Back and Forth, Part 9

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BACK AND FORTH
by SSTORYMAN

9.	Completing the Task.

   Kylee and Karyn left their last class.  It was three fifteen.

   "What was that message the office brought to you during the class?"
Karyn asked.  "It was really weird.  What was so important they had to bring
you a note?"

   Kylee grimaced.  "It's a message from Mom.  The receptionist took it
down.  The note says, "Getting it today.  Late for dinner.  Order pizza.
Home at six thirty.  Tonight we go back."

   "God, what's all that mean?"

   "It means Mom found somebody to give her the Sheridan inoculation.  She
wants me to be ready to return to our universe tonight after all."  They
stepped into the hall.  Kylee got out a Benson & Hedges 100 and put it in her
mouth.  "I guess it's good."  She sighed as she lit up.  "Sort of."

   "What do you mean, sort of?"

   Kylee shrugged and exhaled a long stream of smoke as they began walking
down the hall to their lockers.  "I dunno.  I sort of got used to the idea
that we'd be here awhile.  It didn't look like Mom could get her
inoculation right away.  But if she did it means I have to return to my own
stupid non-smoking universe."

   "But I thought you wanted to go back home?  That's what you said,
Kylee."

   "Yeah, I do want to go back," the blond girl admitted a bit reluctantly.
"I miss you and my sister in the other universe.  But I hate to think about
returning to the hassle of not being able to smoke whenever I want."  She
took a hard drag on her cigarette and impulsively turned it into a
double-pump.  "I love to smoke _so_ much, Karyn.  God, I really do!  I've
really gotten used to this," she smiled while pausing to release a
prodigious exhale.

   "If you do go back, Kylee, I'm gonna miss you," confessed the other
girl.  "Of course I like the real Kylee, the one who belongs here.  I'm
still just a neophyte, but I think I already like being a smoker.  And I
don't know for sure what it'll be like when the other Kylee comes back."

   "I don't know, either," Kylee agreed.  "But I have to go back.  I
really must.  As much as I love most things about this place, I don't belong
here."  She took a hit on her cigarette and then held it out to Karyn.
"Here.  Want a drag?"

   Karyn let out a little giggle.  "Yeah, okay."  She treated herself to a
quick modest drag before returning the cigarette to Kylee.  "Thanks," she
said, exhaling.  "You know, I bet you'll miss Josh.  I wasn't kidding at
lunch.  I wish I was fucking that big hunk on a regular basis."

   "Well, I guess I'll have one last fling with Josh Allen before I go.
With no Josh in my world I will miss him.  But who knows?"  She winked at
her friend.  "If the other Kylee doesn't come back as a serious smoker
maybe Josh will dump her.  By the time I'm done with him today I guarantee
Josh will never again think about sex without also desperately wanting a
cigarette!"

   "God, Kylee, you're fuckin' evil," Karyn laughed.  "But wait a sec.
I was coming over to talk to your mom this afternoon.  I want to hear her
talk about the other universe.  Not that I don't believe you," she assured
her.  "But I'd like to talk to her.  Now how can I do that?"

   Kylee shrugged.  "I dunno.  Mom won't be home this afternoon anyway.
Stop over later, before nine."  She sighed.  "That's when we'll be going
back."

   "Maybe I can hang around with Allyson.  She and I can smoke," Karyn
giggled.  "I can be at your house when the other Kylee and Ms. Bergen come
back.  That'd be kind of cool!"

   "It works for me," Kylee laughed.  "Let's just wait and see what
happens.  But right now I gotta find Josh.  I need to fuck the poor boy into
smoking one last time before I leave him."

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   Vicki pulled up in front of Alexis Bennett's house.  She turned off the
car's engine and looked at her watch.  It was a few minutes before three
thirty.  She felt uneasy.  If only she had more time or some leverage.  If
she did she'd have tried to negotiate with Alexis.  But she didn't.  She
had to get out of this universe and go home.  She groaned.  She couldn't
imagine having sex with Alexis.  Never in her life had she ever been with a
woman.  Although she was trying not to smoke more than absolutely necessary
and she'd already smoked way more than was smart, her edginess finally got
the better of her.  She reached in her purse and got out the pack of Marlboro
Menthol 100s Gina gave her.  Her hand trembled as she put one in her mouth
and lit up.  She cursed herself for smoking.  But feeling thick, rich
metholated smoke inside her was a great relief.  She pulled it deep into her
lungs and waited for it to soak in.  It didn't disappoint!

   It wasn't that Alexis was unattractive. No, in point of fact she was
absolutely adorable.  Alexis had a certain cocky sexiness about her.  It was
undeniable.  Plus she was good looking for a woman in her mid forties.
Alexis had a shapely body, pleasant face, nice skin and gorgeous hair.  Vicki
drew on her cigarette, trying to imagine herself kissing Alexis on the mouth.
She quivered and dragged a second time, pulling more and more mentholated
smoke deep into her lungs.  It was hard to even think about!  And yet -.
Somewhere deep within her psyche she knew there was something that intrigued
her about this unexpected sexual experiment.

   For years Bob completely ignored her sexually.  That's why it surprised
her when this world's Bob came onto her.  She tried not to dwell on it but
she was sex starved and she knew it.  It partly explained why she wasn't
totally horrified by Alexis' proposal.  It was also probably why she didn't
turn her down flat.  Something inside _wanted_ to try having sex with Alexis.
She shuddered and drew on her cigarette.  She had a hard time coming to grips
with her feelings about it all.

   She also had a hard time getting a handle on her feelings about smoking.
As she exhaled yet another thick stream into her car she had to admit she
definitely was of two minds about it.  Part of her brain urged her to smoke
no more than necessary to play her twin's part.  But another part reveled in
the smoking experience and wanted to do it as much as possible.  She sighed.
God, she loved to smoke!  That was apparent.  Her ambivalent outlook came not
from a hatred of cigarettes but from a fear of withdrawal.  Kylee predicted
that ultimately she might decide not to quit when they went back.  She
shuddered.  God, if her daughter only knew how close she was to being right!

   A car drove up and pulled in the driveway.  It was Alexis.  Dragging on
her cigarette Vicki began to open her door.  As she did he realized she never
cracked the window!  Shit!  She'd been smoking in a closed car, for God's
sake!  But she never even noticed.  With a sigh she realized it was one more
piece of evidence demonstrating her slide down the slippery slope towards
being an addicted smoker all over again.  Smoke flowed from her lips as she
slid out the driver's seat and headed toward the front door of Alexis'
house.

   "Hi, Vicki," Alexis greeted her.  "So glad you could make it."

   "Fuck you, Alexis," she replied.  "Did you bring the vaccine or
whatever the hell it is?"

   Alexis laughed.  "Actually, Vicki dear, it's both `fuck me' _and_
`fuck you' today.  And yeah, I got the stuff.  It's right here."

   Before going in Vicki dropped her cigarette to the ground.  She needn't
have bothered.  Alexis had a lovely home that reeked of stale cigarette
smoke.  Vicki had to smile.  In her world the Alexis Bennett she knew would
die before touching a cigarette!  But this Alexis clearly smoked constantly.

   "So which do we do first?" Alexis asked playfully.

   "The shot," Vicki answered.  "It's really important to me."

   Alexis opened her purse and got a small vial of medicine, a syringe and an
alcohol swab.  She began preparing the injection.  "Tell me again, Vicki.
Exactly _why_ do you think you need another inoculation?  I never heard of
this.  Something has you worried.  Tell me what it is."

   "If I did, Alexis, you wouldn't believe it."  She sighed and rolled up
her sleeve.  "But why is everyone so paranoid about giving me this shot?  Do
bad things happen to people who get too much of the Sheridan treatment?"

   "Nope," Alexis said while filling the syringe.  "I reread this
technical data leaflet in the package here and then double-checked it on the
internet."  She held up a little folded-up brochure covered with fine print.
"The recommended dose was formulated purely by trial and error.  The
suggested adult dose is the minimum you need.  There's no indication anyone
ever had serious complications from taking more."

   A light bulb went on.  "Hey, Alexis.  Do you mind if I take that leaflet?
Does it describe the Sheridan treatment?"

   Her doctor friend nodded.  "Yeah, but it's mostly technical mumbo-jumbo.
You sure you want it?"

   Vicki nodded.  She took it and folded it in her purse.  "Okay then, so if
there's no bad side effects then why in the hell wouldn't my daughter's
doctor give it to me this morning?"

   "Probably because he can't get reimbursed by national health care.  This
is expensive shit, you know," she said, pointing to the vial.  "Eighty
bucks a treatment."  She paused.  "You sure you want this?  Why won't you
tell me why you're willing to fuck me to get it?"

   Vicki gulped.  Then she had an idea.  "My daughter had some routine blood
work done after she had an accident a few days ago," she began.  "The
results showed no evidence of the Sheridan treatment.  Her doctor checked her
arm to look at the scar.  But there's no scar on her arm.  So Kylee got
another shot this morning.  Well, I looked at my arm.  Sure enough, I don't
have a scar anymore either.  So I wanted to make sure I got another shot,
too."

   "I see," Alexis nodded, clearly not convinced.  "This will hurt for
just a second."  She poked the syringe in Vicki's arm and injected its
contents.  "Hmm.  You're right.  You don't have the telltale scar.
That's weird."  She pulled it out.  "But why the hurry?  What's the rush?
Why can't you wait till your doctor checked your blood?"

   Vicki scrambled for an answer to that question.  "Uh, well, you see,
Alexis, several months back I felt a lump in my right breast.  Maybe I'm
paranoid, but I was afraid I might have breast cancer.  That's why I want to
get the shot as fast as possible."

   Alexis set down the syringe and vial.  She put her hand on Vicki's
shoulder.  "Hmm.  You know what?  Maybe I should check your breast, honey."
She grinned wantonly.  "Perhaps I should see what it feels like!"

   "Um, okay, but I need a cigarette first," Vicki countered.  She wasn't
just buying time.  She honestly _did_ feel she needed one.  "Can I have one
of your extra long ones, Alexis?"

   "Vicki, I'm not dumb.  I know what you're doing," Alexis replied with
a laugh.  "You're stalling.  But it won't work.  I'll get you sooner or
later.  I promise.  But I don't mind if we smoke first.  I wouldn't mind
having another one myself."  She took out her box of Saratoga Menthol 120s
and handed one to Vicki.  "Here you go, honey.  Enjoy."

   Alexis offered her a light.  The anxious blond eagerly accepted.  She
impatiently double-pumped her long cigarette.  Twin streams of smoke gushed
from her nostrils before eventually she pulled the rest of the smoke down
into her chest.  "Oh God, that's good," she groaned.  "I'm just a little
nervous, you know, Alexis.  Sorry."

   Alexis lit up hers.  "Don't worry, honey.  No need to be nervous."  She
pushed out a thick plume of exhaled smoke.  "I'll take real good care of
you, honey.  I promise.  Making love to me isn't a death sentence, for
God's sake.  I want you to feel good, honey.  Real good!  In fact, if you
don't like it I'll buy you a carton of these Saratogas."

   Vicki smiled.  "That sounds great.  I like these longer ones, Alexis."
She again double-pumped on the 120 millimeter cigarette.  "I really like
these."

   "I'm glad, Vicki," Alexis cooed.  "Now start unbuttoning your blouse."

   "What?"

   "Just what I said.  I want to inspect your tits."

   "But -.  But I'm not done with my cigarette!"

   "I never said I'd let you finish it before we got down to business,"
Alexis countered, letting out an evil laugh.  "I just said I didn't mind
you smoking.  We can smoke and fool around.  So off with your shirt.
Stalling won't make it easier, babe.  So let's see those tits!"

   Vicki was stuck.  She put the long cigarette in her mouth and complied.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  Without being asked she took it off
altogether.

   "Now your bra," Alexis directed.  "You got your shot.  Now I want to
see your big tits."

   Vicki did a hands-free drag on her Saratoga.  She sucked smoke in her
chest and released it around the dangling cigarette while unhooking her bra.
It dropped to her lap.  "Shit, I feel so weird doing this," she admitted
with a nervous twitter.  "Please be gentle with me, Alexis."

   Alexis moved onto the couch and sat next to her.  "Don't worry, Vicki.
I will be very gentle."  She put one hand on her nervous friend's breasts.
She began to squeeze them.  "There!  Doesn't that feel nice?"

   Vicki's cigarette remained in her mouth.  She involuntarily drew on it.
"Uh huh," she whispered.  "Oh my God.  It does!"

   It sure did.  It made her feel surprisingly aroused.  She closed her eyes
and let smoke drift in and out of her mouth while she breathed heavily.
Meanwhile Alexis expertly massaged her breasts.  Despite her prior
trepidation Vicki felt herself get wet between the legs.

   "God, you're so fuckin' gorgeous, Vicki," Alexis whispered sincerely.
"Shit, I've wanted you for years.  Constantly teasing you about becoming a
lesbian was never just a joke.  I wanted to make love to you so bad.  So what
if you've never done this?  You just need a woman like me to love you.  Now,
take that fuckin' cigarette out of your mouth so I can kiss you!"

   Vicki did.  Alexis leaned closer.  She placed her mouth on hers.  They
kissed gently.  The entire time Alexis continued to knead her tits.

   "Oh my!  Hey, that wasn't so bad," Vicki gasped breathlessly before
taking a quick hit on her cigarette for some nicotine comfort.

   "Course not," Alexis laughed.  She hit on hers.  "It's not bad at
all," she sighed as she continued to feel Vicki's breasts.  "Honey, I
promise you'll love this.  I absolutely guarantee it."  She exhaled smoke
directly at her still hesitant face.  "This is about pleasure, babe.  Lots
of pleasure.  Before we're done today you'll beg for more of what I've
got!"

   Suddenly Alexis stopped.  "Hey, wait a minute.  What the hell is this?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "This," Alexis repeated while feeling Vicki's right breast.  "Oh my
God!  I recognize this!  It looks like you had a biopsy done on your right
breast, pretty recently, too."

   Vicki froze.  "Uh, yeah, but so what?"

   Alexis shook her head.  "Vicki, nobody does biopsies now.  With the
Sheridan treatment there's no point.  Lumps are always benign.  But some
doctor sure as hell did one on you!"  She hit on her Saratoga.  "Who's
your ob?"

   "Dr. Lalak," she gulped.

   Alexis frowned.  "Vicki, something weird is going on.  I know Lalak.
Lalak sure as hell wouldn't do a biopsy!  She wouldn't worry about a lump
in the first place.  But even if she feared the Sheridan treatment wore off
or never took hold, which might mean the lump was cancerous -.  Hell, Lalak
would just give you another inoculation.  Just like I did."  She narrowed
her eyes into little slits.  "Vicki, you're not telling me the whole story.
Something fishy is going on.  Why don't you come clean?"

   Vicki gulped.  She quickly raised her cigarette to her mouth.  Her fingers
trembled as she sucked hard.  "Does this mean we're not going to make
love?"

   Alexis laughed.  "It depends on what you tell me.  I want to.  But first
let's play true confessions."

   Vicki nodded as smoked erupted from her nostrils.  "Okay, Alexis.  Let me
tell you the whole fuckin' story -."

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   Josh and Kylee pulled up to his parents' cabin in his car.  It was a
quarter till four.

   "Josh, sometimes we forget to say the things that are really important,"
Kylee sighed.  "I just want you to know that whatever happens tomorrow, I
really do like you.  I mean it.  You're a great guy."  She smiled weakly.
"I just wanted to say it for the record."

   "Shit, Kylee.  Are you breaking up with me?"

   "God, no," she laughed.  "Not at all.  It's just that -.  Oh, never
mind.  Come on, let's get inside.  I've really been looking forward to
this."  She squeezed his hand as they approached the front door.  "I love
fucking you, Josh.  And I really want to see you smoke for me, too!"

   Once inside Kylee made a beeline for the bedroom.  "Come on, baby.
Let's not waste any time.  Did you get what I told you?"

   Josh nodded as he sat on the queen-size bed.  "A pack of Marlboro Lights
100s."

   "For now these are better for you to smoke, babe," Kylee grinned.
"They're not as strong as mine.  You can break in slow, get used to
nicotine without overdosing.  Eventually you'll want a stronger brand like
mine.  But for the time being, these will be better."  She paused.  "So
let's see you do it."

   Josh self-consciously opened the pack.  He withdrew a cigarette and put it
in his mouth.  He hesitated.  "Explain again why I have to do this?"

   "Because, Josh," she laughed.  "Because _I_ smoke, and because it
won't work for us to be together long-term if you don't.  See, I can't get
close to a non-smoker.  To me smoking's way too important to be just a
matter of your personal preference.  I love it, and I want to smoke all the
time, as much as I possibly can.  I'm totally addicted to nicotine.  If you
want to be my boyfriend and my lover, you have to share that addiction."
She reached for her lighter and giggled.  "God, I'm so excited to see
this," she smiled.  "I so much want you to smoke!"

   He leaned toward the dancing flame from her lighter.  Ignition!  He took a
modest drag and warily inhaled a little smoke into his chest.

   "Oh yeah," Kylee sighed happily as she watched smoke flow from his
mouth.  "Do it for me again, Josh, baby!"

   He did, a little more confidently.  Kylee clapped her hands and reached
for her own cigarettes.  "That's great, Josh.  How does it feel?"

   "Weird," he admitted.  She lit up a B&H for herself.  "These are a
little easier to smoke than my mom's Camel 100s."

   Kylee double pumped her cigarette and leaned close.  "Kiss me, Josh,"
she whispered urgently while holding the inhaled smoke in her chest.  "Now!"

   He obediently put his mouth on hers and allowed her to release a huge
volume of smoke.  He sucked it in, almost greedily, while their lips were
engaged.

   "You see, Josh?  Smoking makes you feel good.  Every time you smell smoke
from now on it'll remind you of kissing and fucking me.  Now, you do it to
me!"

   He dragged his Marlboro Light 100 and turned.  Their lips locked.  He
released an exhale into her mouth.  She hungrily gobbled it in, pulling it
deep in her chest.  "Oh, very nice," she cooed as wisps of the residual
exhale left her mouth.  "God, Josh, it gets me so excited when you feed me
smoke like that."  She hit on her B&H.  "Don't you like turning me on?"

   He nodded.  "I want to fuck, Kylee," he pleaded.  "I'm so hot I can
hardly stand it."

   "Okay, but first tell me that now you _love_ to smoke," she instructed.
"Tell me you want to learn to smoke all the time."

   "I love to smoke, Kylee," Josh whispered in her ear.  "I want to be
able to smoke constantly from now.  I never want to quit.  And I don't want
you to quit, either.  I love how smoking makes you happy.  I want it to make
me happy in the same way."

   "Very good, honey.  Now I have a surprise."  She began to unzip his
pants.  Of course he was already quite hard.  In a flash she pulled the
slacks down and had her free hand on his shaft.  "Today's your lucky day,
Josh.  You're going to experience every man's dream."

   "What's that?"

   "A blow job," she laughed.  "I'm going to jerk you off with your cock
in my mouth.  How does that sound?"

   Josh just groaned.

   "There's only one thing I want in return.  I want you to put your
cigarette in her mouth and leave it there.  I want you to taste smoke with
every breath while I suck your cock and jack you off.  I want you to
associate the incredible feeling with smoke.  Can you do that for me?"

   He nodded.  He put his cigarette in his mouth and left it there.  

   Kylee had done this before.  She did it with that asshole Guy Powers, the
guy she dated a while back.  Guy made her do this to him.  At first she
wasn't crazy about it.  But she did like the incredible feeling of power it
provided.  She knew Josh would react the same.  And she wanted him to have a
cigarette in his mouth while she did it to him.  It was all part of the
process of retraining his brain to connect cigarette smoke with sex and
sexual pleasure.

   Before going down on him she double-pumped her cigarette.  "Get ready for
the ride of your life," she giggled.  She licked the side of his erect shaft
and looked up.  Josh had his cigarette in his mouth.  He was breathing hard,
and smoke was coming in and out of his mouth with every breath.  She opened
her mouth.  "Here we go, baby.  Next stop, paradise!"

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   "Okay, Vicki, let me get this straight.  You come from an alternate
universe, one where the Sheridan inoculation and treated tobacco don't
exist?"

   Vicki nodded.  "That's right.  I told you that you wouldn't believe
me."

   Alexis lit up another Saratoga Menthol 120.  "You're right about that,"
the brunette admitted.  "But no other possible explanation makes more
sense."  She tipped her head and exhaled.  "Can you show me this portal,
this entryway into the other universe?"

   Vicki shrugged.  "I suppose so."

   "Either you're totally deranged or there's something to this," Alexis
went on.  "But you had no scar, and some doctor did do a biopsy."  She
shook her head.  "So I take it you don't smoke back your universe?"

   "Nope," Vicki admitted.  "I used to.  Hell, everybody _used_ to smoke
when they were kids.  But I quit years ago.  And I'm a little nervous about
how I'll react when I go back.  That's why I need to go back as soon as I
can.  I hate the idea of going through nicotine withdrawal."

   "No joke," Alexis agreed.  "Treated tobacco is a great blessing.  We
got rid of so many pulmonary problems by having people smoke it, adults and
now even kids.  But most of us who smoke, if we tried to quit, God, it'd be
almost impossible."  She put her Saratoga 120 to her lips.  "I smoke two
packs of these lovely 120s every single day," she admitted through an
exhale.  "If I go for even half an hour without one I feel totally stressed
out!  I become a complete bitch."  She laughed.  "Even more of a bitch than
usual, and that's saying something!"

   "So you believe me, Alexis?"

   Her brunette friend shrugged.  "I don't know.  Some strange shit is
going on here.  But my friend Vicki Bergen got the Sheridan treatment.  Your
arm looked like you never got it.  Either you're a medical freak or you're
really from somewhere else like you said.  I'm a science person.  I never
say anything is impossible till it can be proved."

   Vicki sighed.  "It feels good to talk about this, Alexis.  I'm so
conflicted.  I like being here but I'm afraid.  I'm so relieved to finally
get the Sheridan treatment.  But I don't know what happens when I go back
and I can't smoke."

   "Oh yes you do," Alexis laughed.  "You know exactly what'll happen.
You will be totally fucked.  Your body will scream constantly for more
nicotine for days on end.  You'll be absolutely miserable.  You'll want to
smoke so bad you'll bite people's heads off.  Nothing can change that,
Vicki."  She moved closer to her on the couch.  "I feel sorry for you.
God, I only wish there was something I could do to make you feel better,"
she teased.  She put her free hand on Vicki's shoulder and began moving it
down to her naked breasts.

   Vicki gasped.  "Alexis!  What are you doing?"

   "You know what I'm doing!  We had a deal.  I gave you the shot.  Your
crazy little story won't stop me from collecting my payback."

   Alexis' fingers gently massaged her breasts.  She sighed.  It felt so
fuckin' good!  The wetness between her legs slowly returned.  "In my
universe my husband is totally cold in bed.  I get so damn hungry for human
touch."  She groaned.  "I have sexual needs, too, for God's sake.  I
masturbate, of course, but it's not always enough.  I fantasize endlessly
about having an affair.  I've just never done anything about it.  I'm
stared for sex, Alexis."  She paused to look into her eyes.  "Do you
understand?"

   Her brunette friend continued to play with her breasts.  "Shh, of course
I do, honey.  So you're telling me you're not exactly upset that I want to
make love to you?"

   Vicki slowly nodded.  "I can't believe I'm saying it, Alexis.  But
you're uncommonly beautiful.  Really.  Being with you this afternoon is
making me feel crazy.  I don't know exactly what I want.  But I want you to
have your way with me.  Teach me.  You said it's all about pleasure.  Give
me some of that pleasure, Alexis.  Please?"

   The tall brunette smiled and kissed Vicki on the mouth.  For the first
time Vicki kissed back in earnest.  Their tongues met and began to fight for
position inside their locked mouths.  The smoky aroma of Alexis' breath made
her realize she wanted another cigarette as well as the sexual pleasure
she'd just begged to receive.

   "Hey, Alexis, can I have a drag?"

   Alexis smiled and raised her eyebrows.  "But I thought you're afraid of
getting hooked?  I thought you didn't want to smoke unless you absolutely
had to?"

   Vicki laughed shamelessly.  "Well then, I guess this means that I
absolutely have to!"  She took the cigarette from Alexis and put it to her
lips.  "Smelling smoke on your breath makes me crazy.  It smells so good!"
She double-pumped the shrinking Saratoga.  "And being close to you, Alexis,
makes me want to smoke and keep smoking.  Does that make any sense?"

   Alexis laughed as Vicki released an exhale.  "Uh huh, it makes perfect
sense."  She forced her lips onto Vicki's.  They kissed again.  "I want to
be close to you and I want you to smoke, Vicki," Alexis added.  She reached
for her pack and got out another cigarette.  She let her friend hold the
other one while she lit it up.  Then Alexis began to unbutton her blouse.
"God, Vicki, hearing you say that you're sex starved and that you want to
be close to me is music to my ears," she admitted through a smoky exhale.
"Now I want you to see _my_ tits."  Under her shirt Alexis wore no bra.
Her large round breasts peeked out from inside her unbuttoned shirt.  "Shit,
I want you to kiss them right now, honey.  Can you try doing that just for
me?"

   Vicki nodded enthusiastically.  She hit on her cigarette and buried her
face in Alexis' chest.  She began licking and kissing her tits.  Much to her
own amazement she did it frantically.  Alexis groaned.  The tall woman's
cigarette continued to dangle from her quivering lips.  "Ooh God!  Oh yeah!
Baby doll, everything is going to be just fine now."  She put her hands
behind Vicki's head and refused to let her go.  "You're a fuckin'
natural, honey.  Welcome to being bi!  If Bob can't keep you satisfied,
Vicki, then I'd sure as hell like to give it a shot myself."

   Vicki raised her head.  She looked deep into Alexis' eager eyes.  "God,
I must say I'd love that, Alexis.  I really mean it.  I won't be here very
long.  But if I did have to stay in this universe then I'd definitely want
to do this!"  She returned to kissing her nipples.  "God, I'm so fuckin'
hot right now, Alexis.  Teach me everything I need to know!  Please?"

   Alexis watched Vicki hungrily suck on her Saratoga and pull more
mentholated smoke deep into her lungs, so deep that her breasts rose up to
make more room for the smoky substance inside.  "Honey, believe me, it'll
be my pleasure, and yours, too," she grinned.  The two women embraced and
kissed once more, falling onto the couch in the midst of passion.  Somehow
they managed to keep their cigarettes from burning the fabric.  But it
wasn't easy!

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   "Oh my God, Kylee.  That was incredible!"

   Kylee wiped off her mouth and smiled.  "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?  I
guess some girls don't like to swallow.  But know what?  I don't mind
swallowing your cum, Josh, not a bit."  She laughed evilly and reached for
her cigarettes.  "I think I need one of these right now," she sighed.  "It
seems like I want to smoke constantly."

   "Can I have one?"

   She looked at him surprised.  She smiled.  "Now _that's_ my boy," she
laughed.  She handed him his pack of Marlboro Lights 100s.  "It makes me so
happy to hear you ask for a cigarette, Josh.  Here, let me light you up."

   Kylee held out her lighter.  Josh caught the light.  Next she lit hers.
She laid down beside him and snuggled up against his strong athletic body.
"Oh God!  There's simply _nothing_ like a cigarette after sex, Josh."  She
double-pumped and inhaled her twofold hit.  "We're not done, you know.  As
soon as we finish this cigarette break I want to do it again.  But this time
I want your cock inside me!"  She giggled and looked at him.  "Can you
handle that?"

   He released a substantial exhale from his mouth.  "Give me a minute, Ky.
I don't think it'll be a problem."

   The lovers laid on the bed smoking and chatting for a few minutes.  They
never heard the cabin's front door open.

   "Oh my God!  What in the hell do you think you're doing, Josh?"

   The teenagers stared at the door to the bedroom in disbelief.  Josh's
mother, Pam Allen, stood there looking at them with her mouth wide open.  And
she didn't look happy!

   Kylee was still fully clothed, but Josh's trousers were on the floor.  He
had his boxers back on, but the scene looked less than innocent.

   "And you, you little bitch," Mrs. Allen spat out.  "You should be
ashamed of yourself!  Here you are corrupting my son!"

   Anger welled up inside.  Ordinarily in such a situation Kylee would be too
scared to defend herself.  But tonight she'd be leaving this world.  If she
made a mess, cleaning it up would be her counterpart's problem.  So she
sneered and lashed back.

   "Mrs. Allen, you're the one being a dumb-ass here," she snapped.
"I'm doing you a big favor and you don't even realize it.  If you
understood, you'd actually thank me instead of swearing at me like this."

   Pam Allen was taken aback by the unexpected response from this teenage
girl.  "What -?  What are you talking about?"

   "Mrs. Allen, for a long time you've wished Josh would start smoking.
Right?"

   Dazed, the older woman slowly nodded and sat down in a chair.

   "For years Josh was irrationally against smoking because of what happened
to you, because you almost died of lung cancer.  In fact, if not for the
Sheridan treatment you'd be dead right now."

   "Yeah, but that has nothing to do with -."

   "Be quiet," Kylee barked.  She surprised herself with her own chutzpah.
"Look Mrs. Allen, when I finally became a smoker I soon realized the only
way to change Josh's mind about the subject was to replace his old negative
feelings about smoking with some new positive associations.  So the last few
days I've been working real hard to bring him around.  And _this_ is the
thanks I get!  God, I can hardly believe it!"

   "But Mom," Josh cut in, still red-faced.  "What are you doing here
anyway?"

   "Our neighbors down the road watch our cabin for us," Pam Allen
explained, still off balance after Kylee's strong defense.  "They said
someone was coming here late at night, which I now assume was you," she
added with a scowl.  "I told them to call the next time someone came to our
cabin.  I had to find out what was going on.  They called me forty-five
minutes ago and I hopped in the car and drove up right away to check it out.
But I never expected to find this!"

   Kylee interrupted.  "Mrs. Allen, you can hardly be shocked to learn that
Josh is interested in sex.  After all, he is a red-blooded teenage boy."
She smiled.  Pam Allen remained speechless.  "I figured sex is the best way
to retrain your poor son.  Josh, show your mom what you bought!"

   Josh sheepishly showed her the pack of Marlboro Lights 100s.  Pam Allen
gasped.

   "That's right, Mrs. Allen.  At long last Josh is smoking!  You see, I
told him I'd fool around with him if he'd let me smoke while we did it.  I
started the process by sharing smoky kisses to get him used to smoke being in
his mouth.  The next step was to make Josh smoke for me all by himself.  And
that's what he did today.  Show her, Josh."

   Josh picked up his pack of Marlboro Lights 100s and put one of the long
cigarettes between his lips.  "Kylee's right, Mom," he said nervously as
the cylinder hung from his mouth.  "She taught me to like smoke."  He
picked up the lighter from the bed beside him and clicked it.  He lit the
cigarette.  "I think I want to start smoking.  Just like you've always
wanted me to."

   Pam Allen was thunderstruck.  "Oh my God!  My little Josh is finally
smoking.  Wow, I can hardly believe it.  Oh my!"  She sighed happily and
opened her purse.  She took out a box of Camel 100s and removed one.  She lit
up and hit hard on her cigarette.  "God, I don't know what to say.  This is
great.  But I still don't approve of you two kids fooling around like this."

   Kylee reached for her pack of Benson & Hedges, pleased that she blunted at
least some of the initial outrage.  "Oh come on, Mrs. Allen," she laughed
as she put a cigarette in her mouth.  "Josh and I are seventeen.  I bet you
fooled around when you were his age."

   "I hardly think that's relevant, young lady," she replied, getting
angry once more.

   "Bullshit.  Of course it's relevant," Kylee retorted.  "The only thing
you should care about is for Josh to be careful."  She picked up the Trojan
package from the bed.  "And he is, Mrs. Allen.  He's _very_ careful.  You
can call me a little bitch if you want.  I don't care.  You can forbid Josh
from seeing me again.  But you ought to be thanking me.  I finally got your
son to start smoking.  So what if I had to fuck him to make that happen?  Big
deal!"

   Pam Allen was astonished at the blond teenager's brazen bluntness.  Pam
was about to lash back with another retort.  But instead she stopped.  She
put her cigarette in her mouth and drew on it.  "God, I suppose you're
right, Kylee," she reluctantly admitted through an exhale.  "Josh isn't
doing anything I didn't do myself when I was his age.  And it's true.  His
father and I've been beside ourselves trying to come up with some way to
make him want to smoke.  But I guess you solved that problem for us."  She
smiled and dragged again.  "So Josh.  Is it true?  Do you really want to
smoke now?"

   Josh wasn't stupid.  He realized a positive response would miraculously
turn a potentially disastrous situation into a virtual lovefest.  "Yeah,
Mom, I do want to smoke.  I used to hate smoking because it reminded me of
you being sick.  But Kylee showed me how to think about smoking
differently."  He turned to smile at his girlfriend.  "I'm sorry you had
to find us like this.  It's really embarrassing.  I didn't mean to
disappoint you.  I hope you're not too mad."

   Pam Allen released a long luxurious exhale.  "Josh, honey, for a long
time I desperately wanted you to smoke.  As soon as I got better when I
received the Sheridan treatment, and after they announced treated tobacco
strengthened lung tissue, I always hoped someday you'd share my love for
cigarettes.  Even when I was dying of lung cancer I never hated them.  I
couldn't.  I always loved what nicotine did for me.  My doctor thought I was
crazy but I was determined to take my dying breath with a lit cigarette in my
mouth and smoke in my lungs.  Once smoking became good for me, well, my
longtime devotion to nicotine reached new heights.  But it always made me sad
you didn't understand."  She wiped a tear from her eye.  "But now, after
all these years, my God, you finally do!"  She began to cry.

   Kylee hit on her cigarette and sighed.  She was relieved; relieved and
delighted.  The only downside was that now she wouldn't get to fuck Josh
today.  She and Vicki would go back in a few hours.  The other Kylee would
get all the benefits.  Damn!  But there was nothing to be done.  Pam Allen
clearly wasn't going to leave them alone to finish what they started.  Was
she?

   Pam walked over to the bed and gave Josh an affectionate hug.  "Honey,
I'm sorry I exploded like that when I first came in.  I'm truly happy that
you're smoking now."  She looked at Kylee.  "You're right, dear.  I
_should_ say thanks.  This is a wonderful gift."  She winked.  "And you're
right.  I shouldn't be surprised that Josh wants to fool around a little.
After all, he is a red-blooded American teenager!"  She headed toward the
door.  "So I'm going now.  Josh, you'll be home in time for dinner, won't
you?"

   Astonished, Josh nodded.  "Uh, yeah, Mom.  I'll be home soon."

   "Take your time, kids," Mrs. Allen winked again.  "Take all the time
you want.  Just make sure you have another cigarette or two after you're
done."  With that, she left.

   "Oh God," Josh panted.  "I was afraid we were dead!  I figured my mom
would ground me for the rest of my life when she found us in bed together.
But wow, you were remarkable!  It was incredibly gutsy to go on the offensive
with my mom.  But I must admit, it sure did work!"

   "Of course it worked," Kylee laughed, although she was every bit as
surprised and relieved as he was.  She put her cigarette in her mouth and
dragged.  "I figured your mom would be delighted when she found out you were
smoking."  She turned her head to exhale.  "Now all you have to do is keep
it up, babe.  It looks like your mom won't care if you and I are constantly
fucking our brains out as long as it turns you into an incurable nicotine
addict!"

   Josh drew on his cigarette.  He inhaled uncharacteristically deeply down
into his chest.  "You said you'd train me to feel differently about
cigarettes," he grinned.  "And you did.  I like the smell now.  I really
do."  He leaned over and kissed her right on the mouth.  The pungent odor
permeated his breath.  It was strong; strong and delicious.  "I want to be a
smoker, Kylee," he added with a whisper.  "I really do!"

   Kylee looked down.  His cock was stiffening.  "Good boy, Josh.  You will.
You _will_ be a smoker!"  She put her hand on his erect member and gently
squeezed.  "When you go home smoke as much as you can.  Smoke in front of
your mom and dad.  Show `em you're already well on your way to becoming
addicted to nicotine."  She laughed.  "God, I was so afraid we weren't
going to get to fuck this afternoon, Josh," she added with a twinkle in her
eye.  "But the good news is your mom doesn't give a shit if we fuck right
here in her bed."  She worked his cock through his boxers.  "And that's
what I want, Josh honey.  I want to celebrate by getting fucked by you right
this minute.  Good idea?"

   He gasped.  "Great idea."  Josh put his cigarette in his mouth.  He
began to unbutton her blouse.  "Kylee, I want to strip you down so you're
totally naked."  He expelled smoke with each breath.  The sight of him with
a cigarette in his lips made her wet.  He pulled off her shirt.  "God,
Kylee, I want to fuck you so hard that you'll have to scream for mercy at
the top of your lungs!"

   Kylee laughed wantonly.  He unhooked her bra and as he did she reached up
to put her fingers around the cigarette hanging from his lips.  "Drag on it,
Josh; hard."  He did.  As he inhaled she took it out of his mouth and leaned
towards him.  "Now kiss me, Josh.  I want all your fuckin' smoke!"  He did
and she got what she asked for in spades.  She finally broke free and laughed
evilly as she exhaled it back into his face.  She unbuckled her belt and slid
her slacks off.  She had on nothing but her panties.  She slid them off, too,
and spread her legs.

   "Your mom surprising us like that was _such_ a turn-on, honey," she
giggled with an irreverent twitter.  She reached for another cigarette and
lit it off the cherry end of her existing one.  "No foreplay, Josh.  I want
your cock inside me right now!"  She opened her legs and mischievously
wiggled her index finger inviting him in.  "And this time I want to smoke.
God, I want a burning cigarette in my mouth so I can taste smoke while I cum,
just like I made you smoke while I had your cock in my mouth."

   Josh put on the condom and raised himself on top of her.  He effortlessly
slid inside.  Flat on her back she groaned with ecstasy.  God, she was in
heaven.  She had a freshly lit 100 millimeter cigarette in her mouth feeding
her smoke with every breath she took, and a thick shaft rhythmically moving
in and out of her pussy.  If this was to be the last time she ever saw dear
Josh, it was _definitely_ the way she wanted to remember him!

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