Revenge, Part 7

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REVENGE


7.	Another Smoky, Wild Weekend.

   On Saturday Larilyn woke up at nine.  Andrea was with Kate and Drew for
the weekend, so she wasn't there to smoke with.  Larilyn was sorry not to
have her company.  It was easier to smoke with her around.  Mitch was out of
town again, so she couldn't see him.  Damn!  She had to do it on her own.
She climbed out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to start the coffee.

   She shook her first cigarette of the day from the pack she opened the
night before.  She'd come a long way.  The thought of lighting up no longer
repulsed her.  If anything, the opposite was true.  She eagerly anticipated
sucking smoke into lungs to start the day.

   She clicked the lighter.  As the cigarette ignited, she double-pumped, as
she always did now, pulling her cheeks in hard to get maximum amount of
suction.  She pulled the first hit deep into her lungs, and immediately
chased it with a second.  Her chest expanded as it took delivery of the
smoke, making her breasts visibly elevate.  She smiled.  God, it felt good!
And that was fortunate, because she knew she 'd be lighting up twenty-nine
more times before the day was done.  Somehow, that thought seemed wickedly
exciting to her!

   She finished the first cigarette in a hurry, with rapid-fire drags,
repeatedly sucking smoke into her lungs.  Without waiting she lit a second
one.  When the coffee was ready, she followed with a third cigarette,
enjoying it in a more relaxed manner while reading the newspaper and sipping
her coffee.  Then she took a shower and got dressed.

   The doorbell rang as she was fixing her long blond hair in front of the
mirror.  She ran to answer it dressed in her bathrobe.  She gasped.  It was
Sandy Rogers from the lung association!  She was stunned.  Sandy hadn't
visited her at home in five years!

   "Must I stand in the cold, or are you going to ask me in?"  Sandy looked
irritated.

   "Oh, come in," Larilyn stammered, clutching at her robe.  What was going
on?

   Sandy walked in.  She was a somewhat attractive woman in her early
fifties, but wore a glum countenance.  "You look nice as usual, Larilyn," she
said with a sinister smile.  "But it smells like stale smoke in here," she
muttered disapprovingly, sniffing the air and removing her winter coat.
"That's why I'm here to talk to you."

   Larilyn gasped.  Damn!  Sandy knew!  But instead of explaining herself,
she decided to wait for Sandy to say more.

   "Larilyn, I'll get straight to the point," she began as they walked to the
living room.  "We've been friends for a long time; at one time, we were more
than just friends."  She glanced at Larilyn's bathrobe and wet hair.  "But I
was surprised and disappointed when you didn't attend our meeting Wednesday
night.  What happened?"

   Larilyn thought.  Shit!  The board met Wednesday.  She totally forgot.
She'd been with Mitch.  The opportunity to be in his bed made her fail to
check her calendar.  Damn!

   "I'm so sorry, Sandy," she apologized.  "It totally slipped my mind."  She
began a further explanation, but Sandy cut her off.

   "Actually, that's not why I'm here.  Last night I got a call from Rhoda
Neil, one of my volunteers.  She saw you at a restaurant with a gentleman
last night.  She said you were smoking."  The words hung accusingly in the
air.  "Is there something you want to explain?"

   Larilyn cleared her throat.  "Sandy, I'm so sorry.  I should've told you.
You see, my daughter Susan smokes, as I'm sure you remember."

   "Yes, I remember well.  I was around quite a bit in those days, if you
recall," Sandy nodded disapprovingly.  "But what does that have to do with
you?  You owe me an explanation!"

   Larilyn proceeded to tell her of Susan's ultimatum.  While she talked,
Sandy glanced around unhappily, noticing ashtrays in the room.  Thankfully,
Larilyn already emptied them.

   "So this is some kind of forced smoking thing?"  She raised her eyebrows
disapprovingly.  "I can't believe it!

   "You could call it that," Larilyn sighed.  "But the good news is, I'm
almost done.  By Monday I'll be able to put the whole friggin' mess behind
me."

   Sandy cleared her throat.  "Larilyn, as a board member, you can't be seen
smoking in public.  Observed by the wrong people, it'd be disastrous for our
image.  What the hell were you thinking, smoking out in public like that?"

   "Nothing," Larilyn admitted.  "I guess I wasn't thinking anything."

   "Why didn't you call me about this problem?  I could've taken care of it
for you, dear.  I'd have put you in touch with one of our legal volunteers.
We love cases involving smoking issues.  It would've been great to take your
stupid daughter to court and force her to give you visitation.  It'd be a
real black eye for smokers in the community.  The story would've been on the
front page of every newspaper in town.  Why in the hell didn't you let me
help?"

   "I don't know," Larilyn confessed.  "In our state grandparents don't have
visitation rights.  I didn't want to be shut out of Ashley's life.  I thought
beating Susan at her game was best."

   Sandy's eyes narrowed.  "Well, Larilyn, you were wrong.  You should've
called me and let me make it a publicity opportunity.  It was a bad error in
judgment."  She paused.  "Of course, you _are_ quitting as soon as you're
done with this stupid exercise?"

   "Oh, yes," Larilyn laughed.  "Of course.  Smoking is bad for you.
However, I have garnered a greater sympathy for smokers in the process,
though.  I think that's been helpful."

   "I don't know why," Sandy countered angrily.  "Sympathy is not our
business.  We deal in education and confrontation.  People like Susan must be
socially ostracized because of the immoral decision to smoke around
children."  She frowned.  "I have no sympathy for smokers.  Nor should you.
We're making sure the country grows ever more intolerant of their
irresponsible actions.  We'll make them outcasts.  That's our goal.  Smoking
is enemy number one."

   "I know," Larilyn sighed.  "But there's a difference between smoking and
the people who smoke.  Smokers are not evil, Sandy.  And I learned some
disturbing things.  Did you know the World Heath Organization recently did a
study which found that . . .?"

   "Oh, God," Sandy snorted.  She brushed her hand through her dishwater
blond hair.  "Don't give me that bullshit about the WHO study!"

   Larilyn brightened.  "Oh, you're familiar with it?"

   "Sure.  Smokers love to point out the anomalies in that study and in
others like it to reinforce their inane position of live and let live.  Fuck
them!"

   Larilyn smiled.  "Well, thank God you know about it.  I hoped someone
could explain it to me.  I read some stuff my ex's wife gave me from the
internet about it.  To be honest, I was concerned we'd been misrepresenting
facts in our advertising.  But you can confirm the WHO study didn't really
support the pro-smoker position.  Right?"

   "The WHO study didn't prove anything.  The lack of correlation between
continued moderate smoking and lung cancer cases was only an anomaly."

   "There _was_ a lack of correlation?  What do you mean?"

   "Smoking at any level is bad for people.  We know that.  The mere fact
that the WHO study and the other studies don't prove it is irrelevant."

   "But how can that be irrelevant?  What do you mean they didn't prove it?"

   Sandy snorted.  "Just what I said.  Those results were anomalies.  They
don't prove a thing.  The lack of correlation is irrelevant."

   "You said that.  But I don't understand.  If the studies don't find a
correlation between moderate smoking and lung cancer, how can we advertise
our position with a straight face?"

   Sandy gave a superior smile.  "People are easily befuddled, Larilyn.
That's why we don't publicize such things.  If they knew the results of the
studies, they'd get confused.  When they're confused, people keep smoking.
So we don't tell them.  That way, the only thing they remember is the big
picture, the fact that smoking is evil.  That's all what we want them to
remember."

   Now Larilyn shook her head.  "I don't get it.  You ignore the facts
because the truth confuses people?  But we're in the education business.
Shouldn't we tell people the truth?"

   "Details are confusing.  Anomalies in the studies can be used to twist the
truth.  The ultimate truth is, smoking is bad for public health.  If the
studies don't prove it, we ignore them so people hear the right message."

   "So let me get this straight.  The WHO study wasn't misrepresented by what
I read on the internet?  But we don't want people to know what the studies
really say because they'll get confused?"

   "Exactly," Sandy smiled.  "Larilyn, you're on our board.  There's a fine
line between education and propaganda.  I have no moral problem tilting what
we say to be sure it leads people to the right conclusion.  Sometimes studies
like the WHO study don't help our position, so we simply ignore those details
and ridicule those who publish the confusing fine points."

   "Wow," Larilyn frowned.  "It sounds dishonest."

   "Don't be silly.  It's a necessary part of public health.  We don't want
people lost in details, especially if they might be subject to confusing
interpretation.  The message is, smoking is bad for public health.  Would you
want people to think they're better off smoking?"

   "Well, not if it's not true," she said hesitantly.

   "Of course," Sandy went on triumphantly.  "And we have the ultimate truth.
We ignore the studies when they don't help tell our story.  Otherwise, we
lose focus."  She glanced at her watch.  "Larilyn, I'm sorry to hear of your
unfortunate incident.  I'm pissed off by your frankly irresponsible conduct.
But it's not too late.  I beg you to reconsider.  Quit this stupid
forced-smoking thing.  Let me call one of my lawyers and our PR people.  By
Monday morning I'll have a suit filed in court and a battery of press
releases and TV interviews championing you as a hero of anti-smoking rights
of grandparents."  She smiled and took her hand.  "You're still an attractive
woman, Larilyn.  You'd make a great TV interview.  The media would eat you
up."  She licked her lips and smiled.

   Larilyn frowned and dropped Sandy's hand.  "No thanks.  I'm too close to
being done.  Maybe I should've called you first.  But I didn't.  It was too
embarrassing.  Now I'm almost finished.  I think it's better if I finish the
course rather than fight."

   "I disagree.  But suit yourself."  Sandy shrugged and headed for the door.
"See to that you never smoke in public again!  I won't have my board members
equivocating.  And I'd tell that stupid daughter of yours to go to hell if I
were you!"

   Larilyn became defensive.  "Well, you're not me.  And Susan is not stupid.
She may be misinformed and vindictive, but she's not stupid.  She's my
daughter."

   "Of course," smiled Sandy.  "But she's a smoker, dear.  Smokers are stupid
by definition.  That's the focus of our ad campaign.  They're our enemies."

   Yeah, even if scientific studies don't support you, you stupid bitch, she
wanted to add sarcastically.  But Larilyn said nothing.  Sandy was already on
her way out the door.

   "See you Wednesday night," Sandy called out as she walked away.  "We have
another task force meeting at the association offices."

   "I'll be there," she answered unenthusiastically.  She slammed the door.
The bitch!  She couldn't believe how Sandy skated around the legitimate
issues raised by the WHO study.  She knew of the anomalies, as she called
them.  They didn't support the association's position.  Rather than admit the
inconsistencies, she ignored them.  It was intellectually dishonest.  Make up
your mind, and don't let yourself be confused by the facts.

   Upset, she returned to the kitchen and looked at her watch.  Damn!  She
was off schedule; it was past time for a cigarette.  She shook one from her
pack and lit up.  As she sucked the mentholated smoke into her lungs, the
tension in her body dissipated.  She released a cloud of smoke into the air
and took another long drag.  As her lungs filled again, the stress from the
unfortunate encounter with Sandy diminished further.  She smiled irreverently
and exhaled.  Sandy Rogers was such a liar!  She didn't care about the WHO
study.  She was interested in her political agenda and profiting from the
anti-smoking movement.  The asshole!  Who did she think she was, ordering her
not to smoke in public?  And to call her daughter stupid?  Fuck her!  She was
mad at Susan, sure, but she didn't like anyone else calling her stupid.  She
took another extended drag.  She'd do what she wanted, she decided, Sandy
Rogers and her ilk be damned!

   If the studies suggest smokers might be better off to keep smoking, why
shouldn't the lung association want them to know?  She took another drag and
sucked the smoke into her lungs.  She knew why.  They didn't care about
truth.  Not really.  She honestly preferred being around people like Kate,
Mitch, Andrea and Brianna.  Brianna!  A thought occurred to her.  Hey, maybe
she could get together with Brianna today!

   Chaining into a second cigarette, she looked up her assistant's number and
punched it on the phone pad.  After four rings she got Brianna's machine.
Damn!  She left a message.  As she hung up, she remembered Brianna, like
Mitch, Andrea and Kate, told her to keep an open mind about smoking.  Well,
she smiled sardonically, her mind had opened up more after hearing Sandy
Roger's piss-poor response to her honest questions about those smoking
studies!

   She kept smoking two cigarettes each hour to stay on schedule.  Brianna
called back at noon.  Larilyn was having a cigarette when she picked up the
phone, and continued smoking while explaining to Brianna her newly
accelerated plan.  She told her she wanted to spend time with other smokers
to pick up her pace.  Brianna laughed.  She was glad to help.  They arranged
to meet at two at a tavern on the outskirts of downtown.

   Egged on by Sandy's obnoxious ultimatum, this time Larilyn hoped someone
she knew _would_ see her smoke.  Fuck Sandy Rogers and fuck the lung
association!  She wouldn't let that uptight, smug, priggish, self-righteous
bitch control her anymore.  Not this time.  On impulse she decided to change
her clothes before meeting Brianna.  She'd dress up.  She'd look good.  She
_wanted_ to call attention to herself.  She chose her slinkiest, tightest
little black dress, high heels, bright red lipstick and eye-catching jewelry.
She stepped back to gaze at herself in her bedroom mirror.  Damn!  She did
look hot!  She didn't look like a grandmother!  She was a sexy woman anyone
would be proud to usher into a bedroom.  She smiled wantonly.  It wasn't her
usual image.  But then she wasn't usually a smoker, either.

   She looked at her half-finished pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights 100's.
She put a second, unopened one in her purse to be safe.  She'd do some
serious smoking with Brianna.  She doubted she'd finish the first pack but,
just in case, she wanted backup.  She took her stylish long, black winter
coat from the closet and entered the garage to get her car.

   She sauntered into the bar at the stroke of two o'clock, looking around
warily to see who was there.  Only a few people were in the tavern.  The eyes
of all the male patrons moved with her as she walked.  Brianna was at a table
with another woman.  She joined them.

   "God," Brianna exclaimed.  "I didn't know we were dressing up!"

   "Shit, yes," Larilyn replied saucily.  "I'm proclaiming my fuckin'
independence."  She took her cigarettes from her purse and put one in her
mouth.  She looked at the other woman who was tall, dark-haired, big-busted,
in her twenties, and attractive as hell.  "Who's your friend?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry," Brianna apologized as Larilyn lit up.  "This is my
roommate, Adrienne.  She wasn't doing anything today, so I invited her to
join us.  I hope you don't mind."

   Larilyn shrugged and expelled a plume of smoke.  "Mind?  Why the hell
would I mind?  It's okay with me," she said with a wanton smile.  "If you
smoke?"

   Adrienne smiled.  Her pretty face radiated pleasure.  "Yeah, I smoke.
It's nice to meet you, Larilyn.  Brianna's told me all about you.  So, you
just started smoking?"

   "Damn right," Larilyn replied, shifting her cigarette from her right hand
to her left.  "I've gotta do a pack and a half today."  She took another long
drag.  "I knew it'd be easier if I got together with smokers.  You know?
It's a hell of a lot more natural to smoke more with other smokers around."
She grinned.  "Plus, it's easier to smoke when you're drinking.  You know?"
As Adrienne nodded, she went on.  "My teenage daughter's at my ex's, and the
guy I'm dating is out of town.  So I called Brianna.  I figured she'd be up
for a drink or two, and a few cigarettes."  She finished with a wink at her
black-haired assistant.

   "God, your daughter smokes?" Adrienne asked incredulously.  "But you're on
the lung association board.  I don't get it.  How is it you let your teenage
daughter smoke?"

   Larilyn laughed and exhaled more smoke into the air.  She liked Brianna's
attractive, big-busted roommate.  "It was part our deal.  Andrea's helping me
become a skilled smoker.  In return I let her smoke as much as she wants."
Holding her cigarette high in the air, she cocked her head and gazed intently
at the lovely Adrienne.  "Do you disapprove?"

   Adrienne laughed out loud.  "Oh, God, no.  I'm just surprised.  That's
all."

   Brianna's roommate had on a skin-tight black sweater and blue jeans.
Adrienne's tits were huge, as round as melons, and she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her nipples protruded through the snug sweater.  It was hard not to stare at
her beautiful boobs.  "So, tell me, Adrienne," she smiled shamelessly.  "How
long have you been smoking?  I know Brianna's story.  Let's hear yours."

   Adrienne grinned.  "First let me light up.  I need a cigarette"  From her
purse she took a super-long, thin, red and gold rectangular pack of
cigarettes.  On the front it said "More 120's."  From it she took the
longest, thinnest brown cigarette Larilyn had ever seen.

   "What are those?" she asked incredulously.

   Adrienne smiled.  "Oh, these are More 120's," she laughed.  "It's a 120
millimeter cigarette.  Haven't you ever seen these before?"

   "No.  They look different."

   "Looks deceive.  It's just a cigarette," Adrienne smiled, putting the More
in her mouth and lighting up.  "The brown color's distinctive, though," she
went on, puffing out an initial burst of smoke.  "I smoke Mores for two
reasons," she went on, her long cigarette dangling.  "First, I like the full
flavor taste.  Second, it turns heads when I light one up.  I'm a bit of an
exhibitionist, I'm afraid.  I like the attention I get smoking these things."

   "No kidding," Larilyn noted favorably.  "God, they must last longer, too."

   "Yes, they do," Adrienne nodded.  "But let me answer your question.  I
started smoking my sophomore year in college.  One of my best girlfriends was
a smoker.  I felt left out when she was with her smoking friends.  They had
an intimacy I didn't.  Finally I decided to try it."  She smiled and took a
drag on her brown cigarette.  "I stared smoking all the time.  I never looked
back.  Some people might think it's odd, but it's the best damn decision I
ever made."

   "Why do you say that?"

   Because," Adrienne smiled serenely.  "Smokers have a common bond.  Merely
holding a cigarette marks you out to other smokers as one of the select
group.  Other smokers immediately know you understand, that you're a kindred
spirit, even if background or interests are completely different.  Smoking
together is also the perfect occasion for talking and relating.  I'm a very
relational person.  I like that a lot."

   Larilyn nodded.  "I understand.  At least, I'm beginning to."

   The waitress took Larilyn's order.  She ordered a Tom Collins.  Brianna
and Adrienne were drinking light beer.  "I'm going to enjoy myself," she
explained.  "To smoke as much as I need to, I need to loosen up."

   And she did.  For the next two hours the three of them drank and smoked.
They talked of many things.  Larilyn told them of her unpleasant encounter
with Sandy Rogers and her irritation with her old anti-smoking friend.  The
more Larilyn drank, the louder and more boisterous she became.  By four
o'clock, she was tipsy.  She wasn't drunk, but she was damn close.  Her words
slurred, and her use of profanity had increased noticeably.

   Brianna finally picked up her pack of Virginia Slims and put it in her
purse.  "I'm sorry, but we really have to go.  I have a couple errands to run
by five.  But Larilyn, this has been fun.  You made a lot of progress this
afternoon, didn't you?"

   Larilyn grinned back.  "Fuckin' A," she laughed.  "Let's see how many I
had."  She proceeded to count the butts in the ashtray she'd shared with
Adrienne.  "Oh my God," she giggled.  "I smoked eleven in the last two
hours!"  She shook her pack.  "There's none left."

   Adrienne knit her brow and frowned.  "Brianna, I'm worried about Larilyn
driving home.  She's drunk.  Maybe I should drive her.  I've only had few
beers, but she's definitely sauced after all the Tom Collins' she's put
away."

   Larilyn gave a shit-eating grin.  "Don't be shilly," she laughed.  "I can
drive home."

   "No, Adrienne's right," said Brianna with a shake of her head.  "One of us
should drive you."  She looked at her roommate.  "If you'll drive her home in
her car, I'll pick you up at her place when I finish my errands.  I should be
there by six.  Would that be okay?"

   "That's fine," Adrienne agreed.  Despite Larilyn's protests, they wouldn't
let her drive.

   As Brianna drove off, Adrienne and Larilyn climbed into Larilyn's Lexus.
After buckling her inebriated passenger in, Adrienne pulled into traffic.
"Nice car," she admired.  "Mind if I smoke in it?"

   "Uh, no one's ever smoked in my car before."  Larilyn's objection sounded
unconvincing.

   Adrienne smiled wickedly.  "That's too bad.  But there's a first time for
everything, isn't there, dear?"  She took two brown Mores from her purse and
lit them simultaneously.

   "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Larilyn asked, squinting in the
afternoon sun.

   "One of these is for you, sweetie," Adrienne purred, with twin cigarettes
dangling from her red lips.  "You didn't think I'd smoke alone, did you?  If
we're going to break your car's cherry, you should do it with me."  She took
one of the Mores from her mouth and handed it to Larilyn while puffing out a
cloud of the blue-gray substance into the Lexus's interior.  The windows were
shut tight.  The sunlight made the thickening smoke seem to dance in the air.

   Larilyn whined.  "But it won't count if I smoke one of yours."

   Adrienne smiled, hands still on the wheel and the long, brown cigarette
resting in her mouth.  "Everything isn't about 'counting,' dear.  This is
about pleasure.  It's about enjoyment.  That's all.  Can you honestly tell me
you don't want that cigarette you're holding?"

   "No," she admitted.

   "I thought so," Adrienne said gleefully.  "Then put it between your pretty
lips and take a nice, big, long drag.  Enjoy."  She watched Larilyn comply.
"Yeah, that's it," she sighed approvingly as her companion inhaled.  "Suck
that smoke deep inside your good-looking body.  You've been admiring my long,
brown cigarettes all afternoon, haven't you, Larilyn?"

   "Yeah," she grinned sheepishly.  "I have.  They look so long and elegant
and . . .."

   "And sexy," added Adrienne.  "Long, brown cigarettes like my Mores are
extra sexy, aren't they?"  Larilyn nodded and she went on.  "You've been
watching me smoke 'em.  I could tell.  But that's not the only thing you've
been watching for the last two hours, is it?

   "What do you mean?" Larilyn asked, releasing more smoke into the car's
hazy interior.

   Adrienne's cigarette remained in her mouth.  She had an evil grin on her
face.  "I'm not stupid.  You've been eyeballing my big tits."  Larilyn
hesitated, and Adrienne laughed exultantly.  "C'mon, don't lie, Larilyn.  You
were staring at them.  I could see it in your eyes."

   Ashes from Adrienne's dangling cigarette fell onto the leather seats.
Adrienne seemed not to notice or care.  Larilyn smiled.  "Well, your breasts
are kind of hard not to notice, Adrienne," she murmured.  "They're so big and
round."

   Adrienne laughed.  "Damn right!  Aren't they damn near perfect?"  With the
cigarette still in her mouth, she took one hand off the wheel and cupped it
over her right breast.  "You noticed.  But your interest wasn't academic, was
it, Larilyn?  You wanted to touch them.  You wanted to do this."  She
squeezed her tit and played with her nipple through the tight black sweater.
"Oh God, that feels good," she sighed wickedly.  "That's what you wanted to
do, isn't it?"  She grinned lasciviously.  "If I didn't know better, Larilyn,
I'd say you wanted me right now."

   Larilyn said nothing.  She just stared as the beautiful, dark-haired woman
with the large breasts played with herself, while her long brown cigarette
protruded from her lips.

   Adrienne turned and smiled.  "Don't play coy.  I know.  You like how I
look with this long, brown cigarette hanging from my ruby red lips, don't
you?  But you don't only admire it.  It's more than that.  Much more.  You
wanted a More for yourself, and now you've got it, baby.  But you want me,
too, don't you?"  She stared directly at her passenger.  "And this won't be
the first time you've been with another woman, will it, Larilyn?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean we're going to your house, into your bedroom, and we'll make love
to each other until Brianna comes to get me.  Isn't that right?"

   Another ash fell from Adrienne's dangling cigarette.  "You're getting
ashes on the seat," Larilyn protested lamely.

   "Don't change the subject.  But you're dropping ashes, too, dear.  Haven't
you noticed?"

   Larilyn looked.  Ashes from her cigarette had also fallen to the floor of
the car.  "Oh, God," she moaned as she took another drag and inhaled.  "What
the hell's happening?"

   Adrienne smiled and exhaled smoke around the dangling cigarette.  "You're
horny, darling.  You wanted me to drive you home because you wanted to fuck
me.  And right now you'll prove it.  You're going to touch my nice, big,
round tits."  She reached for Larilyn's left hand, took it, and placed it on
her breast.  She made Larilyn squeeze it.  "Ooh, yeah.  That's nice, isn't
it?" Adrienne sighed contentedly.  "Squeeze it again, baby!"

   Larilyn did.  She felt the nipple of Adrienne's breast through her
sweater.  It was taut, firm, hard.  Larilyn rolled it between her thumb and
forefinger while simultaneously pushing in.

   "Mmm," sighed Adrienne.  She looked blissfully aside.  "I was right.  You
_do_ want me, don't you, sweetie?"

   As if hypnotized, Larilyn nodded.  She puffed on her brown cigarette as
words erupted from inside her soul.  "Adrienne, I couldn't take my eyes off
you from the first moment I saw you in the bar with Brianna," she admitted
breathlessly.  "You're so beautiful.  And the first time I saw you with one
of these long, brown cigarette in your mouth, it drove me fuckin' crazy.  I
wanted one of them, and I wanted you, too."  She began rubbing Adrienne's
breast harder.

   "I knew it," Adrienne groaned contentedly.  "And I wanted you, too, baby.
You look delicious in that tight little black dress.  God, you're so fuckin'
gorgeous.  And hearing the way your daughter corrupted you by making you
smoke cigarettes turned me on big time!  Oh God, that feels so good, Larilyn.
I'm really fuckin' glad this is working out."

   "But God," Larilyn said, removing her hand.  "What will Mitch say?"

   "Look, darling, you're only dating him, for God's sake.  You're not
married."  Adrienne smiled serenely.  "And even if you were, what's a little
fling between girlfriends?  Simply don't tell him.  It'll be our little
secret, and a delicious one, too.  And if you're worried about Brianna, don't
be.  She won't be surprised.  Our relationship is not exclusive."

   "You mean, you're . . .?"

   Adrienne smiled.  "Oh yes, we're lovers, dear.  I thought you knew.  But
we have an understanding.  We both see other people.  Sometimes it's men,
sometimes it's girls."  She winked.  "But it's been a long time since I've
been with a woman as glamorous and as mature as you."  She turned the car
into Larilyn's driveway and pushed the button to open the garage.  "It's
convenient of your daughter to be gone, Larilyn."  She smiled and opened the
car door.  Both their cigarettes had burned down to the brown filter.  "Let's
go inside," she suggested lasciviously, throwing her butt to the garage
floor.  "I want to see you naked and bury my face in your sweet pussy!
Mmmm!"

   "Oh God, me, too," Larilyn groaned in agreement.  "It's been too long
since I've been with another woman.  I feel so hot right now I could eat you
up."

   Adrienne grinned as they walked through the door in the house.  "You will,
honey.  I know you will."  Immediately they embraced, and their hungry lips
found one another.  Larilyn felt Adrienne's body pressing hard against hers.
She pressed back and put her hands under and inside Adrienne's tight black
sweater.  She groped upwards for her large, succulent breasts.  Suddenly, she
felt warm, responsive flesh, Adrienne's huge round tits, in her hands.  She
squeezed, Adrienne moaned, and Larilyn laughed.

   "I wasn't the only one who wanted to do this, was I, Adrienne?  You wanted
it, too, girlie, and bad.  You had your eye on me from that first fuckin'
moment I walked in the bar.  Well, baby, this is for you!"  She pinched both
breasts simultaneously as she pushed her groin against Adrienne's.

   Adrienne gasped.  "You're no amateur smoker, and you're sure as hell no
amateur lesbian lover.  You've done this before, Larilyn!  I can tell."

   The older blond woman smiled.  "Yes, I have.  I eat pussy real good when I
set my mind to it.  And if I set my mind to do anything, Adrienne, I get it.
I'm going to get you, sweetheart."

   Adrienne laughed as she pulled her tight, black sweater over her head,
revealing her firm, large breasts.  "That's what I want, girlfriend!"

   Within moments both women had stripped their clothes to the floor and were
pawing each other.  Adrienne's tits were even more impressive in the open
than underneath her tight sweater.  Larilyn kissed, licked and caressed them
as they settled onto the family room carpet.  Finally, slowly, she worked her
way down Adrienne's abdomen to her crotch.

   "Oh, yeah," Adrienne screamed.  "Eat me, baby.  Lick me.  I want you to
fuck me good."

   "Don't worry, honey," Larilyn smiled lustfully, looking up at her
attractive companion's expectant face.  "It'll be _real_ good!  I promise."

   An hour later, they lay exhausted on the floor.  They never made it to the
bedroom.  They'd consumed one another on the couch and on the floor of the
family room.  Finally Adrienne got her purse, which still lay on the floor by
the back door.  When she returned with her Mores and a lighter, Larilyn got
the new pack of her Marlboro Menthol Lights 100's.  Both of 'em lit
cigarettes, this time tangled up together on the couch.

   "Oh baby, you're quite a lover," Adrienne grinned.  "How often do you do
this?"

   Larilyn slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.  "I'm not actively bisexual," she
sighed.  "But I had a serious lesbian affair five years ago.  It really
messed with me so I finally broke it off."  She smiled.  "You'll never
believe who it was:  It was Sandy Rogers of the lung association."

   "No shit?  That bitch?" Adrienne exclaimed, holding her brown cigarette
high in the air.  "God, I've seen her on TV.  She's the one who looks like
Hillary Clinton.  What in the hell did you see in her?"

   Larilyn shrugged.  "Sandy's not bad looking.  In fact, she looks _so_ much
like Hillary Clinton that at the lung association we call her the First Lady
behind her back.  At that time I'd been divorced for five years and was
recovering from breaking up with a guy who dumped me for another woman.  He
and I saw each other for a year and he completely blind-sided me.  Sandy and
I got together for drinks one night to talk about it after a board meeting.
Like today, I got drunk.  She took me back to her place and made love to me.
God, it felt so good to be wanted, to be needed.  Nothing else mattered.  I'd
never been with a woman until that night, but she made me feel good; it was
all that mattered.  I never knew she was a lesbian till it happened, though I
should've guessed.  Our affair lasted twelve months.  Absolutely no one knew.
Sandy feared she'd lose her job as lung association CEO if it came out she
was gay.  It was great while it lasted, but finally I ended it.  I got tired
of sneaking around, and frankly a little tired of her.  Sandy's never
forgiven me."

   "Maybe you should go back now and force the bitch to start smoking with
you, or else," cackled Adrienne.  "It'd serve her fuckin' right."  She looked
at Larilyn.  "You could force her to smoke with you, you know, if you wanted
to.  Shit!  It'd be sweet revenge."

   "I could blackmail Sandy if I wanted to," Larilyn agreed.  "But I'm not
sure it's worth it.  I don't want to get involved with her again on a
personal level.  She'd love to get me back into bed.  I saw it in how she
looked at me this morning.  But she's always trying to control me."  She took
a prolonged drag.  "Imagine her telling me how to handle my situation with
Susan!  She's still worrying about her fuckin' image.  It's the only thing
she cares about."

   "Unlike you," Adrienne smiled approvingly.  "You've come a long way, like
being willing to smoke in public today, for instance."  She brushed her hand
over Larilyn's naked breasts.  They weren't as large as hers, but they
weren't small.  "Smoking with you is making me hot again, Larilyn," she
admitted coyly.  "I love women who smoke with style."

   Larilyn smiled and sighed.  "I read an article from the internet about how
smoking's sexy.  At first I didn't get it.  But smoking with Mitch after sex,
and now smoking with you, Adrienne, I totally understand.  The smoke is
beautiful, and it has a mind of its own, sort of like my libido."

   Adrienne took a hit off her More and sucked the smoke deep inside.  Her
breasts rose in response.  "Let's test that hypothesis," she smiled, planting
her lips on the blond woman's mouth and releasing the inhaled smoke into her
lover's body as they embraced.

   Larilyn sucked the smoke in and put her cigarette in the ashtray as she
rolled over.  "God, that tastes good," she grinned, finally exhaling
Adrienne's smoke.  "Mitch has been after me to smoke when we make love.  Next
time I think I'll do it," she admitted with a sly smile.

   "You do that," Adrienne agreed, putting her hands on Larilyn's ass and
pulling her tight against her sweaty naked body.  She kissed her again,
pinching and squeezing her ass.  "But not till after I'm done with you
tonight!"

   Their second passionate interlude was interrupted by the sound of the
doorbell.  Larilyn pulled on Adrienne's sweater and ran to the door.  She was
bra-less and wore no panties.  "It's only Brianna," predicted Adrienne
flatly.  "Let her in.  She won't be surprised.  I guarantee it.  She's seen
me naked plenty of times."

   "But she's never seen me in the altogether," Larilyn blushed.  But what
the hell?  She opened the door.  "Hi, Brianna," she smiled, standing in
Adrienne's sweater and no panties.  "Adrienne and I were getting to know each
other a little better.  I hope you're not mad."

   "Oh, no," sighed Brianna.  "God, I should've known her sudden compassion
was fishy!  Adrienne always says she can smell a lesbian or bi-sexual woman a
mile away.  And she does have a particular thing for beautiful older women."
She stared at Larilyn.  "But you, boss?  It surprises me."

   "I'm quite surprising, aren't I, Brianna?  I hope you're not mad your
roommate and I just slept together."

   "We didn't sleep; we fucked," Adrienne loudly interrupted.  "And it was
great!"

   Brianna ignored her.  "I don’t mind, Larilyn.  Adrienne and I both see
other people.  It's a no strings attached relationship.  You _are_ surprising
me, though."  She looked at Adrienne.  "C'mon, Ms. Temptress.  It's time to
go.  We have a party tonight, remember?  If you're not too exhausted, that
is."

   "Me?  Exhausted?" Adrienne lustily smiled as she took Larilyn and pulled
her stretched-out sweater over the other woman's head, revealing Larilyn's
naked torso.  "Hell, I'm just warming up."  She kissed Brianna on the lips.
"Do you want to join us, dear heart?  Larilyn might like it.  I'll bet she'd
love to feel your nice titties, too."

   "Wait a minute," Larilyn butted in.  "I draw the line somewhere.  This was
just a fling as far as I'm concerned.  I'm not fucking my assistant.  It'd be
too confusing."

   "You're right," Brianna sighed.  "It'd make things at work way too
complicated!  Anyway, unlike Adrienne, I'm ordinarily not into three-ways."

   "You might reconsider, Brianna," Adrienne teased.  "Larilyn has really
sweet tits and a firm little ass.  She's hot!"

   "I can see that," replied the petite brunette.  "But Larilyn's right.
It'd make things too weird for us at work."  She turned to Larilyn.  "I'm
glad you got home, though.  Take care of yourself, boss.  Don't do anything
too stupid."

   Larilyn laughed.  "Thanks, Brianna.  And thanks for lending your roommate.
It was a refreshingly good time."  She sighed.  A _really_ good time!

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