The Stepmother, Part 4

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THE STEPMOTHER

4.	Revenge is Sweet - For Katie.

   Melissa came home from her afternoon with Angelina after five.  Katie's
board meeting appeared to have ended.  She didn't see any cars parked in
front of the mansion.  She parked in the multi-car garage but walked around
outside toward the front door.  She purposely didn't smoke.  She wouldn't
push her luck.  After all, she didn't know who might still be there or what
they'd think if they saw a teenage girl with a cigarette!

   She wandered into the kitchen where she expected to find Consuela.  The
kitchen was spotless but empty.  The housekeeper was nowhere to be found.
She called out expecting an answer.  Nothing.  She frowned.  Consuela always
stayed till at least six and often much later.

   "Looking for Consuela?"

   Melissa turned.  In the doorway stood Katie.  She had on a tight, short,
low-cut, floral print dress.  Her blond hair was arranged flawlessly on top
of her head.  She looked gorgeous and held a lit all white cigarette between
her long, slender fingers.

   "I sent Consuela home early," Katie said with a smile.  "She did a nice
job this afternoon.  The food was great and the service even better."  Katie
raised the cigarette to her lips.  She took a deliberate drag.  "So I let her
go before time.  I figured you and I could eat leftovers from my tea this
afternoon.  Consuela made delicious little croissant chicken sandwiches if
you're interested."

   Melissa felt inexplicably nervous.  She swallowed hard.  "Yeah, sure.
That's fine."  Somehow he sensed there was something more to come.  Katie
didn't disappoint her.

   "I thought we'd spend time together tonight, you and I," the blond woman
said casually as she sauntered into the room.  Melissa watched Katie
absent-mindedly de-ash her cigarette in one of the large cut glass ashtrays
on the kitchen counters.  "Like I said, Missy, we can become good friends if
we work at it a little."  She smiled serenely, took another drag and looked
deep into Melissa's eyes.  "I mean, now that I smoke again we do have in
common the same filthy little nicotine habit, now don't we?"

   "Yep, we sure do," Melissa timidly replied.  "I'm really happy you enjoy
being a smoker, Katie."  She gulped.  Something was going on.

   Katie laughed.  "Enjoy it?"  She tipped her head to release an extended
smoky exhale from her mouth.  "Oh my God, Melissa!  I absolutely adore it!"
She offered the teenager her half-smoked cigarette.  "Here.  Want a drag?"

   Melissa fidgeted.  "Uh, no thanks.  I've got my own in my purse."

   Katie giggled again.  "Now, now, Melissa.  Don't play coy.  I see how you
watch me smoke this cigarette.  You look like a girl who needs more nicotine
and needs it right now.  Am I right, or am I right?"

   "Yeah, well, if I'm with someone who's smoking it always makes me want to
smoke, too," Melissa admitted slowly.  She opened her purse.  "So I guess
I'll light up," she added, taking out her pack of Marlboro Lights 100s.

   "Ah, good girl," Katie nodded encouragingly.  "Let's go sit in the great
room, honey.  I love having some company while I smoke.  After being with
non-smokers all afternoon I'm definitely in the mood to smoke seriously for a
long while.  I hope you don't mind."

   They retreated to the great room.  Each chair now had beside it a large
clean ashtray.  Consuela tidied up the room before Katie's meeting.  Katie
lazily flopped herself onto a large overstuffed sofa, tapped some ashes into
a spotless ashtray on the table and smiled at Melissa.

   "God, Missy!  I'm glad tonight we can be alone."  She sighed and took a
drag off her cigarette.  "It's just like in high school.  I used to get
together with my girlfriends to smoke and talk about sex all night.  It was
the best."  She giggled like she was drunk.  "Back when I was in high school
it was hard to get booze.  But tonight, Missy dear, you and I can have a
drink."  She put her cigarette in her mouth and stood.  "Let's have some
wine.  I'd really like a glass."  She waited for the teenager's answer.
"What do you say?  You game?"

   Melissa shrugged.  "Okay, yeah sure.  I'd love a glass of wine."  She
smiled sweetly.

   She sensed Katie was putting moves on her.  Her stepmother was dressed to
kill.  She was being super nice and offering her alcohol.  It didn't take a
genius to figure out she was up to something.  But Melissa wasn't put off.
Despite her better judgment she sort of hoped this might happen.  She was
almost looking forward to it after their brief encounter that morning.
Something about pretty blond Katie's sultry sexuality intrigued the 16 year
old and made her feel incredibly horny.

   Katie soon returned to the great room from the pantry.  Her cigarette
still dangled from her cherry red lips.  She had two large glasses of red
wine, one in each hand.  Graciously she handed one to Melissa and sat down on
the couch with the other.  She removed the cigarette from her mouth after a
fierce hit.  "I don't know if you're much of a drinker," she said while
forcefully exhaling.  She delicately sipped from her glass.  "I love a glass
of good wine, though.  It always loosens me up.  You know?"

   Melissa nodded gingerly.  "Yeah, I like having a drink.  Carla and I
sometimes drink at school.  We're not supposed to have alcohol in the dorm.
But everyone does.  Mostly its beer but occasionally someone sneaks in a
bottle of wine.  I like it."

   "Yeah, me too," Katie eagerly agreed.  She took another sip.  "I don't
suppose your dad cares if you have wine?"

   "He doesn't mind.  He lets me have wine here at home.  He might be mad if
I went out drinking with friends.  But Dad's pretty liberal.  He'd say
developing a taste for good wine is part of being cultured."

   "And you're a very cultured young lady."  Katie crushed her cigarette in
the ashtray.  Without pausing she took another Marlboro from her pack and lit
it up.  "God, I'm smoking too much," she laughed self-consciously with no
hint of regret.  "In the old days I polished off a pack and a half a day.  I
thought I might be better now.  But it doesn't look like that's gonna happen.
Before today's over I suspect I'll smoke way over a pack."  She raised the
cigarette to her lips and double-pumped.  "You didn't mean to but you did me
a favor by making me start smoking again."  She closed her mouth and released
a voluminous nostril exhale.

   "I'm glad," Melissa sincerely answered.  She readied another cigarette for
herself.  She felt comfortable and was curious if Katie would do anything
other than jabber away all night.  She lit up.  "You're a real role model
when it comes to smoking, Katie.  You smoke with such flair!  Smoking makes
you look sophisticated, classy, refined.  I mean that as a compliment.  I
wish I looked like you when I smoke!"

   Katie laughed.  "Thanks, Missy.  It comes from lots of practice over the
years.  But honest, you already have a wonderful natural style of your own.
You're an amazingly beautiful young lady.  Smoking a cigarette only adds to
your charm in my opinion.  I really mean it!"

   Melissa smiled.  Every sip of wine made her inhibitions fade.  She
manicured her cigarette in the ashtray and smiled sweetly at her lovely
stepmother.  She decided to send Katie a clearer signal about her willingness
to play this little game.  "I know I'll learn a lot from you this summer,
Katie.  There's so much I haven't experienced.  For example I bet you can
teach me a lot about sex."

   Katie startled but quickly recovered.  "Missy, it's funny you should say
that.  I'd love to take you under my wing.  Seriously, darling.  A beautiful
girl like you will have endless opportunities when it comes to sex.  I bet
you're not a virgin; are you?  God, you're far too much a woman of the world
for that!"

   Finally their discussion was headed somewhere!  "I've fooled around,"
Melissa admitted.  "But I could use more experience."  She paused to hit on
her cigarette.  "At Pemberton we don't see many boys.  Most girls in my dorm
experiment with each other.  But I've always been afraid to.  I don't know
what to do.  Sometimes I almost wish someone would just show me."

   Katie's eyes sparkled.  The warmth of her gaze rested on Melissa's
breasts.  "God, I know _just_ how you feel," she purred.  "At your age I
played around with my girlfriends.  I shouldn't admit this, but it was
extremely satisfying.  In high school I used to sleep over with my girlfriend
Tina.  Tina also smoked, which was why we hung out.  Tina taught me how to
pleasure myself.  God, it was so nice!  One thing led to another and pretty
soon Tina and I were fucking all the time.  No one knew sex was part of our
friendship.  My mom used to worry about me fucking boys.  She never knew Tina
and I were doing it."  She giggled and sipped her wine.  "It was a good way
to experiment with sex while avoiding the criticism aimed at girls who sleep
around."  She batted her eyes.  "You say you have those opportunities at
Pemberton?"

   "Yeah, of course, but no one wants to look inexperienced," Melissa
countered.  She tried to sound sincere.  She surprised herself by what she
said next.  "God, I wish someone could just show me!  I'd really love to
learn all the things you're talking about, Katie."

   Katie frowned.  "You're not just teasing?  You're not trying to trick me
again, are you, Missy?  I know I shouldn't have come on to you the other
night.  I thought you were one of those slutty Mexican girls.  So you're not
just trying to compromise me again, are you?"

   Melissa smiled her most winsome smile.  "Look, Katie, you like girls.  You
told me Thursday night.  Come on.  You want me.  Don't pretend to be shocked.
I sensed it the very first time you looked at me.  In one instant you
carefully, methodically scrutinized my face, my breasts, my waist and my
hips.  It was no theoretical curiosity.  You like how I looked.  I know what
you want.  I bet you've fooled around on the side a lot since the wedding."

   "Oh, no," Katie began to protest.  "I've been faithful to Bill."

   "Bullshit, Katie," Melissa said with a knowing grin.  "You don't have to
lie to me.  Not anymore.  I understand.  Look, I'm a lot like you.  I want
what I want when I want it.  You called me a manipulative little bitch.
You're right, I am.  I'm a spoiled rich girl who hates people telling me
`no.'  I wanted to smoke at Pemberton so I forged Dad's signature on a letter
giving his permission.  Thank God they bought it!  I wanted to smoke here so
I forced you to give me cover by returning to smoking yourself.  Believe me,
I know how to get what I want.  I know that you're the same way.  Look, you
want to fuck me.  Right?  And the truth is I want you to, too."

   Katie was dazed.  "God damn, Missy!  You _are_ a surprising young lady!  I
admit, I _seriously_ underestimated you!"

   "Most people do.  It's because I look so sweet and innocent.  But trust
me, I'm not.  Not at all.  If I want something I go after it and I get it.
Last Thursday night I didn't want you to come on to me; not at first.  But
now, well, now things are different, Katie.  We're smoking buddies.  We
understand each other better.  So I'm intrigued that you want into my
panties."  She stopped to drag on her cigarette.  "Ever since coming home
I've been horny as hell.  I suspect my smoking out in the open has
contributed to it.  I feel like a really bad girl these days.  By smoking I'm
getting away with something I'm not supposed to.  To be honest, I love being
bad.  And you, Katie, you're already as bad as I want to be.  So I intend to
learn from you.  We can help each other in many ways this summer.  But for
now I want sex.  I want to learn, to expand myself sexually.  And you're just
the person to help me."  She smiled lasciviously.  "So, what do you think,
dear?"

   Katie shook her head in disbelief.  "My God, I admit I don't know what to
say.  I'm flabbergasted.  But if you want sex, honey, I'm definitely your
girl!  My libido runs in high gear all the time.  I love sex.  It doesn't
matter with who, either.  I admit it, I'm a true nymphomaniac.  It doesn't
mean I don't love your dad; I do.  But Bill can't meet all my sexual needs.
No one can.  Bill doesn't understand and I haven't told him.  I figure what
he doesn't know won't hurt him.  Most men are too damn possessive anyway."
She paused to crush out her cigarette.  "If you're not serious, Missy, I'll
deny we ever had this discussion.  But if you are, well, we should give it a
try.  One thing I know.  Once your wicked stepmother teaches you how to eat
pussy you'll never give me any more shit.  Never.  You won't want your father
to know you slept with me.  Am I right?"

   Melissa paused.  "Yeah," she sighed.  "If we do it I give up my leverage
from the pictures Thursday night.  But what the hell?  Who the fuck cares?
Dad has lots of money.  I don't care if you get your share.  There's plenty
left for me.  In the meantime I want what I want.  You're fuckin' beautiful,
Katie.  Teach me everything you know.  And I mean everything!"

   The blond impetuously patted the seat on the sofa beside her.  "Then come
right over here and sit down with me, Missy, you beautiful thing!  I
purposely sent Consuela home early because I hoped I could seduce you
tonight.  But I never dreamed you'd be such a willing victim!"

   The teenager sat beside Katie on the love seat.  "Not a victim, Katie.  A
student.  I'm tired of playing with myself.  I want more.  And I know you can
give it to me."

   "Oh, don't worry, honey.  I can and I will," Katie sighed.  She rested her
hand on Melissa's thigh and ran her fingers up and down the teenager's leg.
"I most definitely will!"

   Slowly she massaged Melissa's thighs.  The teenager quivered with
excitement.  The fear she used to feel imagining herself with her friend
Andrea at school disappeared in the heat of the moment.  She moaned.  She was
heading down the path and consequences be damned!

   "Touch, imagination and anticipation are the most potent sexual tools,"
Katie whispered in her left ear.  "Slow is good.  You can be bursting with
desire inside.  But it's important to take it slow.  Men never understand,
but we women do.  You will forever remember tonight, Melissa Robertson.
Imagine for a moment how good it's going to feel.  Then imagine it being ten
times better.  Because that's what you'll experience with me tonight, baby!"

   The excited teenager trembled with anticipation.  "Oh my God," she gasped,
licking her lips.  "Katei, I fuckin' love it when you call me `baby.'  Do it
again!"

   Katie laughed while continuing to stroke her stepdaughter's thigh.
"Certainly, baby doll.  Oh, you're already such a delightfully bad girl,
Missy.  But if you want to learn to be truly wicked, then you've certainly
come to the right place!"

   Katie's confident self-assurance was a powerful aphrodisiac.  Katie's
hands moved onto her inner thigh.  The touch of her stepmother's fingers was
electric.  Melissa moaned again.  Fuck!  She _was_ bursting with desire.  She
wanted it, whatever it was.  She _had_ to have it!

   Little by little Katie increased her tempo rubbing Melissa's thighs.  Her
own yearning increased along with her student's.  She leaned in to kiss
Melissa gently and lightly on the left cheek.  The youngster instinctively
turned towards her.  Their lips met.  Melissa tried to push her mouth against
Katie's but her stepmother refused her, shaking her head `no' and continuing
to touch her lips only lightly.  Melissa's pussy grew wetter by the second.
The sense of anticipation was excruciating.  Katie was right.  The
expectation drove her crazy.  Her panties were damp.  She put her arm around
Katie, resting her hand on her naked shoulder since Katie had on a sleeveless
dress.  She began to caress her stepmother's skin with eager fingers.

   "Very good, Melissa.  Oh God!  Isn't this nice?  Shit, you're such a
beautiful girl.  I love the touch of your skin and the roundness of your big
beautiful tits.  God, I can't wait to make love to you.  It'll be wonderful,
the most wonderful thing in the world, baby."  With those words Katie finally
locked her lips on Melissa's.  They kissed.  She felt Katie's tongue enter
her mouth.  She closed her eyes and her passion intensified.  Katie's breath
smelled strongly of stale tobacco smoke.  Far from repugnant the taste and
smell were heavenly.  With her eyes closed she felt Katie's fingers begin to
work on her breasts.  She shivered with delight.  God, it felt so fuckin'
good!  She moaned, but her mouth was locked onto her stepmother's.  For a
moment she thought she'd come right then and there.

   Katie was unbuttoning Melissa's blouse.  "God, girl, you have such big
round titties," she groaned hungrily.  "And your nipples are so hard, baby.
Damn, it's because you want me, isn't it?"  She let out a wanton laugh.  In a
flash the blouse was entirely unbuttoned.  Katie began unhooking the
teenager's bra.  Her stepmother was right.  Her nipples _were_ hard.  She
wanted them to be touched and manipulated so bad!

   Suddenly her breasts were free.  Katie buried her head in Melissa's chest.
She kissed and licked her taut nipples.  Melissa cried out with pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes," she whispered breathlessly.  She was like putty in a master's
hands.  She wanted to be touched however Katie desired.  She wrapped her
hands around Katie's head and pulled her wildly against her chest.  "Oh,
fuck," she moaned.  "Take me, I want you to take me!"

   Then Katie stopped.  She looked into Melissa's eager eyes and grinned
wickedly.  "It's time for a little cigarette break," the older woman
whispered.  With that she reached for her pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and
inserted one of the cigarettes into her mouth.

   "What?  But why?" Melissa objected.

   Katie clicked her lighter and fired it up.  "Back when Tina and I did this
we always smoked when we had sex; always.  It makes the whole thing better."
She took a long, magnificent drag on her cigarette and pulled smoke into her
chest.  "Give me your mouth," came the command.  Melissa obeyed and her
stepmother exhaled a chest full of smoke into the teenager's waiting lips.
Melissa immediately sucked it inside her lungs.  It felt wonderful!

   "Oh yeah, baby!  Isn't _that_ fuckin' nice?" Katie asked rhetorically.
She was clearly pleased to see her comrade hold the transferred smoke inside
her own lungs.

   Melissa nodded.  The transferred smoke _did_ taste good.  Coming from
Katie's lips somehow made it taste better.  She tipped her head to exhale the
smoke her stepmother just fed her.  She giggled.  "God, that was weird," she
said, rolling her eyes.  "But it was cool!"

   "Sharing smoke during sex is the best," Katie whispered as if sharing a
delicious secret.  "It's what I missed most when I quit.  For me the nicotine
buzz I get from smoking a cigarette, especially if I smoke it really hard,
only accentuates the excitement of touching my lover."  She took another
drag.  "I love sharing smoke back and forth."  She moved her mouth against
Melissa's once more.

   This time Melissa was ready.  She accepted the smoke and pulled it deep
inside.  All the while Katie tenderly played with her exposed nipples.
Before exhaling Melissa wiggled her fingers.  Katie understood.  She gave
Melissa the cigarette and the youngster took a long drag of her own.  Melissa
filled her lungs to the brim with inhaled smoke.  Leaning toward Katie she
returned the favor by pouring a voluminous amount of smoke in her
stepmother's greedy mouth.

   Katie giggled as Melissa smiled.  The teenager was clearly delighted.  It
pleased Katie.  "Now you get the idea," she laughed wickedly while still
holding the transmitted smoke in her chest.  She forcefully pulled on her
young companion's head and forced the smoke back into the teen's parted lips.
Katie smiled broadly.  "Melissa, if you think this is wicked wait till you
see all the other things I can do with smoke while we fuck."

   Melissa was now super-excited.  She hit on the cigarette and leaned close
once more.  This time she locked her lips onto Katie's.  They kissed
passionately for several seconds while smoke seeped from their mouths and
nostrils throughout the lengthy embrace.  Katie was right.  This was really
cool!

   Katie's right hand was now on her thigh.  Deftly, expertly, the older
woman ran her fingers up and down Melissa's leg, each time moving closer and
closer to her crotch.  She looked into Melissa's eyes and saw hunger.  The
teenager didn't want Katie to stop.  And Katie wasn't about to.

   "Now Missy, tell me you want me to make love to you," she whispered
urgently.  "Tell me you want it, and that you want it real fuckin' bad."

   "Oh, God, I _do_ want it," Melissa moaned.  "Damn, I am _so_ wet, Katie!
I can't wait!"

   Katie dragged again on the shrinking cigarette.  "And I want you, too,
baby," she assured her.  Smoke erupted from her lips.  "I've wanted you for
such a long time.  I wanted you the moment I first saw you.  You're so
goddamn beautiful, baby!  Really, Missy darling, you're just fuckin'
perfect!"  She pressed her mouth against hers and pushed her hand against the
teenager's crotch.  She felt the dampness through Melissa's pants.  Katie
sighed happily.  Yeah, the kid was ready all right.  This was going to be
good!

   Katie took another drag and put her cigarette in the ashtray for a moment.
Tenderly she kissed Melissa's neck.  Smoke seeped from her mouth and nostrils
as her lips and tongue caressed the girl's skin.  She worked her hands inside
Melissa's unbuttoned shirt where she found her breasts again.  She put her
hands around them and affectionately began fondling the teen's taut round
tits.  Melissa's nipples were firm and she squealed with delight as Katie
expertly manipulated them.

   "Oh God, Katie, it's driving me fuckin' crazy," she moaned impatiently.
Lunging toward her face Melissa locked her mouth on the older woman's for
another long, passionate kiss.  "I'm gonna come," she groaned gasping for
breath.  "It won't wait, damn it.  I'm gonna come!"

   Katie laughed.  "God, baby!  You _are_ horny, aren't you, my slutty little
sweetheart?"  Her left hand continued massaging Melissa's tits while her
other hand retrieved the cigarette from the ashtray.  She hit on it one last
time before crushing it out.  "Go ahead and cum, baby doll," she cooed,
pausing just long enough to exhale a strong thin stream of smoke directly
into her stepdaughter's face.  "You'll cum at least half a dozen times before
we're done tonight."

   Melissa's body began to tremble.  Closing her eyes she groaned, focusing
her attention on the feelings running throughout her aroused body.  Katie's
left hand kept caressing her breasts while her right hand found its way once
more to Melissa's crotch.  Katie pushed her fingers against her hole.  The
wetness inside was staining her panties.  Trembling ferociously the teenager
shrieked.  She began to cum.  The sudden release of her orgasm hit her like a
tornado.  Katie smiled blissfully.  She continued fondling Melissa's tits and
crotch.  Meanwhile her mouth found Melissa's again.  She gave the youngster
another fervent kiss while the teenager's supple body repeatedly shook
involuntarily like a leaf in the wind.

   "Oh my God," Melissa finally moaned, desperately gasping for breath.
"That was great!"

   Katie smiled, "The best is yet to come, baby.  We still haven't gotten to
the really good stuff."  She gazed at the young girl's flushed face and
rock-hard body.  Melissa's shirt was pulled back away from her exposed
breasts.  "You don't feel done, do you?"

   Melissa slowly shook her head.  "No," she gasped, still breathless.  "I
feel so energized.  I feel so incredibly fuckin' good!"

   "And you'll feel even better before we're done," Katie promised.  She
reached for her Marlboro Lights 100's and withdrew another cigarette from the
pack.  "I hope you don't mind if I keep smoking.  I do love to smoke during
sex!"

   Melissa grinned.  "Hell no!  I don't mind at all."  She watched Katie
touch her lighter to the tip of the long white cigarette hanging from her
mouth.  "I totally understand.  I love to smoke.  But you know that.  It is
kind of exciting to smoke while making love, isn't it?"

   Katie said nothing.  She tipped her head and released some inhaled smoke
in a striking combined exhale through her lips and nostrils.

   Melissa watched the smoke luxuriously swirl around her stepmother's lovely
face.  It looked seductive as hell and smelled even better.  "Hey, can I have
a drag?" the teenager asked.

   "Sure, darling, of course you can," Katie nodded while still expelling
smoke.  "I love it when my lover smokes along with me."  She passed the
cigarette to Melissa.  The teenager took a long hard hit on the Marlboro
Light 100.  She dragged on it as if her life depended on getting as much
smoke as humanly possible.

   "God, you look so fuckin' sexy when you smoke, Missy dear.  It's a real
pleasure to watch you smoke a cigarette.  I mean it!"

   Melissa made a face.  She was confused.  "What do you mean I look sexy?"
She thrust her lower lip forward and pushed a stream of smoke into the air
while giving the cigarette back.

   "I mean just what I said," Katie explained.  She took back the Marlboro
and at the same time reached out her other hand to stroke the teenager's bare
breasts again.  "Smoking's sexy.  Seeing smoke roll out of a lovely girl's
mouth or nose is extremely sexy.  Don't you think?"  She put the cigarette to
her lips and drew hard.  "It's sexy each time she takes a nice long hard drag
like this."  She pulled smoke into her lungs.  "The reason it's sexy is
because it means the pretty girl is doing something that makes her feel good.
She's swimming against the tide of all the anti-smoking bullshit."  Katie
paused to let tendrils of smoke begin slowly flowing from her parted lips.
"If a girl smokes it means she's bad; and bad is incredibly sexy.  Smoke
escaping from a pretty young girl's mouth always looks seductive and
sensuous.  I love to do it and even more I love to watch it being done!"

   "Yeah, I see what you mean," Melissa slowly nodded.  She held out her
fingers and Katie passed her the cigarette.  "I never thought about it but it
_is_ kind of sexy, isn't it?"

   The teenager took another big hit.  Katie nodded.  "Kind of sexy isn't
strong enough, honey.  Seeing a pretty girl smoke the way you're smoking
right now tells me everything I need to know about her.  She's a woman - and
you're a real woman, Missy - a woman committed to pleasure.  She wants it and
is willing to take risks to get it.  I love that."  She watched her young
comrade exhale another substantial stream into the air.  "Smoking's
considered bad these days.  I like girls who are willing to be bad.  I think
smoking's a major turn on, kid.  It's one of the things I missed most about
quitting."

   "So my smoking turns you on, does it?"  Melissa had a mischievous look in
her eyes.  She raised the cigarette to her lips and drew even harder before
inhaling.  "Well, Katie, I'm glad to know that.  Because I love turning you
on, especially if I can do it by doing something I already love so much, like
just smoking a cigarette."  She turned her head and exhaled again.

   Katie continued to rub the teenager's exposed tits.  But her eyes closely
followed all the smoke escaping from Melissa's smiling mouth.  Then Katie
began to unbutton her sleeveless dress.  She wore no bra underneath.
Perspiration made her partially exposed breasts sparkle in the dim light.
She started playing with her nipples.  "God, you and I'll definitely have a
great time this summer, Missy, baby," she sighed with contentment.  "You love
to smoke, I love to watch you smoke, and we both love to enjoy what we can do
to our bodies."

   With no prompting Melissa held out the cigarette in front of Katie's face.
The other woman leaned in and wrapped her lips around the white filter.
Melissa continued holding it while Katie took a long hard drag.  When she was
done, she nodded.  The teenager took it from Katie's mouth.  Her stepmother
inhaled deeply and smiled.  "So, what do you think of _my_ tits, Missy?
Aren't they pretty?  They're not as young and firm as yours but they're not
bad.  Agree?"

   "Oh my God!  I don't know what in the hell you're talking about, Katie,"
Melissa laughed.  "Your breasts are amazing.  They're so big, so round, so
attractive.  They're perfect!"

   "Then don't you want to kiss them?" Katie inquired breathlessly.

   Without a word Melissa nodded.  She took a quick drag on the cigarette and
lowered her head.  She buried it in Katie's naked chest.  Softly she began to
kiss Katie's breasts and exhaled smoke as she did.  "Your breasts want some
of this wonderful smoke," she murmured by way of explanation.  "Mm, they're
so fuckin' nice, Katie.  Really so nice!  Your tits are so big and soft and
warm and cuddly."  She wrapped her lips over the nipple of Katie's right
breast and began licking it.  "God, I feel like I've always wanted to do this
to another woman!"

   "Oh God," Katie sighed closing her eyes.  She felt a tingle developing
inside her crotch.  "God, I've wanted you to do this to me for a long time.
The only thing that'll taste better than my tits is my cunt," she moaned
quietly.  "I can't wait to teach you how to suck pussy, baby."

   Melissa looked up.  She stared directly into Katie's eyes.  A new wave of
desire welled up inside her.  She smiled lasciviously.  "I can't wait either,
Katie," she whispered.  She kept licking her stepmother's breasts with her
tongue and playing with her taut nipples.  "I want to do it right now.  I
don't want to wait!"

   Katie quietly slid down onto the carpeting and hurriedly pulled her dress
over her head.  "You try it first, baby," she sighed.  "Then I'll do it to
you and show you how it's really done!."

   Melissa let out an evil cackle.  She wanted to revel in the wickedness of
her situation.  She addressed Katie differently.  "God, Mom, that sound
great."  She laughed and drew on the cigarette after tapping an ash in the
ashtray.  She then put the cigarette in Katie's mouth as she went down.

   Katie shivered with anticipation.  It was her turn to giggle.  "God,
Missy, it's so delightfully and wickedly evil when you call me `Mom,'" she
said, trembling.  "Do it again."

   "Okay Mom.  Mommy, I want you to teach me everything this summer," Melissa
chuckled.  "This will be one hell of a summer experience for me!  And I think
you're enjoying it, too.  Right?"

   "Oh, I am, baby," Katie moaned eagerly.  She felt Melissa's lips begin
kissing her pubic hair.  "I love it more than words can say!  Oh yeah, that's
it!  You're doing just great, baby.  Oh, yeah!  Fuck!"

   And so it went.  Melissa did her best to eat Katie's bush and Katie
returned the favor.  She did it more expertly than Melissa did the first time
though the teenager proved to be a quick study.  Soon the girls migrated
upstairs.  They wanted to get into bed.  They pleasured each other over and
over throughout their first night together.  Melissa had never been with a
woman but her stepmother proved an apt teacher.  Unlike the solitary orgasms
Melissa experienced in the past while masturbating alone, with Katie's able
assistance that night she came over and over.  Each climax was more powerful
than the one preceding.  The lovers smoked and cuddled and talked and
pleasured each other into the wee hours.  For Melissa it was pure heaven.
She was delighted and so, she sensed, was her lovely and sexy stepmother.

   At four in the morning Melissa awoke.  She went into Katie's bathroom to
pee and then padded softly back to the king-size bed.  She kissed the
sleeping blond woman on the cheek.  "Hey, I'm going back to my own room," she
whispered tenderly.

   "Oh, don't go," Katie sleepily pleaded, holding out her arms.  "Stay here
with me!"

   "I don't want Consuela to find me in your bed when she comes in," the
teenager said with a wicked laugh.  "We have to be discrete, Katie."

   "Fuck discrete!  Oh God, I suppose you're right.  Then just give me one
last kiss before you go, baby."

   Melissa leaned over to put her lips on Katie's.  It began as a soft kiss
but Katie quickly turned it into an eager embrace.  "Hey now, wait a minute,"
the teenager giggled.  "You're not actually serious about going _another_
round, are you?"

   "I don't know," Katie admitted.  She was still sleepy.  "I just don't want
you to go, lover."

   "We can do this again tomorrow; I mean  today.  I want to, too.  But if I
don't leave now I never will.  It just won't do to have Consuela find us
sleeping together.  You know that."

   Katie sighed sadly.  "You're right of course."  They kissed briefly.
"Good night, angel."

   "Good night, Mom," Melissa laughed wickedly.  "Sweet dreams."

   "All my dreams so far tonight have been real sweet and real wet," came the
pointed reply.  "In fact they've all been as sweet as can be!  Goodnight,
lover!"

   Melissa padded down the hall to her room.  She turned down the covers and
crawled into bed.  It was pitch black but she couldn't help noticing a pack
of Newport 100's and a lighter on her nightstand.  "Shit!  I'm too awake to
go back to sleep right away," she giggled.  She shook a cigarette from the
open pack.  "I'll just have one cigarette before going back to sleep."

   The flare of her lighter momentarily illuminated her room.  Having smoked
Marlboro Lights 100's with Katie all night, the thick, rich mentholated smoke
rushing into her lungs from the Newport 100 felt fuckin' wonderful!  She
pursed her lips and slowly released a stream into the night air.  She sighed
and smiled.  The whole business with Katie was undoubtedly a dumb idea, she
told herself.  Yeah, getting involved with Katie definitely wasn't smart.
She raised the cigarette to her lips for another drag.  It tasted good.  She
remembered Katie's admonition that any smoking woman is sexy because it means
she loves pleasure.  Melissa sighed contentedly.  Yes, she _did_ love feeling
good.  Katie made her feel good.  She'd deal with the consequences later, she
decided.  For now she knew what she wanted.  And she intended to keep getting
it!  She finished her cigarette, crushed it out and finally went back to
sleep.

   She slept till eight thirty that morning.  She was exhausted from her
night of lovemaking.  Though tired, she felt good.  She lit a Newport 100
before getting out of bed.  The day and night before she smoked more than she
ever had.  But far from being satiated she woke up feeling completely ready
to smoke again.  So she did.

   Consuela was in the kitchen.  She smiled seeing her young friend descend
the stairs in her short little nightie with a freshly lit cigarette in hand.

   "Ah, Missy.  I just cannot get used to seeing you with a cigarette between
your fingers.  I understand perfectly, of course.  But it's still a little
bit of a shock to see you smoke."  The Mexican-American woman laughed
heartily.  "And I see you are still smoking my brand."

   Melissa nodded.  "Last night I mostly smoked Marlboro Lights 100's," she
acknowledged, not wanting to admit that she smoked Katie's cigarettes most of
the night.  "I really do like your menthols, though, Consuela.  They taste so
cool.  I couldn't wait to have one just as soon as I got up today.  I guess
that means I'm becoming a real smoker, doesn't it?"

   "Si, it certainly does," the housekeeper nodded.  "In that regard I think
you are just like my Angelina.  I told you before.  As soon as Angelina
started to smoke, which was when she was a year younger than you are,
actually, soon Angelina was smoking all the time.  Once you start smoking,
Missy, you want to smoke all the time.  That is how it works.  Todo el
tiempo.  I understand you and Angelina had a good time together yesterday.
Si?"

   "Yeah, we did."  Melissa grinned as she took a long drag on her Newport.
"Now that I smoke, Consuela, it's really fun hanging out with a girl friend
who likes to smoke, too."

   "And did you and Missus Katie get along okay last night?"

   At that question Melissa froze.  "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, Missus Katie sent me home early.  I didn't see you before you
came home.  She didn't give you any trouble, did she?  What did you think I
meant?"

   "Oh, nothing," Melissa sighed.  For a moment she thought Consuela
suspected something.  "Katie and I had a good time.  I feel better about her,
Consuela.  I really do.  She's not so bad."  She smiled inside.  Actually
Katie was as bad as she could be.  But Melissa no longer minded that kind of
`bad.'

   "Well, that's good then," the housekeeper nodded.  She noticed Melissa
take what was for her an unusually extended drag on her Newport.  The
youngster then forcefully sucked the smoke deep inside.  Consuela could see
something was bothering her young friend.

   "Do you want to talk about it, Missy?"

   "What do you mean?" Melissa repeated, releasing smoke over several
successive breaths.

   "I mean, something happened between you and Missus Katie.  I can tell.
I've known you for years, Missy.  You can tell me anything, you know."

   Melissa shook her head.  She certainly _couldn't_ tell Consuela.  "Nothing
happened.  I'm just rethinking whether or not I want to blackmail her.
Katie's really not such a bad person."

   Consuela smiled.  "Now, _that_ is a change of heart.  Last Friday you
couldn't wait to destroy your stepmother.  Today you say she is a really nice
person."

   "She _is_ a nice person, Consuela.  After spending time with her I think
she has a lot of redeeming qualities."  She drew on her Newport.  "I even
think she and I might become good friends."

   Consuela wiggled her fingers.  "Mi, amiga, let me have a drag.  Okay?"

   Melissa was surprised by Consuela's request for a puff.  She'd never seen
her housekeeper smoke anywhere inside the house but in the basement.  She
handed over her cigarette.  Consuela took a long, dedicated drag and gave it
back after inhaling the smoke deep inside her chest.

   "Ah, muchas gracias," Consuela smiled.  "That is so nice.  But something's
going on you won't tell me, Missy," she said solemnly.  "I see it in your
eyes.  I do not trust that woman.  I hope she hasn't turned the tables on
you, as they say.  Perhaps she has something she is now holding against you?"

   For a long time nothing came from Consuela's lips.  Finally wisps of smoke
began to emerge in a growing stream.  Melissa grinned.  "Consuela, you worry
too much.  Katie and I had a good time last night.  I'm not worried about her
any more.  If she doesn't behave I can still show the pictures to Dad.  I
always have the upper hand."  She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray.  At
once she withdrew another from the pack in the pocket of her nightgown.
"Really."

   Before the housekeeper responded footsteps sounded on the stairs.  "Good
morning, ladies," said Katie from the next room in a cheery voice.  She
entered just in time to see Melissa light up her second Newport.  "Ah, I see
you switched back over to menthols again, darling."  She walked right up to
the teenager and deposited a small kiss on her forehead.

   "Yeah, I like these a lot," Melissa answered, embarrassed by the
unexpected show of maternal affection.

   Katie turned to the housekeeper.  "Hey, Consuela, I need coffee.  Pour me
some, please?"

   "Yes, Missus Katie."

   Katie was also dressed in a nightgown.  Hers had a very low neckline.
Melissa saw red splotches on her breasts, clear evidence of the passionate
kisses that Katie received during their long night together.  She hoped
Consuela didn't notice the marks.

   "Hey, kiddo, can I have one of your cigarettes?  I left my pack in my
room."  Melissa handed her stepmother her pack of Newport 100's.  With no
hesitation Katie shook one out and lit it up using Melissa's lighter.

   "Ah, that's better," Katie sighed.  She contentedly released a cone of
exhaled smoke.  "Melissa, I'm _so_ glad you convinced me to come back to my
old habit.  There's nothing quite like smoking, is there?"

   The youngster didn't get it.  What was going on with this repartee?  "No,
there sure isn't."

   Katie looked at Consuela.  "Hey Consuela, why don't you join us?  You
smoke, don't you?  Yeah, I thought so.  Then go ahead and light up.  Don't be
shy now!"

   The housekeeper blushed.  "Missus Katie, I cannot.  It is unprofessional
for me to smoke on the job, while I work."  She worried perhaps Katie saw her
steal a puff from Melissa.  Was this a way to get back at her for that
indiscretion?

   Katie laughed.  "Oh come on.  That's bullshit, Consuela.  Missy smokes now
and I started again, too.  So there's no reason for you not to do it, too.
All of us smoke now.  You don't have to go without during your workday any
longer."  The Latino housekeeper still hesitated.  "Okay, Consuela, let me
put it to you this way.  I _insist_ that you smoke with us while you work.
How's that?  It's an order.  Do you understand?"

   Melissa broke in.  "Come on, Consuela.  It'll be fun.  I'd like you to
smoke with Katie and me.  We're smoking.  You can, too.  There's no problem
with that.  Is there?"

   "Dios mio, I don't know, Missy," Consuela wavered uncertainly.  "What
would your father say?"

   "Now look here, Consuela," Katie continued, sternly this time.  "Bill's
gone.  When he's here of course you can't smoke and you shouldn't.  But the
rest of the time I insist that you do.  In your own kitchen at home I bet you
smoke.  Don't you?"

   Consuela nodded indecisively.  "Yes, of course.  I smoke all the time."

   "I thought so.  In that case from now on I want you to smoke here with us
except when Mr. Robertson's around.  Missy and I will both be more
comfortable if you join us."  She had a decidedly evil gleam in her eye.
"That is, unless you can honestly say you wouldn't enjoy smoking while you
work."  She paused.  Consuela said nothing.  "I thought so.  So light up with
us right now, Consuela.  Enjoy yourself.  Have a cigarette.  That's an
order!"

   The dark-haired housekeeper slowly reached into her apron pocket.  She
withdrew her pack of Newport 100's.  Carefully she put a long cork-tipped
cigarette between her lips.  From the same pocket she took a lighter and
clicked it.  In a second the cigarette in her mouth was burning and she was
taking one of her customary hard initial double pumps.

   Katie beamed with approval.  "Do you know?  I've never seen you smoke
before, Consuela!  But you smoke with great style.  Now that's more like it,
isn't it?  Don't you think?"

   "Yes, Missus Katie," Consuela self-consciously concurred.  "I do agree it
is nice to be able to smoke."  Taking the Newport from her lips she began
exhaling smoke over the next few breaths.  "It is _very_ nice.  Thanks you,
ma'am."

   "You're very welcome, Consuela," Katie grinned.  She put her cigarette in
her mouth and sucked hard.  After pulling smoke deep inside her chest she
went on.  "I want to see you smoke all the time in the house from now on.  Do
you understand?  This isn't a one-time thing.  Missy and I are smoking now
and I want you to smoke, too.  Comprende?"

   The housekeeper nodded.  "Si, I understand."  She grinned with
embarrassment.  "It will be a great pleasure for me to comply with this
request, Missus Katie.  I have been a smoker since I was Missy's age, or
younger.  Smoking cigarettes makes me happy.  Very happy.  It is just that I
never before worked in a home where it was permitted for me to smoke on the
job."

   "Well, Consuela, now you do.  You work in a home where it's not only
permitted.  It's expected!"  Katie grinned at Melissa.  "There.  That settles
that!"

   And so it did.  Consuela fell into a routine of smoking both in the
kitchen and as she moved about the house.  Constantly carrying a lit
cigarette around noticeably brightened her countenance.  Melissa was
delighted.  Katie's insistence that Consuela smoke with them made her very
happy.  But unfortunately Consuela's happiness was short-lived.

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