Strangely Subconscious - Sleep Smoking

Strangely Subconscious
    by Riley

These are the stories of the townspeople of Skyvale, and of one person in
particular, Angela Brock, a teenager with many dark secrets. This series will
be episodic, consisting of many story lines not necessarily all linked in
time, place, or even characters.

If you have comments concerning your opinions of the story or suggestions of
ideas for what should happen next, please do not hesitate to email me
(rileysmoker@yahoo.com). Feedback is always appreciated!

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Episode One: Sleep Smoking
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   Katie Stevens placed the glass of water on top of a magazine on her
bedside table. She slipped under her covers and picked up her AP biology
textbook and opened it to her assigned reading. The past few days Katie had
woken up to a parched and scratchy throat, and for this reason had prepared
an anticipatory glass of water. 

   Katie skimmed the text, having read it all several times she simply wanted
to give it a final glance before her AP test the following morning. Being one
of the few juniors enrolled in an AP class, Katie was desperate to do well so
that she did not sacrifice the opportunity to take fun electives with her
friends for nothing. As she neared the end of the chapter she was reviewing,
Katie began to feel the temptations of sleep creeping over her. She struggled
slightly to stay awake, rubbing her eyes and sitting up, but sleep's sultry
pull on her finally prevailed and she slipped into unconsciousness.

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   Mere moments later, Katie opened her eyes and sat up. She glanced around
the room, examining the details of her surroundings. Various movie posters
were hung on the walls: Titanic, Moulin Rouge, Romeo & Juliet, and an
assortment of other love-themed movies. On the wall opposite the bed were two
bulletin boards filled with an assortment of mostly blue ribbons, just above
a small bureau covered in matching swimming trophies.

   Katie climbed out of bed and moved to the bedroom door, she made sure that
it was shut tight, but for the first time neglected to check the lock. She
then moved to the closet, sliding open the door and reached above her. Above
the inside ledge of the closet frame was a small zipper pouch taped to the
wall. Katie pulled it down and brought it towards the window. As she reached
to unlock and open the window however, she froze. It dawned on her that it
was time to stop playing it safe and to start enjoying herself more. 

   She instead brought the pouch back to her bed and climbed into the covers
once again. She unzipped the pouch and smiled at its contents. The first item
she removed was a small ceramic ashtray. It was still new and clean due to
her prior use of the window. The next items she removed were a pack of
Marlboro Menthol Light 100's and a lighter. She arranged the ashtray on the
table next to her bed and smiled when she spotted the glass of water. Opening
her pack of cigarettes, Katie extracted one, placing the long white cigarette
between her lips. She counted her cigarettes before closing the pack,
discovering that after three nights she only had eight remaining. 

   After placing the pack on the table next to the ashtray, Katie lifted the
lighter and clicked it to life. She watched the flame a moment, entranced by
its flicker and thinking of the joys that wild dancer would bring to her
life. She touched it to the tip of her cigarette and began to pull hard. Her
cheeks collapsed a bit as she sucked the first bits of sweet smoke into her
mouth. When her first pull had finished she removed the cigarette from her
mouth slowly, allowing a small ball of smoke to escape her mouth momentarily
before being sucked back in as she slowly pulled the smoke deep within her
lungs. 

   Katie held the smoke for several seconds before exhaling towards the
ceiling. She watched the thick wisp of smoke extend outwards from her body
and melt. She loved seeing the smoke which had just delivered a rewarding
burst of nicotine to her bloodstream. Katie lifted the cigarette to her lips
once again, this time performing a long french inhale, goofily crossing her
eyes to see the waves of smoke slip into her nose. She again began to exhale
and managed to produce two smoke rings. Since three nights prior to this when
she could barely inhale the smoke, Katie had practiced hard to master the
special techniques of smoking.

   As she continued to take deep drags on her long white cigarette, Katie's
excitement led her to slip her free hand down her naval, under her pajama
pants and underwear. She began to stroke her clitoris rhythmically as she
pulled more smoke into her body and released it into her bedroom. She pulled
her pants and panties to her knees then to afford herself better pleasuring
access. She lifted her cigarette to her lips and let it dangle freely as she
began to plunge two fingers into herself and maintain the clit rubbing with
her now freed other hand. 

   Katie moaned slightly as she intensified her pleasuring and double pumped
on the now shortening cigarette between her lips. She quickly tapped off the
ash in the ashtray and replaced the cigarette in her mouth. She closed her
eyes and looked towards the ceiling. With her teeth gritting, she pulled hard
on the cigarette as she pushed her fingers deep inside of herself.

"Katie! Are you smok-" a voice cried out.

Katie opened her eyes and shot a look towards the door. A man, probably in
his forties, was standing in the doorway, mouth agape at the site he was
taking in.

"Uhhmmm," was all she could manage.

      The man turned quickly and faced the door, "put that out and cover
yourself NOW young lady!"

      Katie stubbed the cigarette out as she pulled up her pants but instead
of responding to the situation, she pulled the covers over herself, placed
her head down on the pillow, and smiled.

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Katie awoke with a strange taste in her mouth. Her room was hazy and beneath
her covers she could feel her pants at her knees and wetness in her private
area. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted the man facing away from her
door, shaking his head.

"Dad? What's going on?"

"Jesus Christ- what's going on? That's a good-what the fuck was going on
Katie?" he replied, turning towards Katie angrily.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Katie questioned, scared by her father's
loudness and language.

      It was at precisely this moment that Katie's eyes, in fact looking for
the glass of water she had previously prepared, instead landed on a pack of
cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray with a single cigarette stubbed out.

"I'm yelling because-" the image of his seventeen year old daughter
pounding her fingers into herself as she sucked down cigarette smoke flashed
before his eyes, "God fucking damnit Katie! You're grounded until I say
you're not. No friends, no phone, no school activities. You come home, you
close your door, and you do some homework or something I don't care what so
long as it's not this."

   Katie was too taken aback by this to manage a response before he had
turned and slammed the door shut. Katie could hear him walk to his bedroom,
again slamming the door. She was terrified, not knowing what had happened to
her after she fell asleep. Did she sleep walk and do something wrong? Was she
masturbating without realizing it and he walked in? Then she remembered the
cigarettes, where did they even come from? She picked up the pack and
examined it. Inside were only eight cigarettes. 

   Suddenly it all came together. Katie's eyes started to well as she
realized that she must be smoking in her sleep. The scratchy throat in the
mornings, her window often being open, and now her angry father, it all made
sense. Katie turned off her light and buried her face in her pillow, bawling
at her uncertainty about the situation.

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      Angela Brock opened her eyes and smiled. She was sitting in a recliner
in the family room of her house. Although she hated to mess up the lives of
good people, she always enjoyed the thrills she could experience through
other people. She decided that she would resolve Katie Stevens' situation
before she went to sleep herself. This would require her to wait some amount
of time, however.

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   Jack Stevens' head had barely hit the pillow before he jumped back out of
bed. The woman who had been lying next to him mumbled and he patted her back
through the comforter softly before making his way out of the room. He began
to open doors in the hallway until her found the room he was searching for. 

   Katie had fallen asleep but Jack could see that the cigarettes were still
on the table. Jack slowly crept towards the bed and picked up the pack. He
removed one of the cigarettes and as quietly possible, he lit it. Not
thinking, he took a hard drag and sucked the smoke into his healthy lungs,
causing a small coughing fit to erupt.

   "Dad?" Katie asked, woken by the startling coughs, "what are you
doing?"

   "Hey Katie-" Jack started, "I uh, well- look, I was hard on you
earlier and I really shouldn't have been."

   Katie only stared at her triathlon running father and the cigarette now
burning between his fingers.

   "I guess this is a bit of a surprise to you but listen. I used to smoke a
long time ago, so I know what it's all about and I'm not angry at you at
all for trying it or wanting to do it. I'm sorry to wake you up like that
but after seeing you smoking I just wanted to give it a try for old time's
sake, guess I'm not cut out for it anymore," Jack lied, "Anyway, what
upset me earlier was that I walked in on my little girl naked, and.. doing
things, that's all.. but those are completely natural urges for a girl your
age, so-"

   Katie couldn't stand it, her eyes had been welling with tears and now
they spilled out, "Oh dad! I don't even know what was going on, I think
that I was doing all that stuff while I was asleep! I keep waking up with a
scratchy throat and I never could figure out why! I don't even know where
those things came from!" Katie bawled.

   "Hey now, come on its ok, look, you take this," he took her hand and
placed the cigarette between her first two fingers, "and if you want to, you
can finish it for me. Just don't worry about the grounded thing, I
overreacted. As for your mother, I won't say a thing if you don't, just
don't go smoking in the house again after tonight."

   Jack turned and left the room and shut the door as he left. He went back
to his room and climbed into bed. Before he fell asleep however, he
repeatedly thought about how he was not going to punish Katie for what
happened, in order to ensure that it would stick in his mind the next day.

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   Meanwhile in her room, Katie sat looking at the cigarette burning between
her fingers. Her mind was racing, thinking about how she had woken up
earlier, about her father smoking, and about his telling her that she could
smoke if she wanted to. Katie reasoned that her subconscious must have had a
reason to want to smoke, and lifted the cigarette to her lips in an attempt
to learn why.