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This fictional account contains explicit sexual material, adult language and adult themes. If such material, language and themes offend you, please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2001 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing it. Thanks to AZ-MAN for his ongoing ideas, support and encouragement I WANT YOU BACK 2. A Message From a Friend. Susan got home from work at six thirty and turned on her computer. Bob wasn't home yet, but that was typical. He rarely got home before seven or seven thirty. Waiting for the computer to boot up, she checked the answering machine for messages and absent-mindedly leafed through the mail. Finally, she opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of Diet Pepsi. In the old days, she'd have lit up a cigarette before checking the computer. But those days were over. She sighed. They were gone, but God, she had to admit, she still missed smoking! She had several email messages from friends and family. She looked at the last one. She didn't recognize the address. It was from an anonymous email account. That puzzled her. She clicked to open it. It read: "Susan, today I found out that Bob is having lunch tomorrow with another woman, one who smokes and who works at the company. You may not know what's going on with Bob. Susan, the fact that you quit smoking will come back to haunt you in a big way. Bob's not happy about it. You know what you should do. If you're smart, you'll start smoking again immediately. Don't try to contact me, other than by responding to this anonymous email address. It could be dangerous. Love, an old friend." Susan gasped. Things weren't going well between her and Bob since she quit smoking. But she didn't think anyone else knew. So who could've sent that message? It had to be someone Bob knew at work, and someone who also knew her. But why didn't they just contact her directly and identify himself or herself? She didn't know. She thought about who was left at the company from the days she worked there. After she and Bob got married, she took a job as an office manager at a public relations firm. They felt it wasn't smart for her to work in the same office he did. There were only two possible candidates. One was Bob's friend Mitch Robertson, and the other her old friend Peggy Wells. In the old days, Mitch and his wife Andrea socialized with Bob and Susan. She considered Mitch a friend, but his primary loyalty would have been to Bob, not to her. Even so, it was possible Mitch was concerned enough about something like this to tip her off. He probably knew the extent to which Bob was unhappy with her decision to quit. As for Peggy, she hadn't seen Peggy since she stopped smoking. They, too, used to socialize together, long after she left the company. Peggy was a good friend, at least as long as they were both smoking. To be honest, Susan had shunned her after she quit. She didn't like being around her old smoking friends after she swore off cigarettes. Peggy wasn't the only one Susan had left in the dust, so to speak, but she a significant loss. Peggy might want to warn her about something like this. But whether it was Mitch or Peggy, it made no sense to email her anonymously and ask her not to contact them. She frowned. This was weird. Susan hit the "reply" button and typed a quit comeback: "Dear Friend: Thanks for the warning. You're right. Things haven't been good with Bob and me since I quit smoking. I don't know what you've heard from Bob, but I know he's upset by my decision. I gather from your message that you think something romantic may be going on with Bob and this other woman, the one who smokes. But I can't start smoking again. I just can't. I'm interested in any other advice you have. In the meantime, I'll be as nice to Bob as I can. Sincerely, Susan." She read the message over and then clicked the "send" button. Would Bob cheat on her? He was definitely pissed because she wouldn't have sex anymore when he'd been smoking, which was most of the time. She sighed. Maybe she'd have to relent and put out more often. In the beginning Susan hoped that withdrawing sexual favors from Bob would influence him to quit, too. But it didn't work. If anything, it made the whole subject an even bigger bone of contention between them. And now she might be on the verge of losing him altogether. As she sat thinking, a new email message appeared on her screen. It was from the same anonymous "friend." She clicked on it. "Susan, I just got your message. You're making a big mistake!! If you want to keep Bob, you must start smoking again. This isn't worth it, believe me. This woman has absolutely no moral scruples. She'll smoke with Bob and fuck him. She'll steal him away from you before you know what happened. Bob's always loved you. But his patience is running out. Don't make it so hard for him to decide where he's sexually satisfied. Light up, stupid! As always, your friend." Susan gulped. She again hit the "reply" button and typed a follow up message. "Dear Friend: Why won't you identify yourself? It'd be easier if we could talk face to face about this. You're right; Bob and I haven't been making love much recently. I've been trying to push him into quitting smoking. Maybe that was a mistake. If so, I'll change my approach. But I'd like to know who you are. Sincerely, Susan." She waited and took a big sip of Diet Pepsi. The time lag drove her crazy, so she left to go upstairs to change her clothes. When she returned, sure enough, there was another message. "Susan, I can't tell you my identity right now. Trust me. Eventually it will all become clear why that's best. But for now, you only need to know one thing: You have to start smoking again as soon as possible! Your happiness hangs in the balance. The decision is yours. Don't fuck this up! Sincerely, your friend." She frowned again. She considered replying one more time, but decided not to. There was nothing to be gained. She knew what her `friend' would say, and she just couldn't do it. She just couldn't start smoking again. She'd agonized over her decision to quit more than Bob or anyone knew. She loved to smoke; she always had. She'd been a smoker since high school, and she loved the habit. She adored lighting up a cigarette and sucking smoke into her greedy lungs more than twenty times a day. She thought she'd never quit. But then her mom called her one fateful evening eight months ago. The news of her Aunt Barbara's lung cancer poured cold water on her devotion to nicotine. She remembered the call well. Her mom told her of her aunt's diagnosis, and she freaked. Like many people in her twenties, Susan figured she was invincible. The news about Aunt Barbara shook her to the core. Barbara was only forty-five, and she lived only two months after the diagnosis. Susan's mom and Barbara, her mom' s sister, lived in Atlanta. Susan didn't go to the funeral. It was too far away, and she was way too upset. But during the time between that first phone call and the funeral, she decided she should quit. It'd been hard as hell to stop smoking, but she'd done it. And now here was someone saying she should start up again. Part of her wanted to jump on that advice, go out and buy a pack of her beloved Newports, and begin smoking again right then. But she couldn't shake the picture of Aunt Barbara, a life-long smoker, dying of lung cancer. It couldn't be ignored. No, she'd have to solve this new problem with Bob another way. "Honey, I've been too hard on you about this smoking thing," she later told Bob after they finished supper. "I've been giving you lots of shit about smoking in the house. That's not fair. I promise not to get on you about it anymore. I still wish you'd quit, but I'm not going to make your life hell over it. The decision about whether to keep smoking is totally up to you." Bob looked up from his magazine. "Well, that's a switch," he said with a smile. "But it's very nice. To what do I owe this sudden change of heart?" "Oh, nothing in particular," Susan replied, almost too casually. "I've just been thinking about how unfair I've been. That's all." Bob reached into his shirt pocket for his pack of Benson & Hedges. "You're serious? Are you sure?" he asked expectantly. He shook a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth. "Yes, absolutely," she smiled bravely. "Go ahead. I don't mind." Bob lit up a B&H and sucked an initial drag of smoke into his chest. "It's no fun being a smoker living with a non-smoker, Susan. You were happier when you were smoking, too. I wish you'd reconsider your decision to quit." She bristled. "Bob, we've been over this. I had to quit. I just had to. It's not that I didn't like it. You know I did. It's just that . . . ." "I know, I know," he replied. "You don't want to die like your Aunt Barbara." "That's right," she nodded. "I'm sorry, Bob, but it's for the best. However, I promise not to give you shit anymore. It's your decision." The smell of his cigarette was pleasant to Susan. She sat down next to him and nuzzled up against him. "I also feel terrible about the way I've been turning down your requests to have sex all the time," she whispered, running her fingers up and down his leg. "Maybe when you're done with your cigarette, we could think about going upstairs to make love." Bob brightened. "God, Susan, what's gotten into you?" He smiled, feeling his cock stiffen. "I'd much rather make love to you than jerk off in front of the stupid TV." Her hand rested on his swollen cock. She knew she was turning him on, and she wanted to increase the temptation. "I want you to fuck me, honey," she whispered eagerly. "Right now. I can't wait. Tell me you want to fuck me, too. Let me hear you say it. I love that." "I want to fuck you, babe," he happily sighed. "But are you sure you want to fuck me? My breathe smells like cigarette smoke, remember?" She began pulling down his zipper. "Honey, I don't give a damn if you smell like shit," she murmured eagerly. "I just want to fuck!" From inside his pants she freed his throbbing member and gently began stroking it with her fingers. "Just go ahead and finish your cigarette, baby. Because I've got something else here that will keep my mouth busy for a little while." Bob took a long drag on his cigarette and moaned with pleasure as she licked his cock. "Oh, yeah, Susie," he groaned with delight. "It's just like the good old days." Yes it is, Susan thought to herself. And whoever that bitch is you're going to lunch with tomorrow, you bastard, let's see if she can top this! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bob stood by the front door of the office building. Brandy Benson stepped out of the elevator and waltzed up to him. "Hi, Bob," she smiled cheerily. "Your car or mine?" "Let's take mine. It's in the executive lot, right by the door." With no hesitation she took his arm. "Great," she said with a big grin. "Let's go." They walked to his red Boxster two-seater. He opened the door for Brandy. She slid in, and settled into the leather seat. "Damn! Nice car," she said approvingly as he entered the driver's side. She pulled a leather cigarette case from her purse. "I assume you don't mind if I smoke in it?" "Of course not," he laughed, pointing to the open ashtray full of cigarette butts. "Even if you don't smoke, I will." She quickly slipped a cork-tipped cigarette between her lips. "God, that's what I like about you, Bob," she sighed. "You're obviously an absolutely incorrigible smoker!" Brandy clicked a slim, expensive looking, gold Calibri lighter to ignite her cigarette. With an audible `whoosh' she sucked smoke deep into her lungs and held it there. Bob couldn't help noticing how sexy this sounded. Without meaning to, he smiled in reaction to the noise. She smiled back, as if she knew the effect she was having on him. "You're not at all shy about your smoking habit, Bob," she went on. "I like that. No self-effacing shit. As you can see, that's exactly the way I am, too. I never apologize for being a smoker. Never!" He watched her exhale a long stream of smoke into the car's interior. "Yeah, I can tell," he laughed again. "You don't seem the least bit uncomfortable about being a smoker." "No, I'm not, Bob," she said earnestly. "I'm proud to be a smoker, and I admit, I like to smoke every single fuckin' chance I get." She took another long drag, and again audibly inhaled the smoke. "You and I are soul mates, at least when it comes to this particular subject." Bob lit up a B&H of his own as she exhaled again. "You've got that right, Brandy," he said appreciatively. He sensed this would turn out to be a very pleasant lunch. And it did. They visited an upscale place called Berton's and sat in the smoking section. Brandy lived up to her self description. She smoked constantly from the moment they sat down, and when their food came, she didn't stop. "I hope you don't mind," she giggled. "But after going a long time without smoking, I like to smoke while I eat. You don't mind, do you, Bob?" "No," he smiled back. "I don't mind at all." He was smitten by the way she indulged herself with her ever-present cigarettes. He loved to watch beautiful women smoke, especially when they appeared to be totally addicted. And Brandy was that. She smoked voraciously, and with great style. The audible `whoosh' she made each time she inhaled or exhaled drew even more attention to her fascinating mannerisms. By the time they were done eating, she'd smoked six cigarettes. When coffee was served, she lit up again, going back to her leather case for yet another. Watching closely, he saw that her brand was indeed Marlboro 100's. At that close range he spotted the familiar red and white pack design inside her monogrammed burgundy leather cigarette pouch. "So, tell me, Bob." She held her freshly lit cork-tipped cigarette by her face, with her wrist cocked perfectly. "You're a married man. Does your wife smoke, too?" Bob looked down. He sighed. "No, she doesn't. She used to, but she quit six months ago." He removed a B&H from the pack in his jacket pocket and lit up again, too. "Oh, poor baby," Brandy pouted. "I'm so sorry to hear that. God, it must be hard for you, since you like to smoke so much. It's the pits having to smoke alone all the time. I hope your wife doesn't give you shit about smoking, now that she's quit." "I'm afraid she does," he admitted halfheartedly. Brandy was fascinating, but he was reluctant to discuss his marital situation with another women, especially one as sexy and alluring as the lovely brunette sitting across the table. "Oh, that's awful," she seductively sighed. "I'd find that intolerable. But you're an attractive guy, Bob. Why don't you just leave the bitch?" "Well, it's not that simple," he explained. "To tell you the truth, I haven't completely given up hope that Susan will eventually come back. After all, it's only been six months." "Six months is an eternity, Bob," she shot back. "How has Susan - is that her name? - how has her quitting affected your sex life?" Bob startled. "What?" Brandy laughed. "When I have sex, I like to smoke. And I know I'm not the only one. Don't tell me you and Susan never smoked while you were fucking?" He nervously manicured his cigarette in the ashtray and cleared his throat. "Candidly, Brandy, I don't think it's any of your damn business." "Of course it's not," she said with a giggle, rolling her eyes. "But so what? You can tell me, Bob. I totally understand. I was just in a relationship where _my_ partner quit smoking on me, too. Believe me, it sucks, big time! So, tell little old Brandy all about it. You _did_ used to smoke together while you fucked, didn't you? And you liked it, too, didn't you?" Bob slowly nodded. "Yeah, we did. And I loved it. But now I'm lucky if she'll make love with me at all. She always complains about my mouth tasting like licking a dirty ashtray." She licked her lips. "Mmm, I think sounds yummy!" She giggled lasciviously. "I'm serious. Anything that reminds me of smoke, I absolutely love. Like I said, I'm not in a relationship right now, Bob. What would you think about you and me getting together?" He stopped in mid-exhale. "Oh my God! Are you propositioning me, Brandy?" "Sure, why not?" "But I'm married, for God's sake!" She mockingly shook her head as she manicured her cigarette in the ashtray. "And what does _that_ have to do with anything? God, Bob, don't be so Victorian! I'm not suggesting we get married, for Christ's sake. I'm only proposing that we console each other by fucking. Your bitchy wife no longer smokes when you have sex, and I'm single and unattached." He hesitated, so she went on. "Look, I'm not worried about being the `other woman,' if that's what you think. I was the `other woman' in my last relationship. I'm used to it. It doesn't bother me. I want a relationship with a smoker, Bob. You do, too, I think. Can you honestly say that you don't find me attractive? Fooling around together would be damn nice. You know it's true!" He hesitated. "God, Brandy, I don't know." He looked at the lovely siren smiling across the table. She _was_ damn good looking. And she was sexy as hell smoking. He sighed. "It's a hell of an offer, Brandy. I just need to think about it." She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray and reached for another one. With it perched in her lips, she smiled seductively. "How about a light, Bob?" Instinctively he reached for his lighter and lit her up. As she sucked on her fresh Marlboro 100, she began running her foot against his leg under the table. "Bob, this is only about sex, pure and simple. I don't need you for anything else. I've got plenty of status, and money, too. The IS job market is great. With my experience I can get a new job anytime I want. That's why I left my old job. I was bored. Eventually I'll leave here and go somewhere else. Someone's always willing to pay for my computer expertise. My interest in you is only because I'm looking for a man who'll fuck me and give me pleasure. The only candidates I consider are full-fledged smokers, Bob. That's why I wanted to have lunch. You're good looking and smart. I knew that from the moment I saw you and heard what Peggy had to say about you. This lunch only confirmed what I suspected from the start. We should get together, Bob." "But what about Susan?" Brandy laughed out loud. "What about Susan? Just don't tell her, Bob. She never needs to know. I'm sure you often work late. A few nights a week you and I can go to dinner and then back to my place to fuck and smoke. Or, hell, we'll order pizza and stay at my place if you prefer. Susan will never know. Tell me honestly. Do you really believe she's never cheated on you?" "I don't know," he stammered. "I guess I've never thought about it." "Is she good looking?" "Oh yeah," he confirmed with a sigh. "She's damn good looking." "Then I bet you any amount of money she's cheated on you. Everybody does it, Bob. It's not weird. I'm surprised you haven't thought about it." She paused for another hit on her Marlboro. "Do you mean to tell me you've never cheated on Susan?" Bob squirmed. "I have," he admitted. "I was at a sales convention a couple years ago, and there was this buxom, young blond. We had a few drinks, and . . . . " "See," Brandy triumphantly exclaimed. "That's what I mean. Susan never found out, and everything was fine. Fine, that is, till she quit smoking. On the other hand, if you don't feel you need it, if you really think you get everything you want and need in bed at home, then I guess there's nothing more for us to talk about." "I didn't say that," he immediately answered. He blushed. "I'm _not_ happy. To be honest, Brandy, I spend a hell of a lot of nights jerking off in front of the TV these days." "And just think, Bob," she said smoothly, batting her eyes. "Instead, you could be fucking me!" She took another long drag and laughed. "How about tonight? Let's give it a try, Bob, and see what you think. I know you'll be completely satisfied. I'm great in bed, and I'll smoke the whole time. It's what I want, and what you want, too. What do you say? My place, right after work tonight?" He vacillated momentarily, then nodded. "Okay, Brandy. You've got a deal. But it's only for sex. That's it. No strings, no attachments, no expectations. Just sex." She smiled broadly. She was clearly pleased. "That's right. It's only about fucking." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "But you know what? We'll have a hell of a lot of fun, Bob. I'm exactly the kind of smoking partner you had before Susan quit; actually, I'm even better, I'm sure. I'm great in bed, Bob. Trust me. You won't regret this." He smiled. "I hope not, Brandy." His eyes betrayed his excitement. He wanted her. He slid his leg under the table and began stroking hers. "You are exhilarating." "Yes," she demurely replied, chaining into another cigarette. "I know." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That afternoon when Bob went outside to smoke, he found his friends Mitch and Peggy with Brandy and another girl, Melinda. All of them were already smoking. As he approached, Mitch grinned. "So, Bob, how did your lunch go with Brandy?" "Fine," he said simply, lighting up a B&H and glancing at the saucy brunette. "Oh, it was wonderful," Brandy gushed. "Bob is great. In fact, he and I are having dinner tonight, too." Bob shot her an annoyed look. She ignored it. "Why?" Peggy asked. "Is there something going on ?" "No, of course not," Brandy laughed. "Bob told me his wife Susan recently quit smoking. It really pisses him off. Susan bitches at him about quitting, too. But he doesn't want to. I have some ideas about how to start Susan smoking again. That's all there is to it, really." "Susan's an old friend of mine," Peggy observed. She lifted a Virginia Slim to her lips for a long drag. "We worked together when she was here five years ago. We used to socialize together. But since Susan quit smoking, I never see her." She looked at Brandy. "I shouldn't admit this, but I'd like to see Susan smoke again, too." "God," interrupted Melinda. "I can't believe you're talking like that! I don't know your wife, Bob, but smoking's a terrible habit. I wish _I_ could quit. I just can't," she added in a melancholy tone. "Comeon, Melinda," Peggy countered. "You and Brian have been married a year now. And I know Brian smokes. How would you feel if he quit and you couldn't?" Melinda shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "I suppose I'd be happy for him." Peggy laughed. "Bullshit! It'd drive you crazy, Melinda, and you know it. When someone like Susan quits, it changes her relationships with her old friends who smoke. I know. Susan never talks to me now. I understand why Bob is pissed. It's not the same, I'm sure, now that Susan quit. He just wants it to be the way it was, because if I know Bob, he'll never quit!" Bob nodded. He was glad the conversation had shifted away from his upcoming dinner with Brandy. It was very smooth, he had to admit, the way Brandy casually disclosed they were getting together, while plausibly covering it with a very believable story. "Yeah, Brandy just went through a similar situation," he explained, spinning the deception out further. "She had a relationship with a lover who quit smoking. I'm interested in her ideas. I love Susan, and I want what's best for her, but it's been hell living with an ex-smoker the last six months. Brandy understands. I'm sure the rest of you do, too." It was Mitch's turn to nod. "If my wife quit without me, I'd shoot her," he laughed. "It may not be good for us, but at least we're on the same page when it comes to our little habits." Brandy looked straight at Melinda. "You see, dear, I think Bob needs our support." She paused to light up a second cigarette and sucked an initial burst of smoke deep into her lungs. "We smokers all have to hang together, or . . . ." "Or we'll all hang separately," Mitch laughed, finishing her sentence while Brandy stopped to exhale. "Well, good luck, guys. I hope you come up with a plan to make it happen." "Don't worry," Brandy mysteriously smiled, still exhaling. "I feel pretty confident about what's going to happen here. Don't you, Bob?" "Yeah, I sure do," he answered with a smile. As he did, Brandy give him an almost imperceptible wink. |
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