Kristy's Transformation, Part 8

   Kristy's Transformation 
   A Sexy Smoking Story by T.J. Hall 
   tjh2020@twmi.rr.com 
   Part 8 
   
   Friday, September 14th 
   
   Three weeks ago Kristy and I moved into our respective dorms at Central 
Florida University in Orlando. Even though we knew a bunch of people from 
high school that were also going to Central, none of them were very good 
friends of ours. In fact, Kristy and I had made the decision quite awhile 
ago to room blind. Thank God Kristy had finally decided that she was a 
committed smoker a few weeks back because Mrs. Parker had set her up as a 
non-smoker in Kristy's original admissions paperwork. Kristy only made the 
status change deadline by 2 days. 
   
   My roommate turned out to be a guy from Ft. Pierce named Chuck. He was 
pretty cool. He was a pack-a-day Marlboro smoker and an engineering 
student. He had a real outgoing personality and we hit it off right away. I 
liked the fact that he was pretty focused during the school week, but he 
partied hard on the weekends. 
   Kristy's roommate was Audra. Audra was from Jacksonville. She was a 
petite little brunette and very cute. Audra's most impressive feature was 
definitely her all-natural tits. She only wore a C cup bra, but because she 
was so tiny, her tits still looked oversized in proportion to the rest of 
her body. She too was only a pack-a-day smoker. She smoked Virginia Slims 
Lights. Even though she had been smoking for more than 2 years, Audra's 
smoking style was no where near as elegant or developed as Kristy's. Audra 
smoked like a typical teenage girl. I silently wondered to myself whether 
hanging around Kristy would help to improve her smoking style. Audra's 
personality was a perfect compliment to Kristy's and during these first 3 
weeks the girls formed a really strong bond. While I didn't notice any 
significant improvement in Audra's smoking style during this short 
timeframe, it was only a matter of days before she had permanently 
relegated her bras to her lingerie drawer. 
   Kristy and I managed to have sex at least every other day. I was pretty 
sure that she was ready and probably willing to try smoking during sex but, 
the perfect opportunity for me to introduce the subject to her never 
presented itself. It seemed as if we had lots of opportunities to be alone, 
except most of those opportunities only occurred in 30 minute blocks. So 
Kristy and I were easily able to fulfill our biological needs for sex, but 
we weren't able to get in any quality romantic time. This particular Friday 
the 14th was going to be my first chance to change all that. 
   Audra's parents showed up around 5:00 to take her home for a long, 
almost 3 day weekend. Despite the fact that their room was now unoccupied, 
I wanted to hang out in my dorm for awhile and this didn't bother Kristy at 
all. The beer was flowing in a number of rooms that night and we each 
probably drank 3. Knowing that we were going to be able to be alone for 
many hours, I was in no hurry to go back to Kristy's room. I was a little 
nervous about what might happen that night and I figured a few beers might 
help me relax and also do the same for Kristy. Over the next 5 hours Kristy 
smoked at least 15 cigarettes so, I knew that, from a nicotine consumption 
standpoint, she was primed. Finally, around 10:00, I got up the nerve to 
suggest that we head back to her building and we quickly walked the 100 
yards between buildings. 
   That night, for some reason, I never sealed the deal. When we entered 
her room and locked the door behind us we smoked a leisurely cigarette 
while we watched the MTV channel and then Kristy stepped into the bathroom. 
When she emerged a few minutes later, she was wearing the same little 
flutter topped nighty that she had worn that first night that we had had 
sex after her surgery. Numerous thoughts were running through my head. Even 
though she had been at the 2 pack-a-day smoking level for a couple weeks, 
perhaps I was looking for one more sign that she was ready. Perhaps I had 
dreamed of this elusive moment for so long that now, maybe it was me who 
wasn't ready. Kristy looked so sexy in her little nighty, maybe I was 
afraid to risk the moment by introducing a new element into our lovemaking. 
I don't know. All I know is that I was standing firmly at the plate and 
totally whiffed on my one and only pitch. Don't get me wrong, the night was 
certainly not a waste. We smoky kissed and fondled each other for over a 
half hour before we finally fucked. Just the fact that we didn't have to 
hurry made this sex outstanding. Two more hours of smoking, cuddling and 
kissing later, we fucked again and it was just as excellent as the first 
time. Then, with Kristy nestled naked in my arms, we fell asleep on her 
bottom bunk bed. 
   
   As I mentioned earlier, I had a strong sense that Kristy was ready for 
smoking during sex. Little did I know just how ready she was. It was 
mid-October when Kristy finally confided this information to me but, come 
to find out, she was already experiencing a lot of smoky sex. 
   
   During the last week that she was living at home, her strong cravings 
for a cigarette first thing in the morning had become a daily occurrence. 
The fact that this cigarette usually got her sexually aroused made her 
think that this situation was abnormal. While Kristy thoroughly enjoyed 
smoking as she fingered herself off, she was afraid to tell me about it for 
fear that I might think that she was somehow cheating on me. Kristy had 
masturbated before she started smoking. But, come to find out, she had only 
done it a few times. Now that it was becoming almost a daily occurrence, 
she thought that it was somehow dirty and perverted. 
   Kristy tried to control this new aspect of her smoking habit when she 
first moved in with Audra. The first 2 mornings in their dorm room Kristy 
crawled out of bed and smoked her early morning cigarette in the bathroom 
while Audra slept. On morning 3, while she was still half asleep, Kristy 
had already started to stroke her pussy through her panties. By the time 
she was fully awake, she desperately needed to smoke her cigarette in bed. 
Kristy paused to listen for any telltale sounds that would indicate whether 
Audra was awake. She heard nothing. She cautiously lit a cigarette and 
sucked down a much needed lungful of smoke. Seconds later, her hands were 
working their magic on her pussy and Kristy was very happy. Kristy kind of 
lost track of how much noise she was making while she finished pleasing 
herself. Not 30 seconds after she had snuffed out her totally smoked 
cigarette, Audra's head popped into view from the top bunk. "God Kristy, 
did you just smoke a cigarette?" 
   Kristy's heart started racing. She was terrified that maybe she had just 
been caught doing something very bad. She sheepishly answered Audra. "Yea, 
I guess I did." 
   Audra quickly replied, "Jesus girl, that's gross. Don't you know that 
smoking first thing in the morning is the surest sign that you are totally 
hooked?" 
   Kristy actually thought that maybe she had dodged this bullet and 
answered, "I know. I know. But Audra, I really think I am hooked. But, you 
know what? I don't care. I need a cigarette when I first wake up. I don't 
want to bother you though, so maybe tomorrow, I'll just smoke it in the 
bathroom." 
   There was a pause before Audra answered. "Don't be silly Kristy. You're 
not bothering me. I just can't imagine what you're trying to do to your 
lungs." 
   Audra's reaction to Kristy's early morning smoking ended up having both 
a positive and a negative effect. The positive element was now Kristy 
didn't feel any need to try and hide or smoke her first morning cigarettes 
in secrecy. The negative element was that Kristy's feelings that her 
behavior was somehow gross or perverted seemed to be reinforced. Three 
mornings later however, things changed dramatically. 
   As usual, Kristy woke up before Audra and immediately fired up her 
cigarette. Kristy thought that she heard Audra snoring quietly so she felt 
no qualms about providing her pussy with what it craved. When Kristy's 
cigarette was about half smoked and she had almost aroused herself to her 
first orgasm, Audra's head again popped into view. "Kristy darling, what 
are you doing?" Audra asked. But she didn't ask her question in an accusing 
tone of voice. 
   Still, Kristy thought that she had been caught with her hand in the 
cookie jar, so to speak. All she could manage to say was "Oh God." 
   Audra quickly chimed in. "Hey, it's ok. Really, it's alright. Look, now 
that I'm between boyfriends, I do what you're doing at least twice a day." 
   Kristy felt relieved but she still quickly pulled her hands off of her 
wet pussy and snuffed out her cigarette. This particular moment was now 
lost forever. 
   Suddenly, Audra rolled out of view and reappeared about 10 seconds 
later. She threw something fairly heavy down to Kristy and it hit her in 
the tummy. Kristy quickly grabbed it and even in the dim light she 
recognized the shape and feel of an artificial cock. This one was about 10 
inches long, fairly floppy but rigid enough. It had a smooth texture to it 
and it was marginally thicker than my fully erect member. Kristy had seen 
dildos before, but she had never actually felt one and this one felt pretty 
good. Then, Audra said enthusiastically. "Kristy, let me introduce you to 
Big Pete. Since I haven't had a steady boyfriend in over two months, Big 
Pete has become my best friend. I used to like using my fingers too, but 
since I've begun my love affair with Mr. Peter, well, let me tell you, 
there's no comparison. He's the best." 
   Audra's unabashed response to catching Kristy masturbating totally put 
Kristy at ease. Now, the two girls got out of bed and for the next fifteen 
minutes they smoked a couple cigarettes and played with Big Pete, although 
not in a sexual way. They laughed and joked and used this fake dick to 
break down their inhibitions. In the end, they became better friends as a 
result. 
   Later that afternoon, Audra returned from class with a gift for Kristy. 
She bought Kristy her very own fake cock. It was almost identical to Big 
Pete but it was a little lighter in color. Kristy nicknamed her dildo 
"Tommy Jr." And, when I finally found all this out, I took a little pride 
in her choice of nickname. 
   Audra's gift gave Kristy a total green light to pleasure herself just as 
much as she wanted to when she woke up. This quickly became an every 
morning ritual regardless of when she actually woke up. Kristy loved 
smoking while she played with Tommy Jr. and she loved the way that Tommy 
Jr. made her pussy feel when it was crammed into the deepest recesses of 
her womb. Unbeknown to me, Kristy's connection between smoking and sexual 
fulfillment had already been cemented. 
   
   Saturday, September 15th 
   
   It was around 9:00 in the morning when I felt Kristy gently lift my arm 
off of her waist and slip out of bed. Seconds later, I heard the 
distinctive and dainty sound of her pissing in the adjoining bathroom. For 
some reason, I didn't have to piss myself. The tinkling sound stopped and I 
heard 3 fairly loud coughs followed by the gurgling sound of Kristy 
clearing her throat. I thought that maybe she was catching a cold. Come to 
find out, she had started doing this a few days earlier and it was to 
become another one of her daily rituals. It was Kristy's way of preparing 
her lungs for another day of impressive smoking. 
   When I heard the door creak open, I closed my eyes and pretended to be 
asleep. Kristy ever so carefully crawled back into the narrow single bed 
that we were sharing. I moved a little but then resumed the game of possum 
that I was playing. Maybe a minute later Kristy was moving ever so slightly 
again and then I heard the distinct sound of her electric lighter firing 
followed shortly by the unmistakable aroma of fresh cigarette smoke. I 
remained perfectly motionless while Kristy smoked her cigarette. I heard 
the crackling of burning tobacco as she took what were, no doubt, strong 
cheek hollowing drags. I tracked each of her inhales by listening to the 
distinctive faint hissing sound of her breathing the smoke deep into her 
lungs through her mouth. Her numerous exhales made a totally different 
sound. 
   When I was certain that she had smoked at least half of her cigarette, I 
nonchalantly draped my left arm over her prone body and captured her left 
tit in my hand. I felt her tense up for a second and I could feel her heart 
racing. She must have been afraid that I was waking up. I tried to keep my 
breathing at a normal rate and fought hard to maintain my ruse but, by now 
my own heart was racing. The feeling of her left nipple pressing into my 
palm was all that was needed to get my juices flowing. Finally, I felt 
Kristy lean over the edge of the bed, no doubt to extinguish what little 
remained of her burning cigarette. 
   I could only manage to wait maybe another minute before I squirmed 
noticeably in bed. Kristy now knew for certain that I was awake. I propped 
myself up on my elbow and stretched to give her a kiss on the lips. We 
kissed for maybe thirty seconds and then I faked being half awake when I 
asked Kristy, "Honey, were you just smoking a cigarette?" 
   She replied in a sheepish voice, "Yes darling. I don't exactly know why, 
I just felt like having one. I hope you don't mind." 
   Now I no longer had to pretend that I was awake. "Kristy, of course I 
don't mind. You know what I've always said. The best time for a cigarette 
is when you want one." 
   Kristy instantly realized that she wasn't in any sort of trouble so she 
answered, "That's nice darling it's just that I didn't want you to think I 
was acting weird or anything." 
   "God no Kristy. A lot of people smoke first thing in the morning. My mom 
and dad both do. I'll bet your mom does and shit, I do half the time." 
   She looked at me with a broad smile on her face. "Really! I mean it's 
not that weird to smoke first thing in the morning. Wow, I thought I was 
some sort of freak." 
   "Oh hell no Kristy. You're perfectly normal. So how many times have you 
done this?" I asked innocently. 
   She giggled impishly, "Oh I don't know, maybe like every morning for the 
past month or so." 
   Bingo! I thought. That was exactly the last signal that I had been 
looking for. I hugged her and kissed her again and told her how delicious 
she tasted. 
   
   While we didn't smoke while doing it, the sex that we had that Saturday 
morning was very satisfying indeed. What made it most fulfilling was my 
knowing that tonight there would be none of the psychological barriers that 
had hung me up the night before. Kristy was totally ready for smoking sex 
and now, so was I. 
   
   We finally wandered down to the cafeteria around 10:30 for breakfast. We 
quickly hooked up with a bunch of Kristy's friends from her floor. While we 
ate, the girls cooked up plans to go into town and do some shopping. This 
was fine with me because I needed to get some studying done. Apparently 
while the girls shopped, they also made plans to meet at one of the nearby 
nightclubs later that night. Again, this was fine with me because I knew 
that I had all night to initiate Kristy into the joys of smoking sex. Going 
to the bar for a few hours would suit my plans just fine. 
   
   Kristy showed up at my dorm with 3 of her friends around 7:30. All 4 
were dressed to thrill but Kristy looked amazingly hot. During their little 
shopping excursion Kristy had bought a pair of bright white Capri pants 
that fit her like second skin. She was wearing 4 inch heels which made her 
legs look like they were a mile long. I really enjoyed my first glimpse of 
the top she had purchased because it was a really low cut, cowl necked, 
knit blouse that perfectly highlighted her freely bouncing boobs. Her 
always hard nipples poked out brazenly just below the neckline. But, the 
best view was from behind. The blouse was virtually backless. It was only 
held in place by a web of strategically positioned straps. God, I had an 
overwhelming urge to fuck her right on the spot, but that would have been 
totally contrary to my plans. 
   My roommate Chuck had decided to go to the bar with us but it was so 
early in the evening that we decided the best course of action was to sit 
around, pop down a few beers and smoke an obscene number of cigarettes. Or 
should I say Chuck and I mostly watched the girls smoke an obscene number 
of cigarettes. Around 9:00 we began the ½ mile walk to the bar. 
   We only had to wait in line for maybe 10 minutes but when we finally got 
into the club, it was jam packed. There had been a home football game on 
campus that afternoon and apparently a lot of alumni stayed in town after 
the game. I had never been in a nightclub that was so crowded. We never 
actually found a table and the only place in the club with space to move 
was the dance floor. Perhaps it was precisely because the place was so 
crowded but, surprisingly, we actually had a good time. My original plan 
was to try to get Kristy out of the club by midnight. I didn't even have to 
think of a reason why because at 11:45 she got my attention. She said that 
she had just been groped for the 4th time that night and she asked if we 
could leave. 
   It was so refreshing to finally get out of the club. I'm guessing that 
the inside temperature might have been 100 degrees and even though it was 
still probably 80 outside, for a brief moment, Kristy and I actually felt 
cold. As we began our walk back to the dorm the nighttime temperature felt 
nice. Shortly after we had lit our first cigarette of the walk, I started 
kidding with Kristy. I asked her, "Tell me the truth Kristy. You really 
liked being groped in the bar, didn't you?" 
   Kristy slugged me in the arm and said sternly, "Absolutely not." Then 
she kind of giggled, "Really I just wish that it was you that was feeling 
me up." 
   We continued to play around as we made our way back to her dorm. When we 
stepped into the lobby the first elevator seemed to be stuck on the 3rd 
floor and the other elevator seemed to be stuck on the 5th. I would guess 
that we only waited about 2 minutes, but it seemed like 10. I challenged 
Kristy to a race up the stairs to her room on the 4th floor. Given the 
total competitor that she is, she couldn't resist and immediately broke for 
the door to the stairs. Even though she was wearing those 4 inch heels, I 
was never able to get around her on the stairs. But, to be honest, I didn't 
try very hard. The view from behind was too spectacular. Besides, Kristy's 
mood is always at its best whenever she's won any kind of contest. 
   
   We were totally winded by the time we stumbled through Kristy's door. 
Despite the fact that we were breathing so heavily, that didn't stop Kristy 
from pulling 2 fresh Newport 100's from her pack. She handed one to me and 
then clicked her lighter to life. Once both cigarettes were properly lit, 
Kristy threw her arms around my neck and we began a glorious few minutes of 
smoky kisses while we stood in the middle of Kristy's dorm room. While our 
focus was mostly on sharing our smoke, I leisurely began untying the 
various knots that held Kristy's blouse on. As each knot loosened, Kristy 
hugged me harder. By the time our cigarettes were half gone, we had turned 
the atmosphere of the room into a floating, smoky fog and Kristy's top was 
lying lifeless on the floor. Now it was Kristy's turn to undue the buttons 
on my shirt while our lips remained locked in what was turning into a very 
passionate string of kisses. 
   By the time our cigarettes were finished, we were now hugging each other 
skin to bare skin. I began to slide my hands slowly down Kristy's back and 
I very carefully undid the clasp and tugged down the zipper that held her 
capri's in place. Kristy let me break off our kiss for a moment to complete 
the task of pulling her pants down all the way to the floor. She kicked her 
pants to the side along with her shoes. Kristy was now totally naked save 
for her lace white tanga style panties. Jesus Christ she looked so sexy. 
   Before we resumed our embrace, almost as if we had rehearsed the act, we 
whipped her mattress off of her bunk bed and onto the middle of the floor. 
Now when we stood on the mattress and resumed our clutch, Kristy was 4 
inches shorter and I had to bend my head down to kiss her properly. Since 
our cigarettes were now extinguished, Kristy didn't want to kiss much 
longer. She pulled her lips off of mine while I stood still and she slowly 
began tracing kisses, first around my neck and then down my chest. I just 
watched her. Her amazing beauty and her tender a deliberate kissing 
technique sent shivers down my spine and blood pumping into my cock. 
   By the time her lips made it to my waist Kristy was kneeling in front of 
me on the mattress. She gazed up into my eyes as she slowly undid my belt 
and zipper. She was still looking up at me as she slid my pants to the 
floor and my cock finally sprang free. Kristy lowered her eyes while she 
grabbed my cock between her hands. She began to lick and kiss my unit with 
her special skills that I had come to know and love. I slowly laid back on 
the mattress and Kristy never stopped worshipping my cock while I moved 
from the standing to the prone position. Once I was comfortably lying on my 
back with a pillow propping up my head, Kristy gazed into my eyes while she 
slipped the head of my cock between her lips. I turned slightly and grabbed 
a cigarette from her pack. "Baby, do you mind if I enjoy one of these while 
you suck me?" I whispered my question. I could see evidence of a smile 
cross Kristy's face as she gently sucked on my cock and stroked her lips up 
and down the shaft. 
   Kristy continued to gaze at my face while I laid there smoking my 
cigarette. I could tell that my smoking a cigarette while she sucked me off 
was turning Kristy on because she sucked and pumped more enthusiastically 
the longer that I smoked. 
   As much as I enjoyed the exquisite oral sex that Kristy had given me, I 
never really came close to cumming. As soon as I had crushed out the 
smoldering remains of my cigarette, I sat up and gently lifted Kristy's 
head off of my cock. We kissed briefly and then I carefully coaxed her onto 
her back in exactly the same position that I had just vacated. She raised 
her knees and spread her legs wide apart, totally opening up her sopping 
wet pussy for my exploration. For the next minute or so I licked and kissed 
her inner thighs, moving ever more closely to her beaconing, but 
temporarily ignored pussy. Lust was beginning to win over Kristy. She had a 
dreamy look on her face although most of my attention was focused on the 
glistening velvety smooth honey pot that I would soon be lapping nectar 
from. As soon as my tongue finally made contact with her cunt it became 
Kristy's turn to light up a cigarette. She held up the pack for me to see 
as if she were asking my permission. I paused in my pussy lapping just long 
enough to say, "Please do darling." Two seconds later she was sucking down 
powerful drag after powerful drag. I not only continued to lick and probe 
her gaping love hole with my tongue, I also began to mix in powerful sucks 
of my own on her labia. 
   Kristy never allowed the smoke to fully clear from her lungs. She held 
the cigarette only inches from her mouth and her hands shook a little as 
she became increasingly turned on. Kristy's hips began to thrust up into my 
face as I could tell she wanted to get her first orgasm. Now, she wasn't 
exactly dangling the cigarette, but she still smoked it constantly. Her 
eyes were half closed and her mouth was formed in a tense smile. She began 
to moan. I knew she was getting close and I intensified my licking and 
sucking efforts. Her cigarette was almost gone when I felt her whole body 
tense up. Her thighs suddenly became a vice, squeezing the sides of my face 
more firmly into her quaking cunt. Then, her body went limp. She dragged on 
her cigarette and inhaled. I sucked and licked as hard as I could. Once 
again her body locked up and her fabulous thighs almost crushed my head. 
This time, when she relaxed, I stopped licking her twat and lifted my head 
up. It was time for Kristy to put out her cigarette and move into a new 
position. 
   I crawled my way up her torso and my throbbing, previously lubricated 
cock easily slipped into the glove like grasp of Kristy's super heated love 
canal. Depending on Kristy's mood, the traditional missionary position was 
one of her favorites, but this time I only rammed my cock into her for 
maybe 10 strokes. Then, without breaking our connection, we carefully 
rolled over and now Kristy was on top. I knew that it was only a matter of 
seconds before she would begin bouncing aggressively on my cock so I had to 
move quickly. I grabbed her cigarette pack and with one hand I shook one 
out for her. She had already begun to bounce gently on me and she frowned a 
little as I distracted her with the cigarette. She stopped bouncing and 
rearranged her position so that she now balanced on her feet in sort of a 
catcher's squat right over my flagpole. Then, I clicked her lighter and lit 
her cigarette. 
   Kristy lit the cigarette with a long and powerful drag and then she 
inhaled the smoke to amazing depths. She arched her back and began to fuck 
down on my aching cock with a powerful bouncing motion that was incredible. 
As she smoked, I reached up and played with her bobbling tits. Her nipples 
were totally hard and I added to her pleasure by twisting and tugging on 
them between my fingers. Thank God I had the presence of mind to break 
through my own lust induced trance and realize that my months long dream 
was finally a reality. Kristy and I were smoking during sex and she really 
seemed to like it. 
   The more she smoked, the harder she fucked and it didn't take Kristy 
long to recapture the orgasmic pitch that she had achieved while I had been 
licking and sucking her. Suddenly, just as I was about to blow my load, her 
body started to spasm and quiver. Kristy tried to maintain her rhythm, but 
she just couldn't. The expression on her face changed completely. Now, it 
was one of pure pain while at the same time pure pleasure. She began to 
moan louder than I had ever heard her moan before. With each moan, 
miniature jets of smoke from her saturated lungs would burst from her lips. 
She bounced a couple more times and her body quaked again. Only this time, 
I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock as if they alone were 
responsible for milking every drop of precious semen from my balls. One 
more grip from her pussy like that and I knew that I would lose it. It only 
took 10 more seconds for that to happen but, this time I was ready. 
   Just as Kristy finished sucking down another massive drag, I pumped my 
hips up powerfully in perfect timing with her own down stroke. Prior to 
that, she had been doing most of the work and this thrust of mine kind of 
surprised Kristy. She gasped at the depth of my penetration and moaned out 
a dense burst of smoke. And then, she reacted like a wild woman. We began 
to ram our pelvises together like this was going to be the last fuck of our 
lives. This brought on the most intense orgasm that she had had that night. 
My constricted cock finally erupted, sending a boat load of my semen into 
the deepest depths of her fucked out vagina. With my cock still firmly 
buried within her womb, Kristy collapsed onto me. 
   We continued to lay like that in silence. I could feel residual little 
spasms continue to curse through her body as she gently rocked her pussy on 
my slowly shrinking cock. Somehow, Kristy managed to have the wherewithal 
to take the last 2 drags that were left in her cigarette. We stayed in that 
position for the next 5 minutes and didn't say a word as we slowly wound 
down. 
   Finally, Kristy rolled off to my side and we continued to cuddle. Then, 
she whispered, "Thank you." 
   I whispered back, "Thank you for what?" 
   Kristy propped herself up a little so that she could look into my eyes. 
"For suggesting that we smoke while we make love. Thank you. For the last 
couple weeks I had been wondering what that would be like and now I know." 
   After all those months of managing Kristy's habit and coaching her and 
helping to turn her into the sexiest smoker on the planet, the wittiest 
thing that I could think of to say at that moment was, "My pleasure." 
   We cuddled for a few more minutes and Kristy was now totally relaxed in 
my arms. I finally broke the silence by asking, "Well, did you like it?" 
   Her answer was raised well above a whisper. "Did I fucking like it? 
Couldn't you tell? That was the best, most intense pleasure that I've ever 
gotten from sex! It was fucking amazing! How was it for you?" She asked 
back. 
   "Oh baby, it was just as good for me too." I answered her honestly. 
   I rolled over to grab our cigarettes and when I turned back to hand one 
to Kristy, I noticed a few tears welling up in her eyes. After our post-sex 
cigarettes were lit, I asked, "Honey, what's the matter?" 
   Kristy just shook her head and said, "Oh nothing." 
   I looked deep into her eyes as she nervously dragged on her cigarette. 
"Kristy it's not "Nothing". Something's bothering you. Tell me what it is." 
   She paused long enough to complete a drag, inhale and exhale cycle and 
then she said quietly, "It's just that I'm afraid, that's all." 
   I replied. "Afraid? What are you possibly afraid of?" 
   Now she started to cry a little harder and I knew she was about to bare 
her soul to me. "Oh Tom, it's just that I love you so much." 
   "And I love you too." I interrupted. 
   "Well that's good." She continued. "Because now you can never leave me." 
   "My darling Kristy, I have no intention of ever leaving you, but why are 
you so afraid?" I asked sincerely. 
   Kristy stared at me with her teary eyes and answered me clearly. "Oh 
Tom, I've just had the best sex that I've ever had in my entire life. And, 
from now on, I don't ever want to have sex again without smoking. So, if 
you ever leave me, I'm afraid that I might never find another guy who likes 
to smoke during sex. I know that as long as I'm with you, you'll never bug 
me about my habit and you'll let me smoke whenever we make love. You know, 
you created this monster in me and now boy, you must live with the 
consequences!" 
   
   Little did Kristy know just how prepared I was to live with all those 
consequences. 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   Even though all of the elaborate elements of the plan that Tawny and Tom 
had cooked up for Kristy many months earlier had worked out to Tom's 
supreme satisfaction, the story of Kristy and Tom is not quite over yet. 
There are 2 more fitting chapters yet to come. Check back with the Archive 
in a few weeks and hopefully, I'll finish proofing them and they will be 
posted. 
   As always, I appreciate the fact that you've read my story and I hope 
you enjoyed it. I always welcome all comments so send me an email or post a 
comment on the Yahoo group site. Thank you and Best Wishes for 2005 to all 
the contributors and fans of the Smoking Fetish Stories Archive. 
   
   T.J. Hall 

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