The Stepmother, Part 3

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THE STEPMOTHER

3.	Revenge is Sweet - For Melissa.

   Melissa was overjoyed.  The pictures of Katie propositioning her alter ego
gave her some serious leverage over her stepmother.  She still wanted Katie
out of her father's life.  Eventually she'd use the pictures to get her out.
But in the meantime she'd make Katie smoke.  It'd serve two important and
related goals.  Now she'd have cover for her smoking in the house.  But it
also might irritate her dad.  He always hated surprises.  If his new wife
unexpectedly started to smoke perhaps it would increase the stress on their
still new living relationship.  And that wouldn't be bad!

   Katie would agree to the terms of her ultimatum.  She had no choice.  And
when she did Melissa would be able to smoke all week long while her dad was
gone.  Even on weekends it'd be pretty easy to sneak a cigarette whenever she
needed one.  All that pleased her greatly.

   The teenager was surprised by how much she wanted to smoke now.  She never
really realized just how profoundly the habit had taken hold of her in just a
few short months.  Her priorities definitely had shifted.  She thought about
smoking all the time.  It was on her mind constantly.  Sitting before her
computer in her bedroom working on her Latin independent study project she
decided to retrieve her ashtray from the dresser.  She wanted to smoke.  And
what the hell?  She was going to!  Katie would soon provide the cover she
needed to hide any smell in her room.  Impudently leaving her door wide open
she shook out a Marlboro Light 100 and lit up a cigarette.  She took an
initial drag.  Feeling thick rich smoke filling her mouth and, after she
inhaled, inundating her lungs was marvelous.  She pursed her lips to exhale
into the air.  She felt sure her stepmother would be joining her soon enough.
But she wasn't about to wait for Katie.  She had to have a cigarette.  She
wasn't worried.  Soon the telltale odor of smoke in her bedroom would be
overshadowed by her stepmother's revitalized nicotine habit.

   That morning Melissa smoked three cigarettes working at her computer in
her room.  At noon she wandered downstairs to see if Consuela had fixed
anything to eat.  Sure enough, her beloved housekeeper had prepared tomato
soup and small sandwiches.  Melissa poured herself some soup and put a
sandwich on a plate.

   Several bites into the meal she heard a voice in the doorway.

   "I see you already started smoking in your bedroom?"

   She turned.  Katie's piercing blue eyes were staring right at her.

   "Yeah, I decided to jump the gun a little bit," she said with a smile.  "I
wanted a cigarette.  Actually, I wanted several of them.  I hope you don't
mind."

   "Me mind?  It doesn't really matter, does it?"  Katie got some soup for
herself.  "I mean, you got me, don't you Melissa?"

   "Yeah, I guess I do," the youngster nodded with a smug smile.  "So, shall
I assume this means you agree to my little proposal?"

   The older woman sat at the table.  "Yeah, it does.  I have no choice.  But
the idea of my smoking again isn't so bad, actually.  After all, I'm not
superwoman.  I miss smoking.  Even after four years I still dream about it.
The dreams are always the same.  I'm looking for a place to sneak a
cigarette.  I worry how to keep it under wraps.  Just when I light up, I wake
up in a cold sweat.  But now I guess I don't have to worry about hiding it if
I want to smoke.  Because I'll be completely out in the open again, won't I?"

   "Sure will," Melissa smiled.  "Our little partnership might work for us
both, Katie.  You might enjoy being forced to smoke again.  I bet it's not
really torture, now is it?"

   "No, it definitely won't be torture.  I fuckin' loved smoking, Melissa."
Katie sipped her soup and sighed wearily.  "I totally understand how you feel
about it, kid; I mean, why you want to smoke.  There's just nothing like it,
is there?  A cigarette after a meal is one of life's great pleasures."  She
let out a groan and put the spoon in her mouth again.

   They ate in silence awhile.  Katie was lost in thought and Melissa didn't
interrupt her musings.  Finally though, after downing the last of her
sandwich Melissa spoke again.

   "Hey, Katie.  Let's have a cigarette.  Right now.  Both of us.  No time
like the present to get you started.  I'll go upstairs and get my cigarettes
and an ashtray.  Does that sound good?"

   The blond woman stared.  "Yeah, okay, sure," she agreed diffidently.  "I'm
game."

   The auburn haired teenager bounded up to the second floor.  She dumped the
contents of her ashtray into a Ziplock bag and descended the stairs.  She
brought along a half-full pack of Marlboro Lights 100's, her disposable
lighter and the clean ashtray into the kitchen.

   Katie looked intently as the pretty teenager put a cigarette in her lips
and offered the pack.  "Here you go, Katie," she smiled with her Marlboro
dangling.  "Have one.  It's on me."

   Her stepmother took the proffered pack and slowly shook out a cigarette.
She smiled involuntarily while inspecting the long white cylinder.  "God,
it's been a while," she admitted.

   Melissa clicked her lighter.  "It's been way too long, Katie, if you ask
me.  But don't worry.  I hear that smoking's one habit that comes back real
easy.  They tell me the desire to smoke never totally goes away."  The
youngster touched the flame to her dangling cigarette.  Then while drawing on
her own Marlboro she held the light out to her stepmother.

   Katie raised her cigarette to her mouth and caught the light.  The pungent
odor of burning tobacco momentarily overwhelmed her.  But out of deference to
her old habit she quickly pulled an initial drag into her lungs.  A smile
erupted onto her face as she held the deposit inside.  "Oh God," she sighed
contentedly, releasing the beginnings of a long exhale.  "I'm smoking again!"

   "Yeah, you sure as hell are," Melissa agreed.  "And you look like you like
it, too!"

   Katie raised the cigarette to her mouth for another hit.  She again sucked
thick rich smoke in her lungs.  "God, I hate to admit it, you little bitch.
But you're right.  I do like it."  She pursed her lips to exhale a thin
stream of smoke into the air.  "I can't believe I'm saying this.  But I do!"

   Melissa grinned.  "Sure you do, Katie.  Every smoker does.  We love it.
After all, this is what we live for, isn't it?  We inundate our lungs with
this shit.  It may be bad for us but we don't fuckin' care.  Yeah, it's the
absolute best."  She tapped an ash in the ashtray.  "Now that you're smoking
along with me I plan to indulge constantly.  God, it'll be great!"

   Nicotine stimulation made Katie's head spin.  But she continued to drag on
her Marlboro.  "I'm glad you're happy, you little bitch," she sighed
reluctantly.  "If this is all it takes to keep you quiet about the pictures
then I guess I can manage."

   "Oh, you'll do more than manage, Katie," Melissa countered.  "You'll love
it.  I can tell just by watching.  You love to smoke just like I do."  She
grinned.  "How will you break the news to Dad?  Have you thought about that?"

   "Yeah, I have.  I'll tell Bill I had a stressful week," she began
philosophically.  "I'll tell him that in a moment of weakness I made a big
mistake.  I'll tell Bill I broke down and smoked a cigarette with an old
friend.  I couldn't help it, I'll say.  Then I made a second mistake.  I'll
say I bought myself a pack.  Originally I intended to have just one or two,
you know, to combat stress?"  She paused to drag on her cigarette.  "But I'll
tell him I couldn't help myself.  Despite my best intentions after I had one
cigarette I couldn't stop.  I had to keep going.  I'm really sorry, Bill.  I
hope you don't mind too much."  She looked at her stepdaughter and batted her
eyes as if she was schmoozing her dad.  "Do you think he'll buy it?"

   Melissa nodded.  "Oh, he'll buy it all right.  He's infatuated with you,
Katie.  I suspect you can do no wrong as far as Dad's concerned.  As long as
he doesn't think you're cheating on him I don't think he'll be much trouble
when it comes to the smoking thing."

   Katie looked at her.  "Bill never talks much about your mother.  Did she
smoke?"

   Melissa shrugged.  "Mom did.  So did Dad, actually.  I guess Mom quit
before I started kindergarten.  There are pictures in the family album.  In
some of them both Mom and Dad are smoking.  I guess they smoked until the
late 80's.  Dad never talks about it.  I suspect he and Mom finally quit
because they thought it was a bad example for me."

   "Based on the way you're smoking right now, young lady, your mom and dad
should've simply saved themselves the aggravation of quitting.  You're quite
the nicotine fiend, Melissa!"

   "Yeah, I know," the teen admitted.  "The first time I tried it, Katie, I
absolutely loved it.  My roommate Carla says I'm a natural, that she never
saw anyone take to smoking like I did.  For the longest time I wasn't at all
interested in trying it out.  The only reason I tried my first cigarette was
because Carla dared me to at a party with some friends this spring.  That was
in March.  She gave me my first cigarette.  I'd heard smoking makes you sick
the first time.  That didn't happen to me.  Before I was done with my first
cigarette I knew I wanted to keep smoking.  I had a couple with Carla that
night.  The next day I had a few more.  By the following weekend I was
smoking half a pack of cigarettes every day and loving it."

   "But where do you get your cigarettes?  After all you kids are underage."

   "Pretty girls who want cigarettes can always find ways," Melissa proudly
asserted.  "Carla knows a guy in town who sells `em to her.  A bunch of us
frequent his convenience store.  He looks the other way and doesn't card us.
We give him a shitload of business."  She winked.  "That doesn't surprise
you, I suppose?"

   "No," laughed Katie.  "When I was a kid things weren't so strict as now.
But my friends and I did the same thing when we were teenagers.  We found
places where we could sweet talk guys into selling us beer and cigarettes."

   "Times haven't changed," Melissa admitted.  "Us girls at Pemberton get
beer and cigarettes whenever we want."

   Katie crushed her cigarette in the ashtray.  She hated to admit it but she
liked smoking and she liked doing it with her stepdaughter.  It brought back
lots of memories.  In many ways Melissa was just like she was at that age:
Opportunistic and damn proud of it.

   "I should run to the store and buy myself a carton," she sighed.  "And get
some ashtrays.  I can't use your little ashtray all the time, now can I?  We
need ashtrays in the house if I'm going to smoke."

   "We should both smoke the same brand so Dad won't notice different butts
in the ashtrays," Melissa suggested.  "Are you comfortable smoking Marlboro
Lights 100's?"

   Katie smiled.  "Honey, I can smoke anything.  Menthol, non-menthol,
lights, full-flavor, 100's, even 120's.  It doesn't matter.  I've smoked `em
all.  So if you want to keep smoking these I'm fine with that."

   "Wow, that's great.  Gosh, Katie, this is going to work out really well."

   "Yeah, maybe it will," smiled the older woman.  But be careful, Melissa,
she thought to herself.  Watch your back.  Because when you least expect it
I'll be stabbing a knife in it!

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   Katie fulfilled her promise.  After returning from the store she put
ashtrays all over the house and began to smoke in earnest.  If she had
reservations they didn't show.  Several times that afternoon Melissa saw her
stepmom with a lit cigarette attending to things she was doing.  She was
delighted by Katie's instant and apparently enthusiastic compliance.  The
delightful smell of ambient tobacco smoke wafted its way throughout the
house, including upstairs, effectively masking the odor emanating from
Melissa's bedroom.  The teenager continued to smoke, too.  Smoking at home
was even better than at school, she discovered.  At school she and Carla
couldn't smoke openly in the dorm.  But now at home she smoked wherever and
whenever she wanted.  Except she knew that would stop when her father got
home that night.

   Bill Robertson arrived home after dinner.  He'd been in Europe on
business.  Immediately he noticed the smell and asked Katie about it.
Melissa overheard the first part of her explanation.  It was an award winning
performance.  Katie dramatically burst into tears when he asked.  She told
him she started smoking again after a terribly stressful week.  She begged
him not to be mad and appealed to his compassion.  It seemed to work like a
charm.  Melissa heard her dad say it was no big deal, that they'd talk about
it upstairs later.  How that discussion went Melissa didn't know.  But
whatever was said worked.  Katie continued to smoke the rest of the weekend.

   Melissa was glad to see her dad and vice versa.  He welcomed her with a
big hug.  She feared he'd notice a smoky smell on her clothes and hair.  If
he did he said nothing.  After Bill and Katie spent time alone upstairs in
their room the three of them gathered in the den to chat over coffee.  Katie
played to perfection the role of the backslid, dyed-in-the-wool smoker.  She
lit up and smoked continually while they talked.  Bill didn't seem to mind.
He even kidded Katie about it.  Melissa laughed along with him.  She was
eager to show that she didn't mind Katie smoking.

   That first weekend went well, better than she imagined.  Melissa was happy
to see her dad.  He traveled often so they were rarely together.  But she
loved his company.  Saturday they had lunch alone at a nice restaurant.  He
never mentioned Katie's new smoking habit and Melissa didn't ask.  Her
stepmother was smoking and that was all she needed to know.  One thing did
bother her.  Katie smoked all the time but of course she couldn't.  She
desperately wanted to.  The more Katie smoked the more Melissa's cravings
intensified.  She sneaked a few cigarettes in the sanctuary of her bedroom
early mornings and late at night.  But despite being genuinely glad to see
her father again she found herself eagerly looking forward to Monday morning.
She'd finally be able to smoke openly again once he left on another week-long
business trip.

   All weekend Katie looked very comfortable smoking.  That intrigued
Melissa.  Her initial motivation was to get some revenge against Katie for
being an unwanted interloper.  But she found herself hoping Katie was truly
enjoying being a relapsed smoker.  She resolved to talk to her about it
Monday morning after her dad left.

   Bill left before dawn on Monday.  Melissa purposely said goodbye Sunday
night.  She hated getting up early.  That morning she awoke at seven thirty.
She smiled a contented smile..  Ah, she knew what she wanted.  She'd been
looking forward to it.  She groaned happily while stretching sleepily in bed.
She did love her dad.  But she was glad to be in the clear!  In her skimpy
baby-doll nightgown she bounded out of bed and impatiently opened her top
dresser drawer.  She liberated her small glass ashtray, lighter and Marlboro
Lights 100's.  She laid the treasures on the bed beside her.  She pulled the
sheet and light blanket over her lithe body.  She sat up and leaned against
her pillow.  Slowly she took a cigarette from her pack.  Carefully she
positioned it between her lips.  Grinning, she clicked the lighter and lit
up.

   "Oh my God," she moaned happily, releasing a thin stream of smoke from her
mouth.  More than anything _this_ was what she wanted!  God, it'd be great
smoking all day every day!  She contentedly returned the burning cylinder to
her lips for another drag.  Without restrictions and no fears of reprisal,
she knew smoking cigarettes would quickly become part of her regular routine
at home!

   Finishing her first cigarette she immediately chained into a second.
She'd never smoked more than twenty in one day.  At Pemberton she managed
that only a few times.  By the end of the semester she averaged almost a pack
a day.  But she always wished she could smoke more.  Now at last she could;
she'd smoke to her heart's content!  She imagined herself lighting up all day
long as much as she wanted.  It excited her.  She giggled.  Without
hesitation her fingers disappeared under the covers.  She began stroking
herself.

   This was something seldom discussed openly at school.  But Melissa knew
all Pemberton girls masturbated.  At all girls' schools masturbation was the
only sexual relief available; unless you were willing to do the lesbian
thing.  Many girls in her dorm did satisfy sexual urges that way.  More than
a few times she was tempted to try it.  In the end, though, she was chicken.
She always stuck with old reliable; her fingers!

   Her burning cigarette remained perched between her lips.  She picked up
her tempo.  She puffed and rubbed harder with ever increasing intensity.
Again and again she pulled tobacco smoke deep into her lungs.  It felt really
good; but not nearly as good as the growing tingle between her legs.  It was
highly enjoyable doing it while smoking.

   The pretty teenager was accomplished at pleasing herself.  Soon she came,
hard.  Violent waves of pleasure emanated deep inside her tingling body and
successively rolled over her.  She moaned quietly while keeping the cigarette
in her mouth the whole time.  Ashes covered her sheet and covers.  But she
didn't care.  It was worth it.  God, she felt good!

   After a quick shower she appeared in the kitchen dressed in a tight tee
shirt and short shorts.  She felt satisfied by her sexual escapade.  She knew
she looked sexy in that outfit.  So she wore a big smile.  She also had a lit
cigarette in her fingers.  It was her third of the morning.

   "Good morning, Consuela," she greeted the housekeeper happily.

   The Mexican-American woman startled seeing the scantily dressed Melissa.
She laughed.  "Dios mio, Missy," she said forlornly, shaking her head.  "I do
not know which is harder to get used to:  Seeing how big your breasts are
growing inside that tight little shirt, or seeing you smoking a cigarette
first thing in the morning!"

   Melissa laughed gleefully.  "My boobs are getting big, aren't they?"  She
put her cigarette to her lips for a drag.  "As for smoking, you'll get used
to seeing me with a cigarette.  I plan to smoke all the time when Dad's not
here."  She turned to release a picture-perfect nostril and mouth exhale.

   The attractive but slightly pudgy Latino housekeeper sighed.  "Ah, you're
as bad as my Angelina was at your age," she said with no hint of disapproval.
"Angelina was 15 when she asked me to let her smoke.  Of course I said yes.
What else could I do?  I smoke so much myself.  I couldn't be a hypocrite and
deny my Angelina the same pleasure I get from cigarettes.  Sooner or later I
always knew the day would come when Angelina would want permission to smoke
like me.  So I wasn't surprised.  Even so, it was still strange to see her
smoke.  Angelina became a different person when she began smoking.  She
seemed so grown up and mature.  And she smoked constantly, everywhere.  My
little girl was like a beautiful tiny butterfly escaping from a cocoon.  Once
she had permission she wanted to smoke all the time.  So I let her and she
did.  It made Angelina seem so adult all of a sudden."  Consuela sighed and
directed a compassionate nod toward her young friend.  "Si, nicotine is
intoxicating, isn't it, Missy?  I understand, believe me.  Once you begin
there is no turning back."

   Melissa tapped an ash in a large ashtray on the counter.  "It's funny
Consuela," she reflected while manicuring her cigarette.  "A couple months
ago, back when I first began smoking with Carla, I never dreamed I'd want to
smoke all the time.  It just started as an experiment.  But pretty soon, oh
my God!  I don't know what happened."  She returned the cigarette to her lips
for another extended drag.  "Smoking cigarettes has become much more
important to me than I ever dreamed it would."

   Another voice spoke up behind her.  "Yeah, that's how it works.  Always!
Nobody intends to get obsessed with smoking.  But before you know it, baby,
it's got you, big time!"

   The teenager turned.  Her stepmother was at the kitchen door.  Katie also
had a lit cigarette.  "I see you're getting an early start this morning,
Melissa," she caustically commented.  She motioned with a sardonic grin at
the cigarette between the youngster's fingers.

   Melissa serenely smiled back and batted her eyes.  "Yeah, well, actually
this is my third one of the day," she answered smugly.  "I told you I was a
real smoker, Katie.  I wasn't kidding."

   "Yeah, obviously," the blond nodded while pouring herself a cup of coffee.
While holding her cigarette Katie poured the coffee from the pot into the
cup.  She effortlessly shifted the Marlboro from her fingers to her lips for
a quick drag and then back again into her hand, the entire time manipulating
the coffee pot.  The way she did it seemed second nature.

   "Katie, you seem to be adjusting well to smoking," Melissa wryly observed.
"It's not exactly a burden to you, is it?"

   Consuela left the kitchen to attend to chores.  As she did Katie smiled at
Melissa.  "No, honey, it's not a burden.  I smoked a long time before finally
quitting," she laughed, almost embarrassed.  "There's no half-way for me.  If
I smoke at all then I smoke all the way.  There's no holding me back.  I'm
sure you can tell."

   It was Melissa's turn to nod.  "Yep I can tell.  But are you still pissed?
I mean, are you mad I made you start?  I must say, Katie, you sure don't look
pissed!"

   Her stepmother took a deliberate sip of coffee.  She followed it with a
pensive drag on her Marlboro Light 100.  "No, I'm not pissed.  I should be
but I'm not.  It's actually a great relief to smoke again."  She tipped her
head to release a long stream of thick cigarette smoke from her bulbous lips.
"I _was_ mad.  Furious.  But as I got back into it, my anger evaporated.  I
like to smoke, see.  I'm sure you identify with that.  You may still be a
neophyte but I think you like to smoke as much as I do."

   Melissa grinned.  "I do love it," she admitted without reservation.  "And
I'm glad you're good with it.  I'm dying to know.  What did Daddy say?  Was
he mad?"

   Katie laughed as she crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray.  She
immediately shook out another from her pack and lit up again.  She looked
like a real addict.  "Your dad was surprised.  Let's leave it at that.  No, I
owe you an explanation.  He wasn't as mad as I thought.  He admitted he and
your mom smoked years ago.  So he wasn't as pissed as I feared.  Of course I
didn't really give him an option.  I told Bill it's how it is now.  And
that's true.  After smoking all day Friday I knew there was no going back.  I
enjoyed it too damn much.  So I'm a smoker again, Melissa.  You win, you
little bitch.  You must be delighted.  The funny thing is, I am, too."

   Melissa followed Katie's lead and got out another cigarette.  At school
she liked to chain-smoke with Carla.  Doing it with Katie was just as fun.
"Yeah, all weekend I looked forward to doing this today."  She let out a
lusty laugh and exhaled an initial cloud of smoke from her lips.  "At last I
can smoke in the house all day.  It's just what I wanted.  I appreciate you
doing it even if I didn't give you a choice."

   "Oh, I had a choice," Katie objected.  "I could've fought you.  I thought
about it.  I considered telling Bill exactly what happened and asking him to
punish you by forbidding you to smoke.  After all, you're only 16.  But the
more I smoked on Friday the less I wanted to make you pay for forcing me back
into my old habit.  I realized that I _want_ to smoke again!  To tell you the
truth I'm fuckin' glad to be a smoker again."  She flashed a guilty grin.
"Missy, I assume you're not shocked to hear your stepmother use the `f' word
occasionally?  That's the way I always talk when I'm around my friends.  I'm
not what you'd call a good influence that way."

   Melissa grinned back.  "Don't worry `bout that at all, Katie."  She
laughed irreverently.  "I don't fuckin' mind you using the `f' word as long
as you don't care if I talk exactly the same way.  Shit, I like to talk dirty
myself."

   Katie laughed.  "Great.  Damn, it looks like we understand one another
perfectly then.  You can talk dirty around me.  I don't fuckin' care.  In
fact I'll do the same.  So anyway, Missy, to answer your question, no, I
didn't rat on you.  I decided I'd rather have us get along.  I don't mind
giving you cover by smoking.  It's a win-win."  She took a lengthy hit.  "You
will keep your end of the bargain, though, won't you?  You won't deliver
those pictures to your dad?"

   Melissa watched her stepmother release a luxurious exhale through puckered
lips.  She was feeling increasingly comfortable with their arrangement.  And
God, Katie _did_ know how to smoke!  She looked like she was born to have a
cigarette in her fingers or her mouth.  She seemed totally at home with smoke
flowing through her attractive lips.  Her manner was sultry and seductive.
It made Melissa jealous and at the same time turned her on a little.

   "Hello!  Earth to Melissa!  Are you still with me?"

   "Oh yeah, about the pictures," she startled returning to reality.  "I said
I'd keep `em under wraps and I meant it."  She waited a moment before
continuing.  "You know, smoking with you is fun, Katie.  We might turn into
friends this summer after all.  I'm not kidding."  She manicured her
cigarette in the ashtray before taking another drag.  "One thing I liked at
school was smoking with girlfriends like my roommate Carla."  She exhaled up
towards the ceiling.  "Smoking with friends is great.  Don't you think?"

   "Oh, yes, I sure as hell do," Katie agreed, apparently sincere.  "I hope
we _can_ be friends, Missy.  You're a manipulative little bitch, but I
understand that," she smiled.  "I really do.  After all, I've been accused of
that myself.  So I think we'll get along just fine."  She reached out to
touch the teenager's hand.  "Thanks for making me smoke, Melissa dear," she
whispered while she stroked the teenager's fingers.  "I mean it.  Thank you
so much!"

   Melissa blushed.  "You're welcome," she answered timidly.  "I'm glad it
worked out.  Really, I am.  You seem much nicer now that you smoke, Katie.  I
mean it.  You seem like a real person all of a sudden."

   Katie went on still holding Melissa's hand.  "You and I can have fun this
summer.  For example, I hate shopping alone.  Your dad lets me shop as much
as I want.  But it's more fun to do with someone.  Now that I smoke again,"
she went on, pausing for a drag off her Marlboro Light 100 while tenderly
squeezing the youngster's fingers once more.  "Now that I smoke a lot of my
old friends may not relate to me the same.  I need a new smoking buddy, like
you, Missy."

   The youngster blushed.  Nervously she put her cigarette in her mouth and
sucked.  Taking a hard powerful hit she pulled smoke into her body.  Before
exhaling she heard herself giving Katie an answer that surprised her by its
sincerity.  "God, I'd like that, Katie," she quietly replied.  "I really
would."

   At that point Consuela returned to the kitchen.  Katie released Melissa's
hand after giving it a last squeeze.  The conversation turned to household
matters.  Katie had a meeting with a charitable foundation that afternoon.
She served on its board.  She instructed Consuela on how to serve tea and
sandwiches to her guests.  Melissa excused herself after finishing her
cigarette.  She felt flush and more than a little confused.

   She went to her room and closed the door.  What just happened?  She wasn't
sure.  Her hands were shaking.  She'd already smoked two cigarettes back to
back but she hurriedly lit up another.  Taking a prolonged first drag she
pulled the smoke as far as she could into her lungs.  The nicotine had its
anticipated relaxing effect.  Her tense frame settled down.  She sighed and
released a torrent of smoke over several consecutive breaths.

   Did Katie just come on to her again?  God, it sure seemed like it!  Her
smile and the way she touched her hand, the seductive way she talked; it all
seemed intended to convey more than ordinary camaraderie.  She raised her
cigarette to her lips again and sucked, reveling in the welcome relief
nicotine provided.  Maybe the incident Thursday night between Katie and her
alter-ego Carla wasn't due to Katie being drunk.  Perhaps Katie was actively
bi.  Maybe she was probing to see if her stepdaughter was interested.
"Damn," she muttered.  "I shouldn't have worn this tight, sexy little
outfit."  It never occurred to her she'd turn Katie on.  But it sure seemed
like she did!

   More troubling, though, was how she reacted to Katie's not-so-subtle come
on.  Far from disgusted she felt strangely intrigued by her stepmother's
beauty and smoky seductive manner.  It seemed repulsive when an inebriated
Katie fondled her breasts Thursday night.  But today, feeling her hand gently
touched by such a beautifully attractive fellow smoker - God, it was
completely different!  It was damn near enticing.  She was fascinated by the
bizarre prospect of something happening sexually between her and her smoking
stepmother.

   Her stepmother!  Melissa repeated the word as she drew on her cigarette.
Oh God!  What in hell was she thinking?  This woman slept in the same bed
with her dad!  She couldn't fool around with Katie.  Could she?  She'd been
tempted to have sex with girls at Pemberton before.  She had many close
encounters but never actually did anything about those wanton feelings at
school.  But now -.

   At Pemberton there was this one girl in particular in her dorm.  Her name
was Andrea.  Andrea was a fellow smoker.  She and Andrea often smoked
together behind the dorm at night.  Her heart raced every time she saw Andrea
smoke.  There was something about her.  Andrea looked oh-so-seductive with a
long white cigarette in her hand or in her pretty mouth.  She seemed well
aware of the impact she had on her.  Andrea dropped little hints about them
fooling around.  But she'd been chicken to show she even knew what her
gorgeous friend was suggesting.  Several times she followed up her late night
smoking times with Andrea by happily pleasuring herself under the covers in
bed while imagining herself entwined around her beautiful friend.

   God, could she do it?  Could she make love to a girl?  Yes, she could; she
felt sure!  The question was, did she really want to do it with Katie?  And
was that what Katie was proposing?  Or was she simply letting her imagination
run wild?  Melissa didn't know.  Unsure of how she felt and uncertain what to
do about it she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray on the table and right
away lit up another.

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   Katie simultaneously withdrew to her room after the encounter with
Melissa.  She was pleased with the exchange.  If her private investigator
couldn't get any dirt on Melissa or Consuela to blunt her stepdaughter's
threats, she needed another way to solve the problem.  Seducing Melissa was
the first thing that occurred to her wickedly devious mind.  At first Katie
didn't think it'd work.  But now she wasn't so sure.  Melissa was definitely
all aflutter from the moment she first touched her.  She didn't pull back.
The blood rushing to her face was all Katie needed to see.  That poor teenage
girl was ripe for the picking.  And pick her she would!

   Katie lit up another cigarette.  She was damn glad to be smoking; that she
had to admit.  The wonderful feeling of pulling smoke into her chest again
was marvelous, too marvelous for words.  She always liked smoking as a
teenager, in college and afterwards.  Coming back to it was fantastic, better
than she dreamed.  Melissa did her a big favor in that regard.  Best of all,
Bill hadn't reacted badly.  In fact he seemed mesmerized because it made her
even more of a bad girl which always turned him on.  She contentedly dragged
on her fresh Marlboro Light 100.  The sex she and Bill had Friday night and
again Saturday was the best in ages.  Bill liked her being a bad girl and she
liked being one for him, almost as much as she liked smoking itself.

   Now she had a backup plan to get counter-revenge against Melissa.  She
would seduce the naïve teenager before she knew what hit her.  After seeing
her reaction to her advance she knew it was just a matter of time.  The cute
kid was horny as hell.  If they did it together her damn stepdaughter
wouldn't dare show the pictures to Bill.  No way.  Melissa wouldn't have the
guts to risk Katie taking her down with her.  In the meantime, she snickered,
it might be fun.

   Katie loved sex with women.  She always had.  She continued to secretly
sustain her lesbian sexual indulgences even after marrying Bill.  Despite
what she told Melissa she'd cheated on him many times since the wedding,
usually with girls.  An old boyfriend once accused her of being a
nymphomaniac.  She had to admit she probably was.  Katie wanted sex all the
time; male or female; it didn't matter as long as she got it.  With Bill out
of town she simply had to get it somewhere else.  So get it she did though a
network of lesbian and bisexual friends and acquaintances.  The younger the
girls the better she liked it.  Her frequent absences from the house weren't
only for shopping trips.  There was one rendezvous after another with female
as well as male lovers.  And now there was the prospect of adding her
stepdaughter to the mix.

   She smiled wantonly.  Melissa was damn cute.  Her young breasts were firm
and her sweet body rock hard.  She sighed.  The lovely teen girl would be
fuckin' great in bed!  Maybe it would turn into more than just blackmail.
Maybe she could keep fucking Bill on the weekends and do his pretty little
daughter the rest of the week!  She let out a deep throaty laugh while
contemplating that deliciously perverse scenario.  It was too fuckin'
scrumptious for words!  She happily lit up another cigarette.  She imagined
Melissa's eager, taut, naked young body writhing alongside hers in bed.
Leaving the cigarette in her lips Katie moved her hand inside her skirt.  She
moaned as she began the process of pleasuring herself while dreaming of
fucking lovely little Melissa.

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   Very soon Melissa settled into a comfortable smoking routine.  She imposed
on Consuela to buy her a carton of Marlboro Lights 100's and proudly
displayed it on the dresser in her room.  Seeing it sitting there seemed like
a significant victory.  She was now officially and publicly a smoker!  A
large ashtray prominently sat on her bedside table.  Another one was on the
desk by her computer.  Both ashtrays were full of butts.  She loved seeing
them full.  She felt happy and, as a result of her increased cigarette
consumption, satisfied.  For the first time since she began smoking she never
once had an unsatisfied urge to light up.

   The rest of Monday morning she worked on her Latin independent study.  She
called a couple old friends to see if they could get together.  She still had
a few girlfriends at the local school.  But Pemberton let out early.  Her old
buddies weren't available.  She wanted to see someone.  She was eager to
share news of her smoking.  She hoped at least some of her old friends had
experienced similar transformations.  At the very least she hoped they
wouldn't be put off by her being a smoker.

   By lunchtime she was sick of schoolwork.  She was also tired and bored.
She went downstairs to see Consuela.  Her housekeeper was fixing a lunch of
fresh fruit and cottage cheese.  The sweet scent of baking blueberry muffins
filled the kitchen.  She sighed as she sat down.  She was still wearing the
same tight tee-shirt and short shorts.

   "Como estas?" she asked her.  "How are you doing this morning, Consuela?"

   "Ah, muy bien," replied the Mexican-American woman.  "Y tu?"

   "Not so great," Melissa mumbled unhappily.  "I'm bored."

   "Ah, but it is your vacation, Missy.  You are free to do whatever you
want."  She smiled knowingly.  "And now you are also free to smoke.  Doesn't
this make you happy?  It should!"

   "Yeah," Melissa agreed.  "It does.  But all my old friends are still in
school.  I want to see somebody, hang out and do something, like maybe go to
a movie."

   Consuela smiled.  "Why don't you call my Angelina?  She is a waitress
these days.  She is off Mondays.  I'm sure Angelina would be happy to go to a
movie or hang out as you call it."

   Melissa brightened.  "Great idea."  Consuela put before her a plate of
fruit, cottage cheese and a fresh baked muffin.  "I really like Angelina.
But you don't think she'll mind hanging out with a high school girl?"

   The older woman laughed.  "Of course not.  Angelina likes you, Missy.  She
always has.  And you smoke now.  That makes it better.  All my daughter's
friends smoke."  Again she eyed Melissa's outfit.  "Your body is becoming
very grown-up, Missy.  You do not look like a high school girl.  You will fit
right in with Angelina's other friends; except, of course, that you are not
Latino."

   Melissa gave Consuela a self-conscious grin.  She chewed her delicious
muffin.  "Thanks for the compliment.  I worry about that.  I don't think any
of my old girlfriends here are smokers.  If they do smoke I never knew.  Lots
of kids are anti-smoking.  So my being a smoker might change things with my
old friends.  I don't know what'll happen now that I'm back.  I don't want to
hide my smoking from my old friends.  But I don't want them to hate me
because of it, either."

   "Ah, I know what you mean," Consuela sagely assented.  "People are so
sensitive about many things these days.  But you see, Missy, if someone is
offended by you smoking, that person isn't really your friend.  True friends
love you for who you are, not because of what you do or don't do.  You're the
same person as before.  The fact that you smoke?  It means nothing.  Nada."

   Melissa grinned.  "God, Consuela, you're right.  If my friends have a
problem with me smoking then screw `em.  People who really care about me
won't care if I smoke."  She stuffed a last bite of muffin in her mouth.
"Hey," she went on with her mouth full.  "Will you sit down and have a
cigarette with me?"

   The housekeeper hesitated so Melissa began to plead.  "Please," she
whined.  "Pretty please?  I know you feel uncomfortable smoking on the job.
But no one cares now.  So do it anyway as a special favor to me.  After I
finish eating I love to smoke.  I want a cigarette right now and I'm tired of
smoking alone.  I've done that all morning.  Please?"

   Consuela sighed.  She took a pack of Newport 100's from her uniform's vest
pocket.  "Okay.  But just one.  I have many things to do for Missus
Robertson's meeting this afternoon."

   Melissa watched her old friend light up a long cork-filtered Newport.
Though she was a bit pudgy Consuela was still very attractive.  Her cheeks
hollowed hard during a long first drag on the cigarette.  This was a woman
who'd unmistakably smoked for years and still loved every part of the smoking
experience.  Consuela inhaled a large deposit of smoke into her lungs.  Her
black eyes sparkled as she looked at her young friend.

   "Ah, this is a special treat for me, Missy," she sighed with a big smile.
She tipped her head to release a dense stream of mentholated smoke.  "As
along as I've worked here I've only been allowed to smoke in the basement.
Then Missus Katie prohibited me from smoking even there."  She took another
lingering drag.  "You and Missus Katie both smoke in the house.  But I still
feel awkward."  She exhaled again.  "I am never sure when something I do will
upset her."

   Melissa realized she left her cigarettes upstairs.  She looked impishly at
her housekeeper.  "Hey Consuela?  Mine are in my bedroom.  Can I have one of
yours?  Please?"

   Consuela pushed the blue and white Newport 100s soft pack across the
table.  "Of course, chica.  But my cigarettes are menthol.  And they are
stronger than the ones you smoke."

   Melissa inspected the cork-tipped cylinder as she removed it from the
pack.  "I don't mind," she said unconcerned.  "It's good to be flexible.
Don't you think?"  She borrowed Consuela's lighter and quickly lit up the
Newport 100.

   The youngster had never before smoked menthols.  It was also her first
time trying a full flavor brand.  She took her usual powerful first hit and
sucked the smoke into her chest.  The coolness of the mentholated smoke
forcefully hit her throat and her lungs.  "Ooh," she gasped.  "These really
are different!"

   Consuela watched the teenager exhale a lusty stream into the air and
smiled.  "I told you!  These are muy bien, Missy.  The menthol has a nice,
cool taste and feeling.  Don't you think?"

   Melissa took another drag and sucked deep inside.  "Wow," she said with a
smile, refusing to exhale right away.  "God, these are nice!  They are
stronger than my Marlboros."  She began to exhale.  "I wonder why Carla
didn't smoke a stronger brand like this.  She's the one who introduced me to
Marlboros Lights.  They're okay, but oh my God!  These Newports are
stupendous!"  She returned the cork-tipped cigarette to her lips once more.

   Consuela shrugged.  "Some people do not like menthol."  She said it as if
for the life of her she couldn't understand.  "I love the taste.  It is much
better in my opinion."  She smiled.  "It looks like you agree with me,
Missy."

   "God, I don't know," the youngster hesitated.  "I mean, oh my Gosh.  I
have a whole carton of Marlboro Lights 100's in my room.  I love them.  But
there's just something about this menthol."  She looked at the burning
cigarette in her fingers and grinned.  "It tingles every time I inhale the
smoke.  I like it how it feels.  I think I like menthol."

   Consuela shrugged.  "You must decide what your prefer, chica.  If you give
me money I can buy you more of whatever brand you choose.  You don't have to
finish the Marlboros.  I'm sure your stepmother will do it for you very
quickly at the rate she's going."

   "No, you don't understand, Consuela," Melissa broke in.  "Katie and I need
to smoke the same brand.  Otherwise Dad might notice the different butts in
the ashtrays.  He'd know two different people are smoking around here."

   Consuela thoughtfully drew on her Newport.  "I can start smoking here in
the house," she offered.  "As long as you smoke my brand your habit can stay
a secret.  Do you want me to get you some Newport 100s on my way in tomorrow
morning?"

   "Yeah, maybe.  God, I like the Marlboro Lights.  But I might decide I
prefer to be a menthol girl like you, Consuela."  She hit again on the
Newport.  "These are really nice!"

   "I think the menthol flavor isn't the only reason you prefer mine,"
Consuela interjected.  "The Marlboros you smoke are lights.  My Newports
aren't.  My cigarettes are full strength.  They're much stronger than yours.
But that's good, Missy, because it means we get more nicotine.  And it's the
nicotine that provides all the satisfaction we get from smoking.  When you
first learn to smoke lights are fine.  But in awhile many smokers prefer
having stronger cigarettes.  The stronger the cigarette, the more nicotine;
and the more nicotine the better!  Angelina and her cousin Maria now both
smoke full flavor Newport 100s.  When Angelina started I bought her Newport
Lights 100's.  They were easier for a new smoker.  Soon, however, she
graduated to the real Newports, the same ones I smoke."  Following a final,
powerful hit on her shrinking cigarette Consuela extinguished it in the
ashtray.  "Ah, that was very pleasant," she sighed gratefully while exhaling
a thick cloud of smoke.

   Melissa nodded.  "I understand.  I like the full flavor menthols.  I think
I'd like to smoke your brand instead of Marlboro Lights.  I like your Newport
100s better.  They're good."  The teenager took a last drag and crushed her
cigarette in the ashtray as well.  "I'll give you some money to buy me
another carton," she smiled while exhaling.  "You can bring it in tomorrow."

   Consuela stood up.  "Muy bien.  Now, Missy, go call Angelina.  I know
she'd love to go to a movie with you.  You don't want to be here when Missus
Katie has her friends over.  They are big money, fancy, stuffed shirts.  Go,
mi amiga.  Go!"

   Melissa laughed.  "Consuela, I love you."  She gave the pudgy older woman
a hug.  "I'll call Angelina and see if she wants to spend the afternoon with
me.  Thanks for the suggestion."

   Consuela grinned.  "It is my pleasure, Missy."  And so Melissa went.

   Melissa and Angelina had a good time.  They went for coffee and sat
outdoors.  And they smoked.  They then went to the multiplex to see an airy
romantic comedy.  As she drove home Melissa felt good.  It was _so_ nice to
have a friend who was a smoker!  Angelina smoked all the time.  Melissa
actually had trouble keeping up with the older Latino girl.  Angelina smoked
Newport 100's and smoked `em non-stop.  Melissa casually mentioned she liked
Newports and told her Consuela let her try one earlier.  Angelina insisted on
sharing hers with her younger friend.  Like before the Newport 100s tasted
divine.  Melissa knew she simply had to switch to Consuela's and Angelina's
full flavor menthol brand.  After all, she smoked because she liked the
pleasure cigarettes gave her.  If this brand delivered more pleasure, then
why shouldn't she?

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