Leslie, Part 4

You know the routine by now, if you don't understand smoking fetishs or you
are under 18 don't bother reading this.
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LESLIE - PART FOUR
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Tuesday was a long day, I played, I did my chores as usual, but I couldn't
get the image of Leslie out of my mind.  I did come to a conclusion though, I
felt like going swimming on Wednesday.  In fact I had decided that so long as
Leslie went to the swimming pool on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I too
would go.  I had to, I had to see her smoke, and I had to summon the courage
to talk to her.

Wednesday morning I awoke early, I had to get my chores done so that I could
go to the swimming pool.  My parents didn't know what to think of my new
found love for swimming, but as long as I got my chores done they thought
that it was better than me sitting around watching television or being bored.
I didn't bother inviting my buddies, and felt kind of bad, since they had
been nice enough to inivite me.  I wanted to see Leslie, hopefully talk to
her, and not be bothered by my buddies childish antics.  Besides I could
invite them next time or the time after that I reasoned.  

I arrived at the pool at 8:45 am, about 15 minutes before it opened.  I
wanted to be the first one in this morning, and sit near where Leslie had sat
on Monday.  I hoped that she would be there, and that she would sit in the
same place.  I kind of hung around waiting for the pool to open as slowly
other people began to arrive.  Much to my delight I spied Leslie walking
across the park toward me, and she was dressed just as she had been last
time, those tight revealing cut offs, a t-shirt and carrying her gym bag over
her left shoulder.  Then I noticed that she had a lit cigarette in her right
hand.  I could see that it was only about half finished.  I was already
getting that same feeling I had gotten Monday, I was amazed by her beauty,
and thought how from a distance she could be mistaken for a 25 year old
beauty.  She was getting closer, and closer, and still had the lit cigarette
in her right hand.  She had brought it up to her lips twice since I noticed
her coming across the park, and I was getting more and more turned on as it
appeared it would still be in her hand when she reached the swimming pool
line.  I glanced to my right as I heard some noise in front of me.  It was
the staff getting ready to un paddlock the gate and allow people to come in.
As fate would have it, good fortune for me, the worker who was about to open
the gate was interupted by another worker and was called away momentarily.
When I turned back to see Leslie she was right there, three steps from me,
and moving right in line behind me.  I looked down, yes, it was there, almost
done but not quite, the cigarette was still in her hand.  There is a God I
said to myself.  She stepped right next to me, and I was in heaven.  I had to
say something, I just had to, I looked her right in the eyes and said, "Hi
Leslie, I see you came to swim today".  Ok so it wasn't the best line ever
used but for me it was all that I could spit out.  She replied politely, "Hi
Jeff, yes I'm back to get some more sun".  What do I say now, oh shit, I've
got to say something.  "Looks like were going to get plenty of it" I said.
She looked up as I had toward the sky, took a drag from her cigarette, and
after inhaling it said, "Yeah, it's going to be hot today".  Then she exhaled
almost right at my face, and I said, "Yeah, real hot".  When that smoke
passed in front on my face I thought I was going to pass out.  It was warm,
and it smelled so sweet.  I must have had an unusual expression on my face
becuase Leslie spoke up again, appologizing to me. She sincerely said, "I'm
sorry I didn't mean to blow that right in your face".  I didn't know what to
say.  It hadn't offended me, in fact I was still enjoying it.  My face must
have shown some other look.  I said, "That's ok", it was all I could say.
Leslie then took one final deep drag and tossed the cigarette onto the ground
where her left foot stomped it out.  I wanted to stare at it, see what it was
but decided that would be to obvious.  

The gate then opened and we were all allowed to enter the pool.  I paid my
dollar to the girl at the gate window and went on in.  I kind of waited near
the entrance for Leslie to get in and then said to her, "Where are you going
to sit".  She pointed toward the area where she had sat last time, and said
there.  I tried to not sound like I was begging when I asked, do you mind if
I sit by you.  That's would be fine she said as we pulled up to lawn chairs
next to one another.  I sat down and went through my quick ritual, take of
the flip-flops, lay out the towel, and plop down on my chair.  Leslie again
went through her more beautiful ritual, she unpacked her gym bag, spread out
her towel over her chair perfectly, then removed her cut-offs and her
t-shirt.  This was almost sexual to watch.  She was so gorgeous, such a
perfect body, golden brown, accented by her two piece bikini, and her long
blonde hair.  She then sat down on her chair, clutching her brown cigarette
case in her hand.  She set the case on the lawn chair and then reached down
and got her sunscreen.  She eased back into her chair and began applying a
moderate covering of the white sunscreen.  Her skin soaked it up as quickly
as she rubbed it in.  Then apparently satisfied with her application she
eased back into the chair.  

When would she smoke I wondered, would it be soon, or would it be awhile
since she just finished one while we were in line to get in.  Thank goodness
it was sooner than later.  Within a couple of minutes I saw Leslie's hand
reach down and pick up the case from off of the chair.  I watched intently as
she opened it.  I could see it clearly now, and I was fascinated.   Then it
happened, luck was on my side.  The pack was apparently empty.  This was good
because she now had to pull the pack out from it's protective case.  I
watched almost wanting to help her, but not wanting to seem over zealous I
held back my offer.  She pulled it out and I got a full view of it. It was
all white, with gold lettering, and in big bold letters were the words:

Marlboro
  Lights
  100's

I didn't know one cigarette brand from another but somehow I was now a fan of
Marlboro Light's 100's.  If they were good enough for Leslie then they must
be the best I reasoned.  Leslie crumpled the empty pack and then grabbed her
gym bag from the ground.  Her hand searched around in there and soon
reappeared holding an unopened pack of cigarettes.  I couldn't look away, I
was in awe.  I watched her every move.  She held the pack firmly in her left
hand as her right hand grasped a tiny little piece of plastic.  She then
pulled with her right hand and twisted the pack around in a circle with her
left hand causing a rectangle shaped piece of cellophane plastic to come off
in her right hand.  She quickly threw that aside into her gym bag, and then
began picking at the pack again with her right hand.  Her right hand then
kind of unfolded and kind of tore at the same time a piece of foil off the
top of the pack.  I was still mezmorized, and couldn't do anything but stare
intently.  Leslie quickly discarded the foil just as she had the cellophane
and then reached down with her finger nails and retrieved a cigarette from
the pack.  She must have noticed my staring becuase she turned to me and
said, "Do you want one".  My heart moved right out of my chest and right into
my throat.  I had to swallow just so I could speak, and I had to think before
I spoke.  "Om, Later" I barely eeked out.  Ok just let me know she said.  I
was so overcome with emotion at this point I couldn't hardly breathe.  I was
nervous, excited, anxious, and scared all at the same time.  I wished I had
said yes, but I didn't want to look stupid smoking in front of her.  I had
never smoked in my life and I knew I couldn't match her style.  She would
know immediately that I was a rookie.  I just sat there and watched her smoke
her cigarette and we talked some back and forth, about what I don't remember.
This girl actually made me forget who I was, where I was, and almost
everything else I ever knew.  She had a power over me that was unexplainable.
Did she know that she had that power over me, or was she oblivious to it.
Was she toying with me because she sensed my curiousity, or was she just
being friendly.   I wasn't sure, but then I wasn't thinking clearly at all.
I couldn't make a logical assessment of anything right now, I was just simply
out of my league around her.  She could have told me to jump off a tall
building for her right then and I probably would have done it no questions
asked.  

The day would become the beginning of a great relationship though...



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