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Serena, Part 2 puffery@prodigy.com Drinking and cussing came completely naturally but smoking took a little more focus. Over the next few days Nevey (From that day on I dropped the Aunty crap) showed me the ropes. Like I said, I was always a good student, particularly when I wanted to be which made learning to smoke a real breeze. I was inhaling respectably within the first week. While I can't say that I liked the taste very much, the whole idea was just so cool. With Nevey I could play adult even if, perhaps because, my playmate often wasn't one herself. For the next two years I spent more of my free time with Neve than with anyone else. Over time, I virtually moved in with her. Uncle Rod was gone a lot and he was such a complete asshole anyway. I saw him hit her more than once and threatened to call the cops on him, so at least when I was around things weren't as violent. My folks never once complained about where I was even given how they loathed Neve. I'm sure my absences assuaged any guilt they might of had about neglect, that is if they even noted how frequently I was gone. That first summer the smoking thing didn't really kick in big-time. I'd have two or maybe three cigarettes a day, five at the outside if we got in to the wine, and if I missed a day or two it was no big deal. I even went off to a two week Lutheran summer camp without any repercussions. When school started I wasn't smoking anymore than I had during the summer but still there was a subtle change. The idea of smoking started to become a little more important to me. I'd think about a cigarette, I guess want a cigarette, at kind of random times, not just when I was with Neve. Fortunately though it wasn't usually in the morning which was good 'cause many nights I still slept at home. But I usually made it to Neve's pretty damn quickly after school to have a cigarette and maybe a little glass of wine too. That afternoon cigarette now tasted pretty damn good. It almost always took precedent over hanging with my friends. By Spring there was no longer such a thing as a smoke free day. Even if it sometimes wasn't until after dinner, I'd always get over to Nevey's for at least a couple of cigarettes. That set the scene for the next summer when things really started to accelerate. Neve was going through even more shit with Rod so I really spent a lot of time doing hand holding crap and in the process we'd sit there and smoke. She was also taking more four hour midday shopping trips, routinely returning with only a smile. Either way, Nevey home or Nevey gone, the occasions to smoke just seemed to multiply. If she was there we'd smoke together. If she wasn't, I'd probably be on the phone with a cigarette in hand. At first I'd kind of cover the receiver every time I took a puff but eventually my closest friends recognized that I was smoking and I think kind of envied me." Blushing just a bit she added "Now that I think about it, it was on some of those phone calls that my free hand started exploring. I can remember distinctly the day I was talking to my friend Jill with the phone resting on my shoulder, cigarette in my left hand, and seriously masturbating with my right. As my breathing became more pronounced she became genuinely worried and when I told her I was going to have to hang up now she nearly freaked. When I called her back a few minutes later and explained, she really did freak. Later that summer she started dropping by Nevey's and soon became a smoker too. Whether also a masturbator I can't say. Well actually I could, but I won't. The net was that as the summer progressed much of the original novelty of smoking was already wearing off and it was beginning to just feel like a natural thing that I did. Sometimes I'd find a lit cigarette in my hand and not even remember lighting it. When summer had begun four or five cigarettes a day had been routine but before long even a half a pack wasn't uncommon - truth be known, probably on the light side by the end of the summer. By this time, while Nevey was still my sole supplier, I was no longer technically just bumming. I'd take full packs of Nevey's Salem's from the multiple cartons she'd always keep in the pantry. I wouldn't take them out of the house but I'd treat them like mine by keeping them in my room, the guest bedroom that is. Of course that was fine by her. She even seemed to get a childish kick out of telling me to keep my hands off of her smokes and stick to my own. Later that summer, I guess in some identity search, her chiding actually led me to switch brands to Benson and Hedges - they just seemed more sophisticated somehow - and she was more than happy to stock them for me. In retrospect, I think anything that deepened my addiction pleased her and having my own brand was certainly another step. In the end it didn't matter all that much anyway. Like any good addict, in a pinch we were both willing to smoke either brand. I mean how many different ways can you combine nicotine, tar, and menthol anyway? As that summer unfolded I also started being a little less cautious about when and where I smoked. Originally it'd just been in the kitchen but now I'd smoke anywhere around the house or yard. The truth was that I really didn't give a shit if I was caught. Oh and then there was that summer's Luther Camp. What a joke. I spent more time in the woods than the animals did but somehow never got caught. Nevey, God bless her, even made a two pack special delivery the second week when the third pack of my original stash was about to run out. One night toward the end of summer when Nevey was out with friends, Uncle Rod walked in drunk and seemed to realize for the first time that I was smoking. He'd seen me before but maybe it just didn't register. Not a brain surgeon he. Anyhow he was really mean drunk that night and said something about wouldn't my folks be interested in knowing. I truthfully didn't give a damn whether they did or not but never-the-less I blurted back 'Great and maybe we should also tell them about the time you tried crawling in bed with me, prickhead. ' He stared back at me like a deer in headlights and nothing more was said. "So anyhow ..." "Stop, stop, stop" I pleaded with Serena "Can't you see you're killing me?" "Well I'll be god damned" she responded. I've never been around a guy before with your powers of recuperation Simon. Why don't you just lie yourself right down there on the floor with a couple of pillows and mommy'll slip onto something comfortable. That way I'll get to know what exactly excites Simon Jr. a little more intimately. In the meantime my tits are getting kind of cold. You wouldn't mind warming them up a little would you?" she asked as she bent forth these two fleshy monuments burying my face in her decidedly chilled cleavage. "So where was I?" she continued gently rocking to and fro. "Oh yeah. Summer after seventh grade. By the time that school came around and eighth grade started, smoking was no longer such a take it or leave it deal. Even though I'd usually headed right over to Nevey's the year before, it really hadn't been totally compulsive but from the first day of classes that year, I realized I had a problem. All summer I'd had a couple of cigarettes by lunch time and at least a couple more by mid afternoon. To complicate things even a little bit more, I'd started drinking coffee the past few weeks since it tasted so pleasant along with a cigarette but that took my mornings alone up to sometimes four or five cigarettes and my days to ... well you know. So all in all, my smoking had really blossomed. Now here it was lunch time on the first day of school and I didn't give a flying fuck about eating, I just wanted a cigarette like never before. Of course I wasn't carrying them with me so I couldn't have had one anyhow and even if I had had them, I wouldn't have known where to go. The girl's room was just too passé and the parking lot across the street was for scum bags. Packing them with me to school didn't sound like a very smart idea but then again there was no way I was going to cope with these heebie jeebies everyday either. There was this whole issue of how I saw myself and how I wanted others to see me that I needed to deal with. Until the past few weeks I'd seen no need to decompartmentalize. With Neve I was a smoker; elsewhere I wasn't. I'd begun to muddy things up though a few times just before Labor Day when I'd had a couple of cigarettes at the beach with Nevey. Hers, not mine, none-the-less it was smoking in public. And come to think of it there was that Camp experience too. It's just that carrying cigarettes with me would be a full admission that my smoking wasn't just conditional. That wasn't an issue I'd had to face ... that is until now. It's about all I thought about during sixth period. No fuckin' way was my smoking conditional anymore. Three fifteen came and I just about annihilated the hall patrol geeks getting out of class and making a beeline for Neve's. To my dismay when I got there she wasn't home and I didn't have my key with me. I know I was desperate enough to have broken a window to get in but fortunately the backdoor wasn't locked. I'd found my cigarettes and lit one before even setting down my books or taking off my coat, already finishing my third one as Neve walked in to the background of the clock striking four. Feeling immensely better, I helped her unload the car. And as we both sat down again, the three fresh butts in my ashtray lay there tellingly. "Nic fit huh?" she said obviously amused. "Looks like its got your number kid. I kind of suspected the past few weeks that you were getting pretty hooked. That coffee and a cigarette routine is usually a pretty telltale clue and then bumming from me at the beach too. But then there's nothing like a good old 'no smoking' situation to confirm it for sure though, is there honey? Remember Camp? School must have been pretty rough today by the looks of that ashtray? she chuckled but not with malice. "Jesus Christ, you can say that again. From about eleven o'clock on I couldn't get it out of my head that I wanted a cigarette" I fired back with staccato little exhales of smoke separately underscoring every word. "It was pure hell" I finished, taking yet another soul satisfying drag. "Needed, not wanted" she corrected. "My dear little niece, last year, when you still had a choice, you wanted a cigarette, now you balls- out need one. You're hooked babykins. Got it? Smoking's no longer going to be just a play thing. When you can't smoke you'll turn into a witch and it will start to really determine a lot about the things you do and the folks you hang out with. Welcome to the club honey. There's a lot of us in it. Of course" she continued "I suppose you could quit cold turkey right now if you wanted to" her smile not well contained. "You could do that now, couldn't you?" she chided turning around to hide her amusement. "Fuck yourself Neveykins" I rejoined expressing my lack of amusement. "You know as well as I do that that's pure bullshit. I doubt that I could quit a hell of a lot easier now than you could and you know damn well that you couldn't." This all blurted out while lighting my fifth cigarette in not much more than an hour from the embers of the fourth. "I had no way of knowing how easily these things can addict you? But I bet you knew that this would happen to me, didn't you Aunty Neve? How come you let me start any way? It's all your damn fault" I bellyached. But before Serena could give me Nevey's response "Excuse me please Serena" I interrupted. "I'm about to make another deposit. Why don't you take a little break, lean yourself back a little bit, and ride along for the come." So instructed she began a mantra of "orgasm" starting quietly and climaxing two minutes later in an explosion reportable by Mr. Richter. A few breathless minutes later she started up again but not without a little commentary. "You certainly have your own way of interrupting" she began "or maybe more like inner-erupting. Don't stop though. I love it. I've never gotten this much dick in my life. When I finish with my story I just might start inventing new stuff just to see what kind of endurance you really have. Of course that's presuming that I have the endurance as well. It's never been quite tested like this before." "Well Aunty Neve blew off my accusations" Serena continued. "She knew that I knew that it was all bullshit anyhow. That from that first day offered, I'd never looked back. And she'd nailed me cold with that nic fit comment. I was big-time hooked and feeling confused about it. I really loved everything about smoking. The social ritual, the adult feel, the quasi-nautiness, that it kept me from snacking, and obviously now the physical cravings and the ensuing relief as well. The truth was that I wasn't pissed at Nevey for getting me started, I frankly appreciated it and any thought of quitting just was pure nonsense. But there now were certainly some unplanned complications. Here I was only in eighth grade and I couldn't last all day without a cigarette. Hell, I probably couldn't make the noon hour but I was loathe to hang with the lowlifes that openly smoked around school. I needed a more couth solution. The first one that came to mind was stockpiling of sorts. I'd go back to having a couple of cigarettes in the morning - with how much I'd really gotten to enjoy them with coffee during August, this was about the easiest sell you'll ever find ... in hopes of staving off late morning cravings. This necessitated getting up at five thirty and high tailing it over to Neve's before school. Progressively it just meant staying at Neve's most of the time. The reality of the solution was however the opposite of the desired reaction. Morning smoking just increased my dependency. I didn't acknowledge it immediately or maybe didn't want to recognize it at the time, but it just geometrically deepened the need. The next step further compounded. No less desperate than before for a noontime cigarette, maybe more so, I now managed to finagle it so that I could get Nevey to pick me up for an off campus 'lunch' nearly everyday. She took some snide pleasure in my predicament but she was understandably accommodating none-the-less. With a cigarette each way in the car and a couple at the house, the afternoons were bearable. In tandem, these two activities did get me by until Christmas. The holidays however provided their own problems. I decided that it was time to break the news to my parents. I wouldn't be able to handle the day long events without a cigarette, especially when Nevey would be there smoking. They ranted and raved but as I fully knew there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it. Not with the minute amount of time they had to attend to me. They made up some silly rules about where and when and in front of whom which weren't enforced even day one. I smoked in my room incessantly, at the table after dinner, and studying or watching TV. And from the following year on in an apartment that they built for me atop the garage. Aunty Neve thought this was all so cool and took credit (I guess appropriately) for my newfound delinquency. Even if she hadn't though, my folks would have assigned her the blame. They of course were guiltless. She did kind of let them off the hook though. As it turned out 'fessing up proved to be the right thing to do 'cause Nevey fully intended to 'out' me anyhow. If I hadn't told them already, the two cartons of Bensons & Hedges that "Aunty Santa" left under the tree would have been hard to explain. As it was they were warmly welcomed by me and disdained by my parents to Nevey's delight. Her other gift however was the show stopper. When I'd first begun smoking she'd given me a handful of Bic's to stick in my purse - come to think of it she also gave me my first purse - but whenever the chance provided I'd use her elegant Calibri lighter. I thought that firing up it was better than smoking itself. As I opened the smaller gift from her, my hopes were high and soared further when the jewelry box emerged. When I opened it up and found not only a Calibri lighter, but one with my initials engraved, I shrieked with joy and kissed her on the lips. No one could remember ever having seen that much emotion from me. Whatever line there was that demarked smoker, I was surely now across it and solidly in Nevey's camp. She gloated uncontained. But now on to January which was pure hell. With three cigarettes in the morning, four at lunch, and nonstop smoking after school the past couple of months, I was now actually going through upwards of a pack a day. Over the holidays and what with the two or three a day that my eleven year old sister Analise thought she was successfully sneaking, there were days when even one pack didn't do it. That day in mid January when I walked into the girl's room after first period and lit up, it was curtains, no questions asked. I got busted like I knew I would but I really didn't care. I had to have a cigarette and there was no longer any way I could last three god damn hours at a stretch. When I was busted again after third period they marched me to the office and called home. With no one there they called Nevey who cheerfully came and got me, stubbing her cigarette out on the school's front steps where moments later we both lit up. Marching down the steps, cigarette in hand as many classmates watched out the window, was perhaps the most soul satisfying 'fuck you' of my life. The only shadow was an impending showdown with my folks. Holding court in the kitchen that evening, cigarette conspicuously and constantly in hand, as my folks read me the riot act, it was clear I needed a new paradigm. This classroom shit had to go unless of course I could somehow smoke in class. With that momentary flash of brilliant inspiration - smoking in class - new options unfolded. There were indeed several expensive private schools where smoking was actually permitted. If the parents were willing to fork over that much cash and didn't care if their kid smoked, who was the school to interfere, right? And for the following three and a half years I attended Annie Brooks Academy and for that matter so did Analise. If it sounds like the numbers don't add up it was only three and half because I got college acceptance a year early." "Are my eyes deceiving me" Serena interjected "but is that yet another renaissance?" "Afraid so" I replied. "Any special requests this time" she retorted. "I don't know but why don't you come over here and sit in my lap while I think about it" I suggested and agreeably she did so along with yet another freshly lit cigarette. As she wrapped her shapely legs around me and homed into the berth, she also began a new practice. Rather than the Rita Hayworth profile exhales, she locked lips with me and breathed her smoke deeply into my lungs. Having personally quit several years before myself, my knee jerk reaction was to repel but the eroticism of trading back and forth that smoky warmth captured me instantly. Another bizarre yet beguiling form of intimacy. Locked in this embrace, she shared the final school girl episode. "You can imagine" she said "the degree of dependence that you develop on smoking when your entire teen years you smoke freely and frequently. With the freedom to smoke at school, I never drifted again below the pack a day level and often drifted well above. I can't even honestly remember a time in my life when I didn't smoke. In high school the guys didn't give a shit. When they're getting head, it's not such a big issue for them. But then I guess I don't need to tell you that. But the guys I dated in college start handing out shit over it and they just didn't understand how much a part of me smoking is. And so today I find you. Not only do you not mind smoking, it gets your rocks off at a prodigious pace. I'm still not sure whether or not it's perverted, but I'm damn sure that I like it. I've never spent a day in my life quite like this before but I'm ready to spend more. Even these full strength cigarettes are giving me a kind of buzz I haven't felt in ages. I've got to say that even if I never see you again in my life, which by the way I'm not suggesting, you've left me with a gift. Admit that smoking is a part of me and if that doesn't work for some guy, then who he can fuck is himself. Now I have one final request. Before you explode one more time, how about showing me your bedroom and paying a little homage to convention? I can smoke on my back too you know. With or without a cigarette." |
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