Test Subject, Part 11

Author's note:  The following story is satire, and is not intended to, in any
sense, impugn the fine folks at big tobacco companies who, no doubt, put
their customers best interests ahead of their profits.  

The author does not necessarily condone the use of tobacco, by adults or
minors, nor the use of illegal substances, nor masturbation, nor
participation in lesbian sex, nor any other morally questionable practice
depicted in the story.  Later parts of the story contain graphic sexual
language, and are not suitable for underage readers.  
Any resemblance to smoking fetish fiction is purely accidental.  
All other imaginable disclaimers apply.

Test Subject
Part 11: "Foreplay."

Maureen's eyes widened as, several seconds later, her brain processed what
Cynthia had just said, and what her own reply had been. She looked up at
Cynthia, who was now very close, and again their eyes met.

"Ok," Maureen said again with finality, as if to emphasize that she was sure
that this was what she wanted. Her eyes never left Cynthia's as she moved
even closer, opening her mouth to kiss her. Cynthia also moved closer, with
her lips parted, but then, at the last moment, pulled back playfully, putting
her forefinger on Maureen's mouth.

"Not yet," Cynthia whispered. "Upstairs first."

Maureen stood up suddenly and impulsively. "I'll race you," she said, darting
for the stairs.

Caught momentarily off guard, Cynthia likewise dashed for the staircase. The
younger woman was ahead of her, but Cynthia grabbed her from behind, causing
both of them to wobble comically at the foot of the stairs. Maureen squealed
with laughter, saying, "I don't think so!" as she struggled to pull herself
free. Instead, Cynthia pushed her way ahead, and leaped up the stairs.
Maureen struggled to regain her balance, and came close behind.

Cynthia reached the top of the stairs, and made a right into an open doorway,
which led to a dark room. Maureen followed her in, and before her eyes could
adjust to the darkness Cynthia seized her from behind and threw her down on
top of a bed in the middle of the room. Both women howled giddily with
laughter as they struggled to get the upper hand, and Cynthia began tickling
Maureen mercilessly. Maureen tried tickling Cynthia back, but her hostess was
relentless. Finally, Maureen cried, "Ok, ok, I give up." Tears streamed from
her slightly bloodshot eyes. 

Cynthia sat atop Maureen, pinning her on her back. For a moment, both women
lay still, panting. Then, without letting the younger woman up, Cynthia
reached over to the nightstand next to the bed, and picked up a long black
case. Opening it revealed a black lighter, and about a dozen of the longest
cigarettes Maureen had ever seen, more than twice the length of a regular
cigarette, and much thicker. As they eyed the cigarettes, their demeanors
instantly became more serious and focused. 

Maureen opened her mouth without speaking. She knew that, even in the dim
light, Cynthia could read the desire in her eyes. Cynthia did not disappoint
her, and took out two of the cigarettes, and put one between Maureen's open
lips, and one between her own. Even accounting for its extra weight and
thickness, the weight of the long cigarette surprised her.

"Tobacco time," Cynthia murmured, as much to herself as to Maureen, whose
eyes, at these words, seemed to flash cat-like in the darkness. Cynthia
clicked the lighter between their two extended cigarettes, illuminating each
of their faces. Maureen squinted at the sudden brightness, and then lifted
her head slightly to reach the light, while Cynthia moved her head downward.
Both of their cigarettes made contact with the fire at the same time, and for
a moment their long cigarettes touched within the flame. 

Although she was still out of breath from Cynthia's playful tickling, it had
been about forty minutes since her last cigarette, and Maureen was famished
for nicotine. She dragged as hard as she could, drawing the smoke in with her
lung power instead of with her cheeks. Above her, Cynthia was doing the same
thing. 

Both women popped their cigarettes out of their mouths, and huffed the smoke
remaining in their mouths way down into their bodies. Cynthia slid gracefully
down, moving from straddling her partner to lying down on top of her.
Cynthia's weight pushed the smoke even further into Maureen's lungs. With her
long cigarette still between the fingers of her left hand, she put her hands
on Maureen's cheeks, caressing them. 

Without exhaling, both women parted their mouths and gazed at one another, as
they moved even closer. Then, they kissed each other, at first with their
lips only, and then after a few seconds they began to timidly taste each
other with their tobacco tinged tongues. Maureen moved her free hand onto
Cynthia's firm bottom and began to squeeze it. Still they held their smoke
in, until finally it began to escape from their noses and mingle around their
faces.

With grins of delight, the two women then simultaneously pulled again on
their cigarettes, in a seeming competition to see which one could burn their
cigarette down faster. Maureen took a series of short and powerful pumps,
sucking the smoke into her lungs each time her mouth couldn't hold any more,
while Cynthia continued her direct inhale technique, her cigarette's ash
slowly getting longer. After they inhaled their smoke, they kissed again
through their exhales, and Maureen spread her legs apart underneath Cynthia. 

"Maureen, I have wanted this from the first moment I saw you," the doctor
said before again making her cigarette glow from a potent drag and inhaling
its warmth. "You are simply beautiful, with your long, long hair, and
gorgeous face, and perfect ten figure. From the first moment I saw you, I
knew that I wanted to make you purr with pleasure."

Still strongly affected by the various substances she had imbibed during the
course of the evening, Maureen smiled mischievously, and took another
luxurious drag on her long Allure cigarette, which had increased her
alertness while neither diminishing her euphoria nor restoring her
inhibitions. After she snapped down a thick ball of smoke, she made a purring
sound, as smoke slowly drifted out of her nostrils. "Please Ma'am," she
pleaded, smoke puffing out of her mouth with each word, "Pet my kitty."

Cynthia sat up, tapped the ash of her cigarette into the nearby ashtray, and
then began to puff hands free while she slowly unbuttoned Maureen's blouse,
revealing white lingerie beneath. Then Maureen sat up, tapped off her ash,
and unzipped and removed Cynthia's dress, which, unlike Maureen's blouse, had
nothing but bare skin beneath. Maureen inhaled more smoke, and moaned out her
exhale with pleasure and yearning as in the dimness of the room she spied the
wild bushy hair growing atop Cynthia's vagina.

As Cynthia breathed in her latest drag, her abundant breasts lifted
noticeably as her chest expanded. She gently removed Maureen's bra, and
exhaled a thin stream seductively onto Maureen's erect nipples. Then, less
gently, she pulled down Maureen's skirt and underwear, and cast them aside
almost impatiently. Unlike her own private area, Maureen's was cleanly
shaven, and by the looks of it fairly recently. She tapped off more of her
ash, and then pushed Maureen back down on the bed, and then lay down beside
her. 

The two women began to explore each other's bodies with their hands, not yet
daring to go for the erogenous zones, but rather softly stroking each other's
knees, backs, thighs, and necks while they smoked and kissed. They began
taking long drags in alternation, and then blowing the smoke directly into
their partner's lungs as if giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. 

All too soon, their cigarettes were spent, though their desire for nicotine
was insatiable. Without comment, Cynthia took out two more of the long, long
Allure cigarettes, and put one in Maureen's mouth as before.

"After I light you, can I pet your kitty?" Cynthia asked.

"Ok," Maureen said, quivering with anticipation.

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