Smoke And Mirrors, Part 2

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 2: The First Cigarette:

One afternoon during that second week at school, Suzanne met Phil. It was a
chance meeting at the university cafeteria. With rain drizzling down, Phil
had had no other alternative but to sit inside the non-smoking cafeteria.
Seeing an open chair beside this cute rosy-cheeked freshman, he casually
asked if she would mind if he sat down. The fact that he was older attracted
Suzanne. This young man was in his last year of engineering, and carried
himself with confidence.

She smiled and said, "Sure. No problem."  She unconsciously frowned as she
noticed the package of cigarettes in is shirt pocket. "Too bad he's a
smoker." her conscience dutifully reminded her.

The chat was casual and unstrained. Phil proved to be a master of
conversation. He made a few jokes, and gave Suzanne a well-deserved
complement or two. He was absolutely charming, and before she knew it, she
had agreed to a date with the handsome senior.

As she watched Phil walk out of the cafeteria, Suzanne realized that in
college you meet so many new and different people of all ages and
backgrounds. She was still a bit scared but was committed to meeting new
people, getting along with them no matter how different they were from her.
She frowned remembering how she had negatively pre-judged Phil for being a
smoker. "Humph," she said out loud, "I'm acting just like my mother. He was
really nice after all. What difference did it make that he smokes." Suzanne
reaffirmed that she would try to be more accepting and avoid judging people.
After all he was a really cute and more mature than any of the boys she had
previously dated.

The moment he met Suzanne, Phil had recognized that Suzanne was the typical
naïve wide-eyed freshman. Besides her good looks, her nervousness and lack of
confidence attracted him. He could see that Suzanne was impressionable and
had a desire to please. He had wondered whether she smoked, but doubted it.
She dressed innocently and wore little or no make up. Phil loved to smoke and
had always dated women who smoked. He had always found it exciting to see an
attractive woman smoke. He didn't know why, but had accepted it as a fact of
life. The next time that they would meet, he would casually broach the
subject of smoking with Suzanne. The anticipation excited him.

Their first date was at the local college pub. Phil knew that from past
experience there would be lots of people smoking there and it would be a
relaxed environment. After meeting Suzanne at the front door, they were
quickly seated at a corner table. As the waitress approached, it was obvious
from the frown on her wrinkled face that there was going to be trouble. As
she pulled out her note pad, she grimaced in the low light of the smoky bar,
looking right at Suzanne she said in a rather nasal voice, "Let's see your
ID? Girlie!"

Suzanne's eyes widened. Sheepishly she replied "I don't have it with me. I
left it in my other purse."

The waitress replied abruptly, "No ID! No alcohol!"

Suzanne blushed with embarrassment, as she looked up to see Phil smiling.

Phil came to her rescue, as he ordered a diet coke for her and a beer for
himself. Suzanne continued to cast her eyes downward in embarrassment. Phil
tried to console her, joking about the crotchety waitress. He reluctantly
admitted that she did look a bit young. His words were concerned and
sympathetic, and Suzanne regained her composure.

After a moment's pause, Suzanne began to share her life history with Phil.
She had been raised a Catholic. Her mother had been very strict, reluctant to
even let her wear makeup. She had never been away from home and had been
raised in a very traditional home. She was tired of doing everything that her
parents wanted.

Suzanne repeated how upset she was about being carded. "All the college kids
come here. This had been a disaster. It would now be years before I can have
a drink in here," she said almost tearfully.

Phil laughed at her comments and tried to console her by saying that there
would be other times.

And then he paused. "Maybe with a bit of `smoke and mirrors' you could pass
the age test," he said smiling.

Suzanne looked at Phil curiously, not quite understanding his remark. Phil
thought now was the moment to break the ice, as he reached into his jacket
pocket, pulling out a pack of B&H menthol lights.

"Would you like a cigarette, Suzanne?" he asked, casually offering her one
from the extended pack. He tried to quell his excitement.

She responded rolling her eyes "Are you kidding? Remember my mother wouldn't
even let me wear makeup. I don't smoke!"

Suzanne then started to back peddle, not wanting to appear too inexperienced.
"I did try it once in high school. A couple of the senior girls on the cheer
leading squad dared me. You know, they called me a little goody two shoes, a
chicken, stuff like that and I took their dare. They gave me a cigarette from
a red and white pack, a Marlboro, I think. They told me to suck hard on it
and to breathe it in as deeply as I could. I stupidly followed their advice
and nearly coughed my lungs out. I got so sick to my stomach that I nearly
threw up. They all laughed at me. It was humiliating." Suzanne said blushing.

Phil smiled, and tried to look understanding. At least she had tried smoking,
he thought to himself, trying to hide his disappointment.

Phil spoke compassionately, saying that she shouldn't feel too bad. Her
experience was the usual reaction for a beginner with their first cigarette,
especially a cigarette that strong. "I'm sure you would have liked it better
if someone had taught you how to smoke."

The word beginner sort of stuck in Suzanne's mind.

Phil asked if she would mind if he smoked. She sort of giggled and said no,
and that it was a free world. Phil lit up, taking a long slow drag, inhaling
the smoke deeply, and then exhaling the smoke upwards with a look of true
satisfaction. He made it look so pleasurable, so satisfying. Suzanne watched
intently with eyes the size of saucers. He made sure to put the green emerald
package on the table, close to Suzanne so that it would not be clear as to
whose pack it was. He scanned the room that was filled to its capacity. There
were many girls similar to Suzanne's age all lighting up and smoking, but
smoking with the experience of many years. The environment was perfect. It
was dark in the corner where they sat as the pot lamps in the bar illuminated
the long plumes of smoke from the girls smoking at the nearby tables.

The surly waitress interrupted their relaxed moment, saying that it was the
end of her shift and could they please clear off their tab. No problem, Phil
said, smiling, putting a five on the table indicating that she should keep
the change.

Once the waitress had left, Phil drew closer to Suzanne and quietly whispered
in her ear. "Suzanne, I want you to try something for me. Before the next
waitress comes by, I'm going to light up a cigarette for you and all you have
to do is hold it. It will make you look a little bit older. Are you game?"

With a confused but intrigued look on her face, she hesitated for a moment.
After all she didn't know anyone at college, so no one would see her.
Realizing that this was a fairly harmless idea and with a mischievous smile
she said, "Sure, why not?"



He quickly lit two cigarettes in succession, passing her the first one before
she could change her mind. She looked a little nervous. "Now hold the
cigarette the way the girl at that table over there is holding it," he said,
pointing to a very attractive slim blonde with a ponytail. The blonde was
holding her cigarette high by her cheek and looked amazingly sexy. At the
moment Suzanne glanced over, she saw the blonde take a long deep inhale,
followed by an endless plume of smoke illuminated by the concentrated light.
The smile on her face indicated that she was truly enjoying her cigarette.
Suzanne watched her with fascination.

"Do you see which one I mean? Phil said.

"Yes." Suzanne responded with a voice that trembled slightly. She carefully
struck the pose, her hand shaking slightly. The transformation was immediate.
She looked much older with the long white cigarette in her hand. Right on
cue, the new waitress arrived. This time the waitress was a bit younger,
dressed stylishly, but young enough to be a student at the college. "What
will you have?" she said abruptly, implying that she was way behind on her
orders. Phil spoke first, "I'll have a beer, a Miller Light, and what will
you have Suzanne?" Suzanne sheepishly replied, "I'll have the same." The
smoke slowly curled from the cigarette beside her cheek. The waitress
continued to fumble with her pad, and then Suzanne did the most amazing
thing. She brought the cigarette to her pursed lips and took a small drag on
the cigarette. Phil was transfixed. He smiled as he could see Suzanne holding
the smoke in her mouth, not wanting the waitress to see her blow out the
uninhaled smoke.

The waitress finally turned and Suzanne let out the smoke in one big puff.
She was grinning from ear to ear. Phil nearly laughed out loud.

Phil blurted out, trying to restrain his excitement. "I told you it would
make you look older. But you didn't have to smoke it-" he said sarcastically.

"Well I wanted her to know that I smoked. How did I look?" she asked with
anticipation.

"Great!" Phil replied. "How was it?" Phil asked hoping for a positive
reaction.

"Well, of course I didn't inhale, as I was afraid I might cough. But it was
okay, I guess. Sort of tastes gross, but it's not the end of the world. And
after all one cigarette won't kill me." She smiled quite proudly.

The waitress returned with the drink order, and placed the beer in front of
Phil & Suzanne, as Suzanne again assumed her pose. She paused until the
waitress left. "Did I look silly?" she eagerly asked after taking a long
drink of her beer. She continued to awkwardly hold the cigarette.

Phil paused- "Well, no- you looked great."

"Hmmm, do you really think so?" she replied with a mischievous grin.

"Well it does make you look more sophisticated, I think. A little naughty,
even sexy," Phil said, trying not to let his voice waiver

"But all the other girls blow out such long slow plumes of smoke," she said,
pointing to the blonde pony tailed role model that Phil had selected.

"Well yes, they are bit more experienced, and they are inhaling. The best
part! " He responded with a smile.

"Well the last time I tried inhaling I coughed. How do you do it without
gagging?" she asked inquisitively.

"Are you sure you want to try this?" he asked, being ever so careful, making
sure that this sounded entirely like Suzanne's idea. His member was now at
full attention.

"Sure. I'm in college now, its time for some new experiences," she replied as
she started to feel the effect of her first illicit beer.

"Well, okay, if you really want to know, let me show you." he said pausing.

"A good way to start inhaling is to first exhale all the air out your lungs.
Then take a very small drag. Then breathe in through your nose naturally and
deeply. Only a bit of smoke will end up in your lungs. These cigarettes are a
lot milder than the one you tried before. Give it a try, but be careful," he
said cautiously.

She tentatively took a small puff, as the half finished cigarette glowed in
the darkened corner. She breathed in slowly through her nose, but continued
until her chest had fully risen. She then slowly exhaled. At first the smoke
came out thickly, then nothing came out, and then a small blue gray stream
was released from her pursed lips. She had not coughed. She had done it. She
looked very proud of herself. After a few seconds, she started to feel
slightly dizzy, quickly putting the cigarette down in the ashtray. Suzanne
took a long sip of beer from her glass, which by now was nearly half empty.

"How was it?" Phil asked after a moment.

"Hmmmm-not bad. Certainly better than the last time I tried it. I feel a
little bit dizzy, but it isn't that bad," she said through her grinning lips.
"I must admit it certainly tastes a lot better this way when I compare it to
when I just took a puff and blew it out. Let me try it again," as she
repeated her previous performance taking a little bit more smoke. The exhaled
smoke was thicker this time, as she watched the larger plume cascade upwards
over Phil's head. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching,
but there were only one set of eyes transfixed on the beginner.

Suzanne paused saying, "Ewww-that was easier, but I'm still feeling a bit
dizzy."

Phil smiled, saying, "Take it slow, it takes a while to get used to it. You
just need to practice."

"Well, I don't want to look silly. I want to look like I know what I'm
doing." she said rather forcefully.

After waiting a minute or two, she took one more drag, and tried to look as
proficient as she could. She smiled as she awkwardly crushed out the
cigarette, blowing out the last bit of smoke from her lungs. "You were right,
this was a good idea," she said smiling.

He could see that she was suffering some of the effects of a novice smoker.
Suzanne admitted that she did feel a bit queasy. Phil smiled and again
encouraged Suzanne, saying how well she had done, and noting that she didn't
cough or anything. He realized that if he pushed it now, that it would be a
big mistake. There would be many other times when he could offer her a
cigarette. The important part was that the ice had been broken. If she kept
trying to smoke, he knew what would happen. He had seen many "social" smokers
slowly progress into full time smokers. With a bit of encouragement, this
clean scrubbed freshman might some day become a smoker. That thought made him
rock hard.

The evening had progressed uneventfully; with another drink ordered, and some
casual talk. Phil did not want to push his new protégé. He smoked a couple of
more cigarettes that night, but when Suzanne did not show much interest, he
thought he should hold back. Although he was tempted to offer her one, he
would be patient, and wait for another opportunity.

At the end of the evening, he walked her to her apartment. He was smiling to
himself as he walked her to the front door. When she saw the smile on his
face, she stopped and asked him what was so funny. He again tried to hold
back his excitement. "Oh, nothing,." he said. "It was just thinking about
what you had said about being such a good Catholic girl. Yet, my last memory
of you is you sitting in the bar smoking a cigarette and sipping your first
under age beer. You had better say three Hail Mary's before you go to bed
tonight." He said laughingly.

She smiled at his sarcasm, but felt slightly proud of her night's
achievement. She responded with a laugh. "After all there is no harm in a
having the odd cigarette. Is there?"

Phil smiled at this admission. "Well," he said, "I've now seen a new daring
side of you, and I like it." He gently kissed her on the lips, lingering just
long enough to press the bulge in his pants against her thigh. She nearly
swooned, as she felt his long hard penis against her thigh. Phil hugged her
gently holding her in his arms.

The evening ended with Phil saying that they should do this again. And real
soon, he wickedly thought that we must do this over and over and over again,
thinking almost out loud- "No harm in having the odd cigarette"-well not yet,
but if he had his way she would be eating those words; or maybe more
appropriately, smoking those words. He grinned with self-satisfaction. The
ice had been broken. He would make sure that she would smoke again and soon.

Little did he know that he would soon have help in the corruption of this
young girl.

The snare was tightening. Suzanne was in trouble.

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