Back and Forth, Part 4

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BACK AND FORTH
by SSTORYMAN

4.	Corrupting Josh.

   "God, Kylee, I  can't believe we're doing this!"

   Josh was troubled.  His parents' cabin by the lake was dark.  As they
walked in he turned on the overhead light.

   "Hmm, nice place," Kylee nodded approvingly, looking around.  "Very
nice."

   "I don't know what you mean by that, Kylee.  We were here before.  You
act as if you never saw my folks' cabin."

   "Josh, don't be a dumb-ass.  Of course I've been here," she fibbed.
"I simply mean it's nice to be here tonight alone with you."  She impishly
walked up and kissed him on the mouth.  "You're not scared, are you?" she
teased.

   "Yeah, scared shitless.  The last time we came here my parents were out
of town.  God, if they ever find out we've been here I'll be in a lot of
trouble.  I hate lying like this."

   "Hell, Josh, you must take risks to get what you want.  No risk, no
reward.  And I know you want to do this!"  She wandered into the master
bedroom.  Large ashtrays sat on each and every table.  Yeah, Josh's mom was
obviously still quite the smoker!

   She turned and smiled seductively.  "You still want to do it, don't you,
Josh?"

    "Yeah, of course," he panted.  He looked pale and frightened.  "I want
to.  The last time I loved making love with you, Kylee."

   "Of course you did," she said endearingly.  "But it's just sex, Josh.
We're fucking.  That's all.  And do you still_ want_ to fuck me even though
I've turned into a smoker?"

   Excitedly, he nodded.  "I don't like smoking.  But I still want to make
love."

   She sat on the bed and motioned for him to sit beside her.  "Come on,
Josh.  For Christ's sake you can do better than that.  Tell me again exactly
_what_ do you want?"

   "I want to make love," he replied, still breathless with anticipation.

   Kylee let out a mercilessly wicked laugh.  "No, Josh, you want to _fuck_
me!  Be honest.  Tell me you want to fuck me tonight!"

   He hesitated.  She put her hand on his crotch.  "Say it, God damn it!"

   He gulped.  "I want to - I want to fuck you, Kylee."

   "Good boy, Josh.  Your cock's telling me that you _really_ liked saying
that," she added with a twinkle in her eye.  "So say it again, this time
with a little more feeling.  You want what?"

   "I want to fuck you," he repeated with bated breath.  He groaned,
feeling increasing pressure from her hand on his hardening boner.  "God, I
really do want to fuck you, Kylee!"

   "That's better," she laughed.  "You love it when I talk dirty.  The
feeling's mutual.  Despite all your supposed shyness, you love to say the
`f' word.  I know you do."  She squeezed him hard through his pants and he
gasped.  "It gets you so fuckin' hot, doesn't it?  You especially adore
hearing me say the word `fuck.'  You love it, don't you, Josh?"  He
nodded eagerly.

   She had him where she wanted him.  His yearning had reached fever pitch.
He was horny as hell!  His rigid cock strained mightily against the restraint
of his trousers.  Josh was now like putty in her hands, so to speak.  Well,
putty wasn't an apt metaphor because his cock was standing at full salute
and hard as a proverbial rock!

   She kissed him hard on the mouth again and continued to squeeze his cock.
She knew exactly what she was doing.  At that moment whatever she asked of
him, he'd comply.  He'd do almost _anything_ she wanted for the privilege
of finally being allowed into her sweet panties.

   She pulled away.  Slowly, seductively she began to unbutton her blouse.
She purposely wore a shirt with buttons just so she could do this alluring
maneuver.  One by one the buttons fell open.  "I'm not wearing a bra
tonight, Josh," she purred.  "I want you touch my tits.  You want to, too,
don't you?"

   Hesitantly he put his hands on her uncovered breasts.  He gently squeezed
them and she groaned.  Oh God, it _did_ feel good!  But she had to remain in
control of her emotions to make it work properly.

   "Oh God, that's so nice, Josh, honey," she moaned.  "But now I want to
smoke.  I really want to smoke a cigarette while you do that to me, while you
feel up my tits."

   He stopped.  "Damn it, Kylee.  I told you.  I don't think I can stand
having you smoke."

   She returned her hand to his crotch.  "Oh yes you can, Josh.  You have no
choice.  If you want to fuck me tonight you have to let me smoke..  I'll
teach you to feel differently about the smell.  Instead of tobacco smoke
making you feel bad after tonight it'll remind you of fucking me."  She
sighed.  "You do still want to fuck, don't you?"  She squeezed his cock
through his pants.

   His ardor quickly returned.  "God, yeah," he moaned.  "I do!  But
Kylee, do you _have_ to smoke?"

   "Yes, Josh, honey, I _have_ to.  I need cigarettes.  You see, I'm a
smoker now.  And we smokers simply _have_ to smoke whenever the craving hits
us.  We can't help it," she laughed mercilessly.

   She let go of him, got up and crossed the room.  With her blouse wide open
her large lily-white breasts bounced happily up and down inside her shirt.
She retrieved her Benson & Hedges and lighter from her purse.  From a table
she took one of the large ashtrays.

   "There," she said triumphantly as she sat back down on the bed beside
him.  "God, Josh, I am _so_ ready for a cigarette right now," she effused.
She put one in her mouth.  That much was true.  She hadn't smoked since
before Josh picked her up her at eight.  After a half hour ride to the cabin
by the lake, it was after nine by now.

   "Kylee, I don't like this," he whined unhappily.  She could tell.  His
cock lost most of its stiffness judging from the reduced bulge inside his
trousers.

   "Hey, Josh," she suggested seductively putting down her unlit cigarette
for a moment.  "Kiss my breasts and lick `em for awhile.  Will you do
that?"  It was a rhetorical question.  Simply posing it immediately made his
cock harden.  "I'd love that," she groaned.  "It felt so good having your
hands on my tits.  But having you kiss `em will be even better!"  She put
her hand behind his head and pulled him toward her chest.  "Josh, you want
to fuck me.  Remember?  Last time we fucked I loved it.  It felt incredible
having your cock inside me.  God, it was great!  I know you loved it, too.
So tell me again you want to fuck me tonight.  Tell me you want to fuck me
real hard.  I need to hear you say it, baby.  God, it turns me on!"

   Josh was busy gently kissing her breasts.  "Oh God!  I do want to fuck
you, Kylee," he moaned eagerly.  His hands were around her waist and his
head was buried in her open blouse.  His passion had returned full force.
"I want to fuck!"

   "Good, Josh.  Excellent.  Me, too!"  With one hand Kylee raised the
unlit cigarette to her lips and clicked her lighter.  With the other she kept
his head against her chest.  Following a hands-free light up she dragged hard
on the B&H and pulled smoke into her lungs.  God, it felt good, especially
mingled with the ecstasy of having him simultaneously kiss and lick her tits.

   With her burning cigarette dangling she finally let herself become fully
aroused.  She never before smoked during sex but it wasn't really too
difficult.  She'd often dangled cigarettes though never with this such
intense sensual distraction.  The titillation she felt, smoking while Josh
manipulated her tits, was wonderfully intense.

   "Oh God, Josh, that feels _so_ fuckin' good!"  She moaned and reached
again for his crotch.  "Now tell me you think I'm an evil bitch because I
smoke," he whispered.  "Tell me!"

   "You're an evil bitch, Kylee," he submissively murmured between kisses
on her chest.  "God, I hate seeing you smoke so much!"  But despite his
avowed antipathy he became more and more excited and turned on.  She
sniggered.  Yeah, it was working!

   "Now tell me you _love_ seeing me act like a bad, bad girl  Tell me it
makes you hot, Josh, because I know it does.  I can tell you really, really
love this, seeing me smoke and talk and act like a slut.  It makes you want
to fuck me, oh so bad!  Say it!"

   "Oh God, Kylee, it does," he helplessly agreed.  He was caught in her
web.  He'd do or say anything at this point.  He knew it, and she sensed it,
which only increased her own passion.

   She lifted his head and leered.  "Kiss me, Josh," she ordered
mercilessly.  "Now!"

   He whined.  "I don't want to kiss you while you're smoking.  I'd
rather do your tits."

   Ignoring him Kylee dragged on her cigarette before tapping an ash in the
ashtray.  She tipped her head to exhale.  With a resolute stare she used her
free hand, the one not holding her cigarette, to vigorously squeeze his cock,
so hard that he almost lost it.  "Kiss me, damn it," she repeated as
residual wisps of smoke cascaded through her lips.  "Josh, no kiss, then no
pussy!  And I know you want pussy tonight.  So, you _will_ do it, you
fuckin' bastard!  Kiss me, damn it!"

   He cautiously leaned in and lightly planted his lips on hers.  She kissed
him back hard, wildly thrusting her tongue in his mouth while at the same
time rhythmically stroking his throbbing cock through his pants.  Despite his
reluctance Josh couldn't help himself.  He kissed back.  Ignoring the smoky
smell he always detested his tongue found its way into her mouth.

   "Good boy," she teased pulling back and taking another hit from the B&H.
"That wasn't so bad now was it?"  She again tipped her head to begin a
long, slow exhale.  "Now, again!"

   He knew better than to argue.  Their lips locked once more.  He again
tasted the smoky residue inside her mouth.  "I'm really an evil bitch,
Josh," she whispered between kisses, their lips still touching.  "I'm
gonna make you tell me you love this before we fuck.  Tell me you love it!
Say you love tasting smoke when you kiss me. Do it!"

   He groaned because her free hand was working hard on his swollen cock.
"Yeah, I love it," he moaned obediently.  "Anything you want, Kylee.
Anything!"

   She pulled back, dragged again and inhaled.  "No, not good enough," she
urged with smoke still flowing from her lips.  "Tell me you love my smoke,
Josh.  Beg for it because you love it so much and you want more and more of
it!"

   They kissed again and additional bits of her exhaled smoke entered his
mouth.  Due to her expert manipulation his cock was about to lose it.  He
finally relented.  "I want your smoke, Kylee," he gasped between kisses.
"I fuckin' love your smoke!"

   "Yeah, good boy," she laughed evilly.  "That's more like it!"  She
put her cigarette in her lips and hurriedly unzipped his slacks.  They were
damp from the semen already oozing out.  "Oh, my God," she giggled.  "This
big guy wants to come out and play!"  She wrapped one hand around his freed
shaft and began pulling harder on it.  He groaned and closed his eyes.  He
didn't notice her drag again on the cigarette and deeply inhale before
taking it from her lips.  "Another kiss, Josh," she commanded urgently.
"Right now!"

   He leaned in to kiss her again.  This time all the smoke she deposited
deep in her lungs slowly exited her mouth directly into his.  Startled, he
tried to draw back.  But she refused to let him go.  With her hand firmly
against the back of his head she kept his mouth tightly locked onto hers as
she thrust her tongue in and bathed him with exhaled smoke.

   "If you want to fuck me, Josh, that's what you gotta do," she smirked,
finally pulling back.  "If you want in my pants first you must share my
smoke.  Deal?"

   Her free hand was back inside his boxers.  She was in control and he knew
it.  As much as he hated himself for doing it he nodded.  "Okay, Kylee," he
groaned helplessly.  "I'll do it."

   "Yes, you will," she giggled hitting on the B&H while jerking his cock
up and down with her free hand.  "You'll love it because you like me being
bad.  It makes you even harder.  You love it when I act like a real bitch.
And Josh I'm going to be _so_ bad tonight!  You won't know what hit you."
She leaned in to kiss him again.  This time he didn't resist.  She quickly
unloaded another huge exhale into his mouth via a smoky exchange.  "Soon
you'll hardly notice the smoke," she promised crushing her spent cigarette
in the nearby ashtray and immediately reaching for another.  "That's
because before I'm done smoking _this_ cigarette, your big cock'll be
inside of me.  We'll be fucking like rabid dogs!  And though I'll be
pushing smoke into your mouth with every breath you won't fuckin' care."
She paused to light up the second cigarette.  "I promise, baby," she smiled
sweetly, once more taking his throbbing member in her free hand.

   He groaned and compliantly kissed her again.  Her blouse had been cast
aside and her naked breasts and torso shone in glory in the soft reflected
light of the cabin's bedroom.

   Josh was relatively inexperienced at this and she knew he wouldn't last
much longer.  But she didn't want him to come till she further acclimated
him to smoke.  It was time.  "You brought a condom, didn't you?" she
whispered in his ear.

   "Yeah," he gasped, groaning with his rigid cock still in her grasp.  She
ripped out the package and hit extra hard on her cigarette.  "Hold my
cigarette, Josh," she commanded while keeping the inhale deep inside her
chest.  "And I'll slip it on."

   Gingerly but obediently he took Kylee's cigarette as she exchanged it for
the condom.  Deftly stretching it she slid it onto his dick.  As she did she
bent over and covered his mouth with hers, once more releasing smoke into
him.  He didn't fight.  He was far too distracted by the excitement of her
fitting the rubbery latex over his swollen member.

   "I'm finally gonna let you inside me," she teased, leaning back on the
bed and spreading her legs while she pulled off her panties.  "Would you
like that?  Do you want it?"

   Breathless, he nodded eagerly.

   "Yeah, I thought so," she laughed.  As he moved into position she closed
her legs.  "One more thing," she added with a tantalizingly wicked giggle.
"First, you must do one last thing."  He looked with disappointment at her
closed legs.  "First I want to see _you_ drag on my cigarette.  If you do
that for me I'll open my legs and let you in.  Okay?"

   He hesitated but his reluctance dissipated as she began stroking his cock
again.  "Uh, okay," he finally stuttered.  "But I don't like doing this,
Kylee."

   "Don't be silly, Josh," she cooed.  "You _love_ it!"  She began to
work his cock harder.  "Don't give me a negative attitude.  It's worth it.
Don't you think so?  Tell me it is!"

   He was on the edge of ejaculation due to Kylee's constant thrusting.  He
groaned and slowly nodded.  He raised the cigarette to his mouth.  She
laughed and continued to work his dick.  "Yeah, good boy," she groaned as
he took a small drag.  She spread her legs ever so slightly.  "Now, again,
Josh.  Only this time, inhale!"  Seeing his distress she frowned and put her
legs closer together.  "To get `em apart again all you need to do is inhale
some smoke for me, baby.  You had lots of it inside you before when we were
kissing.  I just want to see you do it yourself.  All you have to do is smoke
for me."  She snickered and squeezed his dick.  "Then we'll put this - in
here!"  She spread her legs and laughed out loud.

   Slowly, cautiously he put the cigarette to his lips.  He dragged on it and
this time breathed in some smoke.  All the conditioning Kylee did earlier
helped it go inside without incident.  In a moment a nice, clean exhale came
streaming out of Josh's mouth.

   "Ah, excellent," she laughed wickedly.  "I'm _so_ fuckin' proud of
you, Josh.  That was great.  Now, honey, here's your reward!"  With that
she spread her legs open all the way and moved herself forward on the bed.
Her body was now directly under his.  With his cock still in her hand she
began pushing it into her hole.  He gasped as he felt his member touch her.

   "Yeah, that's nice, isn't it?  Oh baby, this is what you want!"  He
still held the cigarette but she easily took it from his fingers.  She slid
him deeper inside her though her hand still firmly gripped the base of his
shaft.  "God, it feels nice to me, too, Josh.  Oh shit, you're going to
make me come too soon!"  The last statement was purely theatrical but
heightened his sense of urgency.  She took the cigarette and dragged on it,
ignoring the ashes falling onto the bedspread.  After inhaling she pulled him
down on top of her and they kissed again.

   He was breathing deeply.  Without realizing it he inhaled the smoke
streaming from her mouth deep into his lungs.  "Oh God," he gasped, smoke
flowing from his own lips.  "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, Kylee.  Shit!"

   She giggled with wicked delight.  The thrusting motion of his big cock
inside her was touching her G-spot.  "Oh yeah, that's okay, baby.  I'm
ready, too.  Come on, Josh.  Fuck me, baby, yeah, fuck me harder!  God, I
want you to unload it, all of it, inside of me.  Yeah, let it go, baby.  Fill
me up!"  Her own orgasm was gaining momentum.  "Oh shit!  Yeah!  That's
it!  Fuck it, Josh, I'm starting to come.  Fuck me.  Oooh!"

   At that moment he exploded.  After a few last thrusts he fell on top of
her in a quivering mass of flesh.  Meanwhile sheer waves of unending pleasure
violently and repeatedly coursed through her body.  Satisfied and satiated
she continued to quake underneath him for a long time after he stopped
moving.

   Somehow she managed to find the ashtray.  She dropped the burning
cigarette in it during her orgasm.  It continued to harmlessly smolder there
as the two lovers lay exhausted on the bedspread.  He still had on his shirt
and socks; she wore nothing but a big smile.

   Josh was the first to speak.  "God, Kylee, that was unbelievable!"

   "It was pretty good, wasn't it?" she giggled in reply.  "Better than
last time?"

   He smiled and gazed into her eyes.  "Absolutely!  Last time I was just so
nervous.  You know, it was the first time for me and all -."  She grinned
and nodded.  She suspected as much.  Her namesake hadn't made a habit of
doing this with Josh - yet!  "But tonight, God!  You were totally different,
Kylee.  Not that I needed any encouragement, but God, you were amazing!"

   "I'm glad you liked it, Josh.  I did, too.  God, you're _so_ big!  I
was afraid I was going to swallow you whole I was so excited at the end."
She paused.  "So, what did you think about the smoking?"

   He rolled over and his limp dick fell out of her.  Instead of getting up,
he put his arm around her and cuddled against her naked frame.  "It wasn't
bad," he slowly admitted.  "I don't know how you learned to smoke so - so
energetically.  I mean, you never smoked in your life until a couple days
ago."

   She laughed.  "Yeah, but it's sort of like I had a whole other lifetime
of experience as a smoker, Josh, a lifetime you know nothing about."

   "I don't know `bout that.  All I know is it made it more exciting.
I'd never had smoke in my mouth like that.  God, I don't know.  It was
almost cool, I guess," he admitted sheepishly.

   She shivered with delight and pressed against him.  "Josh, do you think
you'd do it with me again?"  Seeing the disbelief on his face, she laughed.
"The smoking part, I mean?"

   "If we repeat the routine I'll do it any time you're up for it," he
teased, kissing her on the cheek.  "I love making love with you."

   "Fucking," she whispered wickedly.  "It's called fucking, Josh.  And I
know you love it!"  She looked down.  "Oh my!  Just as soon as I say the
`f' word that little guy down there starts to get excited again!"  She
turned her head and kissed him on the mouth.  When the kiss was done she
began to twirl her nipples.  "I bet in just a minute you'd be ready to go
again, wouldn't you?"

   Amazed at his own response he simply laughed.  So did she.  She sat up
naked and reached for her pack of Benson & Hedges.  After securing her
lighter she quietly lit up another cigarette.  It tasted good.  She
luxuriantly, almost reluctantly, released a tight stream of smoke through
pursed smiling lips.  She glanced at his torso.  His cock was beginning to
stand up again inside the condom.

   "Apparently my smoking doesn't turn _him_ off," she giggled.  After
another drag she positioned her face directly over his.  "Open," she
ordered, holding her smoke inside.  "I think we should play this game one
more time tonight!"

   And they did.

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   Kylee got home half past midnight.  Thankfully both her parents were in
bed.  They'd never notice that she missed curfew.  She tip-toed up the steps
to her room and clicked on a light after closing the door.

   She felt victorious.  The alteration of Josh Allen wasn't complete.  He
still wasn't a smoker.  But she did succeed in somewhat separating him from
all the grisly former associations he used to have with smoking.  She'd keep
working on him.  It'd just take some time.  Eventually she'd re-make Josh
in her own image.  Soon he, too, would be a smoker.

   There was a knock on the door.  Wearing her nightshirt, she opened it
slightly.

   "Allyson.  God, girl, it's late!  What's up?"

   "Can I come in?"

   Kylee shrugged.  "Yeah, sure."  She opened the door enough for her
little sister to slip in.  "I figured everyone was asleep.  I didn't see
your light on."

   "I was lying in bed awake," the younger girl admitted.  "I guess it's
`cause I can't believe I let you talk me into trying a cigarette earlier
tonight."

   Kylee smiled.  Yeah, she'd been busy, hadn't she?  Busy and successful.
"What's wrong, Al?  It seemed to me you liked it okay."

   "I did," the fourteen year old agreed.  "That's the problem.  I never
thought I'd want to be a smoker.  When Mom and Dad started smoking last
year, I swore I'd never do it.  Never."  She sighed.  "The trouble is,
Kylee, I liked it a lot.  I think I want to do it again."

   "That's no surprise.  This year you've been in a house constantly
_full_ of second hand smoke.  Your lungs are undoubtedly already broken in
from breathing Mom and Dad's smoke.  You'll adjust fine to being a smoker,
Al.  Don't worry.  I guarantee it."

   "Yeah, I suppose," she groaned.  Then she just sat there.

   Oh my God, Kylee realized.  Allyson really came in tonight because she
wants another cigarette!  She's too embarrassed to admit it, but she wants
to smoke again.

   "Hey, do you want to try it with me again, Al?"  She smiled at her
sweetly.

   "Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," she replied, trying to seem nonchalant and
genuinely surprised by the offer.  "Okay, yeah, I think I'd like to try it
again."

   Kylee shook out two Benson & Hedges and gave one to her sister.  It still
seemed weird to smoke openly in her room.  Back in her world, if she and
Allyson wanted to smoke, they secretly sneaked out into the park behind the
house.  But not here!

   "What are you thinking about, Ky?"

   She smiled.  "Oh, nothing, Al."  She clicked her lighter and held out
the flame.  The blond fourteen year old caught it and took a modest puff.
Following a moderate inhale, she let go of a thin stream of smoke.

   Kylee lit hers up, too.  Her drag was more proficient, more powerful, and
her inhale much deeper.  She remembered Allyson at home back when she first
started smoking.  She looked just like this Allyson, hesitant, unsure of
herself, but eager to continue and learn.  She sighed.  God, it was weird!

   "Thanks for letting me smoke again," Allyson began.  "I'm not quite
ready to do it in front of Mom and Dad.  They'll be glad, though, won't
they?"

   "Yeah, they'll be delighted," Kylee agreed wistfully.

   "You seem preoccupied, Ky.  Did everything go okay with Josh?"

   She smiled at her sister.  In her world she never hid anything from
Allyson.  No reason to do it differently here.  "It was fabulous.  We went
to his parents' place up at the lake.  We did it.  You know?"

   "You fucked?" asked the fourteen year old innocently.  "Yeah, I
figured."

   Kylee exhaled a long stream of smoke.  "Really?  Why?  How?"

   "Because you look so happy.  Sort of like you looked last time you and
Josh did it."

   Kylee sighed.  Yeah, she _did_ feel good, and not only due to getting
laid.  "Hey, Al.  Do me a favor.  Tell me how you felt last year when Mom
and Dad started smoking?"

   Her sister looked at her strangely.  "Ky, you remember."

   "Humor me," she smiled, watching her sister release a slightly more
impressive exhale.

   "Well, I don't know `bout you, but I definitely saw it coming.  All the
articles in the paper, everybody talking about how smoking had actually
gotten good for you."  She tapped an ash in the ashtray and puffed again.
As she inhaled she went on.  "So I wasn't surprised.  But President Gore
made that speech; remember?  The one where he announced he started?"  Smoke
was pouring from Allyson's mouth.  "When he issued his executive order to
get rid of the ban on smoking in federal buildings, I knew it was only a
matter of time till Mom jumped on the bandwagon.  She's _so_ political.  If
the head of the Democratic Party does it today, she'll be doing it tomorrow,
or sooner."  She laughed at herself and without thinking instinctively
manicured her cigarette in the ashtray.  "But it upset me.  You remember.
Our house right away turned into - God, I don't know what.  It was the
constant smell that bothered me.  That and seeing Mom and then Dad, too
smoking all the time.  It just seemed - I don't know, wrong or something.
Different."

   Allyson raised her cigarette.  She puffed modestly.  "It's funny.  Ky,
you were right after all.  I hate that about you.  You're _always_ right!
Smoking doesn't seem so bad now that it's _me_ who's doing it."  She
turned her head to exhale.  The smoke flowed from Allyson's lips
effortlessly.  "Maybe I should've done this a long time ago.  Maybe we both
should've."

   "Yeah, maybe," Kylee nodded, not really listening.  She was thinking how
different it happened in her world.  Different but with the same result.
Except back in her world, Allyson's sister, her counterpart, was an anti.
She wondered how her real sister, the other Allyson, the one who smoked, had
adjusting to it?  The thought made her feel strangely sad.

   Kylee sighed and gazed at this Allyson who was happily enjoying only her
second cigarette ever.  "Al, we should tell Mom and Dad.  It's worth it.
They'll be psyched!  But now, I'm bushed.  I gotta go to bed."  She
smiled.  "If you want take the rest of my pack.  Just don't smoke in bed!"

   "I'll wait till tomorrow to smoke again," Allyson blushed, crushing out
her B&H in Kylee's ashtray.  "Thanks, Ky.  Yeah, I _do_ want to tell Mom
and Dad.  But I want you here when I do.  How about at dinner tomorrow?"
She giggled.  "I might want to smoke like, more or something."  She laughed
again.  "Eventually I might even want to smoke all the time, like you."

   "You probably will."  Kylee gave her a parting hug.  "G'night,
Allyson.  Thanks for listening to me tonight, and after dinner, too."

   "No, thank you, Kylee," the younger girl smiled back.  She wiggled her
fingers and sniffed them.  "You straightened me out again!"

   As Allyson left, Kylee realized she was insatiably curious about what was
going on in her universe back home.  Was the other Kylee wondering?  One way
to find out.  Still wearing her nightshirt, she went into the bathroom and
searched for the invisible step into her hiding place.  For some reason it
seemed to have shifted slightly.  Finally finding it, she lifted herself up
inside.

   At first she saw and heard nothing.  After a moment she heard the familiar
sound of footsteps approaching.  "Kylee, is that you?" she called into the
mist.

   "Yeah, well, who else do you think would be here?" came the sarcastic
response.  The other Kylee came into view wearing the identical nightshirt.

   "God, we do think alike," Kylee smiled, glad to see her counterpart this
time.  "I bet you've been wondering how things are going back in your
universe?"

   The other Kylee nodded.  "I just talked to Allyson; your Allyson.  It
made me wonder.  It also made me a little sad."  She smiled.  "I guess we
really are the same."  She laughed.  "Same nightshirt tonight, even!"

   "So what's happening at home?  Is Allyson adjusting to her sister being
a non-smoker?"

   The other Kylee sat down cross-legged.  "I guess.  It freaked her out.  I
couldn't say I wasn't really her sister.  So instead I told her I decided
to quit.  She's tried to talk me out of it, or rather back into it."  She
sighed.  "Allyson adores you, Kylee.  The fact that she smokes and suddenly
I'm not upsets her.  I guess you guys used to sneak out and smoke together a
lot?"

   Kylee nodded.  "All the time.  The last few months we spent lots of time
smoking.  I shouldn't have corrupted her like that, but it's been really
nice having a live-in smoking buddy."

   "So, what about my Allyson?" the other girl asked.  "How's she doing?"

   Kylee fidgeted.  "I shouldn't tell you.  But you deserve to know.  I
pressured Allyson to smoke."  She paused.  "Tonight she gave in.  Allyson,
your Allyson, smoked her first cigarette ever in my room - I mean, your
room."

   Her counterpart was silent.  "Fuck," she finally muttered.  "God,
you're really screwing up my life, aren't you?"

   Kylee laughed.  "I'm not screwing it up.  I'm fixing it.  Tomorrow
Allyson will tell Mom and Dad.  They'll be delighted.  I must say, Kylee,
the fact that smoking's _good_ for you in your universe makes it easier to
get people to try it.  Allyson fell right into it.  She's a natural!"

   "And Josh?  How's he doing?"

   "He's fine," Kylee fudged.  "Did you know Josh is anti-smoking due to
emotional scars left by his mom's cancer?"  The other girl nodded.  "I
told Josh it's bullshit.  I said I'd help him get over those feelings.  So
tonight, well, he and I went up to his parents' cabin.  And you know what
that means!"

   "Oh my God!  You fucked my boyfriend?"

   Kylee laughed.  "Yeah, but come on.  He's _my_ boyfriend, too, dumb-ass,
since I'm you.  I mean -.  God, you know what I mean!"

   "So Josh is smoking now, too?"

   "Not quite.  Tonight I smoked while we fucked.  The poor boy was so damn
horny he'd let me do anything.  I blew smoke in his mouth each time we
kissed."  She laughed.  "It was way cool.  By the end Josh wasn't so
bothered by the smoke.  With a little prodding I think Josh will come around
soon."  She paused.  "I suppose that doesn't please you, either?"

   The other Kylee shook her head.  "Damn!  I'm barely holding my own in
your world, but you're fuckin' changing nearly everything in mine!"

   Kylee smiled.  "That tells you something!  It's a hell of a lot easier
to get people into smoking than it is to get them out.  You'll never
convince Allyson to quit.  And not the Karyn in my universe, either."  She
paused.  "But how are Mom and Dad?"

   "They're fine," the other Kylee shrugged.  "How about in my universe?"

   "They're fine, too.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

   "I suppose," the other Kylee laughed despite herself.  "I like being in
a world where no one smokes, but I feel funny.  I guess I miss my universe a
little."

   "Yeah, me, too," Kylee agreed.  "But, you don't want to go back, do
you?"

   "No, I don't think so," the other Kylee defiantly shook her head.
"It's just that -.  God, I don't know.  I just felt I had to talk to you
tonight to find out how things are going back home."

   Kylee smiled.  "This'll sound weird.  But you know what?  Kylee, I
really do like you."

   "That's not weird.  Of course you do.  We're the same person."

   "Not exactly," Kylee replied.  "In my world all my friends smoke.  But
you don't.  It doesn't matter, though.  I like you anyway."

   "No, we're still the same."  The other Kylee shook her head and
grinned.  "It's no surprise that you and I like each other.  It'd be weird
if we didn't."  She paused.  "None of my friends smoke.  But I like you,
too."

   Kylee laughed.  "Correction.  None of your friends _used to_ smoke.  I'm
changing that.  You'll have to deal with it when you go back."

   "Don't you mean if I go back?"

   "Whatever."  She nervously looked at her watch.  She opened her mouth,
and as she spoke, her counterpart said the same thing.  "It's time for me
to go back."  They both laughed.

   "Let's talk again tomorrow," the other Kylee giggled as she turned to
walk away.  "You know, Karyn and Allyson are both really after me to smoke
with them."

   "And I bet you're thinking about it, aren't you?  Be honest!"

   "I dunno.  Smoking's more appealing now that I'm not supposed to.  The
danger kind of intrigues me."  She shuddered.  "God!  I never thought I'd
admit to any interest in smoking!"

   The other Kylee was disappearing into the mist.  "Well, good luck,"
Kylee shouted.  "I suggest you give it a try.  You'd like it.  I can say
that, because as you said, we're just the same!"

   She stepped down from her hiding place back into the bathroom.  She
cautiously took a deep breath, to carefully sniff the air.  She sighed.
Yeah, she was still in the smoking universe.  She felt content here in this
world; delighted really.  But she was glad to hear what was going on back
home.  Sitting at the desk in her room she took a cigarette from her pack and
lit up.  Home?  God, I don't know, she mused.  Maybe _this_ is my home now!
She sighed wistfully, exhaling smoke in the process.

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