Kate's Candy, Part 3

Kate's Candy
by an02
Part 3 of 3

That night in bed, Kate reflected on her success. She thought back to earlier
in the day, when her and Anne were working together in the kitchen preparing
supper. Her dad had not yet arrived back home, and when Anne lit a Max, after
she had taken a couple of drags Kate gathered her courage and asked for a
puff for herself. "Just take it," Anne had said, and Kate was able to
retrieve the long cigarette from its resting place in the ashtray and enjoy a
puff. She was able to try a slightly longer drag than her usual and it felt
even more wonderful when she inhaled it. A minute or two later she was able
to have a second puff, and really enjoyed sharing the smoking experience with
her mom. Kate realized that by only having a puff or two at a time she was
able to avoid the bad effects she had suffered when she had smoked too much
in the bathroom and was able to better enjoy the sensations of smoking. It
continued to feel wonderful to her, and she thought of how she was now
sharing her mom's lung candy as she closed her eyes and began to play with
herself. It didn't take long for her to bring herself off.

The pattern she set on Wednesday continued for the rest of the week with only
minor changes. Kate only had 5 or 6 puffs each day, most of them during the
daytime. But when the opportunity presented itself, she would take advantage
of the situation to have a quick puff in the evening too. It was a little
more difficult on the weekend since her dad was around more, and she would
have to take a bit more of a chance to obtain her treats, taking puffs in the
kitchen or whenever when her dad was elsewhere in the house. Since she didn't
actually need to smoke, it was almost like a game for her. But it all worked
fine and she was able to keep her place on the smoking train.

School resumed Monday and with it came a change in her routine. Her dad left
for work much earlier than she had to leave for school, so since she would be
away until mid-afternoon she decided to have a couple of her puffs early in
the day following breakfast after her dad had left. Then when she arrived
home she would have 2 or 3 more while helping her mom prepare dinner.
Finally, she would find a way to have another 2 or 3 in the evening. It all
was going very well, and Kate was really enjoying the experience. 

Anne was still not particularly happy about the position she had put herself
in, but was grateful that Kate had kept her word so far. She hadn't abused
the privilege, and was keeping her requests within reason. But she also had
noted that already Kate was starting to puff harder, and was inhaling more
deeply than she had at first. She believed that it wouldn't be long before
things began to change for all of them.

Kate was still having fun with her new secret activity. The more puffs she
had under her belt, the more comfortable she was becoming with her smoking,
and the more she began looking forward to it. She still wasn't anywhere near
close to being addicted, but the first tiny roots of a craving already had
begun to entwine themselves in her subconscious. When she would see her mom
inhaling on her cigarette, she would feel a slight twinge of envy and feel
like doing the same herself. After a couple of weeks, she began to be a bit
more bold in pursuit of her lung candy. If Anne was holding, she would
sometimes just cover her mom's hand with her own and take the cigarette for
herself. Or if a cigarette was left burning in an ashtray, she would simply
help herself to a drag or two. Over the next couple of weeks, she was easily
having 15 or more puffs a day. 

Her mother couldn't help but notice this escalation and wasn't particularly
pleased about it initially.  Sometimes she just found it annoying more than
anything, especially when Kate would simply take a cigarette from her hand
without asking. It seemed very strange at first for Anne to see her daughter
holding one of her long cigarettes, bringing it to her lips, drawing upon it,
and inhaling just the same as she did. But over time she became accustomed to
it and accepted it as something she would just have to get used to. She also
noticed that Kate, in addition to puffing more often, was now consistently
taking longer drags and inhaling deeper than before. She still wasn't as
expert as Anne, but it was obvious that her daughter was close to crossing an
important threshold when it came to her smoking.

Because of that, Anne had told Jim about their daughter's secret after she
had been smoking for about a month. Jim was surprised, and found it almost
funny when she told him about Kate's desire to keep it from him. Although he
was curious to see Kate smoke in front of him, he agreed to keep it quiet for
now. His tacit acceptance made it easier for Anne to accommodate Kate's
growing requests.

As her smoking continued, Kate now began to feel the occasional urge to
smoke, not just a curiosity.  The beginnings of a habit were taking root, and
her occasional puffs were starting to not be enough for her. So she began
asking more often, and most of the time Anne complied, even sometimes
offering Kate a few puffs without her asking, anticipating the request. When
they were in the car Anne would smoke almost automatically, so now she
usually offered Kate a puff or two every time she lit up when they were
driving. Or if she was smoking when they arrived at a destination, she would
let Kate finish the cigarette for her before they got out of the car.
Sometimes she would let Kate light cigarettes for her, giving her a couple of
puffs of her own in the process. As a result, by the time Kate's birthday
arrived in March she was exceeding 20 inhales a day.

On Kate's 15th birthday they had a special dinner to mark the occasion at
home. Kate was allowed a glass of wine, and that only made her feel like
smoking even more when she saw her mom and dad light up when they were having
their coffee afterwards.  She was starting to think about how she could get
her mom to come into the kitchen so she could have a puff, when Anne picked
up her pack and extended it towards Kate, asking with a smile, "Would you
like one, honey?"

Kate was shocked, and began to try to speak. Her father was sitting right
there, and he didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, his only reaction was to
display an amused grin on his face. "It's all right, Kate," Anne said. "Your
dad knows, and he's fine with it. I'm sure you must want one. Go ahead."

"Really?," Kate asked, looking towards him.

"Really," he replied. "Go ahead and smoke, Kate. It's all right."

"Wow... well, thanks, then," she said, sliding one of the long Maxes out of
her mom's pack. Anne flicked the lighter and extended it towards her as Kate
bought the filter to her lips. She just drew enough on it to get it lit and
pulled away, unsure of what exactly was going on. An explanation was soon
forthcoming as she sat there holding the burning cigarette, almost afraid to
puff on it.

"I obviously talked about this with your dad," Anne said. "It seems as though
you've decided that you want to keep on smoking occasionally. Am I right?"

"Well, I guess so, yeah," Kate replied. "I really do like it."

"That's what I thought," Anne answered. "So we decided it was time for you to
be a little more open about it. We're changing the ground rules a bit. We
still just want you to smoke only at home - not outside with your friends,
not at school, no place but here. But we're going to let you have your own
pack. No more puffing on mine. When you want one, you can have one of your
own. Not too many - I'll be watching that. Does that sound OK?"

"OK? That sounds awesome!," Kate exclaimed. "Thanks mom! Thanks dad!"

Consider it a birthday present for turning 15," Jim said. "Don't disappoint
us, Kate."

"I won't," she vowed. "This is so great, I just can't believe it!"

"So, are you going to actually smoke that?," Jim asked. "I've never actually
seen you do it."

"Oh, sure. Sorry," Kate said, blushing. She brought the Max to her lips and
began to pull on the filter.  After about 3 seconds she withdrew the
cigarette and inhaled fairly deeply, closing her eyes and enjoying that
wonderful feeling she had started to love. After a couple of seconds she was
able to deliver a respectable exhale across the room. 

"You look like you enjoyed that," Jim said.

"Oh, I did," Kate admitted, blushing again. This all still seemed very
strange to her. 

"How long have you been doing this?," Jim inquired.

"Only, what, a couple of months?," she asked. Anne nodded. "I just hope I can
smoke all of this," Kate said, gesturing with the Max. "They're so long, and
kind of strong. I've never smoked a whole one before," she said, thinking
back to her experience in the bathroom on New Year's.

"I'm sure you'll manage just fine," Anne said. "And even if not, don't worry.
It won't take long before it becomes second nature. That's the way it goes
with smoking, Kate. Before you even know it, you're a smoker."

"I guess," Kate said, hearing the word "smoker" used for the first time to
describe herself.

"My daughter's a smoker," Jim said to nobody in particular. "I never thought
that would happen."

"Hey, c'mon... I don't know if I'm going to keep on smoking," Kate protested.

"Trust me," Anne said. "You smoke like that for much longer, and you will be.
It's impossible not to get hooked if you're inhaling all the time, Kate."

Her mom's words hit Kate hard. A combination of fear and excitement swept
thru her at the sudden realization that they were right. She would get
hooked. She might even be slightly hooked already.  Was it something she was
able to deal with? What would the consequences be? All of these thoughts were
racing in her mind as she looked at the long cigarette between her fingers.
Suddenly it was almost as if someone or something else was controlling her
movements as she saw her hand raise the cigarette to her lips, and that same
force made her take a puff on it. She pulled for 3, then 4 seconds, longer
and harder than ever, and inhaled extra-deeply compared to her normal
routine. The pleasure she felt as the smoke swirled around in her lungs was
the most intense ever, and she felt that excitement run up and down her spine
all over again as she saw an endless exhale, just like her mom's, exit her
lips. "My god," Kate suddenly thought, "it's true. I'm going to get hooked.
I'm going to be just like them." 

Kate finished her Max at the dinner table with no difficulty, even though she
had never had that many puffs in one sitting before. It was very strange for
her to sit there with her parents, puffing away just like them, but she very
much enjoyed having an entire cigarette for the first time. She felt slightly
dizzy near the end, but attributed that to the glass of wine she had been
allowed. That cigarette satisfied her for a few hours, but mid-evening she
was watching her mom smoke and felt it was time to do the same herself. Given
her new privileges, she asked Anne, "Mom, could I have a cigarette, please?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," Anne said. "You shouldn't have to ask me any more. I
forgot to give you your own pack. Wait a sec," she said, arising from the
sofa to go into her bedroom where she kept her carton. She returned a moment
later and handed over a sealed blue pack of Max 120s. "Here you go, Kate,"
she said. "I didn't open them for you. Just pull off that little strip
there," she explained. 

Kate felt excitement at opening her very first pack, especially when she saw
all the cigarettes and realized they were hers to smoke whenever she wanted.
She carefully extracted one and held it for a few seconds, before Anne said,
"Go ahead and use my lighter. I'll have to pick one up for you when I go out
next time." Kate worked the lighter and cautiously brought the Max to her
lips. She lit it easily and settled back on the sofa next to her mom, their
cigarettes sending twin ribbons of smoke into the air. After a few seconds
she couldn't resist any more, and had to take a puff. Anne glanced at her and
smiled knowingly as she pulled smoke through the filter. Kate still felt
slightly embarrassed, but inhaled comfortably and felt the wonderfully
satisfying sensation of breathing the rich smoke into her lungs. She held it
in for a few seconds before exhaling, as Anne watched and commented, "Feels
nice, doesn't it?"

"Mmmm," Kate mumbled, still exhaling. "I really like it. But I still can't
believe it."

"Well, honey, it was obvious that you really were getting into it. I figured
there was no way you were going to stop any time soon, so you might as well
smoke on your own instead of just taking puffs from mine. That way you don't
need to rely on me when you feel like smoking."

"I appreciate it, mom," Kate said. "But I just don't know if I can smoke such
a long cigarette. I mean, I like them, but I don't know if I can handle so
many puffs all at once."

"Oh, you'll be fine," Anne said. "I know these are a little unusual, but
they're what I smoke, so that's what you'll have to smoke too unless you want
your dad's. I'm not buying you another brand." Jim smoked Camel Filters, and
they never really appealed to Kate like her mom's did. 

"Not really," Kate answered. "I guess these will be OK. I just hope I can
handle them," she said, taking a puff. 

Over the next few days Kate settled into a new smoking pattern. Now, if she
wanted to smoke, she had to have an entire cigarette, not just a couple of
puffs. In the morning before school, instead of 2 puffs, it took her 10 to 12
drags to finish her Max. The same thing occurred in the afternoon after she
got home from school. Kate would make a beeline to her room where her Max 120
pack resided and enjoy an after-school cigarette with her mom. Then, if she
helped Anne prepare dinner later in the afternoon and she felt like smoking
after seeing her mom doing it, she would have to smoke another Max of her
own. A similar thing occurred in the evening. As a result, Kate was smoking a
minimum of 5 cigarettes a day right from the beginning, and more than doubled
the number of puffs she inhaled. Just as Anne predicted, she had no trouble
handling it, and found herself taking more pleasure in actually smoking her
own cigarette rather than just taking a few puffs from her mom's. Kate
discovered she liked the look of handling and holding a cigarette, and as she
gained experience with the physical effects, she began enjoying the more
intense smoking experience even more than before. 

After a few weeks of this, the inevitable began to occur. Kate started to
develop a craving for cigarettes. At first it manifested itself near the end
of the school day, where if she let her mind wander her thoughts would turn
to smoking. They seemed to feed upon themselves and by the time she would get
home she would be dying for a cigarette. When she was finally be able to
satisfy herself, another inevitable effect took place. Kate would puff longer
and harder, and inhale more deeply, in an attempt to get her body the
nicotine it was demanding. This soon became her regular smoking style, one
that was very similar to her mom's. Satisfying her cravings in that way felt
great, and Kate began to become even more attached to her new habit. This led
Kate to begin lighting up more often in response. After two months of
smoking, Kate was up to 10 cigarettes a day.

Anne observed this and was not particularly surprised. After all, she had
predicted it, and Kate was merely following the same path she had taken so
long ago herself. She was slightly troubled by it, but more by the
difficulties of concealing her 15 year-old daughter's habit from those who
might disapprove more than anything. While Anne was somewhat disappointed
that Kate had taken to smoking in the first place and had now obviously
gotten herself hooked, she knew that her daughter was enjoying her new habit
and couldn't see how she could deny Kate the same pleasure that she loved so
much herself. Although she would not let Kate smoke on her own outside the
home, she did begin to let her take her pack with her when they went out and
allowed her to smoke with her in the car. That began on Memorial Day weekend
when the three of them went on a long-weekend trip to the mountains. They
were facing a long drive and Kate was permitted to smoke in the back seat.
That weekend saw her daily consumption reach a new, although temporary, high.
Subsequently she would smoke along with her mom whenever they went out in the
car and Anne would light up. That became a cue for Kate and she would usually
follow suit.

By the end of the summer, Kate's habit was up to about 15 a day. She had
begun having a cigarette before breakfast along with one afterwards,
habitually smoked at least one, and sometimes two cigarettes after meals, and
generally smoked at least once an hour during the day. She realized that she
had gotten herself hooked, just as she thought would happen on the night of
her birthday when she had her first full cigarette. But she loved her lung
candy more than ever. Certainly, she now had a slight cough at times, and it
was a pain to be craving them at times when she couldn't smoke. But she still
loved the wonderfully sensual feeling she got from smoking, and understood
more than ever her mom's attachment to the habit. She enjoyed watching
herself in the mirror of her bedroom, handling the long, elegant cigarette,
and practiced smoking in a stylish manner like her mom. In short, Kate was
learning to enjoy being a smoker. 

When school began in the fall Kate began to have great difficulty in enduring
a six-hour school day without a cigarette. Her cravings, especially after
lunch, were very difficult for her to cope with and she suffered terribly.
She begged her mother to let her smoke with some of her classmates but Anne
was reluctant to give in. Kate was still only 15 and Anne was troubled by
what others might think.  Kate did her best to comply with her restrictions
but she began to secretly get cigarettes from her classmates occasionally
when her cravings got the best of her. Usually that meant she would have to
smoke Marlboro Light 100s, the favored brand of most of the other girls who
smoked at school, and while they relieved her temporarily she found them a
poor substitute for her Max 120s. Kate felt extremely guilty at smoking
against the express wishes of her mom, but had no choice. She realized that
she had now reached the point where she had to smoke.

The thought that she was now hooked was both disturbing and exciting for
Kate. She was enjoying her cigarettes more than ever, and the special feeling
they gave her, while more subtle now, was more pleasing than ever. Sometimes,
when she lay in bed at night and masturbated, she would feel like smoking to
enhance the effect. She began doing just that, and soon her mind associated
sexual pleasure with smoking. But those thoughts floating around in her mind
also began to provide food for strange dreams occasionally that she found
troubling. She was never totally sure exactly what they contained, but
generally they centered around Kate being unable to move, like a fly in a web
or a butterfly stuck to a board. Then in her helpless state she would be
approached by something - sometimes seemingly a creature, sometimes a machine
- that would make her smoke. It would pump smoke into her lungs endlessly,
and at first she welcomed it. But when she had enough in the dream and tried
to resist, it wouldn't stop, forcing her to continue taking in far beyond any
realistic amount of smoke, until she could take no more. Kate never knew if
that meant she died in the dream or if something else happened, because that
was the point when she always awakened - usually shaky and sweating, and
badly needing to smoke.

In March, Kate celebrated her 16th birthday and her one-year anniversary as a
permitted smoker. Like the previous year, her parents gave her a special
dinner and allowed her some wine along with it. Kate enjoyed the wine and
especially enjoyed being able to smoke with her folks while drinking it. As a
way of marking her sweet sixteen, Anne and Jim decided it was time to remove
all restrictions and told Kate she was now allowed to smoke wherever and
whenever she wanted, even in public. Kate was both thrilled and relieved,
knowing that she no longer had to feel guilty about smoking at school. 

The next morning, Kate prepared herself to show the world something new, and
quite rare. Kate Martin, an intelligent, attractive 16-year-old, was about to
go out and reveal herself as a teenaged Max 120s smoker. It was quite a
surprise to her friends, even those who knew she smoked already, since nobody
could think of another girl her age who smoked such a distinctive cigarette,
and who did it with such style and obvious pleasure. Kate took great joy in
showing off her habit, and realized that some of the other girls were
somewhat in awe of her advanced smoking ability. She began to feel more
confident, and began to use her cigarettes as a way of expressing that, just
as her mom did. That in turn led to her receiving a lot of attention from
some of her male classmates, and Kate became very popular. 

By the time summer was over and her senior year was about to begin, Kate was
a pack a day girl, and like her mom she was absolutely devoted to her Max
120s. She knew her lung candy, like the sweet kind of candy that tended to
rot your teeth, was equally bad for her lungs. But she no longer cared, and
the child of the 60's and 70's entered the 80's as a Max girl. She would
enjoy that self-indulgent decade even more thanks to her Max 120s, and though
she had to switch to VS 120s in the 90's when the Maxes became too hard to
find, they had left their mark. Kate would remain a devoted 120s smoker for
her entire lifelong smoking career, because that kind of lung candy was just
too sweet to give up.

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