First in the Class, Part 2

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    FIRST IN THE CLASS

    2. Learning More Than She Expected.

    After another week, the students began the "Contracts" part of the
program. It was extremely difficult. The study group's tension level
intensified. Despite earlier promises to the contrary, Vicki, Tisha and Amy
began chain smoked during group sessions. It seemed Vicki always had a lit
cigarette in her fingers or mouth. Emily noticed the increased consumption,
but said nothing. After all, everyone was stressed. Smoking seemed to keep the
smokers calmer, she noticed. In some ways, the meetings went better the more
they smoked.

    Steve noticed it, too. To everyone's surprise, the next Wednesday he made
a startling request. "Hey, guys," he said, putting his notes on the table and
taking a deep breath as they finished reviewing the latest chapter. "Can I ask
one of you for a favor?"

    "Sure," Vicki said. She held a freshly lit cigarette between her fingers.
Her positive attitude was the one constant in their meetings. "What do you
need?"

    Steve hesitated. "Could I bum a cigarette?"

    Tisha was startled. "I didn't know you smoked, Steve," she blurted out.

    "I don't," he faltered. "I mean, I didn't." He took another deep breath.
"What I mean is, I quit before the paralegal program started. I didn't think
it was important to me. I mean, it was just a habit, right? But in the last
week, something's happened. I started thinking about smoking again. I mean,
all the time. The smell of smoke in the room tonight is intoxicating. Seeing
you girls lighting up, smoking one cigarette after another and enjoying
yourselves, well, it makes me want one." He was embarrassed. "What do you
say?"

    "Regular or menthol?" Tisha asked with an evil grin. "I've got Salem Slims
Light 100's, Amy has Winston 100's, and Vicki's got Marlboro Lights 100's.
Take your pick."

    "I'll have one of Vicki's," Steve announced happily. "I'm not crazy about
menthol."

    "Hey, wait a minute," Vicki interrupted. "I don't want this on my
conscience. I won't be responsible for you starting to smoke again, Steve!"

    "Relax, Vicki," Steve smiled. "You're not. I've been thinking about it all
week. I miss it. That's all. I'm just asking you to let me have one cigarette.
What's wrong with that?"

    Emily was fascinated but troubled by the exchange. Was she about to lose
her only non-smoking ally in the group?

    "We've been a bad influence, that's what's wrong," Vicki went on. "If you
want to smoke, Steve, do it on your own fuckin' time. Don't blame it on us!"

    Before Steve could reply, Amy intervened. She was unusually interested in
accommodating his request. "Wait a minute, guys. Let's not fight. Here,
Steve," she purred. With a quick, cat-like motion, she held out her hand and
proffered her pack. "If you don't like menthol, have a Winston," she said
smoothly. "Don't mind Vicki. She's paranoid. I'd love for you to smoke with
us." She glared at Vicki, removed a cork-tipped cigarette from her pack, and
handed it to Steve. "It does my heart good to see a quitter quit," she cooed
seductively.

    Steve accepted the cigarette. With a wicked smile, Amy also handed him her
lighter. "Thanks," he smiled in return. Clicking it, he touched the flame to
the cigarette. After a long, extravagant drag, he inhaled. Pursing his lips,
he exhaled a narrow stream of smoke. "God, that's great," he sighed
contentedly. "It tastes damn good after all these months! Thank you, Amy," he
added, blowing her a kiss.

    Vicky interrupted. "Don't misunderstand," she said abruptly, grabbing her
own pack and chaining into another cigarette. "I don't give a damn if you
smoke, Steve. Personally, I love to smoke, and I understand why you want to,
too. I just don't want to be blamed for it."

    "No one will blame you, Vicki," Steve replied. "Relax." He took another
long drag. "Oh, God, I've missed this," he added with a happy sigh. He leaned
over and gave Amy a kiss on the cheek while exhaling smoke from his mouth.
"Thanks. You're a lifesaver!"

    "You're welcome," Amy beamed. She lit up another Winston of her own,
joining Steve and Vicki in filling the room with diffusive smoke.

    "You could have had one of my Salems," Tisha pouted, only half-seriously.
She removed a cigarette from her box. "Don't I get a kiss, too?" she said as
she put it in her mouth.

    Steve beamed. "Sure, Tisha." He leaned over and gave her a peck on the
cheek.

    Tisha grinned. "Now I'm happy," she said brightly. She lit up and took a
long drag followed by a deep inhale. Everyone in the room except Emily was now
smoking!

    The scenario disgusted Emily. But she also had legitimate questions. Steve
had quit smoking. Why would he go back to it? And she felt betrayed. At least
Vicki tried to talk him out of it. On the rother hand, Amy and Tisha almost
leapt on Steve when he announced he wanted a cigarette. They acted like
felines chasing their prey. Why were they so encouraging?

    Steve smoked only once that night. His smoking was insignificant compared
to the three girls, each of whom smoked constantly all evening. If anything,
the others smoked even more after Steve's confession. Emily feared Steve would
keep smoking. He lamented about telling his roommate, whom he feared would be
furious when he found out. She knew the die was cast.

    That night Emily was the last to leave. Vicki was in the kitchen putting
dishes in the dishwasher. Emily felt she should say something to encourage
Vicki in trying to do the right thing with Steve. After Emily told her, Vicki
sat her down in the living room.

    "Thanks, Emily," she said sincerely. "The situation made me uncomfortable.
But I'm not as much of a saint as you think."

    "Why do you say that?"

    "My motives were selfish. My last roommate Julie quit smoking before she
moved in. She moved in with me 'cause she needed a place 'til she got married.
She couldn't move in with her fiancé 'til the wedding. Her parents were
old-fashioned. So she asked to move in with me. I said, sure, why not? She
wouldn't be around much. It never occurred to me that my smoking would make
Julie want to start again. But that's what happened. After a few days, she
started sneaking my cigarettes. Pretty soon, she came out in the open, smoking
all the time. I didn't care. I sort of enjoyed the company. But her fiancé was
pissed. He blamed me, though I had almost nothing to do with it. I never
encouraged or discouraged Julie's smoking. It was her own damn business." She
sighed. "I don't want to be blamed for anyone backsliding. It pisses people
off too much these days when someone they know relapses!"

    "Wow," Emily said soberly. "I understand." She hesitated. "No, I don't
really. Why do people like Steve find it so hard to quit? Is smoking that
great? I mean, it's bad for you."

    Vicki smiled knowingly. "You don't get it, do you? Do you want to know you
why I smoke? Are you ready to hear this?"

    "I guess."

    "Emily, I love to smoke," Vicki said. Her smile reflected sincerity. "I
started when I was fifteen. My older sister taught me. I loved it then and I
still love it ten years later. I love my cigarettes. I love how smoking makes
me feel. I love lighting up each and every cigarette. I love how it feels when
I inhale. I love opening every new pack, tearing off the cellophane and
smelling a fresh container full of new, long, white cigarettes. I love the
ritual of tapping ashes into the ashtray or flicking them out my car window. I
love blowing smoke from my mouth and nose, watching it escape in a nice, tight
stream as I purse my lips." She shrugged her shoulders. "That's why I smoke. I
adore it," she repeated. "It's cool."

    "But it's so bad for you," Emily repeated. "It's bad for your health."

    "That's true," Vicki admitted. Unconsciously, she reached for her pack and
put another cigarette in her mouth. "But there are some good things about
smoking they don't tell you."

    "Like what?"

    She finished lighting up. "Like making your brain work better," she said,
her cigarette handing from the corner of her mouth. She took a long drag. "Did
you know that scientific studies prove your brain actually works more
efficiently while you're smoking?"

    "You're making that up," Emily protested.

    "No, I'm not," Vicki insisted, thrusting her chin forward and exhaling a
thin stream of smoke. "It was in the paper. It's true. Something in cigarette
smoke makes your brain work better. Even anti-smokers admit it. I know _I_
study better when I'm smoking." She smiled. "That's why I appreciate it so
much that you let us smoke while we study together."

    Emily was flabbergasted. She'd never heard anything like Vicki's
passionate defense. "I thought all smokers wanted to quit," she blurted out.
"Doesn't it worry you that you can't stop?"

    Vicki took another luxurious drag and, as was her custom, inhaled deep
inside her lungs. "It doesn't bother me at all," she answered. "Being
hopelessly addicted is the part I like best." She paused to purse her lips and
release another stream of smoke. "I love the nagging desire of needing to have
a cigarette," she chuckled. "I cherish the sense of absolute desperation I
feel when I've gone too long without smoking. I adore the overwhelming relief
I experience every time I light up, because I needed it so bad." She trimmed
her ashes in the ashtray and puffed again. "I love being hooked," she said
with a sincere smile. "It's the best part."

    Emily shook her head. "This isn't what I expected," she admitted. "All
I've ever heard is how people wish they could quit."

    "You heard Steve tonight," Vicki countered. "I'm like Amy. It does my
heart good to see someone who quit start smoking again. Like Steve. I know
what he's missing. It makes me mad when people like Steve turn their backs on
the pleasures of smoking. I love my cigarettes, Emily. I wouldn't quit for
anything. I don't believe any smokers want to. They might quit for a variety
of reasons. They might say they're glad they did. But in reality no one
_wants_ to quit smoking. Not if they're honest. It's too much fun!"

    Emily changed the subject. "What did you say about it making your brain
work better?"

    "It's proven that the contents of tobacco smoke increase brain function.
In the movies, what happens when people need to think about some problem? You
see them light a cigarette! It happens all the time! Smoking sharpens
concentration. The pharmacological effects increase the brain's ability to
process information efficiently."

    "Why don't scientists tout smoking as a benefit for better thinking? Why
don't all college students smoke?"

    "Lots of college students do smoke, in case you haven't noticed," Vicki
countered. "The public health people don't want you to know, that's why.
Smoking causes lung cancer and all kinds of other gross shit. It's true. But
the fact that smoking also reduces the risk of breast cancer in women, reduces
the risk of pancreatic cancer, reduces the risk of Alzheimer's disease, and
increases brain performance, is information that'd make people think twice.
So, they don't tell you the whole truth."

    Emily frowned. "Do you believe in some kind of conspiracy theory?"

    "No," Vicki grinned. "I just know my facts. But those reasons aren't why I
smoke. I'm a smoker simply because I enjoy smoking."

    As if to demonstrate, she took a long, last drag on her cigarette.
Breathing the smoke immediately into her lungs, she held it for a good ten
seconds until she pursed her lips and exhaled in a tight stream. As she did,
she crushed her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.

    Emily was confused. For the first time, someone made smoking sound almost
appealing. She had to admit smoking seemed to help Vicki, Tisha and Amy study.
All were much better group participants when they smoked during the group
sessions. And there was no doubt they enjoyed it. Emily saw looks of absolute
delight on their faces whenever they lit up. She'd never realized that their
very addiction to it provided them their greatest pleasure.

    "So, what do you think of all that, Emily?" Vicki asked.

    "I don't know," she admitted. "I was always taught smoking was evil. My
mom preached against it for years. But you make it sound so ... so good, or
something."

    "It's just fun," Vicki smiled. "I don't know if it's 'good' in a cosmic
sense. But it's gratifying. And it helps me study. There's no doubt about
that!"

    "But, once you start smoking, you can't stop. Isn't that bad?"

    "No. It's like I said," Vicki repeated. "Smoking is pleasurable and
captivating because of the fact that you want it. It's the wanting that makes
it fun. The feeling of desperate dependence is what makes it cool. The more
you smoke, the more you want to. If you could easily stop, it'd mean you
really didn't care about it. Who wants to do something you don't care about?
Not me."

    "I think I understand," Emily said hesitantly. "How much do you smoke,
Vicki?"

    "God, this really is true confessions, isn't it?" she laughed vibrantly.
"I smoke about a pack and a half a day. Working as a sales clerk at Northpark
Mall, I can't smoke much there. But I smoke whenever I can," she smiled. "It
can be as much as two packs on my days off."

    "And you don't feel bad about that?"

    "No," she said casually. "I only feel bad that it costs so much to smoke.
But if I could, I'd love to smoke more. God, I wish I could smoke at work! If
I could, I'd do two packs a day."

    "Then why did you try to talk Steve out of starting again? I don't
understand."

    "I didn't try to talk him out of anything. I just didn't want to be
blamed. If he wants to smoke, that's great. But it should be his decision, not
because I'm some kind of temptress."

    Emily pondered this. The wheels were turning inside her red-haired head.
"I think I'd like to try a cigarette," she finally announced.

    Vicki smiled. "I'm not surprised," she admitted. "But you seem awfully
interested in talking about it tonight. Why?"

    "I'm curious," Emily shrugged, brushing her red hair away out of her eyes.
"I don't want to become a smoker. But I want to understand what you're talking
about." She grinned. "It might be helpful if I could smoke an occasional
cigarette. After all, if Steve starts smoking, I'll be the only non-smoker in
the group!"

    "Okay," Vicki agreed with a sly smile. "But this is your decision. I
didn't push this. Right? Don't blame me for what happens. I explained the
risks. Most people who experiment eventually turn into smokers. I don't want
anyone blaming me for what happens."

    "I just want to try it," Emily reiterated. "It's my idea. It might be a
good thing if I were able to smoke with you guys once in awhile. Just to be
sociable."

    "You're sure?" Vicki repeated. Despite her cautious rhetoric, she seemed
pleased.

    "I'm positive. Will you teach me?"

    "God, I can't believe it," Vicki sighed. "Okay, take one." She gave Emily
an unlit Marlboro Light 100. "Hold it this way," she instructed, showing how
to put the cigarette between her first and second fingers. "Put it in your
mouth and try sucking, like on a straw."

    Emily frowned. "But it's not lit."

    Vicki grinned. "I know. I want you comfortable handing the cigarette. This
is dress rehearsal. We'll have the actual performance in a few minutes."

    Emily practiced putting the unlit cigarette in her mouth, sealing her lips
around the filter, sucking, and blowing out imaginary smoke. Nothing was
happening, but the sensation of sucking on the unlit cigarette was strangely
exciting.

    "Good," Vicki acknowledged. "Are you ready for me to light it up?"

    "I guess," Emily agreed. She felt as if she was about to be inducted into
an exclusive sorority. In some respects, she was right.

    Vicki first lit up a cigarette of her own. She released a small amount of
uninhaled smoke from the corner of her mouth, and then took a more protracted
puff, which was followed by inhaling the smoke into her lungs. "God, it's
always so good," she sighed, almost involuntarily, exhaling from her mouth.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Tell me if you're okay with this idea."

    "What is it?"

    "Smoking your first cigarette can be overpowering," she explained. "Your
body isn't used to the smoke or the nicotine. Some people get sick. To adjust
your body to the smoke, here's what we'll do. First, sit right next to me."
Emily moved onto the couch, beside Vicki.

    "Okay. I'll take a long drag, inhale, and blow the smoke into your mouth.
You just breathe it in, and then blow it back out again. Got it?"

    "Why?" She was uncomfortable, but feared admitting it. "Why can't I smoke
myself?"

    "This will be easier. The smoke will mix with air in my lungs first," she
explained. "That dilutes it. It'll be easier for your body to tolerate. You
don't want to get sick, do you?"

    "No," Emily agreed. "It just seems weird."

    Smiling, Vicki put her hand on Emily's shoulder. "Don't worry. You'll like
it. Put your face next to mine. I'll take a puff, inhale, and blow the smoke
into your mouth. Ready?"

    "Okay," Emily shrugged. For some reason, she felt uncharacteristically
excited.

    The girls sat side by side. Vicki pulled her long blond hair behind her
head. Then she took a long drag, inhaled, and rotated her head toward Emily's.
Their mouths almost touched as Vicki released a stream of blue-gray smoke into
her red-headed friend's breathless open mouth. As instructed, Emily breathed
in as Vicki breathed out. She felt a strange burning sensation in her throat
and lungs as she did. The smoke was bitter, pungent. Amazingly, however, wisps
of smoke flowed from her mouth when she breathed out again.

    "How was that?" Vicki asked.

    "Okay, I guess," Emily admitted cautiously. "It didn't seem that great."

    "It's not, not at first," Vicki smiled. She seemed exhilarated. "Let's try
again."

    She took another lengthy hit on her cigarette and inhaled. After holding
it inside her chest for several moments, she blew the smoke from her lungs
into Emily's waiting mouth.

    The intimate nature of the exchange made Emily feel peculiar. It wasn't
just the smoke in her lungs. It was something else. She'd always considered
herself to be thoroughly heterosexual. She'd never been with a woman, or even
thought about it. But now something was different. She was close to Vicki,
closer than she'd ever been to another woman. She couldn't help notice that
Vicki was damn attractive. She was gorgeous! She looked deep into the pools of
Vicki's lovely blue eyes, which sparkled with excitement and anticipation. The
proximity of their lips was exhilarating. She noticed Vicki's were ravishingly
red.

    Emily felt her vagina becoming wet! She tried to concentrate. She tried to
focus on the smoke. It wasn't as acrid this time. After breathing it in, she
exhaled. Again, she was fascinated to see tiny streams of smoke escape from
her lips.

    "You're doing fuckin' great," Vicki grinned, pausing to trim her ashes in
the ashtray. "How do you feel?"

    "Fine," she smiled. In reality, she felt more than fine. She was strangely
excited. Was it the smoking, or the physical nearness? She didn't know, but
she didn't want to stop. Not yet.

    "One more time?" Vicki asked.

    "Yeah, sure," Emily sighed contentedly. She grew mellower by the moment.
"I'd love to try it again," she said dreamily.

    "You're doing great," Vicki encouraged. Again, she put her hand on Emily's
shoulder.

    Immediately and involuntarily, when Vicki touched her, Emily jumped.

    "Are you okay?" Vicki asked, as she pulled away.

    "Yeah, it just startled me when you touched me, that's all."

    "I'm sorry," Vicki smiled. The smile was warm and intimate. "This is a
good way to learn to smoke. But I know how you feel. Learning this way is
almost sexual, isn't it?. I mean, we are so very close." She batted her
eyelashes and gazed into Emily's green orbs. "To be honest, it makes me
nervous, too," she giggled. "If you're uncomfortable, we can stop."

    "No," Emily protested, almost too strenuously. "I want to try it again.
Give me more smoke." She put her hand on Vicki's shoulder. A tingle surged
through her body at the touch.

    They did it once more. This time, Vicki performed an extra-hard
double-pump, pulling lots of thick, rich smoke into her lungs. With her pretty
red lips once again close to Emily's waiting mouth, she shared smoke with the
red-head. This time Emily closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and filled
her lungs with Vicki's lovely, shared, diluted smoke. It tasted strangely
delectable!

    Due to the generous double pump, Emily's lungs were full. She had more
smoke than ever before. The bitterness was gone. She no longer minded the
taste. She liked the feeling. She was adjusting, though she felt a bit light
headed. Was it the smoke, or this lovely blond's physical immediacy? She
didn't know. She opened her eyes, tipped her head slightly, and exhaled smoke
back into Vicki's mouth. Instinctively, hungrily, Vicki re-inhaled the
returning smoke. As she did, their lips touched. Again, they both jumped. The
feeling was electric!

    "Oh, God, I'm sorry," Vicki apologized profusely, pulling back. "Shit, I
didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted the smoke back." She giggled
nervously. "I'm sorry," she repeated.

    Emily knew what she wanted. She wanted to embrace the lovely blond woman
sitting next to her, reassure her, make her feel better, but wasn't sure it
was a good idea. I'm probably over-reacting, she decided. Instead, she smiled.
But it was a sweet smile. "Don't worry. I wasn't scared," she said
breathlessly. "You just startled me. So, is my smoking lesson over?"

    "Up to you," Vicki said with a slight smile. Her face was seductively
beautiful. "You can try one of your own, if you want. I think you're ready,
unless you feel too sick."

    "No, I'm fine. I like smoking like this," she blushed. "It is almost
sexual."

    "God, it sure is," Vicki admitted. She took a long drag for herself this
time. She pulled the smoke deep inside. "Have you ever - you know - have you
ever done it with a woman?"

    "No," Emily blushed. The flush of her skin against the red hair made her
even more adorable. "I've never even thought about it, to be honest."

    "Me neither," Vicki confessed with a shy giggle. She slowly exhaled smoke
from her mouth and her nostrils. "Until now," she added, slowly and earnestly.
"How about you?"

    The smoke escaping from Vicki's lips and nose encircled her. Emily didn't
answer. Instead, she slowly reached out. She placed her hand on Vicki's,
carefully prying the long fingers away from the burning cigarette. The spark
equalled that of their previous touch. "Can I try it one time by myself?" she
asked softly.

    "Um, okay," Vicki sighed, letting go of the cigarette and releasing it to
Emily's fingers.

    Emily slowly put the cigarette between her lips for a moderate puff. The
undiluted smoke was strong, but pleasant. By now she'd grown used to feeling
it in her mouth, in her throat, and in her lungs. She gingerly inhaled. No
adverse effects! She grinned seductively and leaned toward her blond friend,
with her own lovely mouth partially open. Vicki understood. She smiled back
and moved in closer. With their lips centimeters apart, this time it was Emily
who exhaled into Vicki's mouth. And it was Vicki's turn to close her eyes as
she breathed in.

    "I really like this," Emily whispered temptingly. She tapped some ashes
into the ashtray. By now the cigarette had burned down almost to the filter.
"Do you want more?" she sighed in an alluring tone. Vicki looked deep into
Emily's green eyes and nodded.

    Emily took a last puff and again inhaled. This time she moved her lips
even closer to Vicki's trembling mouth. As she began exhaling, her lips softly
brushed against Vicki's. The pretty blond breathed in, and moaned. What
followed was inevitable. Vicki grabbed Emily by the shoulders and forced her
open mouth against her own, passionately kissing the lovely red-head. As the
two women embraced, Emily dropped the cigarette in the ashtray. Without
thinking, she moved her hands onto Vicki's wonderful, round breasts. She began
massaging. Vicki moaned and responded by kissing Emily harder. Restraint had
now surrendered to passion. The cigarette which started their exchange was
finished. Emily and Vicki were not.

   
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    "Oh, my God," Vicki laughed. The laughter was uncontrollable and ecstatic.
She was completely unclothed. Her huge breasts covered her chest like large,
ripe melons. "God, I never expected _that_ to happen!" She rolled over and
gave Emily a big grin. "I swear to you, I did not intend for any of this to
happen tonight."

    Emily too was naked, on the floor, her long, slender body fully extended
on the living room carpet. Her red hair was completely disheveled. Vicki
noticed Emily's freckles extended over not only her face and arms, but her
entire torso. She was impressively beautiful!

    "I believe you," Emily giggled. "But it was fun. God, it's been too damn
long since I've gotten laid." She sat up and began putting on her bra. "I'm
sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just
that I have so much pent-up sexual energy ...."

    "That you were even willing to fuck another woman?" Vicki said, finishing
the sentence with a smile. "That's okay. I understand. Don't worry. I didn't
take it as an insult."

    Vicki crawled onto the couch, where the sexual rendezvous erupted. She was
naked. Unlike the rest of her body, her beautiful breasts were lily white, the
result of bathing suit tan lines. They were covered with red marks from
passionate kisses bestowed by Emily's hungry mouth. The breasts were
impressive. She was a perfectly proportioned young woman. The tan lines
contrasted her pale private parts with the darker skin covering the rest of
her body. She was exquisite. For the moment, her long, streaked blond hair was
as disheveled as Emily's.

    Shaking loose a Marlboro Light 100, Vicki lit up. She took a long, initial
hit. The passionate lovemaking that followed the smoking lesson lasted almost
an hour. It was too intense to permit further smoking. Heavy smoker that she
was, Vicki now needed another cigarette. "Hey, did this mean anything?" she
asked, sucking smoke deep into hungry lungs.

    Emily sighed. "I don't know what it meant." She pulled her tank top over
her head and fluffed her red hair. "Maybe we shouldn't try to decide just
yet," she laughed. "But I enjoyed it," she admitted with a guilty smile.
"Thank you."

    "Me, too," Vicki sighed. "I loved it. I never thought of myself as bi, but
being close to you did something to me." She giggled. "You are a very pretty
girl, Emily Miller."

    "You're pretty gorgeous yourself Vicki Stewart," Emily smiled. She looked
at her naked blond friend draped on the couch. Emily didn't understand her own
feelings about this. She put on her shorts, ignoring the lithe, nude form
smoking on the sofa.

    "Do you want to share another cigarette?" Vicki asked hopefully, tipping
her head and slowly exhaling a tight stream toward the ceiling. The truth was,
she wanted to see Emily smoke again. It excited her to think about her
red-headed lover - well, maybe they weren't exactly lovers yet - smoking with
her after making love.

    "Oh, I guess not," Emily smiled, by now fully dressed. "I just wanted to
try it. But maybe I'll have one with you guys sometimes. You know, just for
fun."

    "Suit yourself," Vicki shrugged. She grabbed her underwear, reluctantly
realizing the evening's activities were finally over. Vicki wasn't sure how
she felt about it, either. She only knew that she felt good, satisfied, and
happy. She took another drag and inhaled. The smoke made her feel good, too.
It was always the best after sex.

    "Well, I'm going," Emily announced without conviction. She slowly walked
toward the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow night at class."

    "Hey, Emily," Vicki called. She was standing in her bra and panties. Smoke
dribbled from her lips as she walked across the room. "Can I have one last
goodnight kiss? I'd like that, if you don't mind." She seductively pirouetted
over next to the redhead.

    Emily hesitated. "Sure." Seeing Vicki in her bra and panties, with
beautifully tan arms and legs, and disheveled blond hair, made the decision
easy. "Why the hell not?"

    The women embraced again. For both of them, the long kiss was satisfying
and yet somehow not enough. Vicki's thrashing tongue hungrily pushed itself
inside Emily's eager mouth, and Emily again felt her vagina grow wet. "Oh,
shit," she gasped, involuntarily resting her hand on Vicki's tan shoulder and
removing one of the bra straps. Vicki's right breast was now exposed. But
Emily wanted more. Quickly, both breasts were bared. She leaned and slowly
kissed and licked those wonderfully round, large, inviting, white tits. The
first kisses were gentle. But as her passion increased, Emily began playfully
biting Vicki's breasts. Meanwhile, Vicki put her cigarette in her mouth for
another hit.

    "Oh, God," she moaned quietly, holding the smoke inside. "I want to have
you again, Emily! I want to fuck you! I want you so bad!"

    "Me, too," Emily groaned. She forced her mouth on Vicki's, capturing smoke
from the most recent exhale. It tasted sinfully wonderful. Vicki obediently
breathed it out into Emily's mouth. Emily drew the smoke deep inside, into her
waiting, throbbing torso.

    Within moments, the girls were back on the couch, and they removed Emily's
clothes a second time. Vicki moaned suggestively. "Emily, we've got more
studying to do." She puffed on her cigarette and crushed it in the ashtray.
Then she grabbed Emily's red head and pulled her pretty face violently toward
her. "Don't you agree?"

    "Fuck, yes," Emily sighed. They shared another smoky kiss. Yeah, she liked
smoking this way. She liked having Vicki even better! Her hands again found
their way into Vicki's panties. Slowly, Emily again pleasured her friend, her
fingers moving in and out, in and out. Vicki moaned. Emily kissed her hard,
tasting the strong smoky flavor of Vicki's mouth. The taste excited her even
more.

    Emily was quickly moving toward another orgasm. Oh, God! It felt so damn
good! It was late, but she didn't fuckin' care. She'd tell her mom she stayed
late to study with Vicki after the others were gone. That wasn't a complete
lie. They were studying, but this time the subject matter was unbelievably
luscious.

    Vicki's sweet body began to tremble. Emily's delicious blond lover was
also on the verge of another orgasm. Emily moved her mouth down, placing it
over the lips of Vicki's vagina. She licked and sucked. Vicki was close to
coming again. Emily sighed with anticipation. She knew she'd be next. Yeah,
these were some lessons!

   
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    It was after midnight. Her mother sat at the kitchen table, a determined
look on her face. "What do you mean you're moving in with George?" Emily
asked.

    "I told you. I've been going out with George for four weeks. He asked me
to move in. I told him yes. I'm giving up our lease. You'll have to find
somewhere else to live."

    Emily was stunned. Still tingling from repeated love-making with Vicki,
she didn't know how to respond to her mother's surprise announcement.

    "We've lived here for five years," her mother added calmly. "I called the
rental office. Because we're month to month, we can simply leave at the end of
this month."

    Emily looked at the wall calendar. There were only ten days left in the
month! How could she find a new place that fast? She didn't have the money to
stay alone. She was mad.

    "Damn you, mother," Emily whispered. "How can you do this to me?"

    "Look, I've been searching for Mr. Right for a long time. I think I found
him. Nothing will mess it up this time! You're 23 years old, for Christ's
sake. Get an apartment. Or move in with one of your damn study group friends!"

    That statement hit Emily like a ton of bricks. Holy shit! Vicki didn't
have a roommate! She had three bedrooms in her duplex. Maybe she could ....

    "Okay," she said defiantly. "I'll think about moving in with Vicki
Stewart. She has a big place and doesn't have a roommate. I'll move in with
her!"

    "Fine," Dana replied. Her tone turned sympathetic. "I'm sorry you have to
move in with a smoker, but hey, that's life. It's a bitch sometimes!" She
turned up her nose. "You know, you reek of cigarette smoke every time you come
back from that place."

    "Vicki smokes," Emily said blandly. "So do the others in the study group.
There's nothing wrong with that."

    "Yeah, right," Dana replied. "They're all rotting their lungs out! I'm
glad you're too smart for that. At least I raised you too smart to take up
that foul habit!"

    "Yeah, thanks, Mom," Emily snapped. "You've done real well by me. That's
for sure."

    Dana was hurt by the last remark. "Honey, I said I'm sorry. There's
nothing I can do. George wants me. He's the first good man in fifteen years
that does. He's divorced, he's got a damn good job, he's good looking, and
he's decent. I'm not turning down this opportunity."

    "I know, Mom," she sighed. "I don't blame you. I'm tired, and it's a
surprise, that's all."

    "I'm sorry you got home so late tonight," Dana answered. "I wanted to tell
you when you weren't tired and stressed. You look exhausted."

    "Yeah, I'm a little tired," Emily admitted. That was an understatement!
Two hours of passionate kissing, pussy sucking, and finger fucking with blond
Vicki had completely worn her out! "We'll talk about this more tomorrow."

    "Good night, dear," Dana said with a weak smile. "Thanks for
understanding."

   
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    During the class break the next night, Emily hurried outside. As usual,
Vicki was with the smokers. Tisha, Amy and a girl named Melissa were there. So
was Steve. He'd definitely fallen off the wagon. He was smoking like the
regulars now.

    "Hi, Emily," Vicki smiled. "How are you?"

    "Great," she replied. "Can I talk to you alone for a minute?"

    "Sure," Vicki said, somewhat taken aback. "Just a minute, guys."

    As they walked away from the others, Emily explained her predicament.
While listening, Vicki took a series of repeated, long drags on her cigarette.

    "Shit," she finally exclaimed. "I don't know, Emily. We had a good time
last night, but I'm not sure I'm ready to have you move in with me. I'm not a
fuckin' lesbian, you know."

    "I don't care about the sex thing," Emily explained. "I mean, I enjoyed
it, too. But that's not why I'm asking. I need a place to crash for awhile.
The lease is up at the end of the month. I've got nowhere to go. What do you
say?"

    Vicki thought. "Okay," she sighed. "We'll manage. It might be awkward, but
we'll figure it out. The place is my dad's and he doesn't charge rent. You can
stay for free, if it helps."

    "It helps a lot," she said appreciatively. "I don't know how I'd afford
rent and school, too. Thanks, Vicki," she added.

    "You're welcome." Vicki's familiar smile returned. She put her cigarette
to her lips. "On Saturday, start bringing your stuff. By the end of the month,
we'll get you moved in." She paused. "Do you want to tell the others you
started smoking?" she whispered with a wry smile.

    "No. I haven't started smoking. I only want to smoke occasionally. That
hasn't changed. Don't tell anyone I'm a smoker, for Christ's sake!"

    "Okay," Vicki shrugged. "I'll just tell 'em I have a new, non-smoking
roommate." She exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Don't worry, Emily. It'll work fine.
It might even be fun."

    "I hope so," she sighed, seeing the wanton look on Vicki's face. "I hope
so."

   
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