Anette, Part 2

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I awoke with Anette still asleep in my arms, her head resting against my
chest. I was, at first, surprised that the previous night wasn't a dream. I
reached over for the pack of Marlboros, and Anette stirred. Her naked body
shuddered slightly, and after a hacking cough to clear her tarred-up throat,
she looked up and smiled at me.
   "Morning," she whispered, her voice a silky smooth soft rasp. I kissed
her on the lips, offered her a cigarette which she gratefully accepted, and
lit her up. Anette took her first drag of the day, sucking three times
before inhaling more deeply than usual, and then sighing with relief as she
exhaled from her lips and nose. We each slipped into one of my gowns, and
sat close together on my small couch. Anette chain smoked as we talked.
   "How long are you staying in the city?" I asked. Anette drew heavily on
her Marlboro.
   "In a week I'm going home to Cedarwood." Cedarwood was her family's
country estate. It emerged that she had become bored living there, and
intent on changing the subject, slipped off the white gown I'd given her, to
reveal her bronzed and toned naked body, and moved on to my crotch. I got
the sense that Anette became aroused due to our conversation as well as our
physical contact.
   "I don't want to talk about me, tell me about you," she mock-pleaded. My
story, which I'd always thought was interesting, sounded to me as boring as
anything as I watched the beautiful Anette puff on her Marlboro, sitting in
my lap. I told her that my father, who I had never known, had been jailed
when I was two, and that I had rarely attended school, brought myself up and
taught myself, eventually aspiring to the most prestigious college in the
country. Anette nodded, smiled, smoked. I felt that she somehow already knew
all of what I was telling her. When I was done, Anette threw her cigarette
aside and, sensing that I was now rock hard, began to remove my gown. We
kissed furiously, I kissed her from her gorgeous lips, to her perfect
breasts, all the way down to her toes. Anette lit another Marlboro, leaving
it dangling from her lips as I entered her. We broke into an explosive
rhythm, I ground myself into Anette and she began gasping for breath,
cigarette still between her lips, the hot ash burning both our bodies as we
had frenzied sex.

   We spent nearly all the following week together. I hardly attended one
lecture, but I wasn't concerned. We talked about our lives, our hopes for
the future. We walked about town together, I took her for a drive in the
country.
Anette smoked throughout. She told me she needed three packs a day, but that
she'd smoked five packs in a day before. I challenged her to show me, and
she did, allowing me to light one cigarette after another for her.
   On our final day together, we spent twenty hours in bed. We made love,
drank vodka straight from the bottle, and as Anette smoked one pack of
Marlboros after another, I lay there caressing her perfect body. Anette
joked that smoking herself to death did wonders for her figure, and was much
more enjoyable than the jogging ten miles, as I did twice a week. I had to
agree. All good things must come to an end though, and this was no
exception. Sort of.

Anette returned to Cedarwood at the end of the week, but we kept in touch.
In our letters we each expressed our longing to be together, and the sound
of Anette's soothing smoke-cured voice over the telephone regularly left me
in a state that only an ice cold shower could remedy. As many times as my
schedule would allow, we would meet up. I would borrow a car and drive down
to the village next to Cedarwood, where Anette would be waiting. She always
looked stunning - I was never disappointed. I would bring her gifts of
Marlboro packs and she would smoke the entire pack just to say thankyou. We
would walk hand in hand through the picturesque village, in the summer
Anette would be barefoot, totally uninhibited, with a cigarette dangling
from her lips, only so be removed when she softly spoke.
   I was even able to meet Anette's parents. Though I had never experienced
the wealth and luxury that the Cawoods lived in, Anette had told me that I
would not be nervous, that I would walk into Cedarwood House as if I owned
it, and sure enough I did. Whilst I had never been a fan of the bourgeoisie,
even I could not deny that Anette was at her most elegant in the luxurious
setting of Cedarwood House. The way she lit her cigarettes, with a glass in
one hand, against the backdrop of the oak panelled room, convinced me that
she was the most stunning, beautiful and intelligent lady I'd ever met. Her
liberal and carefree personality, when it came to smoking, sex and anything
else, was the perfect antidote to the otherwise stuffy world in which she
had grown up.


   Earlier this year I started my final year at college. I'd worked every
hour available and applied for every loan from the bank just so that I could
pay for a place of my own, and Anette could move in. And it has been worth
it. To spend a day with this beautiful lady, as she smokes her way through
three packs of Marlboros a day, is beyond my wildest dreams. That Anette
feels the same way about me is unreal. She has a natural beauty which allows
her to wear the simplest clothes - a plain white shirt, sometimes tied up
exposing her slender midriff, a pair of old Levis and bare feet - and still
look stunning. She smokes naturally and effortlessly, allowing her cigarette
to dangle from her fresh young lips for minutes on end, as if it were part
of her smooth, sensuous body. Unafraid of the health risks, she flaunts her
smoking, but in a beautifully understated way. Annette feels that no-one can
stop her enjoying her life, living for the moment. She never excercises, yet
her body is toned and youthful. During the summer, Anette is quite
uninhibited, wearing clothes that expose as much of her beautiful skin as is
possible, yet always appearing naturally elegant. Her lit cigarette is ever
present, either between her perfect fingers or clamped in her sensuous lips.
When her naked body is next to mine, I can hear and feel her smokers chest
heavily drawing in air. Her early morning cough sounds so deep and warm it
breaks my heart. Her silky rasping voice caresses my mind just as the
cigarette smoke caresses Anette's lungs. She is a beautifully lawless lover.

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