Amy's Adventures, Part 1

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Amy's adventures 
by AsianSmoker

   Part 1:  Jenny & Cora

   Hi, this is Amy Ho again. When I left you last, my best friends
twelve-year-old daughter Jenny received her report card & got straight A's.
If I had to give her a grade for smoking, she'd get an A+

   This was the first time Jenny brought home straight A's before, and I was
hoping that smoking had something to do with it. It seems like many months
have gone by since my divorce & moving in with Jenny & her mom, my best
friend Cora. So many things have happened. First, I got Jenny to try smoking
and she took to it as easy as I did. I guess she's been smoking for about two
months now. Then Cora surprised me by taking up smoking too. Although she
smokes less than Jenny does, she still manages to smoke eight to ten
cigarettes a day. She's only been smoking for four or five weeks so she's
still a rookie at it. She has this weird style of puffing out her cheeks when
she exhales, whereas Jenny let's out powerful exhales that even I am proud
of. Of course Jenny began to smoke a month or so before Cora did, and I'm
sure you've read Jenny's exploits in my previous story, SMOKE OUT. I taught
Jenny everything I know about smoking and I'm not surprised that she takes
after me. Furthermore, I like the fact that both girls enjoy the same
addiction I have.

    I was cautious in getting Jenny & Cora to try a cigar too. I had an
ulterior motive, I missed smoking cigars myself. Thus if I could get them to
smoke one, I could feed my lungs with that powerfully strong cigar smoke.
Just after I returned from Hong Kong I thought I was getting addicted to
smoking cigars, but I don't think so right now, however that may change if I
smoke them more often. I wonder if my sister Cindy continued to smoke cigars?
I must call her soon.

    Since Cora was drinking heavily everyday, mostly because she was
unemployed, depressed and because she was single, I got Jenny to drink that
one night she came back with her report card and they smoked a cigar too. It
didn't take many rum & coke's to get Jenny drunk. Jenny enjoyed puffing from
her cigar but couldn't handle the thick smoke she sucked into her mouth very
well at first. It was too much for a twelve year old. Nevertheless, Jenny
kept trying to smoke it, and after watching me inhale that strong, thick,
juicy cigar smoke into my lungs, Jenny just had to try it. Her eyes opened
wide for she wasn't prepared for the thickness and density of that smoke.
This way a new experience for her, and a great high too, for like myself, she
thoroughly enjoyed the experience of smoking a cigar. Just as when she
started to smoke cigarettes a few months ago, just as she enjoyed blowing out
the smoke at first, then inhaling cigarette smoke into her lungs, she had
that same look on her face that told me she wanted to continue smoking
cigars. 

   On the other hand, Cora only smoked half a cigar and told me she'd stick
with cigarettes. Jenny later told me she's like to try smoking a cigar on
another occasion. I was pleased. I really missed smoking cigars. Maybe I am
addicted to them too because I smoked a second cigar later that evening. I
can't recall the last time I smoked two cigars in one day.

   Anyways where was I? Oh yes, I remember now. At this point in time, I am
the only one working in the household. Both Jenny & Cora stay home all day
since school was over for Jenny. One afternoon when I came home from work,
both Cora & Jenny sat on the front porch, each smoking a cigarette. They told
me they were imitating me, as I smoked on the porch when I first moved in.
Whereas Jenny was glad to smoke more & more, Cora was still upset that she
got herself hooked so easily, so quickly. She had thoughts & desires to quit,
especially since she was still serving at church & tried hard to conceal her
smoking from them. Jenny & I didn't make it any easier for her to try & quit
since we smoked in the house all day. Often when Cora saw both of us smoking,
the desire to smoke overcame her desire to try & quit. There was no way we'd
let her quit anyways; Jenny & I made sure of that. We made a pact. We were a
TEAM! (Together everyone's addicted more.)

    The Roller-blading & walks to the park became less frequent. Our lungs
couldn't handle it very well, more so Cora's than ours. The roller blades
Jenny received for her twelveth birthday less than two months ago were back
in their original box, sitting in the basement, gathering dust. Why Roller
blade when you can smoke in the living room instead with me?

    I was impressed at how long Jenny could hold cigarette smoke in her
lungs, for a twelve year old. I'm sure if she'd smoke at school for her
classmates, they'd get a hard on, even the twelve years olds. And the long
nose exhales she produced were as good as mine! Smoke was certainly engulfing
her lungs and smoking was an essential part of her life, no more so than at a
summer camp she went to.

    Cora sent Jenny to a Christian summer camp. She liked going over the past
few years, but this time she was reluctant to attend. She was sent home the
next day for being caught twice smoking a cigarette anyways. They gave her a
warning that first time when she was caught smoking in the girls shower, but
the second time they caught her smoking at the back of the church,
unsuccessfully trying to get some other church friends to smoke. I think she
wanted to get caught anyhow because she just had to smoke, she just had to!
She didn't want to torture herself at the camp. The news of Jenny getting
caught twice while smoking spread around the church camp & Jenny figured
she'd lost her church friends for good.

   "Don't worry Jenny, I still think you can be friends with them, Smoking
isn't evil!" I said to Jenny.

   "Screw them auntie Amy. I'm a smoker now, I need to smoke everyday. I
don't think I can show my face at church anymore, because they'll all say
'there's Jenny, that smoker chick' or something like that. My reputation is
done, but screw them! I don't want to hang around them anymore. I have my
school friends, and they won't bug me because they all smoke too!" Jenny
replied.

   "If you feel that way, Jenny. I guess you're right." I said, but then I
noticed Jenny was laughing.

   "What's wrong?" I asked

   "You know what auntie Amy? The weird part is that our church pastor called
my mom at home to tell her that I was smoking and that I had to quit because
I was this naughty bad girl or something. But while mom was talking to him,
she was holding her own cigarette in her hand! She put the phone on 'mute'
when she inhaled & exhaled, that way our Pastor couldn't tell she was smoking
too. How ironic is that! If only the pastor knew that we both smoked, and
smoked a lot! But mom said that I shouldn't smoke around church, and she's
still trying to hide her own smoking from them." Jenny said

   "We both know that won't last long!' I replied and laughed. Sooner or
later I knew smoking was going to win out.

   "Fucking right, auntie Amy!!" Jenny replied. That was the first time I
heard her swear.

   "Young lady, where did you learn that kind of language?" I asked. 

   "Aww...c'mon auntie Amy, mom swears all the time. When she's drunk she
swears even more. It's like I have this new mother!!' Jenny replied.

   "Now young lady, I don't want you to swear. Smoking is one thing, getting
drunk another, but don't start swearing in front of me, OK?" I asked.

   "I'm sorry auntie Amy. You're right. I won't swear anymore." Jenny
responded then smiled. "May I call you Aunt Amy now instead of Auntie Amy? I
think I'm grown up now. I'm twelve already, and I look older because I
smoke." Jenny asked. I nodded.

   "Great!...and...may I smoke a cigar now, aunt Amy?" Jenny asked. I was
glad she brought it up. I missed smoking them too!

   "Sure Jenny. I guess I'll join you. I've got some cigars in the second
drawer upstairs." I said.

   "Aunt Amy, I know. I have a confession to make. The other day when you
were at work, I had a yearning to smoke one; I mean a cigar, not a cigarette.
I looked through your drawers and found the box. I waited for mom to go
shopping. I remembered watching you clip off the end of it. I went down to
the basement and smoked most of that cigar. I loved it aunt Amy! I really
did!...I'm sorry I didn't tell you until now." Jenny said.

  "That's OK Jenny, I knew you enjoyed smoking a cigar when I saw you that
first time. Looks like I'll have to buy some more, won't I?" I asked Jenny.
She nodded her head and smiled.

  "How often do you think I can smoke a cigar, aunt Amy?" Jenny asked. 

  "Tell you what. If you can find me another twelve year old girl who smokes
cigars, I'll let you smoke them more often." I said. Jenny pouted. She went
upstairs to get up both a cigar. I saw her walking down the stairs holding
one in her left hand, the other hanging from her mouth. She didn't even wait
to hand me my cigar before she lit her own at the bottom of the stairs. She
sucked on the tip several times befeore she got it lit. When she did, she
gave that lit one to me and lit the other one for herself.  I can't believe I
was watching a twelve-year-old light my cigar and smoke one herself.

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    The summer was going well for all of us. Jenny stayed home and smoked
more cigarettes. Cora stayed home as well and looked for a new job. As for
me? Guess what? I finally found a new boyfriend! I've been dating this guy,
Ben, from work. He doesn't smoke, but likes to watch me smoke unlike my
stupid ex-husband. I haven't brought Ben home yet, and we can't go to his
place because his bitchy ex-wife won't move out. Yep, Ben is going through a
divorce. Yep, he's Chinese. He's kind of short, but so am I at five foot two. 

    I saw an opening at work last week for some customer service type of
position. I encouraged Cora to apply for it and she got the job! Now Cora and
I can work together. Finally she could get to meet Ben. On Cora's first day
at work, she tried to hide the fact that she smoked. She was so funny! She
wouldn't smoke outside with others; instead she went to her car to smoke in
private. Yah, maybe no one saw her smoke, but they certainly could smell it
on her! She became self-concious each time she smoked in front of others. She
was so nervous, it was like she felt she was doing something wrong.

    At Lunch that first day, it was a warm day so Cora and I sat outside on a
picnic bench to eat our lunch, and we smoked there too. Cora still didn't
want anyone at work to know she smoked, so she ducked her head under the
table, quickly lit her cigarette, came back up to where we sat, and she held
the cigarette underneath the bench so that no one would notice a cigarette in
her hand. She took quick puffs and exhaled them towards the ground. She might
be fooling a few, but not most. Then Ben came over with another co-worker of
mine, William. I introduced Ben & William to Cora. Ben sat beside me, gave me
a kiss, but William just stood there, gawking at Cora and I. He saw that I
was smoking and was obviously turned on. William noticed that Cora was
smoking too, even though she tried to hide it by continuously holding her
cigarette beneath the bench. We got to talk and Ben asked if both of us could
double date. Cora declined. William looked disappointed. I spoke to Cora
later that night when we sat on the living room sofa together.

  "Hey Cora, why didn't you want to go out with William. He's gorgeous!" I
asked.

  "I know, I know...but...I don't know if I'm ready yet to date." Cora
responded. She looked nervous and decided to light a cigarette. It was so
great watching my best friend of thirty years smoking a cigarette. I was
slowly getting used to this. Of course, she might say the same about me!

  "Cora, you told me a month ago that you were lonely, and now this gorgeous
guy can't keep his eyes off you and you reject him? What are you doing?" I
said.

  "Well, he's OK...I think Ben is cuter though, but William's OK. Amy; do you
know anything about him, William I mean?" Cora asked, speaking as she
exhaled.

  "I know he's a friend of Ben's, and he's gorgeous. C'mon, wouldn't you want
him to get into your pants?" I asked while a cigarette hung from my mouth. I
lit it as Cora's responded.

  "Amy! Don't say those things...I don't even know the guy!!" Cora shouted
out. She became reflective and continued. "Do you really think we should go
out?" Cora asked. 

  "Sure! We can go out to eat dinner or something, and if you like him, we
can come back home and chat. " I said. Whenever I sat on the couch, sloutched
over, arm hanging off the armrest, cigarette dangling from my fingers, Cora
usually agreed to anything I said. I don't know why. I must look wise in that
position, I guess.

  "I guess you're right. If they come and sit with us tomorrow, I guess I'll
go out with him." Cora said, a little reluctantly.

  "Great! Let's do it then." I replied.

   The next day at work, Ben & William came and sat with us. I said it was OK
to double date. Cora let her guard down and showed everyone this time that
she smoked. She took a deep drag, copying mine, not her usual cheek puffing
drag. She asked William if he still wanted to go out with her because she
smoked. He said yes. We decided to go out together Friday night. William
chose a quaint French restaurant in Mid-town. Ben picked us up in his car.
When we got to the restaurant, Ben ordered a bottle of French wine. I knew
this was going to be a long night.

End of Part 1 

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