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From Ren116214@gnn.com Sun Nov 10 12:05 EST 1996
Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 11:14:44
From: Ren
Part 2.
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"See you later, Sweetie!" called Cheryl's mom. "Are you certain you
don't want to come along? I might stop in at TJ Maxx...I heard they have
some good stuff on sale."
"No, that's okay, Mom....Debbie said she might stop by later." Debbie
was one of Cheryl's closest friends.
"Well...if you want, I'll wait, and she can come along," her mom
replied.
Cheryl's mind started to race. She couldn't look too anxious to be left
alone, but...she really wanted this. She didn't know when she might get
another chance. "No, that's okay, Mom,' she said. "Debbie wasn't even sure
she would be here."
"Okay then...see you in a little while." Her mom closed the front door
behind her, and Cheryl heard the garage door opening. A few moments later,
she watched discreetly out the window as her mom drove away.
Now the search began. Cheryl knew that her mom usually left an open
pack somewhere, the trick was to find it. A quick scan of the living room -
nothing. Into the dining room...the table was empty. Maybe this one time, she
had taken the pack with her?
Nothing in the kitchen, either. She opened the drawer where she knew
that her mom kept her carton of cigarettes, and there they were. There were
still five packs in the carton. Should she take one? No....absolutely not.
For sure it would be missed. Besides, suppose she didn't like it? Then what
would she do with a whole pack of cigarettes?
She went upstairs to the bathroom, but there was nothing there either.
The bathroom did smell very strongly of fresh cigarette smoke, however...her
mom had been putting on her make-up just before she left. Cheryl took a deep
breath, and closed her eyes. Soon I'll be inhaling it for real, she thought
to herself.
But it was beginning to look like it wasn't going to be today. She
looked in her parents' bedroom, but the dressers had only the usual stuff on
them - perfume, a jewelry box, combs and brushes. Some pictures. No
cigarettes.
Cheryl went back downstairs, feeling an odd mixture of disappointment
and relief. If she had actually found some cigarettes, she knew that she
would have tried one. Although she wanted very badly to try one....she was
still a little nervous about it.
Suddenly she got a thought. Racing upstairs, she opened her mother's
closet, and there it was...the flowered housecoat her mother had been wearing
that morning. She reached into the left pocket. Nothing in there but
kleenex. But the right one was bulging too...and reaching into it, she felt
the smooth plastic wrapper. THIS is where she had left them. She pulled the
pack out of the pocket, and looked inside. It was about half full. Perfect.
She slipped one of the long white cigarettes out of the pack, replaced the
pack carefully in the housecoat pocket, and closed the closet door.
Her heart was pounding as she made her way downstairs. This was it! She
held the cigarette in her fingers experimentally, admiring how it looked in
her small hand. She slowly brought the still-unlit cigarette to her lips, and
sucked on it gently, finally feeling the filter end of a cigarette between
her lips for the first time. The taste of the unlit tobacco filled her mouth,
along with another, minty taste. She opened her mouth and breathed in,
practicing for what she would be doing later. Not so much later. In just a
moment or two. Cheryl started to realize what she was going to do, and
suddenly she couldn't wait one more second. She stepped into the kitchen,
and turned on the stove. Taking a deep breath, and saying to herself,
"well.....here goes..." she put the end of the cigarette into the fire and
turned it slowly to light it. Smoke began to waft up from the tip, and Cheryl
knew that there was no turning back now.
She went upstairs, her heart beaing rapidly, into the bathroom, so she
could watch in the mirror. In her dreams, she had always been standing in
front of a mirror when she smoked...and now she was going to do it for real.
She watched closely as she slowly brought the cigarette to the center of her
lips, parted them slightly, and then closed them around the filter. She
sucked gently, watching the tip glow orange, realizing that it was she
herself that was causing it to happen this time, not her mother. Her mouth
filled with a surprisingly bitter taste, that was somehow also both warm and
cool at the same time.
She took the cigarette away and opened her mouth...seeing a ball of
dense white smoke filling it. She immediately blew it out, and her mouth
started to water. This wasn't exactly like her dream, not at all, and she
started to wonder if she had made a mistake. But the sight of herself taking
a drag on a cigarette...ooohh, that was something she just had to see again.
She once again brought the cigarette to her lips, and took another
small drag, watching as the flame crept up slowly. This time, it somehow
didn't taste quite so bad. She opened her mouth again, and watched the dense
puff of smoke roll slowly out of her mouth, and then blew out. It didn't
look quite right, and she knew why. Cheryl de-ashed the cigarette in the
toilet, and took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out. Time to do it for
real.
Slowly this time, she brought the cigarette to her young lips again,
and, exhaling slowly through her nose, sucked on the end. She watched the tip
glow again for a couple of seconds, holding it between her fingers the whole
time, and then she took the cigarette away, and opened her mouth. The thick
ball of smoke was there, just like before, and she inhaled sharply through
her mouth, watching in amazement as it quickly disappeared down her throat.
Cheryl had never felt a sensation quite like it. She felt the smoke
slide down her windpipe, causing the briefest irritation, and then, a
wonderful full feeling in her chest. There was a cool sensation as she
continued to breathe in, (the menthol, she realized later), and then she
pursed her lips, and started to exhale.
For a second nothing came out, but then a thin stream of smoke began to
flow from her lips, gradually thickening...suddenly it seemed to catch in her
throat, and she almost gagged, but she swallowed quickly, and the feeling
went away. She then continued to exhale the rest of the puff in a long thin
stream, watching the whole process in the mirror.
Cheryl was almost overcome with joy...literally this was a dream come
true. She had finally, actually, inhaled a drag from a real cigarette. She
felt a little funny, sort of dizzy almost, but she was too excited to be
bothered by it. She had to do this again, right away. She smiled broadly at
her image in the mirror, and de-ashed the cigarette again.
This time she decided to place the cigarette up to the right side of
her mouth, the way her mother always did. As she took a drag, she discovered
that she liked it that way - she could see the cigarette better, and watch
the flame travel up the end as she dragged on it. She was so absorbed in this
sight that she didn't notice that she had taken a much longer drag this time.
Besides, the smoke was starting to taste pretty good...thick and warm.
She opened her mouth again, and this time the smoke was really
thick...it seemed to almost fill her young mouth. She breathed in once
again, hoping that she hadn't taken too much, but to her surprise, it seemed
even easier this time, and she was once again astonished as she felt her
lungs fill with the smooth white smoke.
She turned her head slightly to the left, and began to exhale. This
time, the smoke that flowed smoothly from between her pursed lips became a
thick stream almost immediately, and she was thrilled. This was really
great!
She looked at her cigarette, and judged it to be about two-thirds gone.
She was really starting to feel dizzy now, but she had to try it just once
more. Cheryl brought the cigarette to her lips, and this time, she took a
long, hard drag, the way she had always seen her mother do, watching the
flame creep up the length of it rapidly. When she had taken as much smoke
into her mouth as she could, she opened wide, and took a deep breath in, and
the large thick ball of smoke slid down her throat easily. Exhaling, she
allowed a little of the smoke to pass through her nose too...and she thought
to herself, I'm really doing it. I'm really, finally smoking...and I love it!
Cheryl put the cigarette butt in the toilet and flushed. She was still
smiling to herself as she walked out of the bathroom, but suddenly it seemed
like the floor was starting to tilt on her. At that point, she began to think
that maybe she'd overdone it, but she didn't care. It was worth it...and she
would definately have to do this again.
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