Kristy's Transformation, Part 2

   Kristy's Transformation 
   A Sexy Smoking Story by T.J. Hall 
   tjh2020@twmi.rr.com 
   
   Part 2 
   Friday, March 17th (the next day) 
   It didn't take me long to put Tawny's advice to work. Kristy and I got 
invited to an impromptu St. Patrick's Day party at my buddy Nick's house. 
There ended up being 6 guys and 5 girls at the party. Four of the 6 guys 
smoked and 3 of the girls smoked. Only Kristy and her sort of friend Joann 
didn't smoke. Before we arrived at Nick's, I asked Kristy if she would hold 
my cigarettes in her purse. This was something I occasionally asked her to 
do whenever I wore a shirt with no pockets. At the party the smokers 
instantly congregated together and Kristy sat mostly with Joann, kind of 
away from the rest of the group. I purposely ignored Kristy, only going 
over to her maybe every 15 minutes or so, whenever I needed a cigarette. 
   Now, I knew she didn't really like Joann that much and after we had been 
at the party for maybe an hour and a half she pulled me aside and asked, 
"Tom, I'm not really having a very good time. Why are you ignoring me?" 
   I pretended to be shocked and answered. "Kristy, I'm not ignoring you. 
I've been hanging around you all night. I only thought that since you 
didn't smoke, I'd hang out with the smokers. That way, my smoking wouldn't 
bother you." 
   "But Tom, you know your smoking doesn't bother me. So why don't you just 
stay with me?" She questioned. 
   I thought for a second and then said, "Look Kristy, I just feel more 
comfortable with the smokers and besides, it wouldn't be fair to Joann if I 
smoked around her. But, you two could always join us." With that, I kind of 
laughed her off and rejoined the other smokers. 
   We left the party around 11:30 and as soon as we got in the car I asked 
Kristy for my cigarettes. She handed them to me and I immediately lit up. I 
knew that she was upset with me and I figured that she would be paying 
close attention to me, so I took a real deep drag. I made sure that it 
looked like I was really enjoying the sensation of inhaling. By the time I 
was done with my exhale, Kristy said, "I really didn't appreciate the fact 
that you pretty much ignored me all night. I mean, I can only tolerate 
Joann for about 15 minutes and you left me stranded with her for hours. 
Besides, I just don't see what all you smokers get from sucking all that 
dirty smoke into your lungs and I don't see why you always have to hang 
together." 
   I finished another drag and paused for a second. I realized that I was 
on the verge of the exact golden opportunity that Tawny had predicted. I 
was amazed that it might only take just one night for her instructions to 
work. So, it was very important that I didn't blow my response. "Kristy, 
first of all, I didn't leave you stranded all night. You could have joined 
the larger group any time you wanted. In fact, Kyle and Jimmie don't smoke 
and they stayed in the larger group most of the time. But, here's the deal, 
think of all the places where it's illegal to smoke. Can you blame smokers 
for sticking together when they're finally in a legal smoking place? We're 
so persecuted." 
   I paused to take another drag and then I continued, "You really 
shouldn't knock smoking unless you've tried it. I personally REALLY like 
smoking. I feel more comfortable in social situations and it relaxes me if 
I get nervous. Kristy, you probably don't remember me in ninth grade, but I 
was at least 50 pounds heavier than I am today. I didn't have any friends 
and I was really sick of the way kids had made fun of me all during grade 
school. Well, during my sophomore year I started lifting weights and 
smoking. The weights toned my bod, but the cigarettes helped me control my 
appetite." 
   Kristy looked surprised at me. "I didn't know that. How come you never 
told me?" 
   "Because darling that was a period of my life that I'd rather not think 
about. I'm just glad I'm past it. But, I am definitely not ready to quit 
smoking and risk gaining back those 50 pounds." 
   She changed the subject a little. "Well from where I was sitting it 
looked like all you guys were flirting with those 3 girls. Who were they 
anyway?" 
   "Friends of Nick's. They go to the Catholic all-girls school across 
town." I paused to take a drag. Then I continued. "I can't speak for the 
other guys, but I was definitely not flirting. I mean, to be honest, I will 
admit that I do think girls that smoke look sexy, but I was definitely not 
flirting." 
   Kristy quickly interrupted and hopped all over that comment. "So now you 
don't think I'm sexy just because I don't smoke?" 
   "No. That's absolutely not true. I think you're very sexy. If I didn't, 
I wouldn't be going with you. The only thing I'm trying to say is that I 
already think you are sexy. I always have. But, to me, you'd be even sexier 
if you smoked." 
   She mumbled under her breath, "So now I'm not sexy enough unless I 
smoke." 
   After that little exchange, we drove for maybe 5 more minutes in total 
silence. I had my arm around Kristy and I could tell she was nervous by the 
short, rapid breaths she was taking. I was excited. This situation was 
progressing perfectly. And, I was determined not to be the one who talked 
next. Finally, Kristy broke the silence. "Tom, are we still going to the 
beach tomorrow?" 
   "I was planning on it. I thought I'd pick you up around 10:00." I 
replied matter-of-factly. 
   Kristy took a deep breath and then said, "Good. Tom, listen to me. What 
you say makes a lot of sense. It's not fair for me to judge your smoking 
unless I've experienced the same thing. You know I've been around smokers 
all my life and well, I've been thinking about trying it for a long time. I 
could never smoke when I was playing sports, but now that I'm done with 
that phase of my life, I thought maybe I could try it. What do you think?" 
   "Oh my God, this was too perfect." I thought. My initial reaction was to 
hug her and encourage her to smoke right away. But I quickly remembered 
Tawny's instructions. So, I took a long pause for affect before I answered. 
"Listen Kristy, smoking is a very personal decision. Hey I'm a smoker, so 
of course I would be happy if you started, but I don't ever want to hear 
you say that I made you start. If you want to try it, that's great. If not, 
that's ok too. It just has to be 100% your decision. Know what I mean?" 
   "Oh Tom, I so know what you mean." She said. Then she continued. "I 
figure maybe tomorrow at the beach, I could, I don't know, try one of your 
cigarettes. If I don't like it, then I'll just stop smoking. No big deal 
right?" 
   I answered, "Absolutely. But, either way, you're the one that controls 
the decision." 
   My last drag on my Newport was extra big and I inhaled it deeply. As I 
swung the car into Kristy's driveway, I did a breathing exhale and had 
barely completed it when she leaned into me and our lips met in a long and 
wet kiss. I made sure that I breathed heavily while I kissed Kristy. I 
wanted her to taste the smoke on my breath and I also wanted her to know 
how turned on I was right at that moment. It became quickly obvious that 
she didn't mind the smoky taste because she began to kiss back very 
enthusiastically. 
   
   Saturday, March 18th (The next day) 
   I picked Kristy up at 10:00, just like I said I would. The drive to the 
beach lasted maybe 30 minutes and we didn't do much talking on the way. 
However, I did smoke 2 cigarettes and I could sense that Kristy was almost 
staring at me while I smoked. Once again, I made sure that she would only 
see how much I was really enjoying my cigarettes. We each had separate bags 
with towels, drinks and suntan oil. I had slipped a pack of Newport Lights 
100's into my bag and I couldn't wait until I got my chance to open it up 
for Kristy. But, I made it a point not to press the issue. I decided I 
would wait until Kristy was good and ready. 
   We laid our towels out on a fairly remote section of the beach. There 
were only a handful of people that could actually see us. I thoroughly 
enjoyed massaging liberal amounts of suntan oil into Kristy's bronzed skin. 
She looked so hot in her tiny pink, thong bikini. I knew when she finally 
got around to lighting up there would be no way that I could keep from 
getting a lump in my shorts. But, I figured that since there were so few 
people around, I didn't think that that would be a problem. 
   I smoked a cigarette while we relaxed in the sun, but I was getting 
impatient. I wondered if Kristy had forgotten what we had talked about last 
night. "Oh God" I feared. "Maybe she's changed her mind." 
   A few minutes after I had snuffed my smoke out in the sand, she 
suggested that we take a swim. I raced her to the water and tackled her 
when we got into 2 feet deep water. We played around like a couple of young 
kids for maybe ten minutes, splashing and dunking each other and this 
temporarily took my mind off of smoking. We finally ended up in 5 foot deep 
water and I pulled her to me. I held her tight and kissed her hard. She 
melted in my arms when I slid my tongue deep into her mouth. She tasted so 
good and within seconds she began to kiss me back. I slipped my hand down 
to her bare ass and pulled her more tightly against me. I wanted her to 
feel how hard I was and she responded by grinding her hips into my stiff 
cock. After a few very pleasant moments, we separated and slowly began 
walking out of the water, hand in hand. 
   When we returned to our towels, Kristy sat Indian style facing me and 
she announced "Ok. I'm ready to try smoking now." 
   I quickly replied, "Are you sure?" She nodded her head in agreement. 
   "Alright darling, but let me warn you, it's not quite as simple as it 
looks." 
   "I know. That's why you're going to teach me." The tone of her voice 
indicated that she wasn't nervous or afraid. She seemed resolved. 
   "Ok now, this is totally your decision, right?" I asked, praying that I 
wasn't actually talking her out of smoking. 
   "Yes Tom. I'm really ready. I thought about it all night and I've made 
up my mind. Besides, if I don't like it, I can always quit, right?" She 
asked, obviously looking for a little more reassurance. 
   "Of course you can Kristy. Just because you start smoking doesn't mean 
you have to continue smoking." I assured her. 
   I reached into my bag and pulled out my Newports as well as the pack of 
Newport Light 100's that I had bought for her. She immediately noticed the 
difference and said, "Tom, I thought I would just try one of yours. Why did 
you bring Newport Lights?" 
   I replied, "Kristy, just puffing on one cigarette is not really 
smoking.. You have to be able to inhale before you can say you've tried it 
and the regular Newports like I smoke are too strong to start out on. So, I 
bought you a pack of Light 100's. I bought Lights so that you can learn to 
inhale easier and 100's because they'll taste smoother and they will look a 
whole lot more feminine." 
   "Ok, that makes sense. Let's go." She said anxiously. 
   I started by showing her how to tap the pack against her hand before 
opening it. I explained that it helps pack the tobacco into each cigarette 
uniformly. Then I showed her how to open the pack and tap out the first 
cigarette. She mastered these simple rituals like and old pro and she 
reminded me that she had been watching smokers do these things all her 
life. I had her take a couple practice drags on the unlit cigarette so that 
she could get used to holding the cigarette and sucking on it. Then, I 
demonstrated with my own cigarette how to light it. Luckily, there was no 
wind at the beach that morning and she wasn't going to have to struggle 
with getting her cigarette lit. I told her that with this first cigarette, 
she shouldn't inhale. She should just practice sucking smoke into her mouth 
and blowing it out. This would help get her used to dragging and the taste 
of the smoke. Finally, I fired up my lighter and held it to the end of her 
cigarette. 
   While she took her first few drags, she experimented with blowing the 
smoke out in various bursts and streams. I could tell that she was having 
fun just watching the smoke coming out of her mouth and I made a mental 
note of this. After maybe 8 drags, she glanced at the front of my shorts 
and said, "My God, you really do get turned on by women that smoke." 
   Since I knew that I would get a hard-on and I knew that it would only be 
a matter of time before she noticed, I was able to answer her very 
matter-of-factly, "You know Kristy I guess I really do. But, I'm not 
ashamed of that fact. And, the thing that makes this moment the most 
special for me is that before yesterday, I never would have dreamed that 
I'd ever get the chance to see you actually smoking." 
   She replied after exhaling another drag, "Well I've got to admit, this 
is kind of fun and it's not nearly as bad tasting as I thought it would be. 
It doesn't taste at all like the second hand smoke that I'm used to. So, 
maybe you'll get a chance to see me do this more often." 
   I replied with a positive but cautious tone. "I'm glad you like the 
taste, but remember, you haven't really smoked until you've mastered 
inhaling. And, that's a little more difficult than just puffing like what 
you're doing right now." 
   "I know. I know. Maybe in a little while I can try another cigarette and 
you can teach me how to inhale." She said as she snuffed her first ever 
cigarette out in the sand. 
   
   Twenty minutes later I reached for my pack and Kristy immediately asked, 
"Do you think I'm ready to try inhaling now?" 
   I replied, "Of course. Now's the perfect time while you still have the 
taste of your first cigarette lingering in your mouth. But Kristy, you're 
going to have to pay attention to me because if you do this wrong, you're 
going to have a killer cough and it won't be much fun." 
   She assured me that she would follow my instructions, but then she said, 
"There's only one thing that I'm nervous about. Don't you get addicted to 
smoking when you start inhaling?" 
   I immediately realized that my answer to this question was critical. So, 
I paused to organize my thoughts. "Kristy, here's the deal. You certainly 
can't get addicted by smoking just one cigarette. In fact, I don't even 
consider myself addicted. I mean, I've only been smoking over a pack-a-day 
for maybe two years. You see, you have to smoke lots of cigarettes over a 
number of years to get addicted. Now, I admit, I do have a strong smoking 
habit and if I quit smoking I think the first couple days would be tough. 
But, I know I can quit. I just don't choose to. Ask your mom about this. 
See what her response is." 
   "Tom, you know I can't ask my mom about smoking. That would be like 
admitting that I was smoking. But, I just don't ever want to get addicted. 
So, how many cigarettes a day is a safe level to keep me from, you know, 
from getting addicted?" She questioned. 
   I thought for a second. "I guess if you only smoke maybe half-a-pack per 
day you won't ever get addicted. That's about 10 cigarettes." 
   Kristy smiled. "Ok, here's what I'm going to do. I'm only going to smoke 
when I'm with you and I don't ever think I'll smoke more than 5 cigarettes 
a day. That way, I can make us both happy and keep this nasty habit under 
control. What do you think?" 
   I answered her enthusiastically. I told her I thought it was a great 
plan, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to stick to that level of 
smoking for very long. I remembered Tawny's instructions. At this stage of 
my plan I needed to be 110% supportive, no matter what she planned to do. 
   Now that we had finally dealt with her fears, I began to teach her how 
to inhale. I wanted her to take small drags, hold the smoke in her mouth 
and then inhale fresh air slowly through her nose. Then, I wanted her to 
blow the smoke out through her mouth. I explained that this was not a very 
enjoyable way to smoke, because you miss out on a lot of the flavor, but it 
is the easiest way to learn how to inhale. Kristy took her first couple 
drags with no problem. She was so proud of herself. She had the biggest 
smile on her face and my cock was growing harder by the second. Kristy's 
nipples had also become rock hard under the thin little bikini top that she 
wore, so I knew that she was enjoying her first relatively small dose of 
nicotine. After 3 small drags she said, "God Tom, there isn't much smoke 
coming out of my mouth when I exhale. You know, like before, when I was 
just puffing on the cigarette a whole lot more smoke came out when I 
exhaled and I liked that. But, when I see you exhale, you blow out a lot 
more smoke than I do and you're inhaling just like me." 
   I answered, "Kristy, don't forget, you're taking very small drags on 
purpose. I think you're ready to try taking a little bit longer drag and 
then you can breathe in a little more quickly through your nose." 
   She did that and this finally triggered a minor cough reflex. She 
exhaled the slightly denser smoke through three quick, but fairly delicate 
coughs. Once her lungs were clear she said, "Ouch. That wasn't supposed to 
happen, was it? What did I do wrong?" 
   I reassured her. "You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, I coughed like 
crazy the first time I tried to inhale. You're already doing better than I 
did. Tell you what, wait a few seconds. Then, take a couple more drags just 
like the last one you took, but if you feel like coughing, try to fight 
it." 
   She did exactly as I asked and I told her how proud of her I was. I also 
told her that the coughing urge goes away real quick. I said she probably 
only needed to practice nose inhales for one more cigarette and then she'd 
be ready to try mouth inhales. I assured her that mouth inhales would be 
much better for her. 
   
   We finally left the beach around 4:00 and in that time span, Kristy had 
smoked 4 cigarettes. The last 2 she had actually mouth inhaled and she 
really took to the whole process like a champ. I made sure that she took 
only small drags. She admitted that the only part of this smoking thing so 
far that she didn't like was the fact that she couldn't see much smoke in 
her exhales. Once again, I reassured her that, with practice, she would be 
able to make as much smoke come out in her exhales as she wanted. I told 
her that the volume of smoke in the exhale is directly related to the 
strength of the drag and that she wasn't ready yet for big drags. Just like 
school in general, Kristy was turning out to be a very good student and I 
made sure to take the whole process very slow. It was very important to me 
that she graduated from smoking class with highest honors. 
   When we got to the car, I reached into the glove box and handed her the 
rest of the carton of Newport Light 100's that I had bought. I also gave 
her a cheap butane lighter and a plastic cigarette case. She was genuinely 
surprised and excited with the gifts. Then she asked, "Why did you go to 
all this bother? What if I had decided that I didn't want to smoke anymore 
after this pack?" 
   "I answered. "Baby, unless you smoke a whole carton, you haven't really 
given smoking a chance. Here's the deal, so far you've enjoyed each 
cigarette, but in the next couple of weeks, you may not fully enjoy every 
cigarette that you smoke. But, real smokers don't just stop smoking when 
that happens. Besides, if you are only going to smoke 5 cigarettes a day, 
it's going to take you quite awhile to finish this carton. So, when you are 
completely done with the carton and you decide that you want to quit, I'll 
be able to accept that because I'll know that you gave it a complete try. 
As for the lighter and the case, they didn't cost much. I just figured 
you'd need them if you wanted to smoke when I'm not around." 
   She quickly replied, "That's so sweet of you, but I still only plan to 
smoke when I'm with you and I'm going to leave my cigarettes in your car. 
Is that ok?" 
   I said, "Sure. That's not a problem. But, eventually you will probably 
want to keep your cigarettes with you and then the plastic case will come 
in handy so your cigarettes don't spill out into your purse." 
   Kristy hugged me and told me how much she appreciated all the thought 
and effort that I had put into this. She said, "You're right. If I'm going 
to try this out, I want to do it the right way. Besides, I'm really glad 
that I can't get addicted after smoking only one carton." 
   Again, I reassured her. "That's exactly right. In fact, you know that 
neighbor of mine, Bill, the guy who just turned 20 and joined the Navy? 
Well he smoked since he was 16 and two weeks before he left for basic 
training he just quit. I asked him if it was hard and he said "No". He said 
all he did was just not buy any more cigarettes and that was that. I know 
that there are lots of people that are addicted to smoking, but I also know 
that it takes a real long time to get, you know, hooked." 
   While we drove back to her house, Kristy smoked her fifth cigarette of 
the day in the car and once again, my cock stiffened up nicely. Kristy 
asked me if I was wearing any underwear and I said "No". 
   She laughed after she exhaled her most recent puff and said as she 
gently rubbed my cock, "Ooohhh I like the fact that I can get you all hard 
just by lighting up. And, I especially like the fact that you're not 
wearing any briefs and I can just run my hand right up your pant leg, like 
this, and grab you all I want." Her playfulness almost got us into a couple 
accidents during the drive home, but I loved every minute of it. 
   
   Sunday, March 19th (The next day) 
   I picked Kristy up around 2:00 and as soon as she jumped into the front 
seat, she reached into the glove box for her cigarettes and lit one up. She 
took a fairly long drag on the cigarette, inhaled slowly through her mouth 
and then exhaled a fairly weak stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "Oh 
this tastes good. I've been looking forward to this cigarette all morning 
long." 
   "Well let me tell you darling, you look so good smoking it." I quickly 
replied giving her a strong show of support. 
   That afternoon, I took Kristy to a baseball game and she was free to 
smoke as much as she wanted during the game. After the game, we hung out at 
an ice cream parlor for a little while. So, by the time I took Kristy home, 
she had actually smoked 6 cigarettes that day. Apparently, she had lost 
count, but I hadn't. 
   
   On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I wanted her to get into a smoking 
pattern. Whenever I picked her up for school, I would offer her a cigarette 
as soon as she was in the car and she always eagerly accepted. At lunch we 
would leave campus for a short ride in the car and while I smoked two 
cigarettes, she would enjoy one. After school, I would drive her home and 
she would smoke a third cigarette before I would have to leave for my job. 
Then, when we hooked up after dinner, she'd smoke her last 2 or 3 
cigarettes of the day. I didn't tell her that I was attempting to manage 
when she smoked, In fact, she didn't suspect a thing. I just knew that even 
at this low level of smoking consumption, it was important that she knew 
when to expect her next cigarette. I wanted her to begin to look forward to 
those smoking opportunities. During these days, I didn't do any more 
coaching on her smoking technique or style. I also didn't try to get her to 
take larger drags. I just wanted her to progress slowly and enjoy smoking 
at her own pace. The one point that I did make a couple of times was that 
it was important to not waste any of the cigarette. I told Kristy that 
cigarettes were expensive and that you shouldn't even bother lighting up if 
you don't have enough time or if you don't really want to smoke the whole 
cigarette. I explained that the "Whole Cigarette" meant taking the hots all 
the way down to about a half inch above the filter. She saw the logic in 
this and immediately started smoking her cigarettes all the way, although I 
noticed that her drags usually became weaker the closer the hots got to the 
filter. I figured this was fine for now. I was confident that eventually 
her drags would stay strong throughout the whole cigarette. 
   
   Thursday, March 23rd (4 days later) 
   I picked Kristy up for school as usual and as soon as she hopped in the 
car, she reached into the glove box for her smokes. She was almost finished 
with her second pack. Then, after she had lit her cigarette, she surprised 
me by asking, "Tom, could we spend a couple extra minutes on the road so 
that I could smoke 2 cigarettes instead of one?" 
   I quickly said, "Sure. We have plenty of time before 1st period." 
   While I was driving I noticed that she seemed nervous as she smoked her 
cigarettes. Finally, she asked if it was alright if we didn't drive around 
at lunch. She said that she wanted to try smoking with her girlfriends at 
lunch. I jumped at this opportunity and said "That's a great idea. I know 
you're ready from a smoking standpoint, but are you prepared for their 
reaction? I mean, have you thought it all through? What will you say to 
your athlete friends if they see you smoking?" 
   Kristy thought for a second and said, "I just hope that the smoking 
group accepts me and I don't really care what the jocks think. Sports are 
over for me and I'm not hurting them, so if they can't handle it, that's 
their problem." 
   Her confidence surprised me, but it also made me so happy. Kristy was 
already building that defiance that all real smokers need in order to 
defend their habit in the face of an increasingly hostile world. 
   During lunch, I purposely hung out in the library, which was on the 
second floor. Through the window I could see the entire patio where all the 
smokers met during breaks. It had a few picnic tables and benches but the 
smokers always stood around the 2 concrete ashtrays placed on the edge of 
the patio. For the first five minutes that I had been in the library, girls 
straggled out in pairs and eventually there were about 12 huddled around an 
ashtray. They all quickly lit up. Then I saw Kristy join the group. At 
first the other girls barely acknowledged her, but as soon as she reached 
into her purse and pulled out a cigarette, all the attention seemed to 
focus on Kristy. After she lit up and took her first drag, three of the 
girls actually hugged her. One of the huggers was Tina who was probably the 
hottest and most popular girl in school. After that, Kristy smoked her 
cigarette completely and seemed to be an active participant in all the 
conversation. I saw her smile many times and about 10 minutes after she 
finished her first cigarette, she lit up another when most of the girls 
were lighting up their second cigarettes. 
   Twenty minutes later I met Kristy in the hall. While I gave her a quick 
kiss, the smell of tobacco on her breath was strong and intoxicating. I 
could feel my cock begin to stiffen nicely. I asked her, "Well how did it 
go?" 
   Kristy replied excitedly, "It worked out so much better than I imagined. 
After the girls got over their initial shock, they were all so pleased with 
me. They said things like, "It's about time." And "Finally you're one of 
us." Tina even invited us to a small party she's having tomorrow night. God 
I'm so happy. In case you didn't notice, I was really nervous today and 
they made me feel kind of special." 
   
   Friday, March 24th (The next day) 
   We went to Tina's party and there were maybe 20 kids there. I'm sure 
there were some non-smokers, but I didn't pay any attention to them. We had 
been there maybe 2 hours and were having a real good time. I would guess 
that Kristy had smoked maybe 4 cigarettes and she was fitting easily into 
the larger smoking group. Her friend Tina was easily the hottest looking 
girl at the party. She wore a really low cut tee-shirt that did a wonderful 
job of showing off her beautiful boobs. The designer jeans that she wore 
were skin tight. I had been noticing Tina's smoking technique all night 
long and decided it was time to give Kristy her first lesson in smoking 
style. When I saw Tina reach for her cigarettes, I knew she was about to 
light up, so I got Kristy's attention and pulled her a little off to the 
side. 
   Tina was holding her unlit Marlboro Light 100 when I whispered to 
Kristy, "Baby, I want you to watch Tina's smoking technique. It's 
excellent. She looks very natural and sexy when she smokes." 
   Kristy replied, "You're joking right? You just like her boobs. They're 
fake you know. She had them done during last summer vacation." 
   I answered seriously, "All right, I do like her boobs. What's not to 
like? They're big and beautiful and I'm a guy, so I don't really care if 
her boobs are fake. They just look good. But seriously, her smoking style 
is very refined. Look at how she holds her cigarette at the very tips of 
her fingers. Look how she flicks the ashes. Now, look how she takes a drag. 
She gently inserts the filter into the middle of her mouth, deliberately 
closes her lips around it and then pulls the smoke into her mouth. See how 
she tilts her head up slightly as she inhales slowly and deeply. She holds 
the inhale for at least 3 or 4 seconds and then she exhales a long stream 
of smoke towards the ceiling. But, notice that even after she exhales, she 
takes a breath and still has enough smoke in her lungs to do a nice little 
second exhale. Oh, and look at the filter of her cigarette. See her 
lipstick line. It's half way up the filter. Guys love it when girls don't 
just suck on the very tip of the filter. It's almost like an oral 
experience when a girl inserts the filter between her lips." 
   "Oh stop it Tom. You're just being a sexist pig. But, I do notice that 
she gets a lot more smoke in her exhales than I do, and we both smoke light 
cigarettes. Her drags aren't real long. How does she do it?" 
   I quickly replied. "Watch when she takes a drag. See how her cheeks kind 
of cave in when she sucks on the cigarette. It's almost like when you suck 
a thick milk shake through a straw. What she`s doing is not dragging longer 
on her cigarette, she's just dragging better, you know, more efficiently. 
That way she gets a lot more smoke with each drag." 
   Kristy paused to stare at her while Tina took a couple more drags. "I 
think I'd like to be able to exhale that much smoke after my drags." 
   "Well Kristy darling, all it takes is practice. It's really pretty easy. 
Here, I'll show you." With my own cigarette I demonstrated the cheek 
hollowing drag technique up close so that Kristy could see exactly what I 
was doing. Of course, the slight smile on my face communicated to Kristy 
just how much I had enjoyed that drag. 
   We rejoined the party and Kristy apparently took the bait. I was hoping 
that her competitive nature would kick in and she would be determined to be 
the best smoker among her new smoking friends. My plan worked perfectly. 
With each cigarette that she smoked for the rest of the night, I noticed 
her practicing the way that she held her cigarette and putting the filter a 
little farther into her mouth for each puff. And, most importantly, she was 
practicing her cheek hallowing drags. It was rather obvious that she was 
struggling a bit with the additional smoke that she was trying to draw into 
her lungs. She didn't take as many drags on each cigarette as she had 
before and she was rarely able to hold her inhales for more than a brief 
moment, but she was trying. Another positive thing was that she smoked a 
total of 8 cigarettes that day. Obviously, her self prescribed limit of 5 
was now a thing of the past. 
   During the next week, I noticed Kristy subtly practicing her techniques. 
We never discussed her progress. I was just content to know that she was 
diligently practicing. However, she often looked my way to see if I 
noticed. Sometimes, I pretended that I didn't notice and other times I'd 
raise my eyebrows and nod my head in approval. This always brought a smile 
to her face. By the end of the week, the quality of her drags and her 
ability to hold in her inhales had improved dramatically. She was still 
only smoking about 8 cigarettes a day, but I felt that she was making 
tremendous progress. 
   
   Friday, March 31st (1 week later) 
   I took the afternoon off from work today and a bunch of us decided to go 
to the beach after school. We got there around 4:00, which still gave us a 
good three hours of sunlight left. It was probably around 5:30 and Kristy 
and I had just left the water after a short dip. As soon as we were done 
toweling off, we lay down on our blanket and lit up cigarettes. Our blanket 
was on the outside edge of the large collection of blankets. This way we 
were able to join in on the conversation, but Kristy and I could also talk 
privately if we wanted to. As soon as Kristy finished her cigarette she 
kind of whispered to me, "Tom, something's bothering me." 
   "What's the matter hon?" I whispered back. 
   "Well, I just finished this cigarette and I already feel like having 
another." 
   "Then why don't you?" I replied matter-of-factly. 
   "I don't know. I mean, this doesn't seem normal. I've only been smoking 
a couple weeks and I smoke less than 10 cigarettes a day, so don't you 
think it's strange that I would want another one right away?" 
   I paused to think over my answer. I sensed that this was one of those 
critical questions that I had to answer correctly. "Kristy, it's perfectly 
normal to want a cigarette right after you've just had one. I don't think 
it's a function of how many cigarettes you have smoked up to that point. It 
could be the social situation that we're in. I mean, everybody we're with 
right now is smoking and enjoying themselves. You know, it may also be that 
you're body is just telling you that it enjoyed the first cigarette and it 
wants another one. There's nothing wrong with that. Just make sure you 
really want that second cigarette and that you don't waste half of it. Here 
are the rules I live by. I never smoke half a cigarette and I also believe 
the best time to have a cigarette is when you want one. I don't really 
concern myself with how many I smoke per day. As far as I'm concerned, 
smoking is one of those rare pleasures in life where the more you do it, 
the more you like it. I can only think of one other pleasure that's like 
that." 
   "Oh I know what you're thinking about, sex, right? God you're such a 
male, always thinking with your little head." She chirped in. 
   I laughed at her insult. "You got it. Those are the only two things I 
can think of that I never grow tired of. But seriously, I know your plan is 
to smoke less than 10 cigarettes per day, but the deal is, you should let 
your body tell you when it is satisfied with the number of cigarettes that 
you smoke. That might even end up being a pack-a-day. Whatever level it is, 
it doesn't matter. You'll just know." 
   "Well I still plan on keeping my smoking under 10." Kristy said as she 
lit her next cigarette. 
   I changed the subject slightly, "Hey Kristy. Look over there at Jill. 
Didn't she just break up with her boyfriend Kyle?" 
   "Yea. They broke up about two weeks ago. Why?" 
   I didn't exactly answer her question. "Well see her over there talking 
to Mike? I'm guessing that she's trying to hook up with him.?" 
   "God Tom, sometimes you're so out of touch. Jill has had a crush on Mike 
for two years. They've just never been single at the same time." She 
replied. 
   "You know what Kristy? I figured that was the answer because she's so 
obvious." I said. 
   "What do you mean "Obvious?" She asked. 
   "Look at how she's smoking. Look how sexy her technique is." I replied. 
   "Oh God. There you go again gawking at another girl with big fake boobs. 
What's with you guys? You always zero in on the girls with big tits." She 
groaned. 
   My reply was very serious. "Kristy, that's just a coincidence. Although, 
I must admit that she really fills out that string bikini she's wearing. 
I'd be gay if I didn't notice that. But, look at her smoking style. She is 
using her smoking to flirt with Mike to the max." 
   "How so?" Kristy asked. 
   Here was the scene. Mike was lying on his stomach and staring straight 
at Jill. Jill was sitting upright on her blanket, not 2 feet from Mike's 
face. Jill's feet were spread about three feet apart and her knees were 
raised just enough so that she could rest her elbows on them. Her cleavage 
was at perfect eye level for Mike and if he dropped his eyes down a bit, 
her thong covered crotch was totally exposed for his viewing pleasure. 
   I answered, "Look how she's holding her cigarette, only inches from her 
face. She holds his attention that way because he's anticipating when she 
might take her next drag. She's teasing him with the cigarette as she 
talks, moving it closer and then farther from her mouth before she cements 
his attention by finally hitting it. Oh look, see what she just did, after 
her first drag, she inhaled deeply. Then, she took another drag before she 
exhaled the first. That's called a double pump. Jesus Kristy, look how 
thick her exhale is. God it took her three stream exhales just to clear her 
lungs. Oh my God that's so sexy." 
   Kristy was now staring at her friend as I continued talking, "Ok, now 
watch what she does with her exhales. When she wants to draw his attention 
to her face, she exhales upward. Look, now she's drawing his attention to 
her boobs by exhaling downward. The look on her face says that she's really 
enjoying the game that she's playing. But, you know what? The funny thing 
about this is she might not even realize that she's playing a game." 
   Kristy quickly replied, "Oh, I think she'd know if she were flirting. 
And, she always flirts around Mike." 
   "Yea, but she may not realize that she's using her smoking as a primary 
flirting device. Tell me, has Jill smoked for very long?" 
   Kristy answered quickly, "Yea. I think she started when she was 14." 
   "Really, I'm not surprised because it shows. You know, these techniques 
are probably so ingrained in her by now that she probably doesn't even know 
she's using them. I'll bet they're just what she does naturally when she 
flirts. It looks like her cigarette is just about gone. I'll bet she lights 
up another right away because she still has Mike's attention and the last 
thing that she's going to want is to lose his attention." 
   Sure enough, Jill lit another cigarette as soon as she had snuffed out 
her first. "Oh look, see how she's just letting the cigarette dangle from 
the front of her mouth while she puts her pack back in her purse. Look at 
that Kristy. She just took three quick drags before finally pulling it out. 
Oh she is good. She's really good. Check Mike out. He can't take his eyes 
off of her. That dangling cigarette is pointing right at her boobs. There 
she goes again, exhaling downward and look where his eyes go, right to her 
pussy. And look, now she's doing a dangle again while she's adjusting her 
thong right before his eyes. Jesus, now look what she's doing, she just 
took a big drag and now she's doing a talking exhale, I'll bet Mike isn't 
hearing a word she's saying. If I were him, I'd be rock hard by now." 
   Kristy smacked my arm. "Listen, you pervert. You are rock hard right 
now. Let's go for a walk. You need to cool down." Kristy scolded. 
   
   We began to walk down the beach and Kristy asked me questions about the 
techniques that we had just seen. I told her that double pumps were great 
ways to start a cigarette and end a cigarette, especially if you weren't 
going to be able to smoke again for quite a while. I explained that dangles 
were not only sexy, but very practical, because they allowed you to smoke 
with your hands free. This was great for shifting gears in heavy traffic, 
or doing the dishes or talking on the phone. I told her that talking 
exhales were extremely sexy and also practical because if you're smoking in 
a group of non-smokers, you're able to talk without blowing smoke in their 
faces. Then, I mentioned that her mom was very good at that technique and 
added, "In fact, I think your mom is one of the sexiest smokers I've ever 
watched." 
   Kristy jumped all over that comment saying, "Oh my God, now you think my 
mother is sexier than me." 
   I quickly reassured Kristy. "No. No. No. And God, I don't think 
anybody's as sexy as you. Jesus Kristy, your mother's twice my age. But, 
you have to admit, she's very good looking for her age. I think she looks 
very elegant when she smokes. She's been smoking for years and it shows. 
She is an absolute master at sexy, seductive smoking. She doesn't turn me 
on at all, but I greatly admire her style. She's a much better smoker than 
my own mom." 
   Once the sun finally set, I took Kristy home and around 10:00 she called 
me. "Tom, you were right. I've been watching my mom all night long and she 
does all the techniques that you showed me. The amazing thing is, she 
obviously doesn't even think about what she's doing. She just does it. In 
fact, it was funny when my dad walked into the living room and my mom was 
smoking. She began to use some of the flirting techniques that Jill used 
only, she was much more subtle and smooth about it." 
   "That's because she's a pro Kristy. All those years of practice pay 
off." I said. 
   "Yea, but here's the funny thing, my dad always bugs her about 
quitting." She said. 
   "I'll bet he doesn't when he's tuned into her flirting. In fact, I'll 
bet your Dad secretly likes her smoking. And, your mom would certainly know 
this. Then, she uses her cigarettes to play him like a fiddle." I chimed 
in. 
   "Tom, you might be right. My dad's going to be home for the next three 
days and I'm going to watch her smoke around him. You know another 
technique that she did which I thought was interesting is that sometimes 
when she takes a big drag, then inhales, instead of exhaling she'll just 
start breathing through her mouth and nose. And, the thing that I thought 
was neat was it would sometimes take her as many as six little breaths to 
finish her exhale. I mean, it's amazing how much smoke she eventually 
exhales off of what seems to be a small drag." Kristy said. 
   "Did she ever take another drag even before she was done exhaling from 
the first one?" I asked. 
   "Yea! Like if she put her cigarette in the ashtray between puffs she 
wouldn't, but if she held it in her hand, she would. I just can't imagine 
being able to smoke like that." Kristy exclaimed. 
   "Oh Baby that is such a sexy smoking technique. It's kind of like the 
talking exhale. I think it's called a breathing exhale or a no-exhale, 
exhale. It's really an advanced smoking technique. If I were you, I 
wouldn't even try it for awhile. In fact, I haven't even mastered it yet. 
But, your mom is an absolute expert. The thing that's great about that 
technique is that your mom is getting the maximum flavor and benefit from 
each drag because she never completely clears her lungs out. Oh Kristy, if 
you ever learned to do that, that would be something." I replied 
enthusiastically. 
   Kristy then said, "Let's change the subject, ok? All this talk about 
smoking is making me want one." 
   "Well why don't you just lock yourself in the bathroom, open the window 
and have one?" I asked innocently. 
   "I can't. Remember, I left my cigarettes in your car." She reminded me. 
   "Kristy dear, maybe it's time you kept your cigarettes in your purse." I 
suggested and I was surprised because she didn't argue with me. 
   Starting the next morning, Kristy did just that. I still kept her carton 
in my truck, but she made sure that she had at least a half a pack in her 
purse from then on. I was so happy when I hung up the phone that night. 
Over the next week Kristy averaged about 12 cigarettes a day. I kept track 
by how often she reached for a new pack. I'm pretty sure that she believed 
that she was still smoking less than 10. The most important thing was that 
she was happy thinking that she was controlling her smoking. During the 
past few weeks she had only smoked whenever I lit up. Now she was actually 
lighting up on her own. Her habit was becoming personal and the connection 
to only smoking with me was weakening. This was a good thing, because I 
knew Kristy would never become a committed smoker unless she did it on her 
own. The plan that Tawny had mapped out with me was progressing perfectly. 
   
   

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