The Hong Girls, Part 4

THE HONG GIRLS

by uciboy

PART FOUR

Once back in their living room, Michelle pulled out the unopened package of
Capris.  She had waited until she got home so that she could fully enjoy the
experience of smoking her "own" cigarettes.  Patty handed her the lighter and
set the ash tray down on the coffee table.  "Merry Christmas, sis."

Michelle held the pack in her hands, nearly shaking with anticipation of
smoking one of her new cigarettes.  She unwrapped the seal and opened the flip
top.  "Man, these are even skinnier than yours," she said to Patty.  She was
impressed at the packaging and the care that went into protecting each
individual cigarette.  She pulled one out and held it between her fingers.
Never before had she seen a cigarette so thin.  She flicked her new lighter
and carefully brought the flame to the tip.  The smoke had a smooth feel to it
as she inhaled it into her lungs.  "Oh, I like these," she told Patty.

Patty, who was already half-way through her own cigarette, smiled in approval.
"I hope God doesn't punish me for what I've done," she said, "but I just
couldn't stand watching you suffer while I smoked as much as I wanted."

"So you still haven't told me how you started, Patty.  I wanna here all the
details.  You were such the anti-smoker when you left for college.  What
happened?"

"Okay, I'll tell you.  But don't get freaked out.  I've never told anyone
this."  Patty put her cigarette out and immediately lit another one.

Michelle was really curious now.  What could her sister be hiding?

"I told you that Jennifer and Ann were my neighbors in the dorm.  Well, these
dorms are really run down and one night my roommate and I found a mouse behind
our dresser.  We refused to sleep in there one more night until the housing
office fumigated the place, so we split up to sleep with friends.  I slept in
Jennifer and Ann's room.  Of course I knew that they smoked in their room
against university policy but was so glad to get out of my own place that I
didn't care.  And by that time, they're smoking really didn't bother me.
After all, I put up with Mom's smoking for 18 years.

"Anyway, these are pretty small rooms - just two beds, two desks, and a big
dresser that both occupants have to share.  But the three of us had a great
time just hanging out.  They have a TV and a VCR so we watched movies all
night.  Soon they brought out a bottle of wine - also against university
policy - and before we knew it we were smashed.  That's when I decided to
light a cigarette."

"That's it?  That's when you started smoking?" Michelle asked, clearly
disappointed.

"No, no."  Patty double pumped a puff.  "I didn't even inhale it.  I just held
it in my hand, took a few puffs - you know, just tried to look cool with it.
They kept trying to get me to inhale, but I wasn't that drunk.  After a few
puffs I just put it out.

"Anyway, Jennifer pulled out this Asian porn video from a box under her bed
and asked 'Should we...?'  I was game and so she put it in.  Now we had
already decided that Jennifer and Ann would sleep in one bed while I slept in
the other.  I didn't think anything of it at the time.  They were good friends
- no big whoop.  So we're watching this awful porn picture, just laughing at
the sex scenes for an hour and a half.  But it was strange when the first
lesbian scene came on.  Ann started chain smoking and both of them got real
quite.  In fact, I thought I saw Jennifer's hand start to caress the inside of
Ann's thighs.  When the scene was over they would start laughing again at the
movie - until the next lesbian scene when this time both started chain
smoking, just taking deep puff after deep puff.  The room filled up with so
much smoke the fan at the window could barely circulate the air!"

"Were you smoking?"  Michelle asked.

"I had just one more before we turned out the light.  Again, I didn't inhale
anything, but I was clearly starting to enjoy the act of smoking - holding it
between my fingers, blowing the smoke across the room; it really felt cool."

"How was the movie?"

Patty leaned back with a big smile.  "Pretty good, actually.  I was kinda
wet."  Michelle blushed but asked her sister to go on.

"Jennifer and Ann both said they were ready for bed as soon the video was
over.  It was so hot that night and I wasn't very tired anyway, but it was
their room so we turned out the light, I crawled under just a sheet, and I
closed my eyes.  A few minutes later, I started to hear what sounded like
kissing.  When I opened my eyes I saw Jennifer on top of Ann, her tongue deep
inside Ann's mouth, and both butt naked under the sheet.  'What the fuck,' I
thought to myself.  I could have just turned to face the wall and ignore it,
but I couldn't stop watching.  I mean, I was getting turned on!

"Soon Jennifer's tongue began to move down Ann's throat, down to her breasts,
down to her stomach, and then between her legs.  Before I knew it I had moved
my own hand down to my pussy and started to caress my clit.  I just could not
take my eyes off them.  

"Ann kept her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, but was trying hard not to
moan.  She reached for her Virginia Slims and lit one, blowing the smoke high
towards the ceiling.  Jennifer stopped only to light one of her Mores before
inserting her smokey tongue back into Ann's vagina.  Watching them fuck in the
orange glow of their cigarettes nearly brought me to orgasm.

"It was as if they were oblivious to my being there.  I was getting really wet
now and had worked my fingers deep into my cunt.  Suddenly Ann turned her head
in my direction and our eyes met.  She could see me masturbating under the
sheet and she smiled.  Cigarette in hand, she said softly with a wave, 'Come
here.'" 

Patty put out her cigarette and lit another one, her third in a row.  Only by
sheer will power was she not masturbating in front of her sister as she told
of this experience.

"It was like I was possessed, Michelle.  Had I even wanted to stop myself I
couldn't have.  I slowly got up and walked over to the side of their bed.
Jennifer's hands reached up under my shirt and began to caress my breasts
while Ann just laid back and watched, taking deep puffs and engulfing me in
her smoke.  Jennifer slowly pulled down my panties, gently took my hands and
sat me on the bed.  She got onto the floor between my legs and her hands
caressed the inside of my thighs.  My mind told me that I shouldn't have been
doing what I was doing - but that in itself made it feel even better.  It
felt...so...wicked.

"Ann sat up along side me and began to move her fingers up and down my back
with her left hand.  With her other hand she lit a fresh cigarette and brought
it up to my lips.  I took a puff and slowly let the smoke float out of my
mouth.  She put it between my lips again and whispered, 'Inhale it.'  I did -
and felt this tremendous rush throughout my body.  Jennifer's fingers began to
caress my clit and Ann again held the cigarette to my lips, whispering, 'Just
inhale it.'  I took an even deeper puff this time and felt as though I were
floating off the bed.  Both of them were smiling, urging me on as I took puff
after puff, inhaling deeply.  I was in ecstasy and was on the point of
cumming.  

"Finally, Jennifer took a long puff and put her face between my legs, letting
the smoke rise up between my breasts toward my face.  I could feel her tongue
deep in my pussy, swirling and swishing.  Never before had I felt so much
pleasure.  When Ann put a fresh cigarette in my mouth and a lighter in my
hand, I lit it immediately and took a puff that must have lasted 3-4 seconds.
She kept whispering in my ear, 'Just smoke - feel its power - take it in deep
- deeper - deeper!'  When I inhaled my pussy exploded.  My body tensing up
only made Jennifer lick my clit even harder until I finally grabbed her hair
to make her stop.  I pulled her face upward and saw her lips dripping with my
fluid.  I came a second time at the sight of it, letting out a loud moan as my
body trembled.

"Ann took my cigarette in her hand and began smoking it herself.  She brought
my head down onto her lap, slowly running her fingers through my hair, and
just whispered over and over, 'Wasn't that good?'  Jennifer sat down along
side me and gently caressed my breasts, occasionally bringing one of her Mores
to my lips.  Within 15 minutes I was sound asleep."

Patty stopped to take a sip from her Coke and could see in her sister's eyes
that Michelle was very uncomfortable.  "There's nothing wrong with it.  I'm
not a dyke, or anything.  I mean, I still love men, too."  Patty looked down
at the floor, bringing her cigarette up to her lips and quickly inhaling and
exhaling a puff. 

"When I woke up the next morning I found myself back in the original bed.
Jennifer and Ann had already left, the wine bottle was gone, the ash trays
were put away - I would have thought the night before might have all been a
dream had I not had a terrible chest ache from all the smoke I inhaled.  There
were just two cigarettes on the nightstand - one Virginia Slim, the other a
More - with a note underneath:  'Jen and I have an early class.  See you
tonight at dinner?  P.S.  Thought you might need these later. Ann'  Let me
tell you, as bad as my chest was hurting at that moment, another cigarette was
the last thing on my mind.  But after I showered and got cleaned up, ready to
go to class, I had this incredible urge to have one.  Since I was still in the
privacy of their room, I decided to smoke one of them.

"I sat on the bed and lit the Virginia Slim, taking a deep drag.  I inhaled it
immediately - no more just puffing for me - and felt the same rush I had the
night before.  I put my hand between my legs and just started stroking my
crotch.  Soon my zipper was down and I was fantasizing about the night
before."  Patty reflected for a moment about that morning and smiled.  "Ah
man, I came with such a powerful force.  I knew I was a smoker when I decided
to go late to class so that I could have the More cigarette Jennifer left."

There was a long and awkward pause before Michelle, not knowing what else to
say after hearing her sister may be bisexual, said, "I've always wanted to try
one of those.  How are they?"

"Kinda strong...a bit too pungent for me."

"So why did you choose Saratoga?"

"Well, I wanted something different.  Mom smokes Virginia Slims 100s - which
are wonderful - but I wanted a brand of my own.  Something that was
sophisticated and sexy, but not too feminine.  I shopped around, trying
friends' cigarettes at parties, and tried a friend's Saratogas.  It was love
at first sight and I knew that I had found the right cigarette for me."

Michelle examined the pack.  "I've never seen these before."

"They're not easy to find, believe me.  People are always asking me if they're
foreign."

"So...um...."  Michelle was searching for the right way to ask.  "Did
you...um...-"

"Did I ever fuck them again?" Patty interjected.  Michelle felt really
embarrassed.  "It's okay, you know.  There's nothing wrong with a woman
expressing sexual emotions with other women like they do with men.  Hell,
there's nothing wrong with men doing the same with other men.  I mean, as long
as you're careful these days."

Patty took one last sip from her Coke and dropped her cigarette in the can.
"In answer to your question, though - no.  It was just a one shot deal for me.
They wanted me to, and a couple of times I'd go in their room to smoke and
masturbate while I watched them - which of course really turned them on that
they had an audience.  But I didn't participate any further than that.  That
doesn't mean I won't in the future if the urge strikes me - and I know they'd
be willing.  But I'm not sure it's my thing, you know?  I'll take a big dick
any day."

Michelle burst out laughing in mid-puff and began coughing out smoke.  "Ugh,
that feels awful," and she dropped her cigarette in her sister's Coke can.  

"You've smoked a lot today, girl.  You're gonna feel pretty gross tonight if
you don't slow down."  Patty was right.  Michelle had smoked two in a row just
since she got home and was starting to feel sick to her stomach.

"Sis," Michelle asked, "what are we gonna do about Mom?"

"Yes, the 'Mother Factor.'  Hmm, I haven't quite figured that out yet.  She
was pretty firm about you not starting until you're 16."

"16?!!  But I'm only 14 now!  What am I supposed to do for the next two years?
Hide it?"

"Well, you could always quit," Patty said mischievously.

Just the thought of having to stop smoking after finally starting was
depressing.  Michelle reached for her Capris and decided to light one after
all.  "You gotta help me, sis.  I don't want to stop - not now - not ever."

"Mom can be pretty stubborn - all three of us have it.  It's in our Korean
blood - a Hong-girl thing.  'I have no desire to win the PTA's 'Irresponsible
Parent' award,'" Patty said, mimicking her Mom.  "Well, we'll think of
something.  Until then, though, you're gonna have to be real careful.  I'll
set you up with a supply next time I go out - so make this pack last through
the evening.  And for God's sake, don't let Mom catch you smoking.  You know
her temper."

"But she's never told us NOT to smoke."

"She never had to," Patty replied.  "We were anti-smoking Nazis, remember?"

"But she wasn't mad with you?"

"I know, but I'm older.  In fact, I started later than she did.  I think she
sees it as some older lifestyle choice.  I swear, she complains about all this
anti-smoking crap in society but then buys it completely when it comes to her
own daughter.  So she's not gonna be too pleased to see her baby girl puffing
on a 120 cigarette."

Michelle looked at the cigarette between her fingers.  She did not want to
have to sneak around the house, but there was no other choice at the moment.
"So tell me about this party we're going to tonight."

"Ah, yes - the party.  You're gonna love it.  It's what we call a 'Smoke
Party.'"

Michelle had never heard of such a thing.  "What is it?"

"Everyone who attends the party must smoke something: cigarettes, cigars,
pipes, anything you want.  Most of us will smoke cigarettes and so we will be
required to display our brands in some way to others.  The object is to try
and guess a person's personality by the brand they smoke and then see if your
assumptions are correct once you get to know them."

Michelle was confused.  "How can you tell what a person is like by the brand
they smoke?"

"Well, it's totally subjective, of course.  But think of it this way.  What
kind of image does a Marlboro smoker want to put forward.  Kind of tough?
Masculine?  Camel smokers tend to be funny, a little goofy.  Even Capri
smokers choose their particular brand for some reason."  

Michelle nodded her head, "Yeah, it sounds like fun."

"It's also a great way to try out other brands - which is how I found my
Saratogas.  These parties are a helluva lot of fun, and some people go all
out."  Patty smiled.  "For you, little sister, it will be a 'coming out'
party."

END PART FOUR

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