Cherise, Virginia Slims, and Tennis, Part 4

Cherise, Virginia Slims, and Tennis
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Part 4

Cherise was still seeing Josh on occasion, and that evening Josh called and 
asked Cherise if she wanted to catch a movie at the mall. Cherise agreed to 
this. After getting ready to go, Cherise sat on the couch waiting for Josh 
and wondered if she could tell him about her new hobby. Josh had never smoked 
to her knowledge and he, too, was an athlete. Josh was a standout in 
basketball and track, just as Cherise was a standout tennis player, although 
they attended different middle schools. But Josh had been the one that 
introduced Cherise to alcohol and so she thought that maybe he had it in him 
to try smoking. She decided that she was going to ask him about it, but she 
was still hesitant to tell him or anyone else. 
Josh arrived on his bike and the pair walked over to the mall. On the way 
over, Cherise asked Josh if he had ever tried smoking. He said that no, and 
that he hated it and could not stand the smell of cigarettes. He said that 
athletes don't smoke, and that he was bent on becoming a standout as a 
basketball player by the time he got to high school, and that smoking was 
what the freaky people did. Cherise was disappointed over Josh's attitude 
towards smoking, and sensed that a wall had gone up between them.
During the movie, Cherise thought to herself how a few days ago, she wouldn't 
have been as bothered or as turned off by Josh's disdainful attitude towards 
smoking. Now that she had tried it and had a wonderful experience with it, 
she didn't seem to have the same interest in him anymore, mainly because of 
this. But the flip side was that she couldn't bring herself to tell any of 
her peers about how she felt about smoking. She could tell the freaks with 
the multi-colored hair about it, sure, but she knew that even if she smoked, 
she wasn't like them in most other ways.      As the two walked out from the 
movie and headed back to Cherise's house, she noticed how care free the kids 
were that were hanging around outside the theatre. Most of them were smoking. 
Most of them would see her and Josh and not give the two of them a second 
look. They were two people they just couldn't relate to. They weren't 
conservative and they weren't clean cut and they weren't jocks.
The two arrived back at Cherise's house and said their good-byes and Josh 
rode away on his bike. It was 11:45 and both Carrie and Courtney were asleep. 
Cherise knew what it was time for, and her heart beat in anticipation of it, 
and she became aroused. She had already smoked two cigarettes today, and she 
had been thinking for hours now about having her third one. She went through 
her ritual and sat down at her usual downstairs smoking spot. She lit up and 
breathed in the mentholated smoke into her sweet young lungs. She closed her 
eyes as the familiar and pleasant rush came over her body. She thought about 
the orgasm that she had experienced earlier that day, and about her current 
state of arousal. She noticed a hand -held mirror in the room as she sat 
there inhaling and flicking her cigarette. She got up to retrieve it and 
adjusted her body at an angle so that the light provided by the glow of the 
moon would allow her to get a good view of herself. Holding the mirror in her 
left hand, she watched herself smoke. Seeing the smoke in the mirror along 
with her cute face with the backdrop provided by the glow of the moon made 
her even more aroused. She began to moan softly to herself as she continued 
to smoke. One particular time, she watched herself take an extra long drag on 
her Virginia Slim. She heard the cigarette crackle as she pulled on it. She 
couldn't quite handle the volume of smoke that this extra long toke provided 
and a lot of smoke poured from her mouth and nose over the next few seconds 
as she tried not to cough. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could barely 
see herself beyond the cloud of smoke that had just escaped from her 
13-year-old body. That, combined with the sudden intense rush from the 
excessive nicotine hit, only made her more aroused. She continued to moan 
softly to herself. She noticed the look on her face at that moment - eyes 
half-closed, a pleasantly satisfied grin on her face - that universally 
familiar look of being sexually teased. This continued on as she smoked her 
cigarette down to the filter and ground it out in the ashtray. She sensed her 
body was about to experience something wonderful, and she immediately knew 
what to do about it. Placing the mirror on the floor, she pulled another 
smoke from her pack, and lit it with some difficulty. Between the sexually 
charged state her body was in, plus the increasingly intense effects that 
smoking was having upon her as she learned to inhale deeper and deeper into 
her athletic body, her hand was shaking as she hurriedly tried to light her 
second smoke in succession. She remembered all the times her mom would put 
out a cigarette and immediately light up another. Now she was doing that too! 
She finally struck a flame and dangled the fresh-lit cigarette from her lips 
and looked at herself in the mirror. She sucked on her smoke hands-free and, 
obviously not able to open her mouth to exhale, the smoke poured from her 
nostrils. At that moment, Cherise sat the mirror down and leaned her body 
back. Her body trembled with sexual tension as she held herself up with her 
left hand. Holding her smoke in her right hand, she tilted her head upwards 
and took a seductive drag off of her pleasure rod. She felt so sexy as her 
body quivered and erupted as she experienced her second smoking-induced 
orgasm of the day. She breathed deeply as she composed herself enough to suck 
more smoke into her lungs. She could not believe that such a heightened sense 
of bliss was possible! She felt so in love with smoking, her body tingled as 
she thought to herself how wonderful she felt. She leisurely smoked the rest 
of her cigarette, as it felt literally anti-climatic to her now. But she 
enjoyed how the smoke felt going down her throat and into her lungs. She 
enjoyed watching her plumes of smoke as she practiced curving her mouth 
different ways to see how it looked when she exhaled. She enjoyed watching 
the incinerated end of her VS Menthol Light glow as she puffed on it, and 
watching the trail of smoke emit once again from the end of her cigarette as 
she completed each drag. She smoked the cigarette all the way down to the 
filter, noticing how the closer her cigarette burned to the filter, the more 
smoke she was able to intake. She completed her ritual and with some 
light-headedness and dizziness, was able to make her way upstairs and call it 
a night.
The next morning Cherise awoke at 9. Today was another session with Mrs. 
Gourley and the prospective members of the 8th grade girls' tennis team at 
the multi-purpose center. She put on her athletic tennis outfit and went into 
the kitchen where she still smelled the remnants of her moms' early morning 
routine. The smell quickly reminded her how much she loved smoking, but she 
also knew that now was not the time to be thinking about it. She removed the 
ashtray from the table where she would eat breakfast at, not wanting to be 
tempted to go and have a cigarette. Sitting in the chair eating breakfast, 
she thought about the previous morning when she had smoked at that very same 
spot. She tried to get her thoughts out of her head about smoking. But she 
was finding it hard. Smoking had already worked its' mysterious powers of 
seduction on Cherise. She was looking forward to having her first cigarette 
of that day, but it would have to wait.
Cherise rode her bike to the multi-purpose center where she met up with Mrs. 
Gourley and most of the other prospective members of the 8th grade tennis 
team. It was a Friday, and Mrs. Gourley told them that official practice 
would be starting at their middle school 10 days from now, on a Monday, and 
that she would be taking all of next week off from the sessions at the multi- 
purpose center. The players seemed to play a bit more aggressively than usual 
since it would be the last time before official practice that they would be 
together. Cherise, showing no signs of the smoker that she had become, played 
as well as she always did. Sometimes, during pauses of play, she would catch 
her mind drifting off towards thoughts about smoking, but she was too busy 
competing against the other player and trying to work on her backhand and 
other skills to spend much time thinking about it. She loved to play tennis, 
and it unleashed the natural energy that her 13-year-old body possessed, and 
it challenged her physically, which she enjoyed. After the session was over, 
5 or 6 of the girls spoke of meeting somewhere later that evening. Cherise 
agreed to come along, and they made plans to meet at the mall and walk around 
and hang out in the food court together.
Cherise arrived home while her mom was still there on her lunch break. She 
came into the kitchen where Courtney had just lit up her after-meal 
cigarette. As soon as she saw this, that familiar craving feeling came over 
her nervous system. She sat down at the table with her mom and the two of 
them made small talk. Cherise felt herself getting a little impatient as she 
watched her mother take her drags off of the Virginia Slim and exhaled her 
plumes into the room. She also had that excited feeling in her stomach. She 
wanted her mom to leave so she could smoke! She became restless as her mom 
finished her cigarette, looked at the clock and proceeded to light up 
another. Cherise got up and left the room. Courtney sensed that her daughter 
was displaying some odd behavior, and suspected that she must have had a bad 
day playing tennis. She never suspected at that moment for even a second that 
Cherise had become a smoker. 
Finally, after finishing her second cigarette, Courtney called out to Cherise 
that she was going back to work, and Cherise pleasantly told her goodbye. The 
moment that she saw her mom drive off in her Saturn, Cherise went to her room 
to get her pack of smokes. She returned to the kitchen and sat where her mom 
had been sitting only moments earlier. The remnant of Courtney's second 
cigarette was still smoldering in the ashtray as Cherise pulled out a rod and 
lit it up. She still had on her tennis-playing outfit, and was still a bit 
sweaty. The sight of a stunningly cute, innocent looking, soon-to-be eighth 
grader smoking a cigarette while still in her athletic duds and her sweaty 
hair pulled back by a headband was truly one to behold. Cherise took some 
voluptuous drags on her long all-white and exhaled some nice plumes. Her body 
felt ravished as the nicotine hit her lungs, heart, and brain. The nicotine 
was rapidly beginning to gain control over Cherise's young, healthy, and 
beautiful body. Just as willfully, Cherise was allowing the drug to work its 
magic on her. She took more frequent and deeper drags with each cigarette she 
smoked, and subsequently, the effects on her body became more and more 
intense. She started to become aroused as she thought back to yesterday when 
she watched herself in the mirror twice. She became even more aroused, as she 
smoked her cigarette closer to the filter, when she realized that she was 
going to have another one immediately after smoking this one. Just then she 
heard a voice outside. Standing up from the table to look out the front 
window, she saw two girls. They were girls that Cherise played tennis with. 
One girl was Renee, who Cherise had hung around with in the past, going to 
one another's houses and playing tennis together, and the other girl was a 
new girl named Amy who had just moved in from another city, and was almost as 
good at tennis as Cherise. She quickly put her cigarette out as the two girls 
approached the front door. There was no way that she was going to reveal to 
anyone on the tennis team that she was a smoker. It would have been 
considered a crisis, she was sure, for the top tennis player on the team be 
caught smoking by anyone revolving around the tennis team. Cherise hid her 
pack in a drawer as the doorbell rang. She was a bit nervous as she ambled 
over to answer the door. The girls greeted her with smiles as Cherise opened 
the door and invited them inside. 
"Hey Cherise, Amy and I were walking by here and decided to stop by and say 
'hi'," Renee said as the girls stood in the living room. 
Amy smiled coolly at Cherise as she looked towards the smoky kitchen.
 Renee asked, "is your mom home Cherise?" Renee knew that Cherise's mom was a 
smoker.
"Oh no, she just left a few minutes ago to go back to work." Cherise replied, 
looking away slightly as she worried that her breath would give away her 
smoking. 
"Oh. Well are you coming up to the mall tonight? Would you like to go up with 
Amy and me?" Renee asked. Cherise and Amy had never really spoken before, 
although the two had faced one another during their impromptu sessions. Amy 
was probably the second or third best player on the team, and she wanted to 
be the best player. She was the best where she came from and, unbeknownst to 
Cherise, had been one of the girls saying unflattering things about her to 
others. Renee wasn't one of the better players and had for the most part 
defended Cherise to Amy whenever Amy said bad things about her. 
"Sure I will go with you guys. It sounds like a good time and I am looking 
forward to it." Cherise replied cordially. 
"Does your mom smoke?", Amy asked suddenly in disdain, scrunching up her face 
as she smelled the cigarette smoke.
This offended Cherise a bit, asking a nosy question like that out of the 
blue. "Um, yes she does," Cherise replied, and added in disguised 
disappointment, "unfortunately."
"Oh, Amy, knock that off. That's not nice." Renee chided Amy.  
"I am sorry. I just don't like the smell of cigarette smoke is all." Amy 
said. 
"No problem. What time are you guys going to come by here and get me?" 
Cherise asked the pair.
"Is seven-ish okay?" Renee asked.
    "That sounds great! I am looking forward to it!" Cherise replied with her 
winning smile. At that the two turned and said goodbye and left.
Cherise watched the pair as they walked off down the street. She didn't like 
the vibes she got from Amy. She didn't think it was necessary for her to 
comment on her house smelling like smoke. She didn't know Cherise well 
enough. At that point, Cherise was still naïve enough to think that Amy and 
some of the others wouldn't harbor any resentment towards her just because 
she played tennis so well and with such poise. So she never thought that the 
vibes she was getting from Amy was because of that. She wrote the whole thing 
off as no big deal and went back to the kitchen to retrieve her cigarettes 
from the drawer. She sat down again and quickly pulled a VS Menthol Light out 
and lit it up. As she inhaled the mentholated smoke into her lungs, she was 
overcome by the joy that smoking gave her and any bad feelings she had been 
having earlier were replaced by feelings of bliss and relaxation. When she 
smoked it seemed to bring out a suppressed dimension in her that she had 
always had but just hasn't ever come to the forefront. Maybe it was all the 
years of being so "perfect" in everyone's eyes. Living up to everyone else's 
standards that have been placed there for her, living up to what she felt 
others expected from her. Smoking was something she could do for herself, 
with no one to impress and the secret and smug knowledge that she was doing 
something not expected of her and was downright naughty.
    Cherise was two-thirds of the way done smoking her second Virginia Slim 
of the day when suddenly the front door opened and in came her sister Carrie. 
"Hey girl!" Carrie called her way as she noticed Cherise and her startled 
look sitting at the table. Carrie didn't notice right away that Cherise was 
smoking, but she noticed the smoke and looked at her older sisters' right 
hand and saw the cigarette…
    "Cherise! What - are - you - doing?"  Carrie said as she approached the 
table. Even though Cherise had told Carrie the other day that she had been 
smoking, it had never quite registered in Carries' mind that her older jock 
goody-two-shoes sister would smoke. 
    "What does it look like Carrie?" Cherise asked in a rare display of 
annoyance. Her face, already flushed from her blood pressure being elevated 
from playing tennis and smoking two cigarettes afterwards, got even redder in 
embarrassment. She tapped her ashes in the ashtray, but as her sister stared 
at her in wide-eyed amazement, she felt self-conscious about taking a drag. 
    "I just can't believe it. When you told me the other day that you have 
been smoking, I just couldn't believe it. But here you are doing it right in 
front of me!" Carrie said as she took in this abnormal sight of a cute, 
innocent, long sandy blonde haired 13-year-old girl in shorts, a headband, a 
tank top and remnants of sweat smoking a cigarette.
"Do you mind if I sit here with you and watch you smoke?"
Cherise looked at her cigarette and then at her sister, "Well I am almost 
done with it, Carrie. But I guess you can even though I feel embarrassed 
about it."  At this, Cherise brought the cigarette to her lips. She took a 
leisurely drag, removed it from her lips, and inhaled the smoke down her 
throat and into her lungs. After a couple of seconds, Cherise puckered her 
lips and blew out a nice plume of smoke. Carrie watched this in wide-eyed 
amazement, "Oh my Gosh! You are smoking!" Carrie shook her head, "I just 
can't believe this!" 
"Carrie please stop. You are making me feel uncomfortable. And don't forget! 
Don't tell anyone, don't tell mom, your friends, anyone. Okay?" Cherise 
looked at Carrie with seriousness in her eyes.
"I told you I won't Cherise. " I won't tell anyone, I… I just can't
believe I saw what I just saw…"
Cherise flicked her ashes in the large butt-filled ashtray before her and 
took another drag…"Well, sis," she said as she completed her exhale, "get 
used to it." A smile came over Cherise's face as she said this, and she had a 
far-away look in her eyes…
She took one final drag from her cigarette, exhaled a long plume of smoke, 
and pressed out the cigarette in the ashtray. Carrie stood there as in 
disbelief. She was still trying to get used to the idea of her older sister 
being a smoker. "Well I am done now," Cherise said to Carrie as she got up 
and retrieved her pack and matches and walked into her bedroom, leaving 
Carrie still standing there in the kitchen…

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