Graduation Gift, Part 3

    "GRADUATION GIFT" by Dar.
    Part 3

    This story contains language which depicts sexual arousal due to smoking
cigarettes. Those who are offended by such language should read no further.

    Persons who wish to make comments about the story are requested to post
them on the smoking glamour bulletin board: alt.smokers.glamour

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    As they were seated in a booth in the restaurant, Bill slid in to the
middle, with his daughter and wife each sitting on the sides, facing each
other. The two women immediately lit up their Benson & Hedges Light 100s. As
they started exhaling across the table at each other, Meg spoke up. "Mom, I
like the way you smoke. I wanted to sit across from you, so that I could watch
your technique."

    Bill noticed that both of the women in his life did look quite elegant
with their cigarettes. He also noticed that the air in front of him was now
filling up with smoke, but he decided not to say anything. He realized that
Meg and Irene obviously enjoyed what they were doing, so he wouldn't be a
grouch and spoil their fun. And he noticed that the aroma of their smoke was
not unpleasant.

    The waiter came and took their order, and the conversation turned to some
of Meg's school stories and her plans for the new job in New York. Irene lit a
new cigarette, took a couple puffs, and set it down in her ashtray. Bill's
attention wandered from the conversation as the smoke from Irene's cigarette
lazily rose from the ashtray and wandered across the middle of the table in
front of him. He leaned forward a bit and sniffed the smoke. It wasn't bad at
all. It was like Irene had said, sort of an exotic smell, maybe even a bit
exciting. He breathed in a bit deeper to sample it some more.

    At a table not more than fifteen feet in front of him, he noticed a
handsome gentlemen seated by himself, smoking a cigarette. The man appeared to
be about thirty-five years old, with dark hair, a tan, and an obviously
expensive suit. Bill was beginning to wonder why the man was alone, when in
walked a beautiful blonde wearing a black velour dress. She sat down next to
the man, with her back to Bill's table. Bill gulped. It was her...the blonde
from the lounge!

    She greeted the man, and then almost immediately opened her purse and took
out a long white cigarette. The man put a new cigarette of his own to his
lips, and flicked his lighter. Holding their cigarettes straight out with just
their lips, the couple touched the tips of the cylinders together as he raised
the flame to provide the light. Bill saw them both taking short puffs to get
their cigarettes lit, and then continue to touch the tips together as they
both took long drags. Finally they removed the cigarettes from their mouths as
they inhaled the smoke, and then blew it back on each other. The man blew his
smoke in the direction of the woman's cleavage, while she blew her smoke
directly toward his nose. Bill then watched them leaning toward each other and
giggling, with obvious pleasure at each other's smoking behavior. Bill also
noticed that he himself was, once again, beginning to feel a surge of energy
between his legs.

    The waiter brought their food, interrupting Bill's attention to the couple
at the other table. He returned his focus to the conversation with Meg, who
was telling Irene about how so many of her friends in college had started
smoking. "Probably 20% of my class were smokers when we were freshmen, just
out of high school," she was saying, "but now I would guess that 40% of the
graduating guys and maybe 60% of the women are smoking all the time."

    "Why do you think that is?" asked Irene.

    "Let's face it, Mom," Meg replied, "it's cool to smoke. The girls who
smoke are not the ones sitting alone in their dorm rooms on Saturday night.
They always have guys calling them up and wanting to be with them."

    "So why," inquired Bill, "are the smokers so popular?"

    "Dad..." Meg looked him in the eye. "I don't want to embarrass you, since
you are now a middle-age man who probably doesn't even think about these
things much anymore."

    "No, really," Bill came back at her, "I want to know. Look, you and now
your mother are the ones who have brought up this whole smoking thing today.
And furthermore, I am not that old! Talking about reality is not embarrassing
at all. So, what are the facts, Meg?"

    "Well, you remember I mentioned my friends Amy and Carla who both smoke?"
Meg began. "They told me that most men get turned on by women who smoke. They
said that one of the male fraternities on campus supposedly even rents smoking
videos, where the whole video just shows some woman smoking. All the guys get
together in their TV lounge to watch these videos every week or two. So any
guy who can get a date with a smoker feels like he is in heaven."

    "And what about the girls?" Bill inquired. "Do they find smoking to be
exciting too?"

    Irene smiled. "Meg, you don't have to answer that. I will. Bill," she
said, "in a word, the answer is yes. But you and I are going to talk more
about that later tonight in the hotel room upstairs. Now both of you better
get busy and eat your vegetables."

    Pleasant conversation continued through dinner, but Bill's thoughts were
not on the food or on the conversation. He was thinking about all the smoking
he had seen. In the last two hours he had spent more time purposely watching
people smoke than he had done before in his life. He had discovered that
smoking was (...he was trying to think of the right word...), well, intriguing
to watch. He had observed that the two women at his table and the couple at
the other table all seemed to enjoy smoking a great deal. He had found, at
Irene's prompting, that smoke was not terrible to breath in, in fact, he
admitted to himself that it might even be pleasant. He would have to try
breathing in the second-hand smoke again...not, of course, that he wanted to
start smoking himself or anything like that. No, this was really just sort of
a science experiment, to learn a little bit about what made smoking so
attractive to the women in his life, and perhaps a social experiment, to learn
to be more tolerant of other people's behavior.

    Bill found himself looking forward to continuing his "science experiment",
because he knew that Meg and Irene would be smoking again after eating, and he
was eager to breathe in the smoky air at the table, just to see if he could
get more used to it. His plan seemed to be going well, because his prediction
was accurate. The moment they were through with the last bite of dinner, Meg
and Irene again lit cigarettes. Bill could almost feel his nostrils twitching
in anticipation. But this time the air flow in the dining room had changed,
and he noticed that all their smoke was being carried away from the table. He
felt disappointed. The clean air he was breathing now seemed very thin and
plain indeed.

    So he contented himself with watching the two women smoke. He saw that
Irene had a number of different smoking techniques, sometimes including double
and triple puffs. But her most common pattern was fairly straightforward. Bill
felt almost analytical, as he watched her smoke. Between puffs, Irene held the
cigarette in her left hand, between her index and middle fingers, with fingers
slightly curled toward her palms, allowing the tip of the cigarette to point
nearly straight up. Bill noticed that before she took a drag on the cigarette,
she usually tipped any extra ashes into the ashtray, and at the same time
moistened her lips slightly with her tongue. Then she placed the long, white
cigarette in the center of her glistening red lips. Sealing the lips around
the filter, she began pulling slowly but firmly, as her cheeks hollowed out.
Bill could see the tip glowing bright orange, and could hear the faint
crackling sound as the tobacco burned to provide the smoke he knew was racing
through the inside of the cylinder and into Irene's mouth. Then when her mouth
was full of smoke, he saw her pull the cigarette slightly away from her lips
while she opened her mouth about half-way. A surprisingly large ball of
creamy, thick smoke appeared for a moment on the outside of Irene's lips, and
then Bill could see her breathing in, inhaling the smoke down into her lungs.
He saw again that her breasts would then rise, and he had an instant mental
image of them full of smoke. He thought of the times when they made love and
he sucked on her nipples, and he could imagine all the smoke pouring out of
her breasts and into his mouth. Bill began to feel very aroused and horny for
his beautiful wife. He saw the large plume of smoke coming from her mouth, and
he suddenly knew that he wanted her to blow that smoke on him.

    "Dad," he heard Meg speaking to him, "did you hear what I said?"

    "I'm sorry, dear," he smiled, "I guess my thoughts were drifting off. It's
been a long day and I'm starting to feel a bit like going to bed."

    "Well, that's what I was just saying," Meg said. "I think that I need to
get back to my dorm room and start packing my stuff, and I figured the two of
you were probably pretty tired-out by your drive here this morning, and that
long commencement ceremony. How about if I get going now, and I'll come by for
breakfast in the morning, and then we can get on the road to go back home."

    "That's fine," said Bill. "And Meg, I am sorry for being so rude to you
earlier. I was really out of line. If you want to smoke, you are an adult now,
and it's okay with me. It looks like your mother is going to be smoking now,
so like she said, I'm just going to have to get used to it."

    "Thanks for saying that, Dad," Meg replied. "I do accept your apology. Of
course, you can make up for it this week," she smiled, "by getting me a carton
of cigarettes tomorrow."

    "Now just a minute, young lady," interrupted Irene with a giggle. "That's
MY man sitting there. He'll be buying my cigarettes from now on, starting with
a couple of cartons!"

    They all laughed. "Well, bye for now," said Meg, as she got up from the
table. "See you both in the morning."

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    Back in the hotel room, Irene went into the bathroom area first, to get
ready for bed. Bill turned on the television, and flipped through a dozen or
so of the cable channels, seeing nothing that really interested him. What did
interest him now was whether Irene would continue smoking, now that she was no
longer with Meg. But as yet she hadn't put a cigarette to her lips.

    He flipped off the TV as Irene came out in her nightgown and lay down on
the bed. Bill went into the bathroom to wash up and put on his pajamas. He
realized that he was experiencing a different attitude toward his wife. They
had been married now for almost a quarter of a century. Bill had always loved
Irene, and still did, but in recent years they seemed to have taken each other
more and more for granted. Sexual desire had not altogether vanished, but had
cooled. Their lovemaking was now perhaps once a month. But tonight, Bill
realized that he was looking forward to making love to Irene. Yes, part of
that was due to being away from the routine of home; part of it was due to the
allure of being in a hotel room, with distant memories and associations with
their honeymoon. But Bill knew the primary reason for which he felt this
desire and urge. It was suddenly plain and simple to him: Irene's smoking had
turned him on.

    He gave himself an extra spray of his cologne and walked back into the
bedroom. Irene was lying on the left side of the bed. The small light on the
night stand next to her on the left side of the bed was on; the rest of the
room was dark. There was an ashtray on her night stand. But... she was not
smoking.

    Bill spoke up. "Irene, are you not smoking because of me?"

    Irene smiled. My plan is working, she thought to herself. "I thought you
didn't like my smoking," she said innocently.

    "Well, like you said, I have to get used to it," Bill replied.

    Irene had noticed the intensity with which Bill had watched her
after-dinner smoking. She felt sure that he now wanted her to smoke. She
momentarily toyed with the idea of making him suffer a bit longer, but now she
wanted a cigarette herself. "Bill," she said, "I think my cigarettes are in my
purse, over on the chair. Would you get them and my lighter for me?"

    Bill found the pack in her purse. He was surprised at how light it was. He
brought it to Irene, who removed a B&H from the pack.

    "If you are going to get used to my smoking," said Irene, "you have to be
a gentleman. Please give me a light." She held the cigarette between her lips.
Bill flicked the lighter and moved it toward the cigarette. Irene leaned
forward, took his hand in hers, and guided him as she pulled the flame into
the tip of the cigarette. She pulled in a bit of smoke to get it lit, and then
leaned back as she released Bill's hand. Now she took a longer drag, but blew
the smoke away from Bill.

    Bill got into the right side of the bed, and looked over at Irene. Her
head was propped up half-way on her pillow, with her face silhouetted by the
back light coming from the lamp on her night stand. Placing her cigarette
between her lips, Irene took a long drag, puffed a large ball of smoke out in
front of her, and inhaled deeply as her breasts rose. She kept the smoke in
for a few seconds, and then blew it out creamily toward the ceiling.

    The back lighting which Irene had carefully arranged made her exhalation
look almost physically solid. Bill could feel himself starting to become
aroused again, and he rolled over and snuggled up against Irene. She could
feel the pressure of his male member against the side of her leg, as she began
another long drag. She again exhaled toward the ceiling, deliberately not
letting the smoke go directly toward Bill, although now the sweet smell of the
smoke was lightly beginning to fill the room. She took yet another drag,
followed by an exhale toward the ceiling. Bill could see the repeated puffs of
smoke, and felt his cock growing harder.

    "Irene," her said softly, "you know that I like this, don't you."

    "Yes," she smiled. "I was hoping you would."

    Irene took a double pump on her cigarette and french inhaled the smoke.
She exhaled through her nose as she again placed the long white cigarette
between her lips and took another long drag. This time she blew out a little
smoke, re-inhaled, and then blew out a long stream. Irene knew that the
lighting she had arranged in the room would illuminate the smoke and make it
look rich and thick from Bill's side of the bed.

    He could see the vast quantity of smoke which Irene was producing, and was
mesmerized. After her last exhale, he could see the smoke still coming out of
her mouth for the next four or five breaths. And then Irene put the cigarette
between her lips for a final long drag. Holding the smoke in her lungs, she
put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and this time exhaled gently in Bill's
direction.

    Bill's level of arousal had gradually increased as he had watched Irene's
smoking performance, and as he had been breathing in the gradually thickening
ambient smoke in the room. Irene's final exhale in his direction put him over
the top. Bill began stroking Irene between her legs, and he was surprised to
find that she was already wet. As he put his lips to her mouth, he could smell
the heavy lingering aroma of her smoke, and he grew even longer and harder.
Irene pressed the off button on the lamp as she and Bill rolled together
beneath the covers of the bed. As Irene mentally checked off a "yes" for round
two of her plan, they made love with an intensity neither had felt in over
twenty years.

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