I Want You Back, Part 4

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I WANT YOU BACK

4.	Back, back, back; all the way back.

   The next morning Susan woke up early.  She rolled over.  Bob was sleeping
soundly.  She glanced at her night stand.  An open pack of Benson & Hedges
and her gold monogrammed lighter were there beside a large ashtray full of
cigarette butts.  She smiled and giggled happily.  It was just like the good
old days!  Susan Johnson was a smoker again.  It felt great to be alive!

   She was gratified by how things had turned out last night.  Her six months
of agony were over at last.  The compulsion she'd once felt to quit had now
completely evaporated.  Bob was happy again, and so was she.  The once
familiar longing to begin the day with a cigarette was now bubbling up inside
her.  She hated to rouse Bob so early, but he probably wouldn't mind
awakening to see her smoking beside him in bed.  Mind?  Hell, he'd be
delighted!

   She reached out and shook the half-empty gold pack.  A long, white B&H
stuck out.  Her long fingers removed it, and she put the cigarette in her
lips.  Back before she quit, she always lit up first thing in the morning,
even before getting out of bed.  It was a pleasant concession to her beloved
pack and a half a day habit.  That first cigarette of the day was always a
special treat!

   She clicked her lighter and touched the flame to the tip of the dangling
B&H.  The tobacco crackled, and her cheeks collapsed.  She puffed lightly,
and then more vigorously, dispatching a first deposit of smoke down into her
eager lungs.  She smiled.  God, it felt good!  It was the best feeling in the
whole fuckin' world!

   Bob stirred, roused by the smell of smoke and by his wife's movements.
Opening his eyes, he smiled.  "Well, good morning," he muttered drowsily.  He
took a deep breath, enjoying the ambient smoke from her cigarette.  "I see
you couldn't wait to light up again, Susan."

   "Yeah, that's right," she blissfully replied.  "I wanted to get an early
start today.  You see, I've got six months of not smoking to make up for!"
After another lengthy drag she eagerly sucked more smoke deep inside her
famished body.  "And you know me, Bob.  Either I'm a smoker, or I'm not.
With me, there's no middle ground."

   "And I'm glad," he replied, as he watched her exhale.  He reached out and
wiggled his fingers, silently asking for a drag.  She gave him the cigarette,
and he took it, putting in his mouth and sucking hard.  "Oh God, that's
good," he moaned after inhaling, reluctantly giving the B&H back to his
bride.

   "It's _so_ good, Bob," she blissfully agreed.  "Don't ever let me quit
again, okay?  Even if bad things might happen in the far future because we
smoke, they pale in comparison to the pleasure we get along the way."  She
puffed again.  "I'm so glad to be smoking once more."

   He sat up and stroked Susan's hair.  "You're so sexy, babe," he sighed
contentedly.  "I mean, you're always sexy.  But when you have a cigarette in
your hand, like right now, God, it's almost more than I can stand!"  He
leaned in and kissed her.  The strong smell of tobacco smoke on her breath
exhilarated him.  He kissed her again, harder and more passionately the
second time.

   Susan giggled uncontrollably.  "Am I getting you excited?  God, if I
didn't know better, I'd say that you want to fuck me again right now!"

   It was true.  His cock was already standing at attention in his boxers.
He began fondling her breasts.  "God, I do want you, baby," he groaned as he
nuzzled his face against her breasts.

   "That sounds nice.  But do you also want me to keep smoking, Bob?"  She
giggled.  She knew what his answer would be.

   "Oh, God, yes," he gasped, burying his face in her breasts and kissing
them without restraint.  "I want to fuck your brains out while you smoke!"

   She laughed, deliriously happy to hear him say the magic words.  "Well,
now, that can certainly be arranged."  She took an extended drag and, after
sucking the smoke inside her chest, blew a thick stream downward, where the
exhaled smoke encircled his head.

   In a moment both of them were naked again, this time with Susan on top,
riding him while sitting up with a freshly lit cigarette securely perched
between her lips.  "Oh yeah, that's it, baby," she moaned passionately.
Smoke surged in and out of her mouth from the B&H while she talked dirty to
him.  "Fuck me; fuck me harder, you bastard!  Come on!  You can do better
than that.  I want to feel your cock deeper inside me.  Yeah, that's it!
Fuck!"

   Bob loved hearing her talk that way.  He was still a bit sore from his
previous night's escapades, but he eagerly complied anyway, thrusting deeper
and harder inside.  She moaned, feeling waves of pleasure and watching the
all-white cigarette dangling from her lips as she puffed on it over and over.
God, it was good to be back!

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   Later that morning at work, Bob went outside for a mid-morning smoke
break.  The usual suspects had already gathered, including Mitch, Peggy,
Melinda and Brandy.

   "Well, I have good news," Bob announced.  "Susan started smoking again
last night!"

   "No shit?"  Peggy grinned like a Cheshire cat.  "My God, Bob, you must be
thrilled!"  She lit a second Marlboro Light 100 to celebrate.  "I'm not
surprised.  I figured Susan would come back eventually."  She giggled as
smoke spurted from her mouth.  "Congratulations!"

   "Thanks," Bob smiled.  "I feel really good about it, too.  No more living
with the constant bitching of a non-smoking wife.  That's over, forever.
Susan promised me she'd never quit again, which is good news indeed."  He
raised his B&H to his mouth to take a hit.

   "I've been thinking about it since we talked yesterday," Melinda admitted,
holding a Virginia Slim Light 100 in her hand.  "I have to admit that you
guys were right.  Even though it's not good for us, I'd be pissed if my
husband Brian quit.  I know I can't, and probably never will.  So I wouldn't
want him complaining about my smoking as an ex-smoker."  She smiled as drew
long and hard on her Slim.  "So, the upshot is, I agree, Bob.  It's a good
thing for you guys that Susan came back.  Congratulations."

   Mitch joined in, slapping Bob on the back.  "Melinda's right.  Good work,
buddy," he laughed.  "This is great news!"

   Only Brandy seemed a bit preoccupied.  "Well, I guess that's great," she
said in a low voice.  "Congratulations, Bob."

   He smiled at the lovely brunette.  "Thanks, Brandy," he replied, ignoring
the less than enthusiastic response.  He took another long hit on his B&H.
"I appreciate all your support, guys, especially the ideas, Brandy, that you
shared last night.  It really meant a lot to me."

   Peggy gave him a playful hug.  "Bob, you know I'd do anything to help.
Susan's a dear friend.  I look forward to getting together with her again now
that she's back as a smoker.  Susan shunned me for the last six months, I
suppose because she didn't want to hang out with nicotine addicts like me.
In the old days, when we got together, we always smoked.  And now we can
again.  I'm looking forward to having the old Susan, my friend, back."

   "I'm sure Susan's looking forward to it, too," he admitted.

   "So," Brandy cut in.  There was obvious sarcasm in her voice.  "Do you and
your lovely wife have big plans to celebrate tonight?  I mean, this is a
momentous occasion, isn't it?"

   Bob looked right at her.  He knew what Brandy was asking.  "Actually, no,"
he admitted.  "I have a sales meeting tonight with prospective clients.
Mitch and I are taking them to dinner."

   "A late dinner or an early dinner?" Brandy asked casually.

   Bob squirmed.  She was verging on being too obvious.  It was awkward.
"Early and late," he said sternly.  "We meet at six for drinks, and dinner
isn't till seven.  Mitch and I will be out until at least eleven with these
guys."

   Peggy interrupted.  "And tell us, why are you so damn interested in their
schedule, Brandy?"  For the first time, she sounded overtly suspicious.

   "Oh, no reason," she smiled, crushing her Marlboro 100 in the ashtray.  "I
just wondered if Bob and Susan were doing anything special.  It's a unique
occasion, you know.  She's back."

   When he returned to his desk, Bob's phone rang.  The caller ID showed him
it was someone in the Information Services department.  He picked up the
phone.  "This is Bob Johnson," he said in his most businesslike, professional
voice.

   "Hi, Bob, it's me, Brandy."  Her voice was sweet.  "I'm so pleased for
you.  I didn't mean to sound like a bitch out there.  I'm glad Susan's
smoking again.  But I hope this won't mean the end of our relationship.
There's no reason this should change anything, you know."

   He feared this reaction.  "Look, Brandy, you and I had a great time last
night.  But now I've got Susan back.  It's better if you and I don't see each
other again."

   "Bob, I can't accept that.  I told you I don't mind being the other woman.
I'm perfectly comfortable with it.  I don't intend to let you out of my life.
The sex last night was too good!"

   "Brandy, I don't know what to say.  It was good, but I'm not interested in
seeing you again.  Not now."

   "Let me put it this way, Bob," she went on, in a tone both cold and
calculating.  "If you won't keep seeing me, I'll have to call Susan and tell
what her happened between us."

   "God, no!  Brandy, you wouldn't!"

   "Oh yes, I sure as hell would," she said with evil delight.  "Whenever I
want something, Bob, I _always_ get it.  If I can't get it easily, then I do
anything - and I mean _anything_ - to make sure I get what I want.  I want
you to keep fucking me.  It's that simple.  It'd be a shame to have to call
Susan and tell her about our sexual rendezvous.  I don't want to.  I'd rather
keep seeing you without any coercion.  Do we understand each other?"

   He gulped.  "Yes, I understand."  Inside, he was furious.  But as he
thought about her threat, he realized maybe it wasn't so bad.  After all, it
_was_ great sex.  Brandy was a fabulous smoker.  As long as Susan never found
out, he could manage it.

   "Okay, you win," he finally answered.  "It's just sex.  We'll get together
a couple times a week and fuck.  That's it.  I do like fucking you, Brandy.
You know that."

   "Of course you do," she laughed jubilantly.  "Every lover I've had says
the same thing.  I'm hot, Bob, and I know it.  I give you exactly what you
want - a woman who smokes all the time and loves fucking your brains out!
Good.  I'm glad we understand each other."

   "Well, it sounds like I've got myself a mistress," he concluded with an
ironic laugh.  "And I _am_ flattered, Brandy.  Fucking you is great.  As long
as you don't mind that I love Susan and I'm also fucking her, and loving
every minute of it, I can live with this arrangement."

   She purred with approval.  "That's fabulous, Bob.  Good decision!  You
won't regret it, either.  I'll make you very happy being your occasional
mistress.  And I don't give a shit that you dearly love Susan, or that you
two fuck each other every night.  I just want a little of that action for
myself.  Get it?"

   "I got it.  But remember, Brandy, my infidelity to Susan isn't completely
voluntary."

   "Oh, bullshit!  You love fucking me, and you know it.  I'm just making it
easy for you.  Your half-hearted rejection of my offer was just that:
half-hearted!  You love it, and you know it."

   He sighed.  "I suppose you're right.  Look, I gotta go.  I've got work to
do."

   "Yeah, me, too," said Brandy.  She returned to a more professional tone.
"Mr. Johnson, it's a pleasure doing business with you.  I look forward to
more opportunities to work together."

   "Yeah, me too," he said with some resignation.  But inside, he had to
admit he now had a perfect situation; two women who wanted him, both of whom
were incorrigible smokers!

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   As usual, Susan got home at six thirty.  She clicked on the computer,
checked the answering machine, and flipped through the day's mail.  Sitting
down by the computer, she realized there was no ashtray in the room.  Shit!
That'd never do!  She went to the living room and took one of the ashtrays
from in there, making a mental note to retrieve some of the ashtrays she
packed away in the basement six months ago.  Now that she was smoking again,
they definitely needed more ashtrays around the house!

   Opening her purse, she lovingly removed her Calibri and her pack of Benson
& Hedges 100's.  It was a thrill to see the cigarettes and her lighter in her
purse.  It was just like the old days!  That morning, before leaving, she
took a fresh pack of Bob's B&H's.  Now it was half empty.  She grinned.  Ah,
it'd been so nice to smoke on her breaks today!  It was wonderful.  Some
people in the office gave her shit, but she didn't care.  Not really.  At
work the non-smokers almost seemed to take it personally that she, a
notorious former smoker, had finally given in and returned to her old habit.
Well, fuck them, all of them!  A smoker she was, and a smoker she would now
remain!

   She lit up a B&H and savored the wonderful, aromatic flavor of the thick,
rich smoke.  Oh God, it was so great!  There was nothing like it!  She did a
hard double-pump and let the smoke flood throughout her nose and sinuses as
bits of smoke escaped as she inhaled the second drag.  God, it felt so good!
She relished the chance to inundate her body with that superb,
nicotine-containing substance.  Maybe eventually she'd go back to her old
menthol brand, Newport 100's.  But for now, she was really enjoying the
fabulously strong tobacco taste of the full-flavor Benson & Hedges that her
husband always smoked!

   On the screen she saw she had a message.  She eagerly clicked the icon,
and the text appeared.  It'd been sent only a half an hour earlier.

"Susan, I'm glad to hear you're smoking again.  That's great.  In addition to
your email, Bob mentioned it at work today.  So, congratulations!  That's
wonderful news indeed.  I want to hear all about it when I see you.  I'll be
in touch soon.  Love, a Friend."

   She frowned as she exhaled a stream of smoke.  What the hell was going on?
It had to be Peggy.  Bob must have told the smokers at the office.  But why
didn't Peggy say who she was?

   The doorbell rang.  Taking her cigarette, Susan strolled into the front
hallway.  At that time of day, it was likely to be the paperboy collecting or
somebody selling something.

   She opened the door and gasped when she saw the person who was standing
there.  "Oh my God!  Brandy Benson!  What in the hell are _you_ doing here?"

   The lovely brunette had on a tight, slinky silk blouse, a very short
skirt, and high heels.  She was dressed to kill.  Not surprisingly, she held
a freshly lit cigarette in her hand.  She smiled warmly at Susan and batted
her eyes.  "Well, Susie, I see that you _are_ smoking again.  That is
wonderful news indeed!"

   "But Brandy," Susan stuttered.  "What are you doing here?"

   "Well, invite me in, and I'll tell you, dear."

   Susan stepped aside, and the shapely brunette walked in, wiggling her hips
and looking at Susan seductively.  Brandy paused, and pouted.  "Oh, come on,
Susie.  Won't you at least give me a little kiss?"  Without waiting for an
answer, Brandy walked over and planted a big wet kiss on Susan's lips.  "God,
I thought you'd be happier to see me," she teased, impudently walking into
the living room and sitting down in a chair.

   Susan hit on her cigarette.  "But Brandy," she began, holding the smoke
inside with a confused look on her face.  "I haven't seen you in six months.
The last time was right after I quit smoking. . . ."

   "Yeah, six months ago, when you said you didn't want to see me anymore,"
finished Brandy.  She sulked and took a lengthy hit on her cork-tipped
Marlboro 100.  "It hurt my feelings, Susie.  It really did.  It was a shitty
thing to do, quitting smoking and then telling me we couldn't be lovers
anymore because I wouldn't quit with you."  She turned her head to execute a
flawless nose-mouth exhale.  "But now you're back," she said happily.
"You're finally smoking again, and I'm so glad.  As far as I'm concerned, we
can pick up right where we left off."  She put her cigarette in her mouth and
began unbuttoning her silk blouse.

   "Wait," Susan objected.  "You didn't answer me.  What are you doing here?
And how did you know I started smoking again?"

   "Oh, didn't I mention it?  I have a new job."  She batted her eyes
seductively.  "I work at Bob's company in the Information Services
department.  I must've forgotten to mention that in all the emails I sent."

   "What?  Then, you're the `friend' who sent me those emails?"

   "Oh, yeah," Brandy breathlessly replied.  Her blouse was now fully
unbuttoned.  She had on no bra underneath.  Her breathtaking tits
tantalizingly peeked out from inside the loose silk shirt.  Her nipples were
taut.  She pinched them, and smiled amiably.  "I sent the emails, Susie, to
warn you what I was going to do to poor Bob."

   "Oh my God," Susan gasped.  "You're the one who's fucking my husband?"

   "Yeah, I sure am.  He really is a great fuck, by the way."  She giggled
impishly.  "You're a lucky girl, Susie!  Bob's great in bed."  With her
cigarette in her lips, she continued playing with her breasts, constantly
breathing smoke in and out of her mouth.  "It'll be really delicious to be
your secret lover again, and Bob's, too.  Both at the same time," she added
mischievously.

   Susan's head was spinning.  "Oh my God," she repeated.  The significance
of what the brunette was saying finally sunk in.  "But you didn't tell Bob
about us, did you?"

   Brandy laughed again.  "Oh God, no!  Don't be silly.  He'd never fuck me
if he knew I was his wife's girlfriend and lover."  She batted her big eyes.
"Men tend to be too possessive.  No, don't worry, I didn't tell Bob a thing,
Susie.  I want it to stay our delicious little secret.  That's why I planned
the whole thing, to get you back."

   "You planned it?"  Susan was still confused.

   "Sure I did," Brandy replied.  She slowly twirled her nipples with her
fingers.  "I want you back, Susie.  I need you.  I missed all the fun we had,
like the way you used to call me and beg me to come over while Bob was at his
meetings.  Like tonight.  He won't be home till late, Susie.  Eleven o'clock.
He and Mitch are with clients.  And you know what that means?"

   "Wait a minute," Susan interrupted.  "You took a job at Bob's company,
seduced him, and then sent me anonymous emails warning me about it?  But why?
I don't get it."

   Brandy crushed her cigarette in an ashtray and immediately lit up another
Marlboro 100.  She sighed.  "I knew you'd never come back to me unless you
were smoking again.  I wanted you to give in, Susie.  I liked what we had,
baby.  I might've been able to entice you back into bed anyway, but frankly,
I wanted you back as a smoker, honey; all the way back.  I loved how we
smoked when we made love.  That's why I did it.  I wanted you to think you
had to start smoking again to save your marriage.  And you must admit, it
worked, didn't it?"

   Susan shook her head.  "But how did you know it'd work with Bob?"

   "From when you and I were together, I knew all about him.  You told me
many delicious details.  I'd never met Bob, since he never knew I existed.
But I had a good idea what'd turn him on.  I'm exactly the kind of woman he
wants, too; an incurable, dyed-in-the-wool smoker.  I gave him exactly what
he wanted, having heard you talk about his likes and dislikes.  So you see,
Susie, it was fuckin' perfect!  And it was fun, too.  The poor bastard didn't
know what hit him!"

   "And now you expect me to come back to you, even though you seduced my
husband?"

   Brandy nodded eagerly.  Her cigarette dangled from her smiling lips.
"Yeah, I sure do.  I meet a need inside you, Susie.  You loved what I did for
you.  I loved it, too.  We were good together.  You know that.  Come on.  Can
you honestly say you don't want to play with these?"  She pinched her nipples
again.  "These tits of mine taste good in your mouth, baby.  Remember?  Don't
you want to lick them?"

   Susan took a deep breath and paused to light another cigarette.
Truthfully, she _was_ sorely tempted seeing Brandy again.  Their interludes,
though she'd felt guilty about them, had been quite pleasurable.  She felt
her crotch getting wet.  "Oh God, I don't know, Brandy," she said.  She was
trying hard to resist.  "It's just weird, especially knowing that you and Bob
made love last night."

   Brandy shook her head.  "Correction.  Bob and I didn't make love, Susie.
We fucked.  That's all.  It was just fucking; good fucking, but nothing more.
Bob loves you.  But that doesn't matter.  Get real with me.  There are things
I can do for you that he can't.  You know that, Susie.  It's why we were so
great together.  Come on, admit it, beautiful!"

   It _was_ true.  That was why she started fooling around with Brandy to
begin with.  They met when Brandy did a stint as an IS consultant at the
public relations firm where Susan worked.  Both of them smoked, so they
naturally started talking while sharing cigarettes on breaks.  One thing led
to another, and one night when Bob worked late they shared dinner.  Later on,
due to Brandy's persistence, they shared much more than dinner.  It started
an exhilarating affair, lasting a year, one that ended only because Susan
abruptly decided to quit smoking.

   Brandy continued to tempt her reluctant friend.  "Come on, baby.  God,
Susie, you look so fuckin' good holding that cigarette in your hand!  I see
that you're smoking Bob's Benson & Hedges 100's now, instead of your old
Newports.  But that doesn't matter.  It's just good to see you smoking again.
God, it's _so_ good!  You always smoked with such style, Susie.  It turned me
on.  It still does.  So come over here and touch me, baby.  I get wet just
thinking about having you again.  We both want it.  You know that.  It's why
we both smoke, dear, and it's why we're still perfect for each another.  It's
all about pleasure, Susie.  Yours and mine.  What do you say?"

   Susan hesitated.  "And what if I say no?" she asked.  "Even though it was
nice before, what if I tell you to go to hell now?"

   Brandy nodded.  "Oh, come on, Susie!  You know me too well to try that
shit.  If you try to back out now, you know I'd tell Bob we used to be
lovers, and that you cheated on him for a year.  I wonder how he'd feel about
that?"  She pinched her nipples again inside her blouse.  Her face showed the
ecstasy she felt playing with herself in front of her friend.  "I'd tell him
you loved it, Susie.  I'd tell him you used to beg me to suck your pussy.
I'd let him know his demure, innocent little blond wife is a bisexual tigress
who loves to smoke while her girlfriend eats her out."  She smirked.
"Finally, I'd tell Bob I'm the one who first taught you to smoke two
cigarettes at once while you're getting fucked.  I bet he'd think that's
really humorous!"

   "Brandy, you wouldn't!"

   "Yeah, I sure would.  You know me, honey.  I always get what I want.  I
wanted you a year ago when we first met, and I got you, too, didn't I?  Now I
want you back.  I went to a lot of trouble to get you started smoking again,
Susie.  So I came here to claim my prize, which is you, baby.  And why not?
Nothing's changed.  We're both in the same place we were then, sweetie, now
that you smoke again."  She stared into Susan's disbelieving eyes.  "Admit,
it, Susie.  You still want me.  You love what I do for you.  Isn't that
right?"

   Susan shook her head and released a deep sigh.  "Oh God!  You win, Brandy.
I admit, it _is_ really good to see you again.  You're as sexy as ever.  And
as persistent, too," she laughed.  Her resistance gone, she took a drag on
her B&H and approached the partially disrobed brunette.  With smoke inside
her, she stopped her lips just millimeters from Brandy's mouth.  "Open," she
whispered breathlessly.  Brandy did, and Susan released a load of inhaled
smoke into her open mouth.  Brandy breathed in deeply, while Susan rested her
lips on her friend's.  For a moment they touched in silence, till Brandy
smiled and exhaled the smoke back out.  Susan grinned, tasting her smoke come
back from the beautiful woman she was kissing so lightly on the lips.

   "Brandy, I _do_ still want you," Susan admitted with a low moan.  "God, I
hate to say it, but it's fuckin' true!  You're a devil-woman, you know that?
Shit!  You're so evil, I can hardly believe it."  She laughed elatedly.  "But
all this trouble, God, just to get me back?  I'm flattered."  Slowly she
slipped her free hand inside the brunette's unbuttoned blouse, and softly
began stroking her tits.  The feeling was pleasantly familiar to her.
Brandy's were so big, round, and beautiful.  Susan felt goose-flesh on her
arms as her hands engulfed the soft tissue of her lover's firm breasts.  They
felt nice.  Very nice!

   "Oh God, Brandy," Susan groaned as she kissed her softly on the cheek.  "I
have missed you, too.  But do you know what?  It's almost too bad that Bob
will never know what really happened, how much he owes you.  If you hadn't
done this, I might never have come back to smoking.  Bob and I both owe you,
Brandy.  Thank you so much!  You got me to come back as a smoker."  She
smirked.  "And now I'll show my gratitude!"  With a quick hit on her B&H, she
kissed Brandy's face, as her fingers continued to work their magic on the
brunette's big tits.

   "Oh, God," Brandy sighed, energized by the electricity of her lover's
supple fingers softly caressing her breasts.  She took another drag from her
Marlboro 100 and pulled the smoke deep inside.  "I knew that once you started
smoking again, Susie, you'd need to have me again, too," she whispered.  "Now
you and Bob can both have me.  I'm the lucky one here.  I get both of you.
And who knows?  Maybe eventually we can tell Bob the truth, and we can have a
threesome.  That'd be even better.  But right now, Susie, the main thing is,
I want you back.  God, I wanted you back so fuckin' bad!"  She wrapped her
arms around the blond woman's body and pulled her tightly up against hers as
they kissed passionately.

   "And, babe, you've got me back," Susan cooed softly.  She slowly unhooked
Brandy's skirt and touched her naked thighs.  "Yes, Brandy, I'm back as a
smoker, and as your lover, too, dear."  They kissed again, this time deeper
and more passionately, as Susan massaged the lovely brunette's naked thighs.
"God, what an interesting idea, a threesome with Bob!  Shit!  I bet he'd love
to fuck the two of us while we all smoked together."  She sighed and took
another luxurious drag from her cigarette.  "But that's not what I want right
now, Brandy.  Right now, I want you."  She kissed her female lover again and
then laughed impetuously.  "I really want you, Brandy.  And the important
thing is, yes, baby, I'm back; I'm all the way back!"

   With one hand she grabbed her pack of cigarettes and lighter, and with the
other she led Brandy up the stairs toward the bedroom.  She looked at the
clock.  It was seven.  Bob wouldn't be home till eleven.  She smirked.  Yes,
they had plenty of time.  And the fact that she was about to smoke and make
love with the same woman who the night before had fucked her husband somehow
made it even more exhilarating!  Yes, she _was_ back.  She laughed out loud,
and turned to kiss Brandy on the mouth again.

   "What was that for?" asked the saucy brunette with a big grin.

   "Oh, nothing, baby," Susan smiled eagerly, squeezing the lovely girl's
hand again.  "Nothing at all.  Come on.  Let's go!  I can't wait."  And
together they entered the bedroom, impatient to indulge the physical desires
they both felt intensely.  Susan was definitely back!

THE END

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