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Author's warning: The following story contains graphic descriptions of the effects of smoking and adult language and situations. It is not recommended that you read it unless you are an adult and are not offended by the aforementioned language. The opinions expressed in this story are solely the author's and do not reflect on any individuals who carry the story on their websites or archives. The people and situations portrayed in the story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead are coincidental. Proceed at your own risk and enjoy the story. The Cooper Girls PART 5: THE PRESENT AND FUTURE Rita smiled as she lay on her patio thinking about her crucial eighth year of life. She discovered her destiny that year and took her place in it. There was so much she had gone through since then: Her first love, her marriage, her mother's funeral, the birth of her first child. She would make sure to record it all in due time. As she was deep in reflection, she gently reached into her sunbag and pulled out her Pall Malls. She shook the half-empty pack until two unfiltered tubes of pure refreshment jutted out of the opening. Selecting one, she brought it to her soft, pouty lips which held the cigarette in place as she fished out the lighter. Having found it, she brought it to life while her hands shielded the flame from the mild breeze. The tip of the cigarette hissed as it was ignited, then began to turn from tobacco to carbon ash as the unique chemicals responsible for the tobacco's individual character separated from the carbon they had been fused to since their inception and turned into a rich, pungent smoke. This smoke was then drawn into Ritas waiting mouth where it was accumulated until it could hold no more. Luxuriating in the pleasant, complex flavor of the smoke momentarily waiting in her mouth, Rita opened her lips, careful not to let any smoke escape and began to inhale it. A ball of smoke could briefly be seen between her open lips, but it disappeared as she used the air around her to pull it into her body. Her anticipation grew as the rich smoke caressed the delicate lining of her throat then tickled the sensitive walls of her esophagus. Finally, heaven drew near as the smoke entered her anxious lungs and began to fill them with precious nectar. The warm smoke with its bounty of sweet tar continually rushed into both of her willing pulmonary organs, navigating the complex passageways in her chest until every lung surface was contacted and her lungs were completely full. Her rib cage extended, pushing her breasts outward to tighten the bikini top that clothed them, in order to make room for the gift she was giving her lungs. She held the warm smoke in her lungs for some time, allowing the aromatic tars to settle into her organs. She luxuriated in the fullness she felt in her chest as the billions of smoke particles were slowly absorbed into every air sac and bronchial tube. She was a little sad when she finally exhaled, mourning the fact that the smoke cloud she ejected would never be absorbed as part of her lungs, but would instead drift through the atmosphere until it dissipated to virtual nothingness. A lonely fate, indeed. Oh well, so much smoke just like that cloud has been fused with her lungs and will stay in her chest to keep her company for the rest of her life. She liked the idea that she carried the tar from her cigarettes around with her inside her chest. It was like her little secret. Every now and then at a party or when she was swimming or when she was at work, she would think about the tar in her chest. It just sat there on her lung tissues making her feel good while it worked on slowly changing the tissues. She took a sort of perverse joy in her lessened lung capacity. It was sort of relaxing and soothing to have a certain amount of texture to her breathing-it really was. She liked the way her inhales and exhales carried a sort of momentum, needing a littlemore effort to get started pulling air in and continuing to pull in for a split second after she stopped inhaling. She liked the sound and feeling of a part of one of her lungs that had been temporarily closed off quietly whooshing open with that distinctive "haaa" sound when she inhaled extra hard. She even liked the fact that the tar was gradually turning her lungs brown. She figured that she and all the Cooper women of the past may be sort of unusual people to love all aspects of their smoking so much, but she suspected that many other smokers felt like her, but just didn't verbalize it. Why else would so many people continue to smoke for years on end if they found the consequences unappealing? Even after the smoke from each cigarette is inhaled and exhaled, there is very pleasurable feeling in each smoker's chest. There is a sort of looseness and calm. It's as though the tar from the smoke has fed their lungs and left them satisfied. If they could feel the difference between lungs full of tar and lungs without tar in them, she thought for sure that any smoker would take the tar back into their lungs is an instant. There is also a certain sense of accomplishment and pleasure in the feeling a smoker gets when they smoke for many years. The accumulation of tars in ones lungs over a great number of years (as she had, being a smoker for 26 of her 34 years) brings with it an unmistakable satisfaction. after a certain number of years of smoking, you begin to rejoice in the changes you've made to your lungs and the comfort it has given you and unconsciously work to accelerate them. This perhaps brings up the subtle instinct for self-destruction that all people have deep inside of them as an integral part of their sense of self preservation. It was put there most likely to give us a motivation to put ourselves in danger in order to gain dominance in our social group. This is sometimes expressed by the careless rebellion of youth, masochism, or more dangerous actions that people carry out. Smokers have the advantage of satisfying that urge on a daily basis in a comparatively non-destructive way. A smoker can smoke for a lifetime before the consequences of their habit catch up with them, yet they know that what they are doing is destructive to themselves throughout the span of their habit. The comfortable feeling of the tar in a smokers chest is made sacred by the fact that it means their body is being damaged ever so slowly. Rita was no longer just another Cooper woman. She was to become the greatest smoker of all the Cooper generations. She did endless research on the effects of smoking and recorded her endless and varied thoughts on the subject. Her goal was to explore the nuances, pleasures, and biological and sociological roots of the fetish in order to more fully enjoy it. She was sort of a smoke-fetish philosopher. Rita was surprised at the clarity regarding her love of smoking she was reaching today. She enjoyed analyzing her smoking as a way to augment her satisfaction from it. She had traveled a long road up to this point, but the journey ahead was more compelling than the past. What great lumination would she uncover in the years to come? The Cooper Legacy goes on. |
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