Kelly's Wedding, Part 3

Kelly's Wedding
by Gray Haze

Part 3 - Kelly's, Jim and Cigs

Kelly awoke early at seven.  She grabbed her cigarettes off the nightstand
and headed out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.  While she was
waiting for the coffee maker, she decided to light one up.  She immediately
felt her body respond to the first infusion of nicotine as she exhaled her
first puff and followed quickly with another.  Once the coffee was done, she
grabbed the morning paper and sat quietly reading as she smoked.  The morning
boost felt heavenly.  "Now I know why smokers light up first thing in the
morning," Kelly thought as she crushed out her first cigarette.  "That tasted
wonderful."  Kelly read the paper for another minute and then decided that
since the first one was so good, that she would have another.  She found the
second one to be equally as good as the first, if not better, as the dose of
nicotine from the second one really kicked in.  She usually took a half hour
and two cups of coffee just to get going.  But as she crushed out her second
cigarette, she noted to herself how the combination of cigarettes and coffee
really got her up much quicker.

Kelly was quite excited about her upcoming date with Jim.  He was a great
guy, and she really looked forward to getting to know him much better.  Maybe
he'll turn out to be the one, Kelly thought as she lit her third cigarette of
the day up.  Well if he is, I guess I'll have to get used to doing this for
the rest of my life, Kelly smiled to herself as she exhaled a cloud of smoke
toward the ceiling.

Kelly didn't set her watch alarm that morning.  She figured that she was
ready, so no need to smoke so much.  But Kelly was nervous about her upcoming
date, and she found herself lighting up every half hour or so anyway.  She
soon found out how well smoking relaxed her.  

Becky stopped by at 11AM to go over a couple last things about smoking with
Kelly.

"Sometimes if I go awhile without a cigarette, I will take two consecutive
puffs, one right on top of the other," Becky said as she proceeded to show
Kelly the technique.

Kelly followed suit, performing the double pump just as Becky had shown.  She
was amazed at the incredible hit it gave her chest.  

"If it's nicotine you need fast, a couple of these will do the trick," Becky
said as she did another double pump.

"So Becky, why would you need to get nicotine so fast," Kelly asked with a
puzzled look on her face.

"Well Kelly, smoking is really addicting.  Your body gets used to having a
certain level of nicotine in it and let's you know when that level gets to
low."  Becky continued while taking another puff.  "We smokers call it a
nicotine fit.  Others call it a craving."

"Do you get them real often?" Kelly asked.

"The cravings, yes that is one of the reasons why I smoke so much.  Feeding
the cravings is the best part of smoking," Becky explained as she crushed out
her cigarette.  "Really bad cravings are called nicotine fits.  They get real
uncomfortable if you go too long without smoking."

"I guess I don't know what you mean," Kelly said with interest.

"Well that is because you're not addicted yet," Becky responded.

"Well I hope I don't," Kelly said as she crushed out her cigarette.

"You will if you keep on smoking," Becky said with a smile.  "But don't
worry, it usually takes some time to get good and hooked."

That was good news to Kelly.  Although she increasingly liked cigarettes, she
definitely didn't want to smoke the rest of her life.  The health risks were
much too great.  Of course, if she and Jim worked out, she might have to, but
then she figured that finding the love of her life would probably be the only
worthwhile reason to be a smoker.

"Say Becky, do you have any plans today?" Kelly asked.

"No, nothing important, that's for sure," Becky replied back.

"Would you like to hang out for the afternoon?"  Kelly continued.  "I have
some shopping to do, and having you around will help keep my nerves in check
for my upcoming date."

"Sounds good," Becky answered back as she pulled another cigarette out of her
pack.

"Besides," Kelly said as she paused to light one of her own. "I want to see
if I can keep pace with your smoking today.  It will be a good test for
tonight."

Near the end of that cigarette, Becky showed Kelly another trick.  

"I usually do this on the last puff of a cigarette," Becky said as she showed
Kelly.  "I take one puff, and then follow it with another, exhaling the smoke
out my nose while I puff on the second."

Kelly did as she was told.  It was the first time that she nose exhaled, and
found it quite satisfying.  

The two girls smoked two more cigarettes before noon, and then left for
lunch.  

"Make sure, Kellyk that you always keep a full pack in your purse at all
times," Becky said just before they left.  "Real smokers never leave
themselves short."  

Much to Kelly's surprise, the pack that she had just opened just prior to bed
last night was almost gone.  Amazingly, she had smoked 15 cigarettes that
morning, so she grabbed a new pack out of her carton and placed it in her
purse.

On the twenty minute drive to the restaurant, Becky lit up about half way
there.  Kelly followed suit.  It was the first time she had ever smoked while
driving.  It was at little cumbersome at first, but she got the hang of it
very quickly.  They sat in the smoking section at the restaurant.  Both
smoked two before and two after there meal.  By 1:30, Kelly had finished her
first pack of the day, and had opened her second.

They drove to a Target store.  Both had a cigarette as they drove to the
store.  They shopped for about an hour.  As they exited the store, Kelly
noticed Becky immediately pull a cigarette out and light it.  Kelly watched
as Becky did two consecutive double pumps, and then lit up one of her own.

"I guess you had quite a nicotine fit," Kelly said as she exhaled the smoke
from her first puff.

"I've been dying for a cigarette now for the last half hour," Becky answered
as they walked to the car.  

"Wow, you have trouble going an hour without smoking," Kelly said with a
laugh.

"It's tough," Becky said as she sucked hard on another drag.  "But it makes
this one taste especially good."

On the drive back home, Becky chained into two more cigarettes.  Kelly only
had one more, though.  It wasn't easy keeping up with Becky at times.

They got back to the apartment at 4PM and hung out for the next hour, both
smoking four more cigarettes.

"I have to hand it to you Kelly, you have really done a good job keeping up
with me," Becky said as she lit her last cigarette before leaving.  "I've
never seen anyone take to smoking as fast as you have."

"Well, thank you, Becky," Kelly said as she pulled out another cigarette.
"You taught me well.  I can't believe how easy it is.  I never thought I
could do it, but her I am, almost half way through my second pack today, and
I'm having no problems at all."

"So what are you and Jim doing tonight?" Becky asked Kelly.

"Dinner and a movie, I think," Kelly answered back.

"You know Kelly, I have an idea," Becky said with a grin.  "About half way
through the movie, make sure you get up and have a cigarette.  That will sure
convince him that you are one hopelessly addicted smoker."

"OK, that's a good idea, I'll do that," Kelly responded.  

Becky left at five.  Kelly's nerves came back, and she continued to smoke as
she had all day.  By the time the door bell rang at 6:50PM, she had just lit
up her 36th cigarette of the day.

"Hi Jim, please come in," Kelly said as she answered the door with her
cigarette in hand.  "Can I get you a quick drink before we leave?"

"No thank you Kelly, we have to get going soon," Jim said while he walked in.
"You sure look lovely tonight."

"Thank you Jim, please make yourself comfortable, I will be ready in a
minute," Kelly said while pointing to the living room couch.

Jim sat down and lit a cigarette while Kelly finished getting ready.  After
about five minutes, the two headed out the door.  Once in the car, Kelly
reached into her purse and pulled a pack out of her purse.

"You don't mind if I smoke in your car?" Kelly asked as she pulled a
cigarette out.

"No, please do," Jim responded as he reached his lit lighter toward Kelly.

The drive was only ten minutes.  Once at the restaurant, they were
immediately seated in the smoking section.  Once there, Kelly reached in her
purse and pulled her cigarettes out.  She then proceeded to light another
cigarette as she watched Jim follow suit.  Both had three cigarettes before
dinner, and three afterwards while they relaxed with drinks.

The theater was only a five minute drive, and they arrived about fifteen
minutes early.  They both pulled a cigarette out just before going in the
theater.  It took about five minutes to finish their cigarettes, and after
they put their cigarettes out, Jim headed for the door to go in.  Kelly then
reached in her purse and pulled another one out.

"Do we have time for one more, Jim?" Kelly said as she placed the cigarette
in her mouth.

"Yes, I guess we do," Jim said as he looked at his watch.  He then proceeded
to join Kelly for another.  "I love going to the movies, but its tough going
two hours without smoking."

"We'll be glad we had this second one," Kelly said as she exhaled into the
sky.  "This might tie us over until the end."

As they quietly smoked, Kelly was quite impressed at  convincing she was.
Although she was feeling quite smoked out, she knew that having that second
one would help convince him of her devotion to smoking.  Only hard core
smokers smoke like I have tonight, Kelly thought to herself.

Once the movie started, Jim started to snuggle with Kelly.  Dinner had gone
well, and the two were definitely attracted to each other.  Kelly was truly
on cloud nine.  

"I have to go to the ladies room," Kelly whispered to Jim about half way
through the movie.  After spending five minutes going to the bathroom, Kelly
headed outside.  She pulled out a cigarette and lit up.  This was part of her
plan for tonight.  No longer smoked out, she enjoyed the cigarette.  Her body
was responding well to her first cigarette in an hour.  It was very relaxing
in the cool night breeze.  

Once finished, she went back in, and sat down next to Jim as he placed his
arm around her.

"Did I miss anything?" she whispered to Jim so that he would smell the smoke
on her breath.

"No, the movie isn't that good," Jim whispered back.  "I should have joined
you for that cigarette."

"Yeah, after I went to the bathroom, I decided to have one," Kelly said.  "I
guess I was really craving one."

After the movie had finished, the two walked toward the door to exit the
theater.  Kelly had pulled a cigarette out as she was walking, and Jim lit it
immediately as they exited the theater.  Kelly did her best cheek collapsing
double pump, while Jim lit his cigarette.  

"Would you like to have a couple of drinks before we head home?" Jim asked
just after they got in the car.

"I would love to," Kelly responded.

The bar was only a couple of blocks away, and they put their cigarettes out
just prior to entering the bar.  The sat down at a quiet, secluded table, and
Kelly immediately pulled out her cigarettes and lit up again.  They spent the
next two hours drinking and smoking up a storm.  Jim was lighting up every 20
minutes, and Kelly followed suit.  They left the bar at 1 am, and both smoked
one more on the way to Kelly's apartment.  When they arrived, Jim walked
Kelly to the door and gave her a kiss.

"Say, what are you doing tomorrow?" Jim asked after two minutes of kissing.

"Nothing planned," Kelly responded.

"I'm going fishing at a nice secluded river.  We can pack a picnic lunch and
enjoy each other's company for the day," Jim said as he looked in Kelly's
eyes.  "Care to join me?"

"I don't fish, but I make a real good lunch," Kelly said.  "I'd love to go if
you let me pack the lunch."

"OK then, I will pick you up at 11 am," Jim said as he bent toward Kelly to
kiss her again.

Once inside, Kelly headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.  After
brushing her teeth and hair, she went back into the kitchen, opened up her
purse, and pulled her pack out.  She then went into the bedroom, placed her
pack on the nightstand and got in her pajamas.  After she crawled in bed, she
looked over at her cigarettes.  I guess I will have one more, she thought as
she reached over for her pack.  When she opened the pack up, she noticed that
there was only five left, in the third pack that she had opened.  Oh my, I
can't believe how much I smoked, she thought as she flicked the lighter to
life.  She quietly lay in bed as she enjoyed the sensation of the smoke
hitting her lungs.  The date went wonderfully, and Jim was everything that
she had ever dreamed of.  Looks like me and you are going to become good
friends, she said to herself as she looked at her burning cigarette.

Kelly awoke at about 8:30 the next morning.  She started to cough upon
arising, which forced up phlegm which tasted like cigarette smoke.  She ran
to the bathroom, and spit it out in the sink.  The color was light brown much
like a spent cigarette filter.  I can just imagine what my lungs look like
after how much I smoked last night, she thought to herself.

She then grabbed her pack, and headed for the kitchen.  Once in the kitchen
she lit up as she waited for the coffee machine to finish.  She did two
double pumps, greatly enjoying the sensation of the nicotine hitting her
system.  Need to keep this smoking up again today, she thought to herself as
she exhaled a huge plume of smoke toward the ceiling.  When the coffee was
done, she sat down and finished her cigarette while reading the paper.  Once
finished, she immediately lit up again.  Well, lungs, get ready, she thought
knowing that she was spending the day with Jim, you're getting a work out
again today.  As she quietly enjoyed the euphoria that the nicotine was
giving her she continued to think about smoking.  But don't worry lungs,
Monday is almost here, and you won't get near the workout.

Kelly finished her second one, ate breakfast and had two more immediately
after she ate.  Seeing that the pack was empty, she went to her carton to get
another one out.  She then realized that there was only one pack left, and
that she was going to have to buy more.  I can ask Jim to stop for cigarettes
on the way to fishing, she thought to herself.  She took a shower, and then
lit up again while getting ready.  At 10 AM she lit her sixth cigarette up of
the day.  As she was smoking, she started to think about how she just bought
that carton last week, and it is gone already.  Wow, I've smoke nine packs in
six day, she thought to herself as she smoked.  Once she finished her
cigarette, she started to make lunch for her picnic with Jim.  Over the next
50 minutes, she smoked another 3 cigarettes, almost out of habit now, rather
than out of a desire to smoke.  She hardly realized it.

Jim arrived at 11 am sharp, and the two immediately headed out the door.
Once inside the car, Kelly opened her purse and pulled out her Salem's.  Jim
followed suit, and offered Kelly a light which Kelly gratefully accepted.  

"Jim, could you do me a favor?" Kelly asked as they pulled out of the
driveway.

"Sure, anything for you, Kelly," Jim responded.

"I'm low on cigarettes, could we stop someplace so I can buy some more?"
Kelly said through a talking exhale.  

Jim drove another ten minutes and then pulled into the local tobacco shop.
Kelly grabbed her purse and went inside while Jim waited in the car.  Once
inside, Kelly walked up to the large shelf where all the cartons of
cigarettes were located.  She reached up and grabbed a carton of Salem 100's
and then hesitated.  "A real heavy smoker would go through more than a carton
in a week", she thought to herself.  Three packs a day times seven is twenty
one packs.  That is about two cartons, she thought as she did the mental
math.  It sure would convince Jim about my commitment if I carried two
cartons out to the car, she continued to think with a devious smile on her
face.

Kelly made her purchase and headed out to the car.  As she left the store,
she carried both cartons in her one hand, visible for Jim to see.  Once in
the car, she opened one carton, took out a pack and placed it in her purse.
Then after asking Jim where to put her cartons, she placed them behind her
seat.  She then took out her open pack and lit another cigarette.  It took an
hour to get to where Jim was going to fish.  Kelly smoked a total of four
cigarettes on the trip.  Once there, they walked 10 minutes to a very
secluded place on a small river.  It was beautiful, and so peaceful.  There
was a small flat ledge of shale stone, elevated overlooking some rapids in
the stream.  Jim placed a blanket on the ledge while Kelly set the picnic
basket down.

Kelly then lit a cigarette while Jim grabbed his pole to start some fishing.
Kelly sat and watched Jim for the next hour, lighting up every 15 minutes or
so.  It was a beautiful spring day in northern Minnesota, and the combination
of the slight breeze and the sun made the cigarettes all the more enjoyable.

Jim joined Kelly after an hour of unsuccessful fishing.  Kelly served lunch,
while Jim poured both a glass of wine.  They both ate, and then did a little
romance for the next two hours.  Kelly smoke incessantly the whole time.  She
even out smoked Jim.  But there was something about the whole day that made
smoking so enjoyable.  It really added to her pleasure.

Finally, Jim decided to do some more fishing, and Kelly joined him this time.
They fished for two hours.  Kelly caught one, dangling a cigarette in her
mouth while she reeled it in.  Finally, they enjoyed one more hour of romance
up on the blanket.  At six they headed for home.  Once at home, Jim walked
Kelly to the door and kissed her goodbye.

"I loved to see you again," Jim said to Kelly.

"Only half as much as I loved to see you," Kelly said while embracing Jim.

"I call you tomorrow," Jim said as he left.

Once inside, Kelly put her purse and picnic basket down on the kitchen table,
and put the two cartons on a shelf in her closet.  She sat back down and
reflected on the entire weekend with Jim.  She had never fallen for a guy
like this before, and she knew it.  She was on absolute cloud nine.  She then
decided to call her mother up to tell her all about him.  She liked to keep
her mom in touch with things, especially when things were good.  

Once she got off the phone with her mother, she emptied the picnic basket out
and put it away.  She then opened her purse up, and pulled out one empty pack
of Salem's and another one that had only five left.  I can't believe how much
I smoked this weekend, she thought to herself.  I've already smoked two packs
today.  Although she was quite smoked out from all the cigarettes she had
consumed that day, she didn't find it to be all that hard to smoke like that.
Her body seemed to tolerate it well and the mere act of smoking no longer
bothered her at all.  In fact, she found smoking to be quite pleasurable most
of the time.  But most importantly, she was happy with her performance, and
knew that she must have convinced Jim that she was absolutely a nicotine
junky.  

Kelly then fixed herself a salad for dinner.  After eating, she looked at the
pack of cigarettes and thought to herself, why not?  She found smoking after
eating to be very nice, so she grabbed her lighter and lit one up.  Looks
like I might be smoking for awhile, she thought as she exhaled a huge cloud
of smoke toward the ceiling.  Jim's a keeper.  As she sat there smoking, she
started to think about how she was going to deal with smoking.  She knew she
couldn't quit, because of Jim.  Yet, she couldn't keep smoking like she did
all weekend or she would become that nicotine junky that she tried to
convince Jim she was.  She thought about just smoking only when she was with
Jim, but how could she possibly just turn smoking on or off - not smoking one
day and chain smoking the next.  Too difficult, she reasoned.  No, she would
have to smoke at least some those day's she didn't see Jim.  Besides, she
kind of liked smoking now.  She just didn't want to get hooked.  An
occasional cigarette every day wouldn't hurt, she figured.

Later that evening she called Becky to tell her about the weekend.  While
talking she heard what she thought was a lighter clicking and a large exhale
from Becky.

"Did you just light a cigarette?" Kelly asked.

"Yes, I did," replied Becky.

"I guess I never realized that you could tell someone was smoking on the
telephone," Kelly said.  "Tell you what, I'll light a cigarette up, and you
tell me if you could tell."  Kelly then lit up and took a big inhale.

"Yep, I could tell," Becky asked with a laugh.  "So why do you need to know
that?"

"Jim's calling me tomorrow, so I better be prepared," Kelly giggled back.

The two girls talked for another hour.  Kelly smoked two more cigarettes
while talking.  Something about smoking while you're talking with someone
else who is smoking seemed so natural.  She went to bed at 11 and had one
more before turning the lights off to go to sleep.  

Kelly woke up at six, like she always does on a work week.  Her chest was
congested, and she immediately started to cough.  Her lungs were trying to
clear out the muck that was deposited in them the day before, and still being
unharmed by years of smoking, they succeeded quite well.  "Don't worry lungs,
I'll take it easy on you today," she thought as she grabbed her pack and
headed for the kitchen.  

She immediately lit up, while she waited for the coffee machine.  The feeling
of relief that flooded over her body while she inhaled those first puffs was
like nothing she had felt before.  She followed the first one with another
while she enjoyed her coffee.  "These first cigarettes are truly the best of
the day", she thought while lighting up her second cigarette.  She ate
breakfast, and then smoked another one before hitting the shower.  

At eight o'clock, she crushed out her fifth cigarette of the morning, grabbed
her pack and put it in her purse.  "I won't be needing these", she thought as
she took the pack out and put it on the kitchen table.  She then headed out
the door, and drove to work.  She arrived at work at 8:20 and started her
day.

Work went as usual.  There were times she would have liked a cigarette,
especially after lunch, but she didn't want anybody at work to know that she
was smoking, so she refrained for the entire day.  She got home at 5:30 and
immediately headed for the kitchen.  She sat down, extracted a cigarette out
of her pack and lit up.  She did a couple of big double pumps and enjoyed the
wonderful feeling that the huge volume of smoke in her lungs gave her. She
hated to admit it, but she missed smoking during the day, and that cigarette
tasted wonderful.  After she finished that cigarette, she fixed herself a
quick dinner and the immediately followed dinner with another two cigarettes
as she relaxed with a glass of wine.  

Jim called at seven as promised.  Kelly, remembering her conversation with
Becky the night before about smoking on the phone, lit up a cigarette minutes
after Jim called.  She tried to make it as obvious as possible and made sure
to exhale her first puff directly into the phone receiver so Jim would hear
her.  The two talked on the phone for two hours.  Kelly followed the same
smoking pattern that she did when they were together, lighting up every
fifteen minutes or so.  Near the end of the conversation, Kelly asked Jim
over for dinner after work for tomorrow in which he gladly accepted.  Minutes
before the two hung up, Kelly lit up her eighth cigarette during their two
hour conversation.

Kelly smoked four more cigarettes before bed, enjoying her last one in bed
just prior to turning the lights out.  She realized that she had smoked a
full pack that day.  Sorry lungs, didn't think that I would smoke that much,
she thought as she crushed out her last one.  Jim's coming over tomorrow
night lungs, be prepared for another workout.

When Kelly woke up the next morning, her lungs were not congested at all and
she barely coughed.  Kelly realized the difference, and knew that how her
lungs felt was directly related to how much she smoked.  Well, lungs, I guess
you don't mind the lighter smoking, she laughed to herself as she grabbed her
cigarettes off the nightstand and headed for the kitchen.  She repeated her
smoking from the day before, smoking five before leaving work.  As she got
ready to leave, she decided to take her cigarettes with her that day.  I
think I'll have one on the drive to work, she thought as she placed the
Salem's in her purse.  

Again, she did not have a cigarette during the work day, although she was
tempted to go out for lunch, so she could have a few at lunch, but she
didn't.  She was using her ability to not smoke during work to rationalize to
herself that she was not becoming addicted to nicotine.  True smokers would
never be able to make it eight hours without a cigarette.  So she reasoned to
herself that as long as she didn't smoke during working hours, than she must
not be hooked.

She immediately lit up in her car as soon as she left.  The sensation of
smoking after refraining for a long period was wonderful.  She lit up again
upon arriving home.  Jim arrived at a little before six.  Kelly made dinner
while Jim relaxed at the kitchen table.  She was still trying to show him a
heavy smoking persona, and just before she served dinner, she decided to
light another one up.  She sat down to eat soon after, cigarette in hand and
started to eat while still smoking.  Only the hardest core smokers smoke
while eating, she laughed to herself.  This should impress him.

They watched two DVD movies on TV together.  Kelly maintained her heavy
smoking throughout the evening until Jim left at 11:30.  During that time,
Kelly managed to smoke 25 cigarettes at an average of almost five per hour.  

For the next several weeks Kelly maintained the on again off again heavy
smoking.  Maybe a pack a day when she didn't see Jim and a lot more when she
did.  Still not smoking at work gave her the false impression that she wasn't
hooked.  She was still convinced that she did not want to spend the rest of
her life smoking.  She wanted to be able to quit sometime in the future.
Although she was increasingly enjoying smoking, in her mind, the heath risk
far outweighed any benefit that smoking provided.  But that false impression
was about to end, whether she wanted it to or not.

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