Christmas Light and Snow

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Kaja Heissman softly ran her fingertips through Esme neige's long whitish blonde hair as Esme rested her head on Kaja's belly. The early afternoon sun poured through the bedroom window of their third floor apartment, giving a golden glow to their normally very pale bodies.

While Kaja lazily played with Esme's waist length blonde hair, Esme softly drew patterns on Kaja's slightly concave belly. She allowed her fingers to slowly drift toward the light blonde triangle of curls that capped Kaja's plump pubic mound. She rolled slightly and gave Kaja's Bely a soft kiss.

"Hey Ess. You ever think maybe having a couple of guys..." Kaja softly asked, shivering as Esme's light pink fingernails raked over her blonde thicket.

"God yes! You kidding?" Esme agreed. "Jesus! Fucking me until I can't walk. Sucking their big fat cocks until they're shooting that hot spunk down my throat and, oh God! Up my butt; God! I mean..."

"A simple 'Yes' would have been enough," Kaja huffed, giving Esme's left ear a forceful tug.

"Ow! Why?" Esme asked, rolling onto her back, head still resting on Kaja.

"Spring Break is..." Kaja said.

"Oh. My. God! God, Kaja, We aren't even through Christmas and you're already..." Esme shrilled, sitting up.

"Uh huh. And if we wait until the last minute," Kaja protested.

"You know, they make medication for that OCD stuff of yours," Esme suggested, twisting to face Kaja.

"If we wait until the last minute like we did last year..." Kaja continued.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with Colorado," Esme defended.

"Nothing wrong? Ess! All we did was go from pot shop to strip club to pot shop to strip club," Kaja complained. "And Craig digs in his nose, for God's sake."

"Well, yeah," Esme conceded. "And Stuart..."

"Who would ever believe that he's so small?" Kaja asked, holding thumb and forefinger a fraction of an inch apart.

"I know, right?" Esme squealed, laughing. "I saw it and I was like..."

"So, you've got a passport, right?" Kaja interrupted Esme's declarations about the shortcomings of Stuart Horowitz.

"Yeah," Esme said, moving to get out of bed. "Let me find..."

"And, it's up to date?" Kaja said, holding the impetuous Esme in place by a hank of her hair.

"Ow! Yeah, just got it what? A year ago?" Esme said, pulling Kaja's hand from her hair.

"Budget?" Kaja asked.

"Bud... I don't know. What? Anything under a hundred, I guess," Esme shrugged, twisting to again put her head on Kaja's belly.

Kaja again began to lovingly stroke Esme's hair. Her hand casually dropped to Esme's left breast. Gently she pinched Esme's light pink nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"A hundred? Ess, there's nowhere, really? I can't think of any place that would cost a hundred," Kaja said, cupping Esme's C cup breast.

"Fine, fine, fifty," Esme shivered as Kaja's fingernails lightly raked at her flesh. "What time is it?"

"It's, shit. It's three thirty," Kaja groaned, looking at the digital clock on the glass and chrome nightstand.

"Shit," Esme agreed. "Go ahead and take your shower; I still got to wrap some presents."

"Uh huh. And Miss OCD? Has all of herb's already wrapped and in the car," Kaja crowed.

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In the shower, Kaja thought back to the first time she met Esme Anne Neige. All around Fletcher County, they'd broadcast 'Go laking at Lake King' ads on television, radio, and in the Fletcher Gazette weekly newspaper. What the television and radio ads did not mention was, there was a fifteen dollar fee to park your car on the one hundred acre state park. Walking around the park, swimming in the lake, using the park's public facilities and permanent charcoal grills and picnic tables was free though.

Kaja parked her mother's Ford Focus station wagon in the rear parking lot of the Newhart's Restaurant, grabbed her canvas bag and double checked that the automobile was locked. Then, with a sigh of resignation, she got out and tried all the door handles to make sure that the car was secure. Then she steeled herself for a two mile walk from park entrance to the lake itself.

"Oh no!" a beautiful blonde said, getting out of her own car. "You locked yourself out?"

"Huh? Oh, oh no, no, no. I'm just making sure it's locked," Kaja said, giving the concerned girl a reassuring smile.

"Oh. Okay," the blonde said, turning to head into the Newhart's. "Getting a cinnamon bun; God! I love their cinnamon buns. Lucia says hers are better but..."

"Yeah, I like them too," Kaja agreed, but began to walk in the opposite direction.

"Door's over here," the girl said, even pointing to the door.

"Uh huh. And, park's over here," Kaja agreed, pointing.

"Oh! Soon as I get my bun and some coffee? I'm going that way. Come on," the blonde invited. "My treat."

In line behind a harried looking woman and her three ill-behaved children, Kaja Anne Heissman learned that her new friend's name was Esme; she spelled out how one spelled ES may. She was a recent graduate of Fellowship Christian School as was preparing to start summer classes at Holmes & Chandler University. Finally at the counter, she ordered a cinnamon bun, a large coffee with three cream and three sugar and a large orange juice. She then told Kaja to order what she wanted.

Kaja ordered an egg, sausage and cheese biscuit and a medium coffee. She asked the girl to add jalapenos to the biscuit.

At the table, Kaja admitted to being a recent graduate of William King High School. She lightly slapped Esme's arm when the girl playfully sneered in contempt. She'd enrolled for the fall semester at Central Maine Lutheran College and was completely freaked out about how she was going to pay for it.

"My dad? Supposedly my mom's parents started a college fund for me when I was a baby. Somehow my dad found out about it and drained it," Kaja said, smearing the honey and butter all over her biscuit.

After their breakfast, they climbed into Esme's BMW coupe. Kaja kept an eye on the pathway from Newhart's to the lake's edge; she would have been exhausted by the time she'd arrived at the recreational area. And, she wasn't sure how safe a solitary female walking along the twisting and turning footpath would have been.

Parking the car, Esme grabbed her canvas bag from the rear seat and climbed out. Her first act was to shrug out of her cute mesh cover-up, baring her Barragona tiger stripe swimsuit. Kaja pulled off her William King Physical Education tee shirt, baring her red bikini.

"Listen, can you get my back?" Esme asked, handing Kaja a large tube of Elegantre Organic sunscreen. "I already got my arms and legs but never can reach my back."

Kaja applied a generous coat to Esme's back, slowly, methodically running her hands over Esme's slim, pale back.

"Thanks!" Esme smiled brightly, flipping her waist length pony tail back. "Want me to get you?"

"I uh, yeah, yeah," Kaja agreed, rooting around in her bag as if she was looking for the non-existent sunscreen lotion.

"Here," Esme said, retrieving her tube from her own bag.

Esme was quick but thorough, even managing to get Kaja's face and ears. Kaja thanked her new friend; she did tend to burn fairly easy.

"Then, hand in hand, they strolled the lake's shore. Kaja was amazed at herself; she'd never held a girl's hand in such a comfortable, easy manner. She certainly had never held another girl's hand out in a public setting, where anyone could see them. But Esme had a casual, easy manner about her.

"It's a bit small, eh?" Esme asked as Kaja once again attempted to adjust her bikini top.

"Yeah. I'm a twenty eight B," Kaja admitted. "This, I guess this was a twenty six or something. It seems to have shrunk a bit since last year, you know?"

"Me too!" Esme said, even thrusting her chest out. "Just take it off."

"Yeah, sure. Just walk around flashing my boobs at everyone?" Kaja smirked.

"Here; just put this on over yourself," Esme said, digging her black mesh cover-up from her canvas bag.

Thinking about it for a millisecond, Kaja grabbed the offered garment and wiggled into it. Then, reaching underneath the garment, she unhooked her bikini top and sighed with relief.

"Dare you to take it off," Esme teased as they resumed their walk.

"I, hmm, Kaja looked around, then wiggled the bikini top down and off. "You know where this trail goes?"

"Yep. Let's out right by the beaver dam," Esme said, dropping Kaja's bright red bikini top into her canvas bag.

Three teenaged boys approached, jogging along the trail. Esme looped her arm around Kaja's small waist to minimize their stance on the trail. Kaja fought the urge to put her forearm over her breasts; she was sure the boys could see her light pink areolae and hard nipples through the mesh material of the top.

When the boys passed, Esme did not remove her arm so Kaja looped her arm around Esme's narrow waist as well. They continued their leisurely stroll along the shaded path.

"What size waist are you?" Kaja asked, softly rubbing Esme's smooth skin with her small hand.

"Twenty. Hips are twenty five," Esme said. "My mother's always like 'you need to eat' and I'm like 'What? I eat like a horse!'"

"Yeah, me too," Kaja agreed as they came out of the wooded trail into a clearing that showed the beaver dam. The two girls stood, arms around each other and watched as the industrious animals worked.

Turning to head back, Esme suddenly pulled Kaja from the trail. Before Kaja could ask anything, Esme dropped her bikini bottom and leaned back against a tree. She let loose with a strong stream of urine, right in front of her new friend.

"I, I got a bit of an exhibitionists streak in me," Esme giggled, not moving to put her bikini bottom on once she was finished.

"I uh," Kaja said, unable to tear her eyes from Esme's whitish blonde thicket of curls or her light pink labia.

"I like you," Esme declared, walking to where Kaja stood.

"I like oomph!" Kaja said, then grunted as Esme kissed her, directly onto her lips.

Esme wiggled into her bikini bottom again and once more, they resumed their stroll. Kaja pointed toward one of the park's numerous cinderblock restrooms a few hundred yards further on the path. Esme shrugged, impish grin on her pretty face.

"Not as much fun," she admitted then looked around. "Like I said; I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

When lunchtime rolled around, Esme di go into a park's restroom to wash her hands. Kaja used the facilities; she was not about to urinate in public. Then, over Kaja's protests, Esme dragged Kaja to one of the concession stands.

"Hey there Tony," Esme said cheerfully.

"No. No. No. Go away. Nothing for you," the young man smirked. "You go away."

"Oh, but it's not for me," Esme lied, smiling widely. "It's for my friend Kaja. She wants one of those terrible cheeseburgers, mm, some French fries, extra crispy and a small chocolate malt. Kaja, tell Tony what else you want, hear?"

"Oh. I want the same thing," Kaja said.

"So, double Kaja's order, okay?" Esme smiled, sliding some cash across the counter.

"I still don't like you and Mattie? He don't like you neither," Tony said, smiling when Esme refused the change.

"Why doesn't he like you?" Kaja asked as they carried their meal to one of the many picnic tables scattered around the area.

"I beat him out for Valedictorian," Esme smiled. "And his brother Mattie don't like me because he broke up with me to go out with Sandy and I didn't cry all about it."

That simple, sunny morning and afternoon spent together started a wonderful friendship. Behind the Newhart's, before Kaja got out of Esme's car, Esme gave Kaja a lingering kiss on the lips. They exchanged phone numbers and immediately began sending each other funny text messages and silly pictures and emoji's. Kaja shrugged when Esme asked for her address, then squealed in delight when she received a bouquet of roses in an obviously expensive vase thirty minutes after sending her address to her new friend.

"It's pronounced 'Vahze' not vayse," Esme teased.

"Oh. Whatever. Thank you; they're beautiful," Kaja enthused.

Four days later, she received a packet from Holmes & Chandler University, welcoming her to the fall semester. Kaja read and reread the letter, confused. She knew she'd not applied to the school; a single semester at the prestigious university cost what Central Maine Lutheran would charge for two years.

"Ess!" Kaja shrilled, making the connection.

"Oh goody! You got it," Esme laughed, unperturbed by Kaja's angry outburst.

"Ess, I, you can't just go around... I can't afford this," Kaja complained. "I, I barely had enough for one semester at Central, damn it!"

"Yeah? Well, now you got enough for a semester at Holmes and Chandler," Esme said. "Hey, want to go to that Full Moon Diner for lunch?"

"Ess, right now? I just want to kill you," Kaja declared.

"So is that a yes or no on lunch?" Esme asked.

"Yes, you bitch," Kaja huffed.

As first year students, they were expected to live on campus; never mind that both Kaja and Esme were residents of Fletcher County, Esme in Fletcher and Kaja in Iona, Maine. Much to their dismay, Esme and Kaja were not assigned to the same dorm room; they were not even on the same floor.

Dorm life was a true eye-opener for Kaja. Very quickly, she learned to differentiate between old money and new money. In general, new money bragged about having money and displayed their wealth. Old money did not discuss money. New money was stingy with their money and expected everyone to cater to them because they had money. Old money was incredibly generous and was also very considerate of others and their feelings. She learned that Esme was in the 'Old Money' group.

Their second year, they were allowed to live off-campus. Kaja assumed Esme would simply live in her parents' Fletcher mansion. After all, there were twelve bedrooms, ten full baths and four half-baths, an indoor swimming pool, a sauna, a gym, a media center and other rooms Kaja had never seen despite being a frequent guest at the Neige home. Plus that, there were four servants to tend to the needs and whims of Aloys, Marta, and their only child, Esme.

Instead, Esme had bought an apartment complex in anticipation of the day they could live off-campus. She hired an interior decorator and a general contractor to perform any upgrades or modifications the interior decorator required.

Once the remodeling was completed, Esme moved herself and Kaja into the small, cozy one bedroom apartment. By now, the two friends had crossed the line from close friends to lovers. The first night Kaja had been an overnight guest at the Fletcher mansion, Esme had turned off the lights in her large bedroom, then rolled over to embrace Kaja. Kaja was used to this; from their first meeting, Esme had hugged, had kissed Kaja. This hug went on for quite a few moments. The kiss was gentle, loving.

As the kiss lingered, Kaja felt Esme gently working the hem of her sleep shirt up. Baring Kaja's back, Esme gently raked her fingernails over Kaja's exposed flesh.

"I love you," Esme whispered.

"I oomph!" Kaja began then grunted as Esme worked her soft tongue into Kaja's mouth.

"I love you," Esme repeated.

"I, I love you too," Kaja admitted, then broke down in tears.

Neither girl was a virgin, but this was the first time either girl had been with another girl. After Kaja's tears were dried, the two girls removed their clothes. They bumped heads as they both bent their heads to suckle on the other's breast. They giggled happily and did 'Evens & Odds' to see who could go first. They giggled again when Kaja whooped at being victorious. They kissed again and again, Kaja felt her heart overflow with love for Esme Anne Neige

Finding Esme's hard nipple in the dark was easy. Kaja bent and captured the hard nub between her lips and softly sucked while flicking her tongue back and forth over the rubbery flesh. She could taste Esme's lotion and soap and sweat. She lightly nipped at Esme's nipple and Esme let out a little squeak.

Wiggling to lie on top of Esme so she could get to Esme's other breast, Kaja brought her thatch of blonde curls to rest against Esme's thatch of blonde curls. Instinctually, she ground her crotch against Esme's crotch, causing both girls to moan in pleasure.

Kaja again sucked on Esme's nipple. Again, she marveled at the taste and texture of her friend's flesh as she pleasured Esme's nipple.

"Oh Kaja," Esme whispered, fingers combing through Kaja's long blonde locks.

"I, I love you so much Ess," Kaja blurted out.

This declaration caused Esme to wrap her arms around Kaja's waist. The two girls rolled around on the bed, hugging one another tightly.

Somehow, they wiggled around and Kaja found her face between Esme's thighs. She could smell her friend's musky crotch; it was a strong, heady aroma, an intoxicating scent wafting up to her nostrils.

"Ack!" she cried out loud as she felt Esme's soft tongue trail along her own wet folds.

She spread her legs wide for Esme's mouth then pressed her face firmly against Esme's blonde thicket. Using her thumbs, she opened Esme's crotch for her tongue. The taste was a salty taste, a heady taste. Kaja used long swipes of her tongue to gather as much of Esme's essences as she could. Then, working two fingers into her friend's sex, Kaja found Esme's clitoris and sucked hard on the nub while massaging Esme's g-spot.

Esme was a squirted. She thoroughly drenched Kaja's face and even managed to wet Kaja's hair.

"Damn it, Ess!" Kaja hissed; she'd been milliseconds away from her own orgasm.

Scurrying from Esme's bed, Kaja wet a thick washcloth in the bathroom sink. She then returned to the bedroom and sponged Esme's face until Esme let out a soft moan.

"What? What happened?" Esme weakly asked.

"You passed out," Kaja giggled, softly kissing Esme.

"You, that, that's it. You are my soulmate," Esme declared, kissing Kaja with a breathtaking passion.

"And you are mine," Kaja agreed, returning Esme's kiss.

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"Good God; going hog all the hot water?" Esme teased, opening the door to the shower.

"The tank-less water heater made Esme's statement a falsehood. Kaja rinsed the shampoo from her hair, playfully swatted Esme with her washcloth, then kissed her lover on the lips. She allowed herself to be ''forced' against the smooth faux marble wall of the shower and they kissed again.

"It's getting late," Kaja reluctantly reminded Esme.

"Shit; of all the people in the world, why'd I fall in love with Miss OCD?" Esme complained.

"I don't know," Kaja laughed, grabbing the handle of the shower door. "But I'm glad you did."

"Me too," Esme agreed, fully wetting her hair.

Kaja was overly-cautious as she drove to her parents' home. Apparently, she was too cautious for the kid behind her; he attempted to speed past her. Kaja slowed to allow the maneuver and shook her head as he had to over-correct when he drove up onto the snow drift on the shoulder of the road.

It took three trips to bring the Christmas gifts into the house; she'd bought two presents apiece for her twin brother and sister and two apiece for her parents. And Esme had bought one present each for the four Heissman family members. Sitting down for a family dinner, leftovers from the Heissman lunch, Kaja's sixteen year old sister Lina filled Kaja's ear with the gifts she'd received thus far. Felix, her brother was only interested in hearing about Esme; Kaja smirked at this.