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