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From storch@webspan.net Sun Sep 22 23:24 EDT 1996
Date: Sun, 22 Sep 1996 23:26:38 -0700
From: John Storch
Subject: Smoking With Barbara - Part 3
Smoking With Barbara
PART 3
A few days later I stopped by to see Robbie and Barbara. School was
starting the next day and I was curious about Robbie's schedule and if
we had any classes together. Robbie wasn't home, but Barbara showed me
his school schedule; we didn't have a single class together. As was now
the custom, Barbara would light up and offer me a cigarette, only this
time I had brought along one of the packs of Salem 100's that Karen had
given me. Barbara commented on how this was I sign that I was getting
to a new level with my smoking if I now carried my cigarettes around
with me. I told her that this was the first time I had ever taken them
with me anywhere and that she, Robbie, Catherine, Vicki and Ann (along
with Karen, who had since left for college) were still the only people
that knew I was smoking. I told Barbara that I knew that it was going
to be a major temptation at high school because students were permitted
to smoke in the courtyard between classes and that I had become
accustomed to smoking throughout the day. This, coupled with my
nervousness about starting high school was probably only going to push
me to want to smoke more.
Barbara indicated that she had to go out and pick up a few items from
the grocery store and asked if I wanted to come along for the ride. I
said sure and off we went. Just along the way, Barbara lit up in the
car and told me I was free to do so as well. This was a first for me
and I really enjoyed it. As we pulled into the parking lot of the
grocery store, I still had about a quarter of my cigarette left. Rather
boldly I walked with it and smoked as we made our way from the car to
the store, but at the same time was very much on the lookout for
familiar faces. I noticed a few people, particularly adult women,
giving me a double take when they saw such a young person smoking a
cigarette with what they probably assumed was his mother alongside.
As we moved through the grocery store and Barbara picked up the few
items she needed, we came across a large display shelf that was loaded
with cartons and cartons of cigarettes. Barbara stopped and pulled out
a carton of Kent 100's and said, "Well John, I want to buy you a good
luck present for high school." With that I was a little shocked and
confused. As I tried to say no and that I really appreciated the offer,
Barbara insisted and pulled a carton of Salem 100's from the shelf,
saying "You're going to run out eventually," and that she wanted me not
to have to worry about not having cigarettes. I knew that she was right
and reluctantly accepted. On the drive back home, I wondered why she
was so interested in my smoking, so much to the point that she would buy
me a carton of cigarettes? I brought up the subject with her as best I
could. "Mrs. E., you've been so great this summer and I really
appreciate you allowing me to smoke and buying me cigarettes, but I need
to know why you are doing this," I asked. "John, I don't really know
for sure, but I know what it is like to be in your situation. I know
that you really like smoking and I want you to enjoy it, but you have
always been one of Robbie's best friends and I think you are a nice
young man," she answered, adding that I was not the only neighborhood
kid that she knew smoked but that I was the only one that she openly
permitted to in her company. She also told me to stop calling her Mrs.
E and to please call her Barbara.
As we pulled back up the driveway, Catherine came walking by. Noticing
that it was just the two of us without Robbie, Catherine made her way
over and Barbara invited her to join us. As we sat in the kitchen,
Barbara unpacked the grocery items and handed me one of the bags which
contained my carton of Salem 100's. A few minutes later, Barbara lit
up, so I removed the carton from the bag, opened it, and removed a fresh
pack. Removing the wrappings, I pulled a cigarette from the pack and
retrieved Barbara's lighter and lit up. All along, I had assumed the
reason behind Catherine's timely visit. I suspected that Barbara did as
well, but unlike she had been with me, Barbara said nothing to Catherine
about smoking. I, of course was in no place to say anything about it in
Barbara's house, although I was dying to see Catherine came right out
and ask for a cigarette. A few minutes later she did. "Mrs. E., is it
OK if I have a cigarette with you and John?", she asked, to which
Barbara answered, "I don't think so Catherine. John is older than you
and he was smoking for a while on his own before I learned about it.
Besides, I think your mother would be angry with me if I let you smoke
when I know that she doesn't want you doing it." Catherine said, "OK,
I'm sorry," and Barbara answered "Don't be sorry. If you want to smoke,
get permission from your mom. At least you can ask, maybe she'll
understand." All of this surprised me and made me feel very special. I
wished so hard that my mom was like Barbara and that I could smoke at
home all of the time. But I heard Barbara's words and I thought that
there was a message in them for me as well. But what was the message?
As Catherine and I left, she pointed to the carton of Salem 100s in the
bag and asked me to give her a pack. I said OK, but only if she would
come back to my house and smoke one with me first. I knew that it was
late in the day and that I was cutting it close with time as my mom
would be home from work in about a half an hour, but my desire to see
Catherine smoke was too strong. Once at my house, we sat down on the
front porch, which was surrounded on two side by tall shrubs, and lit
up. Catherine was obviously a novice, but she smoked pretty well all
the same. She told me that she had started about a month ago and was
stealing Marlboro 100's from her mom's packs and was smoking in the
woods behind her house. She was pretty sure that her mom knew and told
me that she couldn't believe that I was smoking with Barbara and in
front of her mom and Ann the other day. She found the Salem 100 to be
"different" from the harsher Marlboro 100's she had only smoked up until
now. I gave her a pack as I had promised, and we promised to keep all
of this a secret, as I didn't want Barbara to know that I had given
Catherine a pack from the carton she had just bought for me. Worse yet,
I didn't want Catherine's mom to have confirmation that I was indeed a
"bad influence" on her daughter as I had suspected the other day.
Over the next few weeks, with school under way, I gradually became more
and more comfortable with my new experience as a high school student.
A couple of times a day I would pass the courtyard and true to what I
had heard, many students stopped off here between classes for a smoke.
One day I paused and took a seat on one of the benches in the courtyard
and just observed the many kids freely lighting up. I particularly paid
attention the junior and senior girls, all of whom looked so much older
then me and so sophisticated with the ways in which they smoked.
Unfortunately, I wasn't quite ready to smoke in such an open stage, as I
was afraid that many of my non-smoking friends wouldn't understand.
Gradually, after about a month and a half, things started to change.
Being unable to smoke in the morning as my parents were still at home, I
was finding it more and more difficult to make it through the day
without smoking. What clinched it for me was the day that a girl I had
known for years named Beth and I were walking through the courtyard on
the way to class when she stopped and asked me to sit with her for a
moment . Now Beth was always a little shy and a very serious student
and I never would have thought that she would be a smoker. To my
complete surprise, she pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims and a Bic
from her purse and lit up. By the looks of her first drag, inhale and
exhale, she had been smoking for quite some time, which she confirmed
when I asked. "Oh, I've been smoking for three years but I just
recently started smoking in public," she told me, adding that she had
recently told her parents and that they had given her permission to
smoke at home. Then she offered me a cigarette, and I couldn't say no.
The next day, I put a pack of Salem 100's and my lighter in my jacket
pocket and was determined to stop by the courtyard after my third period
class. I knew that Beth would be heading that way at that time, so when
I saw her arrive, we sat on one of the benches together and smoked. She
congratulated me on my determination, and within a minute two other
people we knew joined us. They were almost as surprised to see my with
a cigarette as I was to see them!
By Christmas time, I was pretty much completely past my shyness and
concern about smoking. By the new year, almost everyone I knew now knew
that I was smoking and I dealt with the rough spots as best I could. I
smoked openly in front of all my friends, in the courtyard a couple of
time a day, and even took a few smoke breaks during my breaks at my job
at the grocery store (the same one that Barbara had taken me the day she
bought me the carton a few months ago). The only place I still didn't
smoke was at home. This remained the case until my junior year of high
school (almost two years later). By then I simply didn't care and I
rather confidently told my parents. After a short while of going
outside to smoke, my mom and dad told me that since I was always a good
kid and was doing well in school, that if I had decided to smoke that
they were not going to fight me and that I could smoke in the house.
By now, Robbie had gone off to a private school (after freshman year)
and Barbara and Mr. Ervin had been separated and divorced. I basically
lost touch with Robbie, but still spent an unusual amount of time with
Barbara. Smoking with her had become totally natural and we really
didn't seem to talk much about it anymore, but I still really loved
smoking with her. In the spring of my junior year, Barbara told me that
she was selling the house and moving up state. She promised she would
to her best to keep in touch with me, and in that I would have my
driver's license in a couple of months, I promised to drive up and visit
her. For all this time, we maintained a casual friendship all along,
although Barbara wasn't around as much as she had taken a job and I was
busy with school, friends, work and other distractions.
Soon after, Barbara moved about 50 miles north and was now working in an
architectural firm. About three months after she moved, I got my
driver's license and called her to see about visiting. We had talked on
the phone a few times since she had moved, but we had not seen each
other since. We made plans to get together on the coming Saturday for
lunch, and Barbara sounded pretty interested in my upcoming visit. As I
got in the car for the drive up, I took two packs of Benson & Hedges
Menthol ( I had switched brands a year or so ago) and started out.
During the drive, as I was smoking, I thought about how nice it was
going to be to see Barbara and relived my times years earlier with her
when she gave me the OK to smoke. I thought about how good things were
going for me, and I felt a little sad for Barbara in that her marriage
had fallen apart and that Robbie was away at private school, but she had
always seemed very happy and never said much to me about it. Come to
think of it, Mr. Ervin was always somewhat of a mystery to me. For the
first time I wondered about the more personal sides of Barbara and
whether she was really happy. I also found it a little odd that this
woman (she was still pretty young, in her late 30's) was still
interested in spending time with a 17 year old high school kid who was
the same age as her own son! After all, Robbie and I really didn't have
much contact with one another anymore, and I began to think, even
fantasize, about this "date" I was about to have with Barbara and
thought about the possibility of "something" happening. If it was to
happen, Barbara would have to initiate it, as putting the make on her
was just something I couldn't even begin to think of. Even, as I
fantasized beyond common sense, the thought of Barbara making the move
made me nervous, though I knew if such a seemingly outrageous thing were
ever to happen, I would certainly welcome the experience.
When I arrived, Barbara took me on a quick tour of her new townhouse,
which was in a town pretty much regarded as being a place people who had
money lived in. Sitting down at the kitchen table (the same one from
her old house), we chatted about what was going on in our lives; me,
telling about the excitement of driving and having my own car, and
Barbara talking about her new job, new home and new life. All the while
we smoked as we talked, me my B&H Menthols and Barbara her Parliament
100's, a switch from her always-familiar Kent 100's. Asking about her
change, she spoke of how the Kents had been "changed" recently and how
she found them unsatisfying. Having experimented with a few other
brands, she settled on the Parliament 100's, which she obviously enjoyed
based on the number which she smoked and the volume of smoke which she
deeply inhaled and exhaled with each draw. Although I was now a
complete and fully public smoker, consuming about a half a pack or more
per day, I still found the experience of watching women smoke and
smoking with them among my favorite pleasures. And even now, after all
of this time, the sight of Barbara, gracefully smoking her cigarettes
with such class, style and enjoyment got me so excited that I actually
began to hope that some day she would make a pass or insinuate a
romantic encounter. As I lit another cigarette, Barbara commented on
how much I was smoking. "Does the number of cigarettes I have smoked
bother you?", I asked. "No," she answered, but added that she was dying
to ask me a personal question. My heart began to pound!
"John, remember way back when, that first time that I asked you if you
wanted to smoke? Well, I've been meaning to ask you about that day for
a very long time so here goes. If you remember correctly, I had just
lit up a cigarette and you asked me that I really looked like I loved to
smoke." I remembered this as if it were yesterday. Barbara continued
with "I told you yes, I do, but why would you ever say a thing like
that, and you answered ‘curiosity'. Well John, I've always been a
little curious about your curiosity. Now, here we are, a few years
later, both adults, why don't you explain your curiosity to me."
Oh boy! What should I say? I blushed so hard that I could feel my face
turn red, my excitement was so strong that I actually told her the
truth. "Well Barbara, this is going to be difficult, but here is the
truth. For years I had always liked watching women smoke and you were
always one of those women. Around that time, I was experiencing my
first sexual feelings and when I watched you smoke it got me aroused."
She just smiled and lit up another Parliament 100 and said, "I see, I
thought so. John, remember what I told you about why I let you smoke
with me? Well, the same is true today. I find you a very mature,
sophisticated and attractive young man and I can truly say that I enjoy
your company as much as I enjoy the time I spend with my friends who are
my age. Do you still get aroused when you watch me smoke?" I couldn't
believe what was happening, and Barbara then took the longest, sexiest
drag from her cigarette that I have every seen a beautiful woman take.
Uncharacteristically, she opened her mouth and let the smoke roll around
her tongue for a few seconds before snap-inhaling it deep into her
lungs. Then she just leaned across the table towards me, turned her
head to the side and upward and let go a perfectly long, thick and sexy
exhale from her mouth and nostrils. I was about to explode!! Nervous
and excited, I answered, "oh yes, Barbara, very much so. Please do that
again."
Barbara then got up and moved over to the chair next to me. She put her
hand on my leg and with the other put her cigarette in between her sweet
lips and repeated the same long, sultry drag. She put her face next to
mine and slowly exhaled her smoke in my face; slowly...slowly.... and
moved her mouth closer and closer to mine until I opened my mouth and
she planted a deep, smoky kiss on me while exhaling the remainder of her
smoke into my mouth and lungs. We kissed very passionately for a few
short seconds and I exploded in my pants. She knew. Then she pulled
away, smiled and said, "Enough for now; let's go for a ride in the
country, have some dinner and come back for ‘another cigarette'
afterwards."
The ride seemed to last forever, as did dinner. I was completely
confused. We talked about almost everything in the world those next few
hours, but Barbara said absolutely nothing to me about our smoky kiss,
her intentions, nor did she ask what I was thinking. I had smoked a
full pack already that day by the time we returned to Barbara's
townhouse, so I went out to my car to get the extra pack I had bought
along. Barbara got changed into a nightgown; nothing kinky but boy was
she hot. So was I. We went off to her living room where she poured
some wine and dimmed the lights. She positioned herself on the far end
of the couch directly in front of a lamp which was only inches behind
the other side of her face. She lit up a Parliament 100, knowing
perfectly that the back-lighting was going to drive me wild as it
illuminated her inhales and exhales. As I sat there next to her, she
very nonchalantly explained how she had thought about what was about to
happen for some time and really couldn't explain why, other than she
always really liked me and that she too had a confession. "You know,
John, I can see your having a hard time containing your excitement, why
don't you take off your pants and sit here and smoke with me." Off came
the pants and my hardness bulged in all it's obviousness in my
underwear. Barbara kissed me on the lips and began to stroke me through
my underwear. As she lit another cigarette, she began her confession.
"John, from that very first day I let you smoked with me, I got really
turned on watching you smoke. I never thought about this or expected at
that time that any of this would ever happen and I ask that you believe
me." I did believe her. I asked her for one of her Parliament 100's.
Lighting me up, she pulled me over to her and I sat with my legs crossed
over hers, facing her as she reclined back deep into the plush couch.
She placed the ashtray on the couch's arm to my right and to her left,
and we talked about what was happening and what to make of it while we
both manually stimulated one another and watched each other smoke. We
shared smoky kisses, this time much longer than the one we had shared
that afternoon. As we extinguished our cigarettes, I got up and removed
my clothes and Barbara slipped off her nightgown. I returned to my
position and we again began to touch each other. Soon after, I came in
Barbara's hand. Moments later, as I caressed her left breast with my
right hand, she took my left hand and inserted my forefinger inside of
her wetness, all the time guiding me along. What a lesson I was
getting. She continued until I had the necessary motion....just
right.....and within a few moments my internal/ external stroke produced
Barbara's first climax of the evening.
As we embraced, Barbara continued to talk, telling me how much of a
wonderful young man I was and how she felt so good about what we were
doing. She added that I please never tell Robbie (whom I had not spoken
to in over a year) or anyone else that knew us about this and I told her
that of course I never would. Then she asked me to get up and switch
places with her. I reclined deep into the couch and leaned back, and
Barbara moved the lamp from the side of the couch to a position right
behind her, then she sat down across me, facing me. She took one of my
B&H Menthols and lit up; I lit up another of her Parliament 100's. I
was stiff again after her first exhale. Without saying a word, she
propped her self up on her knees and slide my stiffness inside of her
warm, loving wetness. Slowly...slowly...slowly....she rocked up and
down, towards me and then away from me, taking long and sexy drags from
her cigarette. With each inhale, she would pause, turn her head to show
me her profile, and exhale in all her beauty, thick, long clouds of
smoke. I didn't make it past the fourth exhale. Our tight embrace was
followed by more smoky kisses, and about ten minutes later, I was ready
again. We repeated our exact actions, and this time I held on longer,
only giving way as Barbara showered my stiffness with her second climax.
We finished the wine, talked, caressed, kissed and smoked for a while
longer, and then I was off home. It was only around 9:00 PM and I
really had wished that Barbara had invited me to spend the night, but I
wasn't about to press my luck or spoil what was the greatest day of my
life!
That was 18 years ago. Barbara and I stayed in touch sporadically via
letters and phone calls throughout my college years and even got
together a few more times for a lunch or dinner, but we never repeated
what took place that one fantastic day. I never saw Robbie again, and
following college, Barbara and I lost touch.
Seven years ago, I returned to my home town to attend the funeral of
Catherine's father. After the service and burial, I returned to
Catherine's old house to pay my personal respects. At the time it never
dawned on me, but just after arriving, there she was....Barbara. We
embraced and hugged and for a few minutes rather politely exchanged "oh
my Gods" and "it's so great to see yous". Then we separated and for the
next half hour or so, but I stayed close, hoping to get a few private
minutes to really see how Barbara was doing. Barbara eventually made
her way to retrieve her pocketbook and coat, so I followed behind to see
if she was leaving. "No, not yet," she replied, opening her purse and
heading for the front door, "I just needed to have a smoke.....how about
you?" "Just like old times," I answered.
We both lit up, B&H Menthols lights for me, Parliament 100's for
Barbara. We began to walk around the old neighborhood. Soon we were
standing in front of her old house. She got up to date on my life, and
me on hers. Robbie was a dentist in Illinois, and Barbara now lived in
Florida, remarried as a matter of fact. We talked briefly about that
day so many years ago, and I thanked her for being a part of my life.
She returned the compliment, adding that I probably don't even really
know "how much I had helped her and meant to her." I wanted an
explanation, but sometimes it's best to just let things be. We returned
to Catherine's old house, hung around for another hour or so, and then
Barbara came by to say she had to leave. I walked her out to her rental
car. She kissed me. As she started up her car, I leaned over into the
window and gave her a kiss good-bye. She reached into her purse and
pulled out another Parliament 100. As she lit it, I smiled and asked,
"Barbara, you really look like you love to smoke." She reached back
into her purse and pulled out the pack of Parliament 100's. "Would you
like one of my cigarettes, John?", she asked. "You don't ever need to
ask, lovely lady, you don't ever need to ask."
That was the last time I saw her, but her impression lasted longer. A
couple of years later I tired of menthols and wouldn't you guess what
I've smoked ever since? Parliament 100's.
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