Test Subject, Part 15

Author's note:  The following story is satire, and is not intended to, in any
sense, impugn the fine folks at big tobacco companies who, no doubt, put
their customers best interests ahead of their profits.  

The author does not necessarily condone the use of tobacco, by adults or
minors, nor the use of illegal substances, nor masturbation, nor
participation in lesbian sex, nor any other morally questionable practice
depicted in the story.  Later parts of the story contain graphic sexual
language, and are not suitable for underage readers.  
Any resemblance to smoking fetish fiction is purely accidental.  
All other imaginable disclaimers apply.

Test Subject
Part 15: "Cutting class."

After Cynthia was thoroughly pleasured, she switched places with Maureen, and
lit up another long Allure cigar. Between puffs and inhales from her stogie,
she lapped up her partner's vaginal juices with a skillful tongue.
Occasionally, while she held in her smoke for maximum absorption, she
substituted the cigar for her tongue, using it, to Maureen's evident delight,
to massage her clitoris. 

Maureen, on the other hand, decided to chain down cigarette after cigarette
and practice different smoking techniques. One cigarette she would smoke
unhurriedly, drawing the smoke in deeply and holding it as long as she could,
while the next she would intentionally rush, pulling the smoke powerfully
into her lungs, and exhaling through her nose while she immediately took her
next drag. 

Through it all, she issued prodigious moans, grunts, and cries of excitement,
as Cynthia ensured that her lungs weren't the only part of her body receiving
intense pleasure. After six amazing climaxes, Maureen guided Cynthia up
toward her, and gave her a long, smoky kiss. "I like how you taste," Maureen
told her new boss, exhaling faint remnants of the smoke that had passed back
and forth between their lungs. "Like cigars, and like my pussy."

By the time they finished treating each other to oral sex, it was late
morning. While they both wanted to just stay in bed all day, and repeat
exactly the previous night's activities, they reluctantly got up. Cynthia had
to go in to work, while Maureen didn't want to also miss her afternoon class. 

Cynthia guided her to the bathroom, where they showered together, thoroughly
lathering up each others' bodies in the steaming tub as they periodically
kissed. Despite their enjoyment of the experience, they showered fairly
quickly, eager to get out and smoke again.

As soon as they were out and minimally dry, Cynthia took out two more
cigarettes from the pack they were sharing, and gave one to her friend. She
operated her lighter, and the two naked and dripping women once again shared
the same flame as they performed the ritual of lighting up, and sucking down
that first puff of nicotine from their cigs. When finally they exhaled, their
smoke mixed with the balmy air still in the room. The two women dried off
quickly, smoking in silence the whole time.

Maureen got dressed in the same outfit she wore the previous evening,
wondering if it was a bit too formal to wear to class. "I can't wear this,"
she told Cynthia with a smirk as she blew out her smoke forcefully. "It
absolutely reeks of smoke." She took a sniff of her blouse as she put it up
over her head, and sure enough, it smelled like every fiber of the garment
had been exposed to heavy concentrations of smoke from various substances.

Cynthia took a drag on her own cigarette, inhaled only partially, then leaned
over to smell the blouse, right in the middle where it covered Maureen's
breasts. Sniffing in completed her inhale. "I think you smell marvelous,"
Cynthia said in a low, sensual voice. Exhaling through her nose directly onto
the top, Cynthia added, "Your smell makes me want you again."

It was all Maureen could do to avoid tearing her clothes off again, but
somehow she resisted, proof in her mind that despite ample evidence to the
contrary, she still possessed some measure of self-control, at least as far
as sex went. With smoking, though, it was a different matter. She breathed in
more smoke as she tore herself away and sat down on the bed put on her
stockings.. "Tonight, definitely tonight."

"I can't wait," Cynthia said. "Maybe around 6, could meet at my work and go
over your new duties, your pay increase, and our marketing strategy." She
took a puff and offered her characteristic smile. "After we finish working,
then, of course, it is playtime."

Maureen got up to go, and then remembered something. "Before I forget, last
night you said I could have some of the goodies that Julia got, specifically
the Allure gum and patch, for when I'm in class. I can't bear the idea of
having to sit through an hour and a half lecture without at least some
nicotine going into my body."

"I'm glad you remembered. Let me get that for you." With that, Cynthia
disappeared for a moment, and then returned with two cigar sized boxes, one
black, and the other wrapped in red paper. "I had this ready before you got
here last night, but I sort of got distracted," Cynthia smiled again, taking
a thoughtful drag on her almost finished Allure before she spoke again. "The
black box contains the promised goodies, to help get you through class. Open
the other box when you get home, before our meeting."

"Ok," Maureen said, curious as to the contents of the second box.

Cynthia offered her friend a hug. "I really had a wonderful time last night.
It was the first time I've really been able to be totally myself in bed with
somebody." Maureen assumed this was because they both enjoyed smoking while
they were together.

"Me too," Maureen said, with deep sincerity. I'm totally looking forward to
seeing you again." 

After one last, smoky, lingering kiss with Cynthia at the door, Maureen
compulsively checked her purse to make sure she had her cigarettes, and then
headed to her car. Cynthia waited at the door to see her off, and, with her
cigarette in her hand, waved goodbye. The last thing Maureen saw as she drove
off was Cynthia taking a long puff and then blowing a smoky goodbye kiss.

"Oh shit," Maureen muttered to herself, looking down at the digital clock on
her car's radio. She had only a short time to drive to the campus, park, and
get to class. As she liked to do whenever she felt stressed out, she took a
deep puff into her lungs, and immediately felt better. 

While she held her smoke in and let it soak into her body, she glanced down
at the two boxes next to her on the passenger's seat. She exhaled through her
nose as she took another drag and looked at the clock again. "I'll never make
it on time," she told herself. Sighing out her exhale, she resolved to just
go home, and skip her class. She was getting an A in it anyway, though her
professor had told the students that this particular meeting would be
important.

Again displaying her formidable self-discipline, she held off opening the red
box while she drove home. As she pulled her car into her parking spot, she
snapped off the car's ignition, grabbed her goodies, and rushed inside, the
smoke from her freshly lit cigarette streaming behind her as she walked.

Maureen plopped down in her favorite chair, and planted her cigarette in her
mouth, puffing on it as she ripped open the red wrapping paper. She opened
the box, and first found a folded piece of paper on top. She put the paper
aside for the moment, and then examined the rest of the contents. Inside she
found a long black cigarette case, ten Allure cigars, a small glass pipe, and
two different baggies, one filled with the crystallized nicotine pellets she
and Cynthia had smoked the previous evening, and one filled with the other
"tobacco" she had tried for the first time with Cynthia. Maureen's heart beat
faster as she took a drag off of the cigarette still in her mouth. It was
exactly everything she had been hoping would be inside.

Picking up the note, Maureen sucked down more nicotine as she read:
______________________________________ 
I knew you'd cut class, you naughty
girl.

Have fun!

Cyn
______________________________________

Although her vagina was beginning to feel a bit tender, Maureen couldn't help
taking off the underwear beneath her skirt, spreading her legs apart in her
chair, taking a deep inhale, and fondling herself while she pondered which of
her goodies to indulge in first.

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