Cathy's Club, Part 2

Cathy's Club
Part 2

One Saturday they were in a mall doing some shopping and Brett stopped at a
newsstand to look at some magazines. Cathy joined him and her eyes were
immediately drawn to a magazine depicting a Hollywood actress on the cover
smoking a cigar. It reminded her of how much she would like to be able to
smoke at that very moment, and she let out a barely audible sigh as she
picked it up to look at it more closely. Brett noticed, and she noticed that
he noticed. 

"Look at that, will you?," she asked, indicating the magazine. "She's got a
cigar. I guess it's the trendy thing to do these days."

"Sure is," he replied. "Half the guys at work are into them, and even a few
of the women. At least when they go out for a few drinks, although a few of
them are real connoisseurs. They way they talk about them, it almost makes
me want to try one myself."

"Have you ever had one?"

"No, never," he replied. "Not even the cheap ones. You know that I've never
smoked."

"I wouldn't mind trying one, you know," Cathy offered, surprising herself
with her boldness. "That is, if you'd like to also," she said, smiling
somewhat coyly.

"Really? You're serious, aren't you?," he replied, grinning. Cathy nodded.
"Well, with Jim and Nancy coming over tonight, that would be a prime time.
Jim is one of the guys who is into them, and he's mentioned that Nancy has
had some too. We could get some at the store here in the mall, one for each
of us maybe. Why not? Let's do it... it might be fun!," he exclaimed. His
thoughts went back to the day Cathy had returned home smelling of smoke. Now
here she is saying she wanted to try a cigar... could it be possible that
she really had been smoking that day? He found the idea hard to believe, yet
stimulating for some reason.

Meanwhile, Cathy felt strangely excited by the prospect of smoking later
that night. They made their way to the cigar store in the mall and the smell
of the tobaccos when they entered was entrancing to her. With the help of
the clerk in the store they selected 4 Macanudos for their evening's
entertainment. She took delight in handling the cigars in the shop and felt
herself eagerly looking forward to the moment of truth later that night. She
hadn't felt this strange combination of excitement, nervousness and
anticipation in years.

Jim was a fellow engineer who worked with Brett, while his wife Nancy worked
as a real estate agent. Both were in their early 30s but seemed to relate
well with the younger couple who they had come to know over the last few
years. Brett and Cathy had prepared a fine dinner and after a round of
liqueurs, Cathy looked at Brett with a questioning look in her eyes. He took
the cue. "We've got a treat for you guys... I picked these up this
afternoon. Would you like one?," he asked, displaying the cigars to his guests.

Jim's eyes brightened and Nancy laughed out loud. "All riiiight!," he
exclaimed with a smile, and took the cigars from Brett. "I didn't know you
guys smoked," he said, retrieving his clipper from his pocket and preparing
the cigars as Brett and Cathy watched.

"We don't. This will be the first time for both of us. But I knew you liked
them and we thought it might be fun to try them. I just hope we don't turn
green," Brett innocently said, as Cathy felt her face blushing slightly at
the deceit she was performing here. She could scarcely wait to smoke and
felt her heart beating faster in excitement. 

Jim handed out the cigars and gave them tips on how to light them as Nancy
pulled a lighter from her purse. Nancy was a cigarette smoker but had never
done so at the Quinn's before, and Cathy was surprised by the lighter since
she was unaware that Nancy was a smoker until now. She clicked the lighter
to life and offered it to Cathy, who brought the cigar to her lips and began
to puff. The rich smoke began to flow into her mouth and the smell seemed
wonderful to her, as any traces of embarrassment or nervousness disappeared.
When the cigar was fully lit, she blew out a puff and savored the taste. She
liked it, she realized immediately, although it was far different than the
menthols she had secretly been consuming. She watched as Nancy brought her
cigar to life expertly. Meanwhile, Brett struggled with his as Jim helped
him light it, then lit up himself. A cloud of cigar smoke began to hang over
the dining-room table as Brett found a crystal ashtray they had received as
a wedding gift but had never used before.

They sat around as Jim and Nancy advised them on the best way to smoke their
cigars. Cathy was listening to their pointers as she took another puff.
Almost by reflex, but more by need, she inhaled. The thick smoke caught in
her throat on the way down and when it hit her lungs, it seemed almost like
they were giving up the ghost momentarily. The shock showed on her face as
Nancy blurted out, "Lord, girl, don't do that! You'll lose your dinner if
you're not careful. Even I don't inhale these things that much. You OK?"

Cathy managed somehow to exhale the dense puff without gagging. "Yeah, I
think so," she gasped while regaining her composure. "That was an accident,"
she lied with a sheepish grin. "I won't do that again," she said more
truthfully. The others laughed at her discomfort, then settled in to enjoy
their cigars. Jim and Nancy relaxed back in their chairs and puffed
contentedly on their cigars, while Brett was more tentative but was able to
manage it with few apparent ill effects. Cathy enjoyed smoking the cigar
too, but felt vaguely unsatisfied by not being able to inhale. After about
30 minutes, the cigars were pretty much consumed and the room was filled
with smoke.

Nancy was the first to finish. "Well, that's enough of that," she declared,
placing her cigar in the ashtray. "That was very nice, and a nice surprise
too. Thank you!" Cathy took one last puff and did the same, and Brett
followed suit. Jim mockingly scolded the others, saying there was plenty of
cigar left for each of them, and saying he was going to enjoy his a while
longer. Cathy went to refill the liqueurs, and when she returned to the
table, Nancy had a pack of Winston 100s in her hand. 

"I guess no one will mind if I have one of these now," she said to the group
as she extracted one of her cigarettes. As Cathy sat down next to her, Nancy
turned to her. "Would you like one too? I always find I want one after I
have a cigar for some reason," she said. Cathy hesitated for a moment but
quickly realized that the horse was already out of the barn, so to speak,
and there was no time like the present to get Brett accustomed to her smoking. 

"I think I will... thank you," she said, taking one for herself. She glanced
quickly at Brett, who was watching her with some interest, but apparently
not with displeasure. Nancy offered Cathy a light, then lit up herself. She
pulled hard on the Winston and inhaled deeply. "Ahhh..." she murmured in
satisfaction as the smoke filled her lungs. "I wish I had known it was OK to
smoke here before," she smiled, before exhaling a long stream towards the
ceiling. "I would never smoke in a nonsmoking home, but it sure makes it
hard sometimes," she admitted.

Cathy examined the cigarette burning between her fingertips for a moment.
She couldn't wait any longer. She brought it to her lips and puffed for 3 or
4 seconds, much longer than she ever had before. Opening her mouth, she
inhaled as her peripheral vision caught sight of a bit of the puff for a
moment as it escaped her mouth before being drawn back and down into her
lungs. Her normal moderate inhale accomplished, something made her press on
and she kept on inhaling, pulling the rich smoke deep into her chest. The
smoke was strong, though not as strong as the cigar she had just finished,
but much more like Carolyn's Marlboros than the B&Hs she had been smoking.
After a few seconds, a sense of relief flooded her system. It was what she
had been craving all day, and finally she had achieved satisfaction. She
slowly leaned her head back and blew out the longest stream of smoke she had
ever seen herself exhale. It felt wonderful and she flushed with pleasure.

"I never knew you smoked," Nancy said as she observed this performance.
"It's so nice to meet a fellow smoker. We are getting rare these days. At
least by working real estate I can smoke all day since I'm in the car half
the time. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't smoke at work. Can you
smoke at the office too?," she casually asked before inhaling deeply on her
Winston once again.

Cathy paused for a moment. How could she answer that question without giving
away her secret? "Well... actually, I don't smoke," she began, before the
rest of her answer was cut off by Nancy's throaty laugh.

"You sure could have fooled me," Nancy chuckled. "For someone who doesn't
smoke you sure are doing a helluva imitation." 

Cathy felt like everyone was staring at her, and tried to come up with a
credible reply. "Well, I smoked a little in high school," she began. "But
really, I haven't smoked in a while," she continued, thinking that depending
on the interpretation of that comment, it really wasn't that big a lie. She
paused for a split-second, before following up by saying, "But I guess I
always enjoyed one now and then... and these are nice." As if to prove her
point, she took another puff and inhaled more like she normally did these
days. After a couple of seconds, she turned her head to the side and exhaled
a long stream away from the others. She noticed Brett watching her
performance closely.

"I used to be like that," Nancy offered. "Would only smoke at parties or
whatever when I was in school. Once I moved away from home and got out on my
own, I just sort of got into it. Before I even knew it, I was smoking every
day. I've been smoking so much for so long now, I don't know if I could quit
even if I wanted to. Not that I want to," she concluded with a sly grin in
Jim's direction. 

Cathy was interested in this topic, and since the guys were now carrying on
their own conversation and not paying them any attention, she pressed Nancy
for more details. "How much do you smoke, Nancy?," she queried. 

"Oh... about a pack and a half of these a day. Plus the odd cigar, but
that's a different thing. They don't do the same thing for me as these do,"
she explained. "Like just now, when I said I always felt like having one
after a cigar. I want to be able to inhale, and you can't do that with most
cigars. Inhaling is what I like best about smoking. I just love doing that.
I just wish it wasn't supposed to be bad for you," she protested, before
taking a long drag, then quickly and deeply inhaling with a whoosh to
demonstrate her appreciation for the practice.

"So they say," Cathy agreed. "But I know what you mean. I like it, but I
wouldn't want to let it get out of hand. I wish it wasn't bad for you
though," she complained, taking another puff and inhaling again. She turned
to tap ash from her cigarette as she began her exhale and noticed Brett
again observing her. Their eyes met and instead of the look of disapproval
she had expected, she thought she detected a look of interest, and maybe
even admiration. He certainly didn't seem to mind.

Nancy and Jim stayed for a few hours after dinner, listening to some music
and sharing stories. Nancy was designated driver so she abstained, but the
others had a few drinks and loosened up. Now that it was permissible for her
to smoke at the Quinn's, Nancy had a cigarette about every 20 or 30 minutes.
She offered Cathy the chance to join her several times, and finally she
accepted shortly before they left for home. She had wanted to partake
earlier but had hesitated, still unsure of what Brett might think.
Ultimately, she decided she really wanted to smoke once more that evening
before Nancy departed regardless of Brett's reaction, and thoroughly enjoyed
the Winston 100 she was offered. She again noticed Brett watching her when
she smoked and wasn't totally sure of what the looks meant.

After they left and Brett and Cathy were tidying up before retiring
themselves, they chatted about the evening. "That was a nice night," Brett
offered. "I had a good time, and I think they did too. I kind of liked the
cigars... I think I might like to try them again sometime. And I never knew
you used to smoke... you never told me that."

"Oh... well, like I said, I never did very much. Only with my school
friends, actually. Mom didn't even know. But I sort of like it. I wouldn't
mind having one now and then at times like this, as long as you don't mind,"
she proposed, finally bringing up the subject in a casual way.

"No, I don't mind. It doesn't bother me at all," Brett replied. "As long as
Christina's not exposed to it. If you enjoy it, then go ahead. Like I say, I
think I'd like us to try a few cigars anyway..." he said with a smile as he
kissed her on the cheek. Cathy smiled and kissed him back, this time on the
lips. Their mouths opened and she could still detect a slight cigar flavor
in Brett's mouth. After a few seconds, they separated. "You taste smoky," he
told her with a strange grin. "Different. Never kissed a bad girl before,"
he said, and they both smiled. They quickly made their way upstairs where
they had a energetic lovemaking session. Brett was as excited as she had
seen in some time, Cathy reflected in the afterglow. She felt extremely
satisfied as she fell asleep.  

At work the next week Cathy told the others of her cigar experience and of
her cigarette coming-out, though she kept the rest of the evening's events
her secret. She continued her usual smoking pattern, although she did have
an additional one at morning break a couple of times. On Friday she
struggled with the decision of whether to bring her cigarettes home with
her, but decided not to. On Saturday she found herself craving a cigarette
all day long. They were scheduled to attend a party that evening, and when
they stopped at the liquor store on the way there, Cathy saw the display of
cigarettes behind the counter. She immediately knew what she wanted to do.
"Honey," she said to Brett as they looked at the wine display, "would you
mind if I smoked tonight at the party? I was thinking I might like to." She
was surprised at how nervous asking the question made her.

He stared at her for a second before he smiled and shook his head, saying
"No, I don't mind. We can get you a pack if you'd like." They selected a
bottle of wine and made their way to the cashier. "Oh, and we'll need
cigarettes..." he said to the clerk, and then turned to his young wife,
looking particularly irresistable tonight in full make-up and a slinky
sapphire blue dress. "What kind would you like?"

"Ummm... Benson & Hedges Menthol Lights, please," she said. She hoped her
answer wan't too quick, and worried for a second that Brett would ask why
she chose that brand. The clerk retrieved a pack and placed them on the
counter. "Oh, I guess I'll need a lighter. One of these," she said,
selecting a Bic from a display on the counter. They paid for their purchase
and left the store. In the car she took her new pack of cigarettes and
lighter out of the sack and stripped open the pack. Placing it in her
evening bag, she then tried her new lighter and once satisfied that it
worked, placed it in there also. She noticed an amused grin on Brett's face
as he observed her out of the corner of his eye.

The party was an informal affair and people were standing around drinking,
smoking and generally having a good time. Cathy nursed her first drink for
about a half-hour, and when she started her second, she decided it was time
to have a cigarette. She was talking to a group of people and a couple of
them had just lit up, so she felt there would be no problem if she joined
them. She felt a little strange when she pulled the pack of cigarettes out
and extracted one from the pack, but these people were not close friends of
theirs and no one knew whether she was a smoker or not, so there probably
wouldn't be much reaction. She lit up, and once she replaced the pack and
lighter in her purse, took a deep puff. She held it inside her for a couple
of seconds and again felt her body respond. The sensation was exquisite, and
she slowly blew out a stream of smoke. The first cigarette was quickly
finished, and about 30 minutes later she felt herself desiring another. She
again lit up and noticed Brett watching her. He smiled at her from across
the room as he continued his conversation with one of the men at the party.

A few hours later the party was starting to wind down. Brett came over to
Cathy and they talked about leaving in a little while. "Let's have a cup of
coffee before we go, OK?" he suggested, and she agreed. He went into the
kitchen and prepared a pair of mugs for them before returning to where she
was in the dining room. She sipped her coffee as he asked, "So, how did you
like your smoking tonight? Did you have very many?"

She thought the question slightly strange but attributed it to simple
curiosity at her new behavior. "I had four, I think," she replied. "They
were good," she continued matter-of-factly. "I like these ones... the
menthol is nice."

"Why not have another one before we go? I've never seen you smoke one of
those before," he said. Cathy was slightly surprised by the suggestion but
thought she would like to have one more anyway, so she smiled and pulled the
B&Hs from her purse. "Here, let me," Brett said, taking the lighter from
her. She brought the long white cigarette to her lips and nodded in thanks
as he lit her up. She puffed out uninhaled smoke before starting a long pull
and inhaling deeply. After a few seconds she exhaled as slowly and sexily as
she could manage, some of the smoke trickling out of her nostrils as well as
her mouth. Brett smiled at her, saying "Very nice," and kissed her. They
continued to chat quietly while Cathy finished her 5th cigarette of the
evening. After they finally left and returned home, they again made love
with considerable and unusual vigor, with Brett using language during the
act that Cathy had never heard from him previously. Afterwards, Brett made
the comment that he would need to get her an ashtray for the bedroom so she
could now have a cigarette in these circumstances, just like in the movies.
Cathy just giggled girlishly but thought that maybe that wasn't such a bad
idea. It would be wonderfully decadent to smoke in bed after sex, she
fantasized.

On Sunday afternoon they took Christina out in the stroller for a walk in
the park, and stopped at an outdoor cafe after a couple of hours. Christina
had some ice cream, while the adults had coffee. Cathy had transferred the
contents of her evening bag into her everyday shoulder bag, including the
cigarettes. When she opened the bag to get some wet-naps to wipe Christina's
face and hands, she saw the cigarettes and suddenly felt that she might like
to have one. She thought about it for a few moments after she finished with
her daughter and finally decided just to go ahead and do it. She pulled the
pack out of her bag and withdrew a cigarette without saying a word. She lit
up and puffed out smoke. Looking up, she noticed Brett watching her
curiously. "Well, I have these, so...," she began with an embarrassed grin
before finally taking the plunge. "Brett, honey... would it bother you if I
were to start smoking a little... I mean, not just at parties? Just a few a
day?," she asked somewhat sheepishly. "I think I would like to be able to
smoke, but if you have a problem with it..."

"No, I don't have a problem with it, honey," he said. "Like I mentioned
before, just as long as you keep it away from Tina, I don't mind. Actually,
I have to say that it seems to suit you. I think you look great when you
smoke," he admitted. 

She laughed and leaned back in her chair. "Omigod, I'm married to a
pervert!," she complained jokingly. 

"No, of course not!," he protested. "But I do find it very sexy, I have to
admit. It's just... well, I mean I suppose a lot of guys have this thing
about "bad girls" and all that... and, well, there's just something about
you when you smoke that's a turn-on for me. I don't know why I just told you
that," he said, suddenly feeling foolish. "Anyway, now you know."

"Honey, it's OK," she said, feeling for his vulnerability as a result of his
confession. "I guess there are certain things that don't necessarily make
sense, and maybe this is one of them. It's fine, don't worry." She brought
the cigarette to her mouth and drew hard. Inhaling, she tried to put on a
show for Brett and managed a semi-french inhale, letting some of the smoke
slip out of her mouth before breathing the dense ball back in and deep into
her lungs. She threw her head back and blew a long stream almost straight
upwards. "I'm glad it pleases you. Just don't get too used to it. I don't
intend to smoke all that much. Just a few," she said. Even then, she wasn't
sure she really believed herself.

End of Part 2

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