began to suspect she had wasted her time. She had to be discreet so that she wouldn't be recognized, so she made sure to wear a bandana, a pair of tinted shades, and an IPod (which was on, but also on very low volume). But it was obvious on first sight that Gwen wasn't there, at least not yet, because at this hour the fitness room was almost deserted apart from a handful of women ranging from their twenties to their fifties. Hopefully, Gwen hadn't come in the early morning. 

Esmeralda figured that while she was waiting she might as well fit in and get a nice workout in the mean time. She went to the changing room and put on her outfit of grey lycra tights under a teal leotard. These were actually clothes that she hadn't used since she had been a volunteer for the youth gymnastics team in Buffalo, and the only reason they had been packed was because she had searched for a similar program to work with in Miami. After putting on her Skechers

For the first hour she alternated between the elliptical, the small free barbells in the weight room, and doing ab crunches and push-ups. Esmeralda had never prided herself on being especially fit or athletic. In fact, since outgrowing her gymnastics competitions by attaining a certain height, she had struggled to find a hobby that could take its place, often resorting to the exercise bike at home which allowed her to read simultaneously. 

While finishing up her ab crunches, Esmeralda caught sight of about a dozen women leaving one of the side rooms with yoga mats. One of the last was Gwen, her dark cocoa skin accentuated by a golden yellow full body set of tights covered by turquoise shorts. Gwen always dressed well in the clubs, but Esmeralda had to admit that until now she hadn't noticed how good she looked, maybe because she simply wasn't as assertive and flashy as some of the rest of the girls in the circle, like Flor. She was speaking in hushed tones with one of the other women, a tanned brunette with soft doe eyes and flowing curls held back with a head band. They split from the rest of the group, which headed to the showers, and instead headed past a couple of doors that were labeled "Administration Only".

Esmeralda walked to a stair climber that was adjacent to the doors, but still slightly out of sight if somebody were to walk through. For about ten minutes, she figured that she was wasting her time again. Gwen could be in the offices for any number of reasons, including business. She could also be there for an eternity, and Esmeralda was already tiring of this exercise session. And another contingency that had occurred to her in that state of mind was that Gwen and her companion had left through a back exit, which meant that this was all a worthless pursuit. The other yoga women were leaving the showers and exiting the building, and for two more minutes the exercise club was practically deserted. 

But just as she was about to give up and pack it in, Esmeralda perked up upon hearing the doors to the offices open. She saw Gwen and the other woman walk with purpose toward the showers, and her eyes arched in excitement as she saw the girl grab Gwen's hand. They were an eye-catching pair, and not just because of their very different complexions and colour schemes. Gwen was 5'9", while her companion was pushing six feet, both of them towering over her. Esmeralda bolted toward the showers, after carefully grabbing her towel and bag, and carefully opened the doors, thankful that the hinges were practically silent and there was no heavy thud when it shut. She tiptoed around the lockers until she heard the light sound of dragging fabric accompanied by giggling. Esmeralda peeked around a corner and almost gasped at the sight. Gwen's friend had removed her turquoise shorts and was peeling the yellow tights off of her shoulders. 

"It's gonna take a lot of me to clean up a girl like you," proclaimed the woman. Esmeralda wondered who she was, and if her cousin and the rest of the gang knew of her. She revealed Gwen's breasts, medium sized orbs that were firm and somewhat muscular. and lowered her tongue to one of her nipples. "I get a real appetite after stretching."

"I'm gonna see if you can still hold some of those positions now," Gwen replied with a mischievous smirk. She now drew back away and turned around allowing her lover to slide off the rest of her outfit. Gwen giggled and hopped on one leg as she kicked out of it, and spun around to reveal her coffee brown skin glistening with the sweat of her exertion. She shimmied seductively and curled a finger in invitation.

"You gotta undress me too," teased the other woman, and she coyly snapped the straps of her own outfit. Gwen was in a buoyant and fun mood as she returned the favour by slowly and steadily unveiling her partner's physique from under the tight material, revealing soft sloped shoulders, a slender waist, and a beautifully toned ass. Although both were well sculpted, the mystery girl seemed to be the more athletic one, whereas Gwen's body had a softer feminine texture. After they were both completely in the buff, Gwen embraced her partner and drew her into a long, savoury sequence of kisses to her mouth and along her shoulders. Meanwhile she walked her deliberately backward towards the row of showers. 

Once she had placed her lover there, Gwen ran back towards her locker. "You get started, I'll be right back. I'm just getting this showering lotion that you'll love." After Gwen had retrieved the item and returned, Esmeralda creeped behind a wall barrier and inched toward a better vantage point of the communal showers. She now saw in the clearest light the full bodies of these girls. The sight of water dripping down their forms from the gentle shoulders over the breasts and slim bellies and finally the flowing over their perfectly hairless vulvas was hypnotizing. 

Esmeralda was transfixed as the two ladies shamelessly caressed one another. Gwen applied the lathering lotion liberally and was gratified by the moans and entreaties of her lover.Eventually Gwen's delicate hands dipped in between the valley of her friend's cunt and began focusing there. The sounds emanating from their mouths became more and more frenzied. 

"Oh, you have to give me the full effort, baby," cooed the girl to Gwen. Gwen raised one of her legs up in order to spread her genitals, and then kneeled down to floor and looked up bringing her lips and tongue in contact with her lover's pussy. She began to carefully kiss and massage the girl's most intimate parts.

"You taste better than the best meal," remarked Gwen looking up. She was surprised to see that her lover's face was not looking at her but was frozen in surprise and looking ahead.

"What the hell do you think you're looking at?" exclaimed Gwen's lover. Gwen was indignant at having to break off her oral pleasuring, but reluctantly turned her head around and caught sight of Esmeralda standing with a digital camera in her hand. 

Esmeralda hadn't really figured out until now what to say when she finally would have this confrontation. But after an awkward pause of a couple moments she recovered. "I thought it would be a shame if I was the only spectator to this great show."

"Esmy, are you out of your gourd?" proclaimed Gwen. "How? why? I can't even put into words these questions. Why are you here?" she finally stammered.

"Wait a second, you know this girl?" demanded Gwen's lover, and Gwen instantly caught the tone of jealousy. The room became prickly with tension now.

To be continued. . .

Landing on the Right Key Ch. 03



You definitely should read the prior chapter before this one. Otherwise it won't make sense.

*

The tension was so thick in the air, that Esmeralda would have preferred that the steam was thicker so that she would not have such a clear look at Gwen's face. It was an unprecedented situation for both; Gwen had never had her lovemaking interrupted by an acquaintance, while Esmy had never burst in on two people in the heat of passion.

The other girl spoke up after a moment. "I- I'm Vita," she said lifting her hand to wave and inadvertently giving Esmeralda a nice view of her ripe and tempting bosoms. "So. . . um, you joining?" Gwen reacted by smacking Vita across the face.

"Shut it. I thought you were here for me."

Esmy rolled her eyes at the come on. "Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea. You do what you do, and I don't want to miss a single detail. Pretend I'm not here."

Gwen looked back and forth between them in indignation. "What. . . um. What the fuck? What did I do to get you on my case, Esmeralda?" It was inexplicable that her friend's kid cousin had somehow tracked her down and burst in on her carefully prepared daytime fun.

Esmy sniffed heavily from the humidity of the locker room, and scanned the dank and sleazy surroundings. She kind of wanted to shed her own clothes, because she was still sweaty from the gym, and the images before her weren't hindering the temptation. "Well, Gwwwenn. It's not just you, but all of you thought that you could string me along as the uninitiated innocent kiddie, while holding back what you really are. So my cousin doesn't know that I know the truth. And while she doesn't I'm gonna learn as much as I can. So get to it."

Vita needed no more motivation, and while Gwen was still looking perplexed, she sank to her knees and began moving her face up and down Gwen's bare and flat abdomen, pausing to smell and then lick at her tummy. "Baby, let's just roll with it," she breathed, pulling Gwen down to a shower-side bench and spreading her thighs. 

"You really--?" protested Gwen before a single index finger ballasted her lips. Vita's hands were soon caressing the insides of her thighs. It was rare that a girl who worked out so often had such soft hands. Within seconds Vita's luscious mouth was up against Gwen's pink love opening. "MMmmm. Uhhh," moaned Vita, apparently enjoying it more than Gwen. By reputation, Vita was supposed to be so insatiable that she derived more pleasure from giving than receiving. 

Vita worked Gwen into a frenzy, and soon the fluid from between her thighs had formed along Gwen's face, the coating displaying a bright sheen.Gwen and Vita then embraced tenderly, and joined their lips, while still meshing their lower bodies and abdomens together.Esmy was truly mesmerized by this sight. It took all of her self control to speak up when the two girls were done.

"Ahem." she interrupted.

Gwen turned once again, annoyance having replaced shock. "Yeah, is there something we can do for you?"

"Now that I know what this is all about, do you mind telling me where the gang disappears to every time."

Gwen looked back at Vita, then clicked her tongue. "Why go through that trouble when you can have what you need right here?"

"I'm not trying to be a third wheel, even though obviously I've done a good job of it."

The dark skinned girl rose from her position and walked with purpose out of the room. "Wait here," she said dismissively over her back. Esmy heard a locker opening and the sounds of hands rummaging through belongings. Gwen then reentered, still stark naked and holding a business card. The title simply said, "Marie Antoinette" in a gold cursive font on black shiny background, and displayed an address in the Aventura area. 

"I think that's about as much information as you need," concluded Gwen, still anxious to be out of this situation. "Oh, and remember this too," she flipped the card around, displaying just the handwritten word "jasmine".

"Um, so when is it s'posed to be good there."

Gwen looked at her perplexed, and scanned the air uncertainly. "I dunno. Maybe you come there and it's boring. Maybe you come there and it's more than you can handle. Maybe you go and find nothing," with this she raised her empty hands, still oblivious to her own nudity. She then looked to her right toward Vita, who had been observing in silence until now. "Maybe you go and find everything." She walked over and embraced Vita in another passionate kiss.

"What I do know is that the only way to find out is by going, because until now you've only seen things done, but haven't done a thing yourself."

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Esmy made more trips down to Miami Dade College over the next few days. She had previously gone there for registration, but now was becoming familiar with the scenery. She was noticing how slowly there were more people populating the campus. On the Tuesday following her encounter with Gwen at the gym, she had woken up after a fitful night of slumber and realized she was perfectly energized for the coming day. She had descended the stairs and encountered her cousin Norberto, a scrawny guy with bleary eyes that always seemed irritated. Norberto was watching a replay of the Marlins game at the kitchen table. He gave her a muffled "buenos días" through his breakfast of Wheaties sprinkled with dried fruit. 

Norberto didn't seem to be around very much. It seemed to be a constant among men in their family. "Perros y burros", her Tía Roberta had called them. Dogs and mules. She had heard her saying this once when explaining on the phone to a friend that all men she knew were workaholics or skirt chasers. Was it possible that all the women in the Matos family were . . . well that was impossible. They had to procreate after all. Norberto was glued to the screen, and it seemed that every time Esmy saw him he was either watching baseball, had just played baseball, or was doing something related to his plumbing apprenticeship. 

In any event, Esmy was ready to go after a serving of toast and OJ. She parked herself at the bus stop and by 8:30 was on her way to MDC for the inaugural class of Introduction to Pharmacology. It was beginning to grow on her that college would be more enjoyable in the sun and breeze of Miami rather than the humdrum winters of Buffalo.

The day at school was anticlimactic. All of the people present seemed to be those who hadn't had anything better to do with their summer, so Esmy was aware that the challenge would be small. Once again she spent the time after her class to wander along the same path downtown as she had on a prior visit. 

While snapping some photos of the vintage cars trolling around the boulevards, Esmy heard the sound of skaters tearing up the pavement and approaching. She whipped her head around and saw a group of four weaving their way around obstacles and pulling tricks like ollies and and grinding on railings when they could get a downward slope. 

"Hey, stayed away long enough?" called out a familiar voice from among them. Esmy struggled to remember who it was. It was Dustin, the lanky white kid who was in town from Boston. He pulled up and propped his board against his thigh. 

"Oh. I've only started class today," replied Esmy. 

"Dat's okay, we don't really hang out around here. There's more to do down on the waterfronts. I actually stay a few blocks from here if you wanna come take a look."

It was an obvious come-on, and Esmeralda had pondered when she would encounter this character again. He wasn't that unusual of a person, but the limited social life she had in Miami made him kind of unique. "I would, but I have to be somewhere soon. In fact I'm planning on checking out some place later."

Dustin's ears perked up. "Party?"

"You could say that."

"How you getting there?"

"Oh, I'm taking either the 22 or the 41," she said referring to the bus lines. 

"You're taking a bus to a party? Why didn't you just grab a ride?"

"There's really not supposed to be anyone knowing I'm gonna be there."

Dustin's grin expanded like a rubber band. "So it's one those parties, mmm. You should take bus 420."

"I didn't know they added that line," she replied oblivious to the reference. 

"Whatever. We can take you," Dustin offered, as his friends were now calling him saying they needed to get to the skate park before it got crowded. 

"Tell her she can come over later to get on her knees," shouted one of them. 

Dustin looked back at them with the look of a kid who had just had his puzzle broken up. "Sorry, Vaughn is only used to talking to women with a screen name or an inflation valve. But seriously, I have a ride back at my rental. We can all take you."

Esmy opened her mouth, unsure of how to tell Dustin that he wouldn't be welcome at this type of party. Then she had an idea.

"Well," she started huskily, "it's really by invitation only. But," adding suspense to her voice,"maybe I can find a way for you to sneak in and watch. Of course you'd have to say out of sight."

He had a perplexed and dismissive look on his face. "Watch a party? Sounds like a waste of time."

"Well, um," she thought about how to put it. Obviously saying they would be the only men around, and would have to lay low. "Maybe you won't actually DO anything. But you'll SEE some things you've only dreamed of. Maybe bring a six pack or something and find a secluded vantage point. Or try to use some sort of uniform." 

Dustin pondered it for a second. Esmy meanwhile hoped that now he would follow through on the offer. "Well now I'm too curious.Gimme your address and number, and tell me when to swing by," he said now, betraying his previously subtle New England accent. "I think I'ma try something I've been wanting to for a while."

Esmy gave Dustin the info and then watched as his thin figure disappeared in the distance to join his crew. She relished the fact that she had gotten a ride to the "Marie Antoinette", whose address seemed to be in a pretty hard to reach part of Aventura, and maybe would be able to cause some mischief.

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So at about 9 PM, Esmy began laying out an outfit she had been saving especially for this occasion. By then she had already told her cousin Veronica she would be staying in for the night writing a paper and maybe stepping out with some school friends later. By that time, Flor had collected Veronica from the house, and Tía Gladís had also left dinner so she could go meet a Cuban book club at someone's house.

The outfit consisted of a backless dark purple dress with a black sash at the waist, matching black ribbon bracelets, a necklace with hanging silver chains along the circumference, and comfortable open soled sandals.

When Dustin's text came through, asking ¨Ready?", Esmy was quick to reply, "R U?¨. Within five minutes she saw a pair of headlights pulling into the driveway. They belonged to an old Dodge Neon. A piece of crap Neon. But still a ride. She noticed that there were two guys in the car beside Dustin, but decided she should take the risk that they wouldn't take advantage of her. She climbed into the back seat next to a short fresh-faced black kid. He had on a plain office casual button down shirt. 

"Wow, you look like you're still in middle school. Who're you?"

"Shut up," he said sheepishly. "I'm 19."

"That's Derek, and this," Dustin said, and pointing to the guy riding shotgun, "is Lorenzo." Lorenzo seemed to be Italian, and both he and Dustin must have been Esmy's age. They were also dressed in business casual with black collared jackets. They looked either like prep schoolers or guys on the way to their accounting job.

"Wow, you guys really know how to look like party people," she said sarcastically. 

"Once we get in there, we'll make sure there's no party without us," Lorenzo said with a devilish snicker.

After getting the address of the club, Dustin hightailed it to Aventura. The Neon still handled pretty well even though they were speeding. The whole time Derek and Lorenzo were talking about a skating accident Lorenzo had gotten into that morning, and then about how some girl he was trying to hit on had witnessed it.

"Yeah, you might want to make up for that at this club. I don't think she's gonna look your way from now on."

"You might find it hard to get anything here," butted in Esmy.

"Why?" asked Derek. "We still don't know anything about this place, Dustin. Are you wasting my night?"

"It's a surprise," insisted Esmy.

"Oh, we have a surprise, too," countered Lorenzo.

After about 25 minutes the Neon pulled onto the road where the address was located. It was an otherwise ordinary block of storefront that included a travel agency, and ironically a carpet dealership.

"Here it is," exclaimed Esmy excitedly, tapping on Dustin's shoulder. But there was no sign indicating the place the club, only an address number. 

"Alright, alright; I think I oughta park around the corner." He looked at his riders for a second. "Remember where we're parked, in case we gotta make a run for it. I hope you didn't bring us to some Santería human sacrifice party," he said to Esmy.She laughed maniacally in response. 

After parallel parking up the block and to the left, the four walked briskly toward the address shown. After searching around separately, Derek came up to Dustin and Esmy and motioned toward an alley. All four then went down the alley and were greeted at the other end by a more open space, as well as a large wrought iron door with an intercom buzzer in it and a camera.

"Okay, you key in, we'll try to find another entrance" Dustin told Esmy, as he and the others stayed out of the camera's line of sight. She pressed the button. "Who is your favourite bathing spice?" chimed a smooth light voice from the speaker. 

At first Esmy was perplexed. But then she remembered the card. She took it out and read the back out loud. "Jasmine," she said trying to sound confident. 

After about five seconds a door opened about twenty feet to the left. A plain woman dressed in a black t-shirt top and cargo pants beckoned to her. Esmy hoped she wasn't wrongly dressed. Also, since reading more on the subject that summer, she hoped there were more women like her who wore make-up and dressed up.

Instantly upon passing through the door she heard ambient music playing at soft volumes, and the gaggle of voices speaking. The security guard led her to a large room fronted by a dance floor and a long bar that was studded with people. All of them were women, and Esmy was delighted to see they mostly seemed to be in formal, beach, or club attire, as in skirts and short shorts. Playing at the moment was some Brian Ferry song, and a lot of the girls were slow dancing together. Esmy took a seat at the bar, and now remembered she hadn't brought a fake ID. 

"What'll you have?" shouted the bartender, a slim woman with brown hair and blue eyes in her late thirties dressed in a black vest and shear long black pants.

"Uhmm, Washington apple?" The bartender smiled and hustled off to get the concoction. After about two minutes Esmy noticed a commotion from an entrance different from the one she had come through, but closer to where she was now. It was Dustin, Derek, and Lorenzo. Two of the security guards were motioning for them to leave. 

Instead they awkwardly shuffled their way towards the bar. "Look, I don't know what you clowns are planning on doing here,"one of the security said to the men, "but I doubt you'll have any luck."

Dustin smiled expansively. "Oh, well if you're trying to tell me I can't do my job, then I think you'll be out of one come tomorrow." He retrieved a wallet which had a badge. "The Miami Dade Bureau of Liquor has the right to inspect any establishment, and if I'm not mistaken, yours isn't even registered."

The security woman's face dropped. "Three liquor inspectors?" Derek had actually donned a pair of horn rimmed glasses to look older. 

"We like to suffer in numbers."

Esmy giggled in amusement, but they had agreed to pretend not to know one another once inside. She switched her attention back to her drink, and the bartender in front of her. She was grinning cheekily. "I don't want to scare off a newbie, but I think you're gathering some attention."

"Um, well I'm flattered, ma'am," she responded to the older woman.

She chuckled. "Oh, I wasn't talking about myself. I'm actually married with two boys. Once in a while I'll bed one of these fine ladies. No, I think, you should check your 7 o'clock."

Esmy tried to digest the comment, which she initially didn't understand at all. Then she remembered it from the movie Top Gun. She spun around to her left, and saw a crowd of dancers. At first nothing popped out, but then she focused on a tall table beyond them where sat a single figure dressed in a sleek one-piece dress and with a butterfly clip in her flowing auburn hair. She had a smattering of freckles.

"So what are you just gonna try to eyeball that dress off of her?" teased the bartender.

At first Esmy thought about making some retort, like that she wasn't here for that at all, and she wasn't desperate for attention. But if she had made this much effort to be here, and was as dressed up as she was, who would she be kidding but herself. 

She was still frozen in her tracks, and scanned the room as if to steel her nerves. To her left the three guys were getting the stare down from any woman who came within viewing distance of them. All except for Derek, who was contentedly chatting up two thirtyish women, one of whom was petting his scalp like a toy dog. Lorenzo and Dustin were not letting the hostility get to them, as they had sophomoric leers plastered on their faces while drinking their bourbons and perusing the field of ladies paired up and dancing.

In the center was a small stage where a busty raven haired woman with a masquerade mask sat receiving a lap dance from an even more scantily clad blond girl. Hoots and hollers from the closest observers showered them.

At the other end of the room, Esmy spotted the other group that she had expected to find. She locked eyes with Veronica, who had a quizzical expression at seeing her baby cuz seated at the bar, while Flor was vainly trying to regain her attention.Esmy raised her glass defiantly and downed a large gulp.

She was ready to choke on the drink, but suppressed it. The sight of her cousin had shown her that she had a purpose for being here. Esmy rose to her feet and calmly paced over toward the high table where sat the redhead. 

"You look like you've been marooned," commented the girl. "Am I the first to ask if this is your first time?"

Esmy set down her drink. "You'll be the first that I'll answer. How 'bout a name for starters?"

"Aislin," breathed the girl. Up close Esmy could appreciate the shiny blue eyes that were hidden by the darkness across the room. She raised an eyebrow, as if expecting some reply.

"Oh, um, it's Esmeralda. But you can call me Esmy. So um, Ursuline--"

A laugh greeted the mispronunciation. "A-I-S-L-I-N".

"Sorry."

"It's Irish, believe it or not," Aislin quipped through her mane of red locks. "But we moved here when I was nary a babe," she finished with a forced lilt. "They call me Ace here." With this she took another sip of her own drink, which seemed to be a Long Island iced tea. "So Esmy, I don't mean to be brief," she continued harshly, "but are you ready to see what else this club offers behind the curtains?" The last phrase was accompanied by a gaze toward a doorway concealed by some blinds.

It wasn't supposed to be so easy, and Esmy felt that there should be more to it. But after glancing back at her cousin's group, the line was clear, and she knew that there was only one reason she would have called Gwen's bluff at the gym. She offered her hand instead of speaking, and promptly felt the moist pliant grip in response. She trailed the redhead almost without will, their hands linked in an inertial chain.




Landing on the Right Key Ch. 03



Through the blinds she encountered a whole different potpourri of sights and sounds. It was darker, and the music was more muted. Also, moans were coming through from each side. Doorways appeared on either side, and once her eyesight adjusted to the light Esmy was able to look through one open door and see the image of a long-haired figure reclining and completely denuded and being pleasured below by a mate.

It passed through Esmy's mind that this was a place non one could have imagined existing back home in upstate New York, let alone her being there. It was at once chic and sleazy, and in Buffalo things were usually only either one. In fact, she would say that it was more likely to be just sleazy. 

In each passing room Esmy saw images of women in various states of disrobing. "Don't peek in, honey," teased Ace, "you'll your appetite." They finally arrived at a vacant room. Upon entering, Esmy saw that it was rather spacious, with a love seat, a bureau with a mirror and chair, and there was a bed that looked clean but wasn't made, suggesting that they weren't the first occupants of the night.

"Are we gonna get kicked outta here?" wondered Esmy alive, surprised at the volume of her voice away from the din of the dance room. She could still hear the music playing from down the hall; the song was "I Wanna be Bad" by Willa Ford.

Ace released Esmy's hand and deliberately approached the bed, where she sat down delicately with one leg over the other. "Sweety, we have a code here that's very simple: Give each girl all the time she needs." In this setting Esmy was able to appreciate Ace's features better. Aside from the freckles she had a very clear complexion, and her hair fell around her face in a very neat pattern past her shoulders. Also, she realized that Ace was rather on the younger side. In general, the club had exhibited a wide spectrum of ages. There had been women on the floor well into their fifties, and yet Ace could easily be within a couple years of Esmy's own age. 

"So why don't we start our engines." Ace raised an eyebrow at her own introduction. "Do you have any questions about what we're about to do?"I wanna try a game. You ask a question, then I reveal something. Then you reveal the same thing."

Esmy spoke without thinking. "How many times have you done this?"

Ace's right lip perked up, intrigued by the question. "Done what?" she played dumb. Before giving time for Esmy to hesitate, she continued. "I've been in these rooms maybe less than a half dozen times, sometimes with the same girl. If you're asking how many times with a complete stranger, oh, I dunno, less than ten. It depends if the girl I'm with is possessive or not at the time. And as far as how many times in general, um, lemme see. I guess my first time was when I was thirteen. In a locker room after ice skating practice. I'm a Maine girl, kind of exotic for people down here," she added with a chuckle. Her light demeanour showed that Ace was not defensive about her sexuality.

"Wow, that early? You never regretted it. . . losing it then?"

Confusion passed over Ace's face at first. "Losing. . . oh, you don't understand. I've only ever had girls. I can appreciate watching a man taking a woman, but I've never felt anything for one. . .I guess that's what I always was drawn to. We're the more sophisticated half of the world." Ace began to lower the straps of her dress, and nodded expecting Esmy to do the same. Esmeralda realized while repeating Ace's motion that they were dressed to a similar degree, and this game would probably lead down to a pretty logical conclusion.

"What makes you seek this out, Esmy," she asked seductively.

"I. . . uh," her eyes locked onto the freckled cleavage being slowly unfurled. "I think that this is something I've never thought of until I saw someone doing it recently. Maybe it's been right in front of me and I could never process it." Esmy sighed at her awkward answer. It was clear this wasn't coming naturally.

"I see. Maybe now you'll see the advantage of a lady." The mounds of her breasts finally peeked out from the cover of her dress, nipples erect as sentries. Esmy matched her pace, and her own tan globes emerged. "We tend to be smaller, but we have the more refined shape." 

She slid the dress further down her arms beginning to expose her midriff. "What do you appreciate about the female form, Esmy?"

Esmy thought briefly, but began to key into the mood. "I think we have such a simple curve, yet there always seems to be something concealed." Now Esmy's bra was exposed. She reached her arms behind to unhook it. 

"Uh uh. Come here and let me do the honours," commanded Ace. Esmy drew closer and was soon enveloped in a warm embrace. Ace released the clasp and at once brought her face forward to enjoy the bounty of firm flesh in front of it.

"Mmmm," moaned the redhead. She tasted the ample breasts, savouring the flavour that drove her into a frenzy.

Esmy pulled back, not out of nervousness, but in order to maintain her hold on the situation. "Did you want more of that, or do you want to see the whole picture first?"

Ace's lips were curled in a grimace of feigned hurt. "I think this calls for a rules change." Ace reached behind her back and unhooked her own lacy under wire bra, and her freckled bosom sprung free, the erect nipples now naked to the world. Without pausing, she stood up and shimmied out of the dress, leaving her standing in her matching black panties. She nodded back towards Esmy, who took her dress off, albeit at a slower and more relaxed pace. 

"Good," Ace finally pronounced, not put off by Esmy's challenge to her control. "Now that we're on the same page, I'm ready when you're ready." Esmy watched as she placed her hands into the sides of her panties, and matched Ace's movements. Each inch downward of the fabric revealed the sloping curve of her smooth and silky womanhood. 

Esmy was mesmerized by the sight; and was surprised by how she was drawn to what had once seemed an afterthought. Ace's nether regions were clearly well kept; not a single hair peeking out to ruin Esmy's view of the shallow slit that signaled the entrance into her own small world.

She glanced down at her own body, as she already felt the changes down there. The moisture that had built out was now a tingle that would have been a roar if there was a sound to it. Esmy had clearly expected this situation as her own vulva was bare, moist and inside was throbbing in anticipation. Her white cotton panties were sliding silently down her clean legs. The big difference was that her tan complexion was a clear contrast to Ace's pale and lightly speckled skin. 

Her eyes darted back to the woman in front of her, and she saw that the black panties were already down past Ace's knees. They reached her ankles, and Ace kicked them away. "Quit playing around, and play with me," she cooed, and she sat back invitingly on the bed. 

Esmy needed no more delay, and dispensed of her own underwear. She stepped forward and climbed onto Ace whilst spreading her knees and exposing her womanhood. Ace took the bait, inserting a hand into Esmy's vagina, while seizing her wrist. Esmy stuck out two fingers as her own hand was brought into contact with the wet lady flesh. "I'm gonna make you wanna do this again every time you wake up and remember it," Ace whispered breathily. She began to circle her hand around slowly but with a pattern of increasing speed.

Esmy matched her rhythm. "I guess then you should get used to thinking of me every time you do this," she replied. The two girls made were in perfect synch as Ace finally stopped and paused. 

"What the he-?" Esmy began to protest, but suddenly Ace flipped her onto her back and deeper on the bed, her legs remaining open with Ace's hand working her vagina. 

"I think I'll go for the main course right now," she declared decisively. Ace lowered her nose below her belly button, as Esmy raised her head to get a view of the goings on. She felt the intake of air into Ace's nostrils. "It seems you're fully ripe, girl." Esmy grinned in ecstasy as she finally felt the sensation of Ace's taste buds on the most private part of her body.

Esmy threw her head back and enjoyed the sweet feelings emitted from her pussy, knowing with each lick that she was getting closer and closer to some sort of explosion. When it came it felt like the rest of her reality was trapped between her legs, and she pressed Ace's mouth further and further into herself in order to prolong it. Indeed, when it had subsided Esmy could not tell how much time had elapsed, and hadn't realized that she'd let out sounds of euphoria during the act. Only when her head was grounded and she listened to the sounds from beyond the walls did she ask herself, "my, my, do I sound like that"?

Ace had by then curled up next to her in an embrace. "So you got what you wanted?"

Esmy focused her doll-like eyes on Ace's china blues. "Everything I wanted, plus change."

"Good, because, you're about to give it back." And without ceremony she got up on her knees, laid Esmy in a more accessible position on the pillows, and lowered her own vulva to Esmy's mouth. "Now show me how much I've taught you tonight."

Esmy returned Ace's treatment as best she could. What she didn't know from experience she made up with enthusiasm, and she felt a sense of fulfillment when Ace collapsed sideways in joy. They embraced again, and made love like this until they were finally exhausted. 

Come dawn Esmy awoke and contemplated the slumbering girl entwined in her arms. It was true that the Marie Antoinette gave every girl as much time as she needed. Now she only had to find ways to get as much and as many times as she wanted.



Landing on the Right Key Ch. 04



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."

Esmy could only grin sheepishly at this account, so different from her own of the night. "Wow, er. What do you want me to say Dustin. I told you I was crashing a party."

"I think I could have used the info about it being a muff diving bar," he replied as the frustration finally exploded in his voice. 

"Hey, I resent that! I don't have any obligation to tell people who it is I want to sleep with. Least of all you and your buds."Esmy was getting tired of this argument, but she knew he had a point."Look, what is it you want?"

"I think that you, for lack of a better term, owe me."

"Okay, let's say I do. What do you want, money?"

He danced around on his feet. "I had something else in mind." He leaned over by her ear and whispered in it. She pulled away and raised her eyebrow.

"Even if I wanted, where the hell do you want to do that?"

The eyebrows on Dustin's face perked upward. "Did you figure I didn't think this out?" He gestured toward northbound on 2nd Avenue, and they walked until he eventually led them to cross Port Boulevard. He brought her down an alley and stopped before an emergency exit. 

"Why here?" asked Esmy. "You can't--" but her thought was cut off when Dustin easily opened the door. It must have been defective or not connected to the alarm. 

"This is Freedom Tower. We come here to chill sometimes when it's just too humid to skate around." The building was deserted at that time, and they took an elevator to the third floor, where Dustin took a right and finally brought them to a door to a deserted lounge. It was clean and lined with modern pastel coloured furniture, including comfortable looking couches. 

Esmy surveyed the room, scanning her eyes from side to side before settling back on Dustin's face. He stood there with a smug look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "Well why don't we get started?"

She swallowed nervously and began to undo the straps of her tank top reluctantly. 

"Wwww-wait. Wait just a second," Dustin protested. Esmy looked up and saw the frustrated look on his face. "You wanna tell me that's how you strip? I don't think that's how you did it with the little mermaid the other night."

"I'm sorry, I don't have exactly the most ambient setting," she sneered. "And your not sweeping anyone of their feet either."

Dustin sighed. Then he lifted the hem of his shirt and discarded it revealing a scrawny torso with a couple of bold tattoos, one of the ace of cloves above the left nipple, the other of a leprechaun facing out with a clenched fist extended and the other hand giving the finger. "Now what are youuu doing?" she asked.

He didn't say anything, just continued undoing his Bermuda shorts and revealing a pair of boxer briefs speckled with the Mercedes logo. He then reached out and smoothly drew her tank straps down past her breasts and over her waist."I--" she interrupted, but he just spun her around. 

He continued by stripping her skirt off. Esmy couldn't believe this was happening. She hadn't been able to stop and think about this. 

I didn't think I like boys, she thought. But how do I know for sure? Just because of one night of pure pleasure in the arms of a stranger and witnessing several acts by her cousin and others, she wasn't able to say for certain to herself that she was a lesbian. If anything the whole situation had tossed her into a vortex of confusion.

"If you have a problem with what I'm about to do, you better say so right now," declared Dustin as Esmy put her hands against the wall for balance.

"Maybe you should get on with it before I lose interest," she countered. 

Dustin loosed a roar of triumph, and tore her panties off from behind. She waited briefly and then finally felt a hand reaching under her butt and feeling her wetness. She turned her head to look back and Dustin's lips met hers. Esmy was pleased that he at least tasted clean, like he had been chewing gum before. She broke off the kiss and smiled to encourage him. He embraced her around her bosom and drew her against his body.

Esmy suddenly was lifted off her feet and felt Dustin lower the waist of his boxers and draw out his hard shaft.Now she decided to turn around. 

Dustin was rolling a condom on, and looked up with disappointment suddenly warping his expression. "Why'd you--?"

"What?"

"It's just I like to--"

Esmy rolled her eyes. "You like to do girls from behind or something? Well I wanna see what's going on." And with that she jumped and threw her arms around his neck. She pushed him down onto one of the couches and climbed on top. She spread her lips as she lowered herself onto his pulsing cock. "It's kind of unusual that I do this, you understand," she whispered as she lay her body down flush with his and they were face to face. "So I don't wanna miss a single detail. 

Dustin responded by pumping upward, while Esmy did her best to keep pace and thrust her own body. She was starting to enjoy the new sensation of being filled by his hard rod of flesh. They continued like this for two minutes, but then Dustin rose off the couch, supporting Esmy with his arms. 

"What are you doing?"

He flashed a steely look into her eyes. "Giving it to you the way you need it." He set her down on a table top and began thrusting as hard as he could, causing her to yelp in surprise.

Once he blew his load, she slowly inched away from under him. Unsatisfied, Esmy lashed out and grabbed the back of Dustin's head forcing his head down into her moist and inviting crotch. "You might've finished, but your work isn't." He obliged eagerly, licking feverishly at her bared wetness.

The two emerged a half hour later from their place of concealment. Esmy moved to hold his hand, and they exited the building. "We're even," he had said while they were getting dressed. But in her mind it wasn't a question of keeping score. Esmy didn't regret giving it up to this goofy friend of hers, but she new that this wasn't the start of anything. Dustin's redeeming qualities were his sense of humour and carefree spirit, but his effect on her was far from magnetic.

As he escorted her back to the bus stop, Esmy's cellphone rang, and she saw that it was Veronica. She picked up and placed it against her ear. A brief conversation followed. Something about meeting her in an hour at a place called Anne's.

Her attention wasn't so keen, as Esmy was feeling a bit introspective and couldn't seem to concentrate on Veronica's tone. Only after hanging up and watching Dustin skate off into the distance did she process the instructions given to her.

==Initiation==

The bus ride from MDC was long and particularly somber. The sky was partially overcast, suggesting that the summer was approaching its end. The faces on the street seemed to be of people out to run errands who were tired and weary. Esmeralda came to wonder if this was a sign that Miami had already lost its exotic mystery for her.

She reflected once again on her erotic discoveries and experimentations there: Her voyeuristic observance of Veronica and Flor fully engaged; interrupting Gwen and Vita in the gym shower; going to the underground club and making love for the first time with Aislin. Finally she reflected on what she had just done, giving in to Dustin's notion that she "owed" him. Esmy wondered if her response would have been different had Dustin simply asked nicely. But she knew it didn't work like that, and that she would've needed some way to rationalize it no matter what. 

Biscayne Park is a well-tended part of the Miami-Dade metro area located between Miami Shores and North Miami. Esmeralda had been there once to pick out a pastry selection for one of her aunt's patio parties, but hadn't had a chance to really tour around. As she alighted from the bus, Esmeralda took out the note she had where the address had been scribbled. She passed rows of winter bungalows and other residencies, until she got to a gate featuring an address guide that included the one she was looking for, with a security guard post. It was a private community, but Esmeralda noticed a sign on one side advertising "Anne's Lounge, Inside".

She approached the gate and went up to the speaker hole in order to address the guard inside. He was an older black guy with dark glasses and a uniform and fluorescent vest that seemed to swallow him.

"I'm supposed to --" she started, but he waved her off. 

"You're expected," came the voice through the speaker, and he bid her to enter. She walked past sleepy bungalows, most of them with one or two people if any shuffling around lazily in their living rooms or kitchens. This seemed like a fairly auspicious place for her to be summoned to.

Finally she arrived at a fairly large building with a large stoop, but her senses told her to circle around rather than waste her time navigating through the building. She was vindicated when she found beyond the ivy overgrowth a staircase leading downward.She took the dark descent and reached the bottom coming up against a heavy iron wrought door. It had no mechanism, but was a simple pull handle which she jerked on expecting it to need a hard effort. Instead it budged easily and she opened the door to see that a counterweight had been placed on the other side. 

Also there to greet her was a tall swarthy looking man, also probably Cuban. "I am Germán," he stated. "They're all waiting for you." He was wearing a full track suit with the sleeves rolled up. He beckoned her down one more staircase that led through an open door and into a room decorated with ambient light and filled with dining tables and booths along the walls. Seated at many of the tables were couples, all of them women. Esmy felt a special twinge below as she walked through the room, with Germán trailing her. "This is Anne's Lounge, a special club and dining location for patrons such as yourself. If I'm not mistaken. And there's a party waiting for you in one of the private rooms.¨

She was guided through a pair of double doors and everything was pitch black. Suddenly one spotlight turned on and Tía Gladís was illuminated. A second spotlight came on, and she could see the faces of Veronica and Flor. Soon the whole room was gradually illuminated by a dimming light with purple tint, and she could see the faces of Gwen, LeAnn, and numerous other ladies she'd met during the course of the summer. Huddled in a corner was Aislin, a grimace plastered on her face. Every single woman in the room was dressed in a racy yet elegant outfit.

Esmeralda's only reaction was a loud gasp. "Don't be afraid, mujercita. This was a long time coming." The voice was Gladís's. 

¨W-what's going on here?" she pleaded.

Veronica approached the center of the room. She wore a very odd outfit, a wine red strapless top that accentuated her breasts and extended to above her midriff, as well as a bikini bottom with a similarly coloured piece of fabric extending from her waist to the floor. It wasn't quite as gaudy as Princess Leiah's outfit from "Return of the Jedi". . . of course, in this setting it was no less eye-catching.

"So I'm sure you've seen a lot during your busy little summer," Veronica began. "Maybe you're wondering, I dunno, what the hell is going on? I guess maybe we should have put it out there for you at the beginning. Then again,"she chuckled while her eyes rose to the ceiling, "that would have been just as weird. Hello, welcome to Florida! By the way, all the women in your family have a real freaky streak."

Esmeralda just stared and blinked in stunned silence. She finally opened her mouth. "Is every one of you a-"

"If you want to call it that," replied Gladís. "My passion in life is the love of other women. Mine, my daughter's, and those of a lot of other girls in our family. Is that a lesbian? After all, I didn't find your cousin in a hand basket, your uncle Geraldo fathered her."

Esmeralda was suddenly struck by a frightening thought. "What do you mean by a lot of women in our family? Is there someone else I know who's like this?"

Gladís motioned to the door on the right side of the room. "Go ahead and open it." Esmeralda walked over and turned the nob. It gave easily and she suddenly was face to face with her mother. "Come in and close the door, cariño."

"But, but how?"

"Chiquita, I know this is shocking," protested her mom with a sympathetic brow curled above her eye. "I don't want you to think you don't have a choice."

Esmeralda was incredulous. "What do you mean I have a choice? Practically every woman in the family is here, plus more. It seems to me like I was born for this."

"I know, honey," her mom said. "But you've lived with us for years. You know me, your father, his family. I chose him. 




Landing on the Right Key Ch. 04



¨I had the other option. Before your father, I knew a girl named Diane here in Miami. I was only about nineteen, and she was 24. I was girl crazy, and plus Diane was an Anglo and a debutante, so we were able to go to all the snobby social events. None of those stuffy people knew the true nature of our relationship. During this time your dad started taking me out. I didn't take him seriously at the time, and of course I didn't think he should know about the other side of my life. But eventually Diane made the choice for me. I came over her place one day and she sat me down. She told me that she'd accepted a position overseas in Holland through a family connection. It was a decision she took without even asking me.She said that we could see each other on her visits back, and we both knew that there were other women in the 'scene' that I could have been with. I never took her up on another offer later to join her in Holland.

Her mom put a hand on Esmy's shoulder. "My life with Diane had a lot of passion, but eventually her ambition prevailed. Your dad had the commitment to stay, and never left. For me, that was more important. For Gladís, Veronica, other women in the family, maybe there wasn't a man like your dad there to offer an alternative."

"How did you find out about this lesbian. . . er. . . 'tradition'."

With a sigh, her mom rolled her eyes. "I think that it was a part of our family long before we arrived in Florida. I don't know why only the women seem to be like this--none of our male relatives seem to have any tendency like that. In Cuba, it became a danger in the 1960s to even appear to be like this. I didn't want to know too much about this side of the family back then. But I'm sure Gladís could tell you all the stories. But our mom had a similar conversation with us, and she claimed that hers did too."

An awkward silence ensued. Finally Esmy broke it. "So what do we do now?"

Her mom looked up, and gestured toward an open doorway leading to a stairwell, and her left hand pointed toward the one she had entered through. "Well I'm going home tomorrow, and you're welcome to join me. That's an exit over there. Or," she looked at the door back to the assembly of women. "You can choose to stay here in Miami. I know about what happened with you and that. . . other young lady in there. If that's the way your mind works it won't matter whether you're in Buffalo or Miami, but I won't abandon you." She folded her arms across her chest."I'll be upstairs in a rented Chevy Volt. I'm waiting five minutes." With that she ascended the stairs and left Esmeralda to her thoughts.

===Closure===

It would have made sense if those five minutes would have dragged on for Esmeralda as she pondered her choice of fate, but she actually waited only two. For her there was no question where her passion lay; she had thought it over during that bus ride after her encounter with Dustin. The night at the Marie Antoinette, her voyeuristic viewings of Veronica's goings on, and barging in on Gwen in the shower with Vita had all given her an incomparable rush. 

Esmeralda opened the door back into Anne's Lounge, and knew she wasn't doing it because of any family pressure. She found the room illuminated and the ladies inside seated in a different arrangement, and there were more of them some of whom she didn't recognize or hadn't been introduced to. Most were sitting in concentric circles in rising rows, while in the middle of the room, on a circular mattress, sat three women: Gwen, Vita, and Aislin. 

"It's such a pleasure to see you made the choice that's true to yourself," declared Veronica. She was seated in the second circle, slightly to Esmeralda's right, and her arms were wrapped around Flor, caressing her sensually. It was at this point that she noticed that a lot of the ladies were in various stages of disrobing. "Now it's time for us to formally introduce you into the life." Gwen and Vita rose from the mattress and approached her. They took hold of the hem of her blouse, and she raised her arms above her head. She watched as Aislin undid the strap about her neck and stripped her dress off slowly.

Gwen was already stark naked and Esmy took a second to pore over her dark and smooth shoulders, down over her pendulous bosom, and finally to her fit abdomen and the cleft of her womanhood. Vita was still in her panties and provided an interesting contrast with her bronze coloured skin and softer contours. Vita's eyes were eagerly drinking in each new patch of skin on Esmy's body.

"You remember my little invitation earlier?" Esmy's memory conjured up that afternoon at Incline-Nation's showers.Vita had wanted her to join in her and Gwen's love session there. "Well it's still open." Vita's slender fingers crept under the waistband of Esmeralda's pink lace and gently tugged her panties towards the floor. She then clasped her hand in Esmy's and guided her toward the mattress to a seated position. Suddenly a pair of lips descended upon her neck, and two pale arms embraced her under the armpits. It was Aislin, and Esmeralda turned her head so she could meet her kiss. Meanwhile, she felt Vita pry her legs open, and out of the corner of her eye saw her fall into a crouch. 

"You knew about all of this?" she asked of Aislin, who raised both of her reddish eyebrows.

"Not in the least. This is all just a little bonus." She smiled in joy. "I guess the breaking it to the folks part won't be so hard."

The exchange would have gone on, if not for Vita forcefully prying Esmeralda's legs apart and bringing her face close to her excited sex. Esmeralda could feel a flexing sensation down there, and she new that her clitoris was just itching to be satisfied. Vita finally brought her nose close to the tense wetness and inhaled. "Mmmm. You're not even trying to hide it," she teased, before sticking her tongue out and lapping the length of Esmeralda's vulva.

Vita's act of pleasure only served to excite Esmeralda and Aislin more, and they passionately began to neck while Gwen and Vita busied themselves with Esmy's love canal. After several minutes, she began to convulse in ecstasy, and had her first orgasm of the night. 

"Wait, wait," shouted Veronica from her seat above. "The rule is that you have to switch." Esmeralda calmly regained her composure as Gwen stood up and pushed her onto her back. She looked up as Gwen mounted the bed, stood on her knees, and inched her spare frame slowly upwards. She focused her gaze on the burgundy skirt that covered Gwen's dark flesh. She then watched in rapt attention as Gwen reached under the hem and began peeling off her own underwear.It was black and silky, and Gwen took it in her hands and held it up to Esmeralda's face. Esmy inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the coming flavour.

Gwen grinned devilishly as she lifted her skirt and leaned her pelvis into Esmy's face. The texture of Gwen's skin down there was a little less smooth than Aislin's had been, but the taste was definitely also different. The description was not simple, and the only adjective she could find was that it was volatile.

The taste was accentuated by the sound, as Gwen became increasingly aroused and vocal about it. The "Mmmms" and "Yes"es were at a whisper at first, but gradually fluctuated in volume and tone. Once Esmy raised her head to take a glance toward Gwen, only to have a forceful hand drag it back into place.

After more than ten minutes Gwen was positively quaking. To their side, Vita was gently straddling Aislin and kissing her tenderly. Below the waist they were both rubbing against each other vigourously.

Gwen finally came in a series of long and unrestrained screams and shouts, the cream of her love flowing steadily all over Esmy's face and chest. She finally retreated to the floor and engaged Esmy in a kiss, tasting herself in ample portions. Esmy surveyed the room now with her field of vision cleared, and saw couples engaged in all stages of love making. 

"Is it usually this much of a spectacle when someone new comes along?" asked Esmy breathlessly when Gwen broke the kiss.

"Only if they're worth looking at, like you."

===Conclusion===

The summer furlough was over, and Esmeralda had returned to Buffalo. But she had returned only to bring more stuff. In August she had registered for one more semester at MDC, with the goal of transferring over the winter to the U of Miami or Florida Atlantic. 

The hot and humid weather had given way to the temperate air of the fall, and Esmeralda adjusted to the fact that the excitement that had been endemic to her first few months in South Florida would give way to some form of normalcy. By November, Gladís had given her blessing to Aislin moving in as Esmeralda's live-in roommate. 

In October, Esmy walked through the Bayside Marketplace in Downtown Miami. As she passed a man on a ladder she caught sight of the guy passing him sign elements. "Derek?"

"Holy shit," exclaimed the squat fresh-faced kid. "Oh, it's just you," he released a sigh of relief. 

"Just me. Who were you expecting, a police sergeant?" 

Another familiar voice shouted down below. "Well a carpet inspector's not far off. Remember, the department of liquor trumps all." 

Esmy wrinkled her brow in amusement. "Dustin?" She looked up as the scrawny youth climbed down from the ladder. 

"We couldn't just keep skateboarding on the boardwalks.I finally squeezed these jobs out of my cousin."

"Well I guess that's a step up," replied Esmy.

She observed while they continued hanging up the sign. Dustin was also, at least at that time, looking to stay in Miami. He didn't have even this to do back in Dorchester, the neighbourhood in Boston that he called his permanent home.

Later, while they met up at a frozen yogurt place there, he took her aside. "Hey remember that time over at MDC? Whaddaya think about-"

She raised a hand in protest. "It's not gonna happen, Dustin. I don't even know why I went along with that. Maybe it was confusion. I'm not trying to stay confused. I pretty much have made my peace with it."

As life settled into routine for her, Esmy reflected that each of the events that had happened seem to employ one third fate, and the rest her own choice. Would the next girl see it that way?