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The Coach by CallieKoe Chapter 2: The Prom It was only three weeks before the prom and looking back I know how much time Kathy and her mom spent looking for just the right dress, matching purse and shoes and just the right place to get her hair and makeup done. I must have imagined our date a thousand times before the big night arrived but the date was itself was no more than a prequel to what I hoped would be a perfect ending. As much as I liked her, as beautiful as she was, I knew I could never be serious with her unless she learned to love to smoke. I spent hours awake at night imagining that this would come true and how I could help make it so? Finally, that Friday night arrived and I got in my car, an old Buick I'd saved all year to buy, to go pick her up. I had the corsage with me and looked pretty good (if I may say so myself) in the tux I'd rented. I arrived precisely at 6pm (to this day I'm an on-time fanatic) and after hesitating at the door, knocked confidently. Kathy's mother, Jean, appeared at the door and welcomed me with a broad smile. Jean was in her mid-forties and as I learned later that night, was herself a smoker. Jean led me into the living room and asked me to have a seat. She called downstairs to Kathy and announced my arrival. Jean then turned to me and made small talk. Unconsciously, she reached for a Benson and Hedges Menthol 100 and lit up. She inhaled deeply and exhaled a deep plume of rich smoke while continuing to chat with me. She was still attractive and I noticed how beautiful she looked while holding her long white cigarette between her first two fingers. It wasn't just that she smoked, but how she did so that I paid particular attention to. Smoking style was becoming important to me, too. Jean seemed so feminine in the way her long, graceful fingers held her cigarette. She never placed it in an ashtray but held it in her extended fingers with her arm bent so that her hand was held near her head. As I began to be aroused at the thought of her crossing the room to sit on my lap and kiss me while she exhaled, I heard the sound of the basement door opening and Kathy entering the room. For a brief moment, I forgot about smoking and was totally taken aback by how beautiful she looked. She had chosen a midnight blue gown with matching purse and heels. She had dark-blue ribbons in her hair and looked like something out of a dream. I was totally enamored with the vision standing in front of me. "Well, not totally," I thought as I remembered the "Prime Directive" which was to somehow convince her to start smoking. I had Thanksgiving Day in November as a goal. I had no idea how long it took to get "hooked" on smoking but decided I would do my best to coach her toward that end. I was well aware she might completely reject my suggestion and even be angered by it. But I had already had a "vanilla" relationship with a gorgeous girl who didn't smoke and knew there was no other alternative for me but to pursue my ultimate goal. That meant there just 100 days from prom night until my birthday and I was determined to coach her to victory! With that thought in mind, I smiled and said, "Wow, you look GREAT!" Her mother doted over her for some short time, took a couple of photos and then said, "Well, you two kids have a great time! And be home by one, alright?" We agreed and I took Kathy's hand and led her to my car. I noticed it was unusually warm for September in Western Washington as I opened her door and helped her in then walked around to my side of the old LeSabre. I put the key in the ignition and Buick came to life. I then turned to her and said, "Kathy, you look absolutely sensational" and leaned over to kiss her. She responded warmly and we kissed for a few seconds before driving off to the prom. It was then that I no longer cared about my relationship with Caitlen. We arrived at the prom and spent a girl's fairytale evening dancing with each other to every romantic song the DJ played the entire night. We held each other closely and looked deeply into each other's eyes trying to see what lay deep within each other's souls. Although I had no real belief in my Mormon faith, I prayed she would be willing to at least agree to try smoking occasionally. If she said "no", I knew the world was full of other women and believed that some would say "yes." At the end of each dance, I kissed her softly. Her eager responses were extremely encouraging. And while I admit I loved the delicious taste of her sweet breath, I couldn't help but long for a kiss that tasted of smoke. In fact, I could think of nothing else. As I smelled the delicious scent of her shampooed hair, I could only dream longingly of the day when that smell would be mingled with that of her own cigarette smoke as well as her clothes, completely saturated with the same, wonderful, intoxicating smell. I was so obsessed that she immediately noticed my hardness and obligingly snuggled her hips tightly to my crotch. We left the dance at 11:30 and drove to a secluded spot where we could be alone. Neither of us had much to say but it only took a couple of minutes for us to find ourselves in each other's arms kissing passionately. In less than another two minutes I had slid the spaghetti straps of her dress down her arms and had cupped her large, soft, round breasts in my hand. In turn, she responded by placing her hand on my crotch and massaging me gently through my pants. That was as far as we got on that first date but I believed that it wouldn't take long for me to "bare my soul" to her and find out whether she "would" or "wouldn't". |
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