First in the Class, Part 3

    This fictional account contains adult language and explicitly sexual
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    FIRST IN THE CLASS

    3. Coming Out of the Closet.

    The next Saturday Emily arrived at Vicki's with boxes full of her things.
Tisha and Amy were already there when she arrived. They laughed seeing Emily
carrying her stuff.

    "So, you're moving in with Vicki?" Tisha asked rhetorically. "I don't
believe it. Vicki smokes constantly, and you don't. Maybe we'll turn you into
a smoker yet!"

    Emily grinned. "We'll see," she said playfully. "How about a hand with my
stuff?"

    Tisha, Vicki and Amy made several trips to bring in boxes and
miscellaneous items. Steve arrived before they finished, and helped carry
heavier items. Within minutes, Emily's car was empty and the boxes were
stacked in the second bedroom.

    "I'm bushed," Tisha exclaimed, sitting down on the couch in the living
room. She reached for her purse. "I need a cigarette," she said definitively.

    "Me, too," Steve smiled, as he pulled out a pack of Merit 100' from the
pocket of his windbreaker.

    "Oh, my God, I knew it," Tisha exclaimed joyfully. "All right! We got
another one back from the non's!" She opened her box of Salems and deposited
one in her mouth. After lighting up, with the cigarette still dangling from
her lips, she reached over and lit up Steve, too.

    "How does it feel to smoke again?" she asked, exhaling her first puff.
"Are you okay with it, or do you feel guilty?"

    "Actually, I'm relieved," Steve admitted. "Quitting seemed like a good
idea until I tried it," he quipped. "I missed these things. My roommate Bob is
upset. But he'll get over it. I've now officially quit quitting!"

    "Cool," Amy agreed, lighting up a cork-tipped Winston 100. "I hate
quitters," she added with a big grin.

    Vicki lit up, too, and the five of them began working on the contracts
lesson. It was hard. Emily had trouble paying attention. For the first time,
she felt left out. With Steve smoking, she was the only non-smoker. She didn't
really want one. But the aroma of cigarette smoke reminded her of the other
night's scintillating sexual experience. She'd been close to Vicki. In a
different way, she wanted to feel closer to the other four. After all, they
were her best friends.

    Thirty minutes into the session, Amy went to the bathroom. A short break
ensued. Vicki brought out chips and dip for a snack. Everyone had coffee or
soft drinks. When Amy returned and plopped on the couch, Emily knew it was
time. After setting the bowl of chips on the table, Vicki was in the process
of lighting one of her Marlboro Lights 100's. Emily looked at her.

    "Hey, Vicki," Emily said, speaking unnecessarily loudly. "Can I have a
cigarette?"

    "Oh, sure," Vicki said casually. She grinned. She'd hoped if Emily would
do this. "Are you sure?'

    "Oh, yes, I'm sure," Emily smiled. She gave the others a smug,
self-satisfied look.

    "Oh, my God! Emily?" Tisha exclaimed. "You?" She grinned from ear to ear.
"Are you smoking, too? Don't lie to us!"

    "Vicki and I experimented the other night, after you guys left. She taught
me a few things." She flashed Vicki a smile and a wink. No one else noticed
the double entendre. "It wasn't bad," she said carelessly. "I'll smoke a
cigarette with you now and then. I'm just being sociable, you understand."

    With a smile, Vicki handed Emily the cigarette she just lit. "Here, take
this one," she offered. "I'll light another for myself." Knowing Emily'd never
lit one herself, she didn't want her to be embarrassed in front of the other
smokers.

    "Thank you," Emily said with a shy smile. Every eye in the room was fixed
on her. The smoke from her cigarette spiraled toward the ceiling. While they
watched, she put the long, white cigarette to her lips and sealed them around
the filter. She took a small puff. It was more of a sip than a drag, but smoke
filled her mouth. She inhaled. The inhale was shallow, but deep enough to show
she knew what to do. Finally, she tipped her head and exhaled a thin stream.
"Very nice," she announced lackadaisically. "Thanks very much."

    "Oh, God, Vicki, you are such a bitch!" Amy exclaimed. "I love it! Now
everybody smokes! None of us have to apologize for smoking as much as we
want." She took a long drag on her Winston. "Emily, welcome to the club!"

    Emily took a second puff. "I'm not a real smoker," she countered, pausing
to exhale. "I'm only smoking to be sociable."

    "Yeah, right," Tisha voiced sarcastically. "That's what everyone thinks in
the beginning. I guarantee you. When we first started, all of us planned to
only smoke occasionally. You know, just for fun? But before we knew what
happened, we were smoking all the time! That's how it works." She flicked some
ashes in the ashtray and returned her cigarette to its position of attention
beside her face.. "How do you feel? Do you like it? Or are you mostly
tolerating it?"

    "The latter," Emily admitted. "I thought it'd be cool to be more a part of
the group. You all smoke now, so I figured I should learn, too." She carefully
returned the cigarette to her mouth for a third puff. Quickly exhaling, she
continued. "You all enjoy it. I wanted to learn why."

    Vicky grinned. "She's doing great for only her second cigarette. Don't you
think? I'm damn proud of her. She's already smoking like a pro!"

    The last was not completely true. After three successive puffs, Emily felt
the physiological impact of having nicotine in her bloodstream. The diluted
smoke she'd shared with Vicki was weak. But the nicotine rush from this
directly inhaled smoke caused a physical reaction, a mixture of euphoria and
seasickness, as her body reacted to the relatively unknown, foreign agent.
Everyone else was offering congratulations, but she felt wobbly. She trimmed
some ashes in the ashtray and tried to smile.

    "Hey, you look pale, Emily," Amy noticed. "Are you okay?"

    "I think," Emily replied slowly. She decided to try another puff. Raising
the cigarette to her lips, she took a deliberate drag. She inadvertently made
it longer than her previous ones. She inhaled, and this time felt a catch in
the back of her throat. By consciously relaxing, she resisted an urge to
cough. As the smoke filled her lungs, there was a strong head rush. By the
time she finally exhaled, her head and her stomach were swimming. She
sluggishly reached for the ashtray to put out her cigarette. In the process,
she almost fell off the couch.

    Vicki jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She returned with a can of Diet
Pepsi. "Here, drink this," she ordered sternly. "Take a sip," she added, when
Emily failed to obey.

    Emily tried the soda. She took one sip, then another.

    "It will settle your stomach," Vicki explained. "And the caffeine
substitutes for the stimulation of the nicotine. You'll come down slowly,
without getting sick."

    "How did you know what was happening to me?" Emily asked. She already felt
better.

    Vicki paused for a hit on her cigarette. "I remember _my_ first
cigarette," she explained with a smile. "I felt terrible. I almost threw up
trying to impress my friends. Big mistake," she grinned. "How do you feel?"

    "Better," Emily admitted. She watched Vicki's delayed exhale and grinned
sheepishly. "God, I'm so sorry. I didn't exactly feel sick, but for a second I
thought I'd pass out."

    "You'll get past that feeling soon enough, if you stick with it," Tisha
assured her. "But apart from that, do you like smoking?"

    Emily shook her head. "I still don't really like the taste," she said with
determination. "But I like the head rush." She offered a sly grin. "It was
cool, but too strong. Yeah, I liked it. Does it always feel this way when you
smoke?"

    "Oh, God, no," Vicki answered. "Your body learns to tolerate nicotine. But
at first everyone reacts like you did. You aren't used to nicotine. It
over-stimulates your nervous system. Your body grows accustomed to nicotine
real fast. Soon your system demands it. At that point, the head rush no longer
happens. But don't get me wrong. Nicotine always feels good when you load it
in your system." She smiled. "That's why we love to smoke."

    Emily nodded as she took a sip of Diet Pepsi. "Thanks for the drink. I
feel better. But I don't think I'll smoke again anytime soon."

    "Take your time," Tisha said charitably. She took another long drag.
"You'll be back," she added with a smile. "They always keep coming back."

    They returned they attention back to studying. Emily was slightly buzzed
from her first public cigarette. But what she really wanted was something
else. She wanted to see Vicki alone..

    The group stayed until nine. Tisha was the last to go. When she walked
out, she asked if Emily was leaving.

    "I'm going to unpack some stuff," she smiled. "After all, I'll live here
in a few days."

    "Okay. I'll see you guys," Tisha said happily, walking out into the
darkness. "Nice to see you smoking, Emily. 'Bye, Vicki."

    As the door closed, Vicki pranced up behind Emily, wrapping her arms
around her red-headed friend. "Nice to see you smoking, Emily," she repeated,
in a high-pitched, sarcastic tone.

    Emily giggled. "Do I hear lack of sincerity?" She tried to turn, but Vicki
held her tight.

    "No, what you hear is completely sincere," she answered. "It was great to
see you smoke tonight." She released Emily, who immediately turned to face her
friend.

    Emily smiled. "You're kind of cute. Do you want something?" she asked
seductively.

    "I want a kiss," Vicki whispered, putting her arms around Emily's
shoulders. "I hope you do, too. I've been thinking about you all evening. I
want some tongue in my mouth!"

    Emily smiled. "Well, I want a cigarette," she replied primly. She put her
hands around Vicki's neck. "I want some smoke in my mouth."

    Vicki was pleased. "Okay," she grinned eagerly. "I want one, too. My God,
I haven't had one for at least ... shit, for at least ten whole minutes," she
laughed.

    Wriggling out of Emily's embrace, Vicki bounced to the coffee table. Her
pack of Marlboro Lights 100's lay on the table. Emily followed and fell onto
the couch. Vicki sat in the chair across from the sofa. Emily waited for a
cigarette.

    "Do you really want one?" Vicki asked as she extracted two from her pack.
"You don't have to smoke just because I want a one. I mean, Christ, I'm always
ready for another cigarette. You know what I mean? If you don't want one, I'm
happy to wait until after we ... you know...."

    Emily smiled lustfully. "I don't really _want_ a cigarette. At least, not
like you do. I still don't really like the taste. It's bitter, though the
nicotine rush is good. I do enjoy that. I just want to get good enough so I
can smoke with you guys once in awhile."

    "That's cool," Vicki beamed. She handed Emily a cigarette. "Try lighting
it yourself this time, sweetie. You need to learn how if you're gonna smoke
even a little." She clicked the lighter and lit her own cigarette. She handed
the lighter over as she took her prolonged, first drag. "Go ahead. Try it,"
she urged, unashamedly holding the smoke inside her lungs.

    Emily brushed her red hair away from her face and put the cigarette in her
lips. She fumbled with the lighter. Finally, she figured it out. When the
flame erupted, she jumped. It immediately went out. She clicked it again, and
this time held the light. With cigarette dangling, she guided it into the
fire. She took a smallish first puff, and released the lighter.

    "Good," Vicki said gleefully as Emily released a first exhale. "God, you
look good with a cigarette! Let me watch you smoke for awhile. I want to see
how you do."

    After immersion in a smoke-filled room for three hours, Emily felt more
comfortable smoking this time. Her first puff and inhale were neither as long
nor as deep as Vicki's. She exhaled and felt no negative reaction, so she
slowly moved the cigarette to her lips for a second puff. Smoke from the
burning tip spiraled toward the ceiling. Inspired by Vicki's polished
technique, she took a longer drag this time. The tip burned bright. Tobacco
crackled as her cheeks hollowed from the pressure provoked by a hard draw on
the long, white cigarette.

    Vicki grinned from ear to ear. "Go, girl," she urged. "That's the deal!"

    Emily removed the cigarette and opened her mouth. A large ball of smoke
hung in the air, awaiting delivery to its ultimate destination deep inside her
body. She breathed in, pulling it into her chest. Her lungs anticipated the
moment. This time, there was no catch in her throat when she drew it in. Her
virgin lungs were full of delightful, warm tobacco smoke. She felt satiated,
gratified by the presence of the pleasant nicotine carrying agent nestled
inside her excited body. She tipped her head and slowly breathed out. At
first, nothing happened. Then a long, impressive stream of blue-gray smoke
began cascading from her sweet red lips, slowly at first, growing increasingly
dense, and then thinning again.

    "How was that?" she asked. The smile on her face showed how proud she was.

    "That's bitchin'," Vicki gasped. "Where'd you learn that?"

    "From watching you, Vicki, you sexy thing," she teased. "Each time you
take a puff, Vicki, it looks like a goddamn religious experience! I mean, you
suck so unbelievably hard on your cigarettes. Without fail, you always pull
the smoke incredibly deep inside your lungs. You hold it in like forever, and
then invariably smile like a fuckin' Cheshire cat when you exhale. I'm merely
imitating my mentor, Vicki, dear."

    Vicki moved onto the couch. She snuggled happily and firmly up against
Emily's tall frame. "Do it again, Emily," she said softly. "I want to see you
do it again."

    Obediently, Emily started another long drag. She jerked the smoke deep
inside, eagerly welcoming the euphoric, nicotine containing substance. Her
head buzzed, but it felt good. She was growing accustomed to the strange but
increasingly pleasant sensation. In a moment, she protruded her lower lip and
directed a plume of smoke into the air. She aimed the stream just over her
friend's blond head.

    "Oh, God, I can't wait another second," Vicki moaned. She took a quick,
hard hit on her own cigarette, inhaled, and frantically forced her mouth onto
Emily's sumptuous lips. Kissing aggressively, she discharged inhaled smoke
into Emily's hungry mouth. In turn, Emily sucked the smoke into her own lungs,
eventually breathing it back into her lover.

    Emily squirmed out of Vicki's embrace. "My God, girl, you're horny," she
said with an alluring laugh. She tapped some ashes into the overflowing
ashtray. "But I want to finish my cigarette," she teased, eagerly returning
the cigarette to her lips.

    While Emily took her puff, Vicki dragged, too. Holding the smoke deep
inside, Vicki looked at her lover. "Seeing you smoke really makes me hot,
Emily," she gasped. "I think it's 'cause you never smoked 'til we met. You're
my nicotine virgin and I want you. I want to make you smoke. And you want it,
too, so you can share my pleasure." She finally paused to exhale. "It makes me
want to suck your clit, you little redheaded bitch," she added with an evil
chuckle, smoke surging from her lips and nostrils, "and kiss your sweet,
freckled tits."

    "I hope you will," Emily smiled regally, taking another puff. She inhaled
deeply this time. The taste of the smoke was growing on her. By now, it was
pleasant. She slowly exhaled, watching tendrils of smoke flow from her lips.
She unbuttoned her blouse. She wore no underwear today, and lustful delight
enveloped her gorgeous face. "Are these the tits you're interested in?" she
asked with a licentious grin.

    Without answering, Vicki put her cigarette in her mouth. Taking the cue,
she unbuttoned her own blouse. Smoke flowed in and out of her mouth, helped by
heavy, passionate breathing. Vicki wore a black, lace bra underneath her
shirt. The clasp was in the front. She unhooked it, eagerly releasing her own
abundant breasts.

    "Your boobs are very pretty, Emily," she sighed. "What do you think of
mine? I hope you want them as much as I want yours."

    Emily said nothing, but moaned in agreement. In tandem, both girls took a
last drag and rested their burning cigarettes in the ashtray. Vicki slithered
over next to Emily. They joined lips for a long, sensuous kiss. Smoke from
their lungs escaped from the corners of both mouths, and their nostrils, while
they kissed. They could restrain their excitement no longer. Bare chests
touched, naked breast against naked breast. Vicki pushed, and Emily eagerly
acquiesced, collapsing onto her back on the couch as Vicki mounted her supple
frame.

    "We're gonna have fun as roommates," she sighed, kissing Emily's breasts.
Her hand anxiously found its way into Emily's shorts. Vicki's long fingers
found the pleasure spot.

    Emily was flat on her back, writhing. "Fuck me now," she whispered
passionately. "I want you to fuck me, Vicki!"

    Vicki was eager to please. But first her left hand found its way to the
table ashtray, and she retrieved a burning cigarette. Her right hand moved
inside Emily's vagina. With trembling fingers, Vicki deposited the cigarette
into her panting lips for an extended drag. With lungs full of smoke, she
returned the cigarette to the ashtray and pushed her mouth against Emily's.
Torrents of smoke poured into Emily's expectant mouth. In turn, she sucked the
smoke into her lungs while Vicki's fingers skillfully touched her pussy.
Without warning, a smoky scream erupted from inside Emily, the first of
several successive orgasms for the lovely redhead. The excitement was
contagious. Vicki came, too. She intrepidly threw herself onto the taller
girl, moving her own body spasmodically as she climaxed. In rapid succession,
the girls repeatedly felt pleasure, until they'd exhausted themselves and
their capacities for gratification.

    Later, as they lay on the couch half-dressed, Vicki reached for her
cigarettes. She retrieved a Marlboro and put it in her mouth. Emily smiled. It
was no surprise that Vicki needed another cigarette. After all, smoking was
part of her persona. Emily loved seeing the delight on Vicki's face each time
her lovely blond friend initiated this ritual. Vicki's prolonged, initial hit
eventually resulted in large amounts of smoke escaping her mouth and nose.
Emily sighed with pleasure and silently motioned for a turn. Vicki smiled and
handed the cigarette over. Emily's cheeks hollowed as she took her turn,
pulling smoke into her own exhausted but satisfied lungs. Smoking felt good to
her now. She still wasn't sure she wanted to be a real smoker. But she
certainly enjoyed smoking with Vicki at that moment.

    Impulsively, Emily rolled over and gently kissed Vicki on the cheek. Not
sure exactly what it meant, she quietly whispered to her blond companion. "I
love you."

    "I love you, too," sighed Vicki. She took another extended drag on her
cigarette. "I'm glad you're moving in with me," she added.

    Emily agreed. "It'll work out." She wiggled her fingers. Vicki handed her
the cigarette a second time. Emily puffed and handed it back. "I might want to
smoke with you sometimes," she smiled, pausing to exhale.

    "I hope you'll want to," Vicki sighed. She reached for the ashtray and
manicured the cigarette. "You're certainly enjoying it tonight."

    "I am," Emily sighed with satisfaction.

   
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