The Coach, Part 4

The Coach
by CallieKoe

Chapter 4: The First Cigarette

I kissed her goodbye passionately on her front doorstep and said, "Me, too" to
her telling me how nice a time she'd had and how glad she was that we were
going out with one another.  I asked if I could stop by the next day after
church around 1 o'clock or so and she said that would be fine and she couldn't
wait.

I don't think I slept that Saturday night.  I was unable to get the image out
of my mind of actually seeing my beautiful girlfriend start her journey toward
becoming a smoker!  Her willing innocence at accommodating my greatest
fantasy, her naiveté at the way it would change her life as I had no intention
of settling for her smoking cigarette at dinner once a week. No, Kathy would
make the transition by the first of the year at the latest.  I would use my
birthday as a stepping-stone. These first 100 days would be used to encourage
her and let her gain confidence in herself as she smoked with me in private.
This time would allow her to slowly change her self-image from a girl who
didn't smoke to one who occasionally did.  From Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve,
I would make certain that she saw herself as a girl who not only smoked but it
enjoyed it very much. I had no intention of failing in responsibility as "The
Coach."

I sat through sacrament meeting that Sunday morning completely oblivious to
anything that was said. It had been my norm for some time to sit and imagine
what every attractive woman at church would look like smoking. But today in
particular I was obsessed to a degree I never thought possible about actually
seeing a girl I was dating start smoking, but made so by the thought that that
afternoon my fantasy was about to come true.  After church, I stayed in my
coat and tie wanting to look my best knowing she would still be dressed in her
church clothes, too.  

I had never actually bought a pack of cigarettes myself and being Mormon I was
a more than a little afraid of having someone from church walk up behind in
the checkout line and ask what I was doing.  My heart was pounding as I pulled
up to the 7-eleven and looked around carefully inside.  I had already decided
on the brand I wanted her to smoke-Virginia Slim Menthols.  However, I thought
it would easier to start her out with Ultra Lights until my birthday and then
"move her up" to Menthol Lights saving the full-flavored cigarette until
Christmas Day.  Satisfied I was alone, I strode directly up to the counter and
requested a pack of VS Ultra Lights.  The store clerk looked me over and
decided I was old enough and plunked the pack down on the counter.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I noticed Bic lighters and quickly laid one on top of the
pack.  I paid for both items and stuffed them quickly into my coat pocket and
opened the car door.  It was five minutes before one and my heart was beating
uncontrollably and my palms were actually sweaty.  I arrived right on time,
exited the car and walked up to the front door.  As I knocked, the door opened
to reveal Kathy in an outfit so sexy I thought my heart might stop.  She was
wearing a sleeveless black spandex dress with a low scoop neck and three inch
black heels. For my sake, she had worn a beautiful red cashmere cardigan that
matched the color of her shiny lipstick.

"Hi, come in!" she told me cheerfully. "How was church?"

"Uh, okay, I guess," I replied.  "I wasn't really able to concentrate too much
as my mind was on well, 'other' things?"

"What other things?" she said with that 'whatever do you mean' voice.  "Are we
doing something naughty today?" she further teased me.  I had somehow managed
to calm myself and began to take charge of things.

"Yes, we are. This is the day that you become a smoker," I said confidently.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me saying, "Smoke, yes. Become a
smoker, no."

"We'll see about that," I said as I pulled her close to me and kissed her
hard.

"Do I look all right today?" she asked me.

"Sensational!  How did a spandex micro dress and heels go over in your
church?" I questioned.

"A LOT of stares.  One kind from the men and another from the women!" she said
devilishly.  "I love going to church but I'm so ready not to be the
straight-A, straight-laced girl anymore and I am so glad I found you to help
me along!"  

She led me to the sofa and offered me her full lips and warm tongue.  Her hand
deftly found me and began to rub softly through the fabric of my pants.  I
responded in turn by gently cupping her breast which brought an instant moan
of pleasure.  "My parent are at my grandma's until 6 o'clock tonight so we've
got the house all to ourselves," she purred.  She reached for my belt when I
grabbed her tiny hand and said, "Not yet, sweetie. We have other pleasures to
attend to," I said quietly and reached into the pocket of my sport coat and
pulled out the lighter and pack of cigarettes.

"How about 'after'", she begged.  "My friends tell me a cigarette after sex is
great."

"No, honey, not after. I want to be able to kiss you after you've smoked, not
before.  And I want to watch you smoke more than anything I've ever wanted in
my life."

"Okay, before is fine, but I'm not sure I can do this right," she proclaimed.

"Don't worry about a thing. We'll take it very slow the first few cigarettes.
No need to rush.  After all, you have the rest of your life to smoke as much
as you want," I hinted smiling evilly.  "So let's get started (pun intended),"
I quipped.

Before you actually smoke, I want to explain a few things first.  I told her,
"While you'll soon learn to enjoy smoking, the whole reason you're starting is
for me, right?"

"Well, yes, I certainly wouldn't have thought of this on my own! And again,
I'm really not going to be a smoker, I'm just going to learn to drive you
crazy to make getting what I want all the more fun!"

"Fair enough-for now," I assured her.  The first thing to keep in mind is your
posture.  Ladies who smoke should be elegant and graceful.  You have shapely
legs, a very nice body and long, thin fingers which means you are going to be
an absolutely beautiful smoker. She smiled, still not quite taking me
seriously. How could she? How could she possibly have any idea how serious I
was or what I had in mind for her?  She sat up straight but not rigidly so and
crossed her legs at the knee.

"Now take the pack and gently unwrap the plastic seal around the top of the
box," I encouraged.  She did so. "Open the box lid and carefully remove the
foil liner." Again, she complied.  "Gently lift the cigarettes from the middle
until one filter sticks up then remove it slowly with one hand, position it
between your first two fingers, then carefully close the box, setting it down
on the table."  I watched intently as she followed each of my instructions to
a tee.  I was spellbound as she lifted the white cylinder from its case and
slid it between her index and middle fingers.  She paused to close the box and
then laid it back on the coffee table in front of us.

"How am I doing?" she asked with a smile.

"Wonderful," I told her. "Just wonderful."

"Okay, so far so good. Now be very careful with how you actually hold your
cigarette.  Always keep the two fingers holding it fully extended and while
it's okay to hold your cigarette down at your side, it should generally be
held up near the side of your head."

"Like so," she demonstrated perfectly.

"Exactly!" I complimented her on her graceful style and told her she was going
to be a natural.  "All right, now let's actually practice bringing it from up
there to your lips remembering to keep your fingers fully extended."

Again, she did so with a flair that made me wonder whether she had perhaps
smoked secretly for some time.

"You've been practicing," I probed under the guess of playful kidding. "No,
never, but I've watched my mom and other women for as long as I remember and I
don't think the style part will be an issue.  Do you?  I mean, am I doing it
the way you want me to?" she asked sincerely.

"Perfect, honey. Just perfect.  You look GREAT!"
"One more very important
detail.  When you light it, don't inhale directly into your lungs.  Just take
a little smoke into your mouth and wait a second, THEN inhale deeply.  Hold it
in for a brief moment and exhale the smoke naturally."

"Thank you, Donna," I thought to myself who had provided these tidbits in her
"start smoking" story.  "That's it?" she asked.  "For now, yes, that's it.
You ready??" I asked, my level of anticipation building to a new high.

"Yes, I am. Would you please light my cigarette for me?" she asked as she
smiled seductively at me.

I somehow managed to steady my hand as I reached for the new lighter on the
coffee table.  As I did so she raised the white cigarette toward her red lips
and waited for me to touch the end with the lighter's open flame.  I flicked
the wheel quickly and the lighter produced the desired result.  I held it just
under the end of Kathy's very first cigarette and watched as the tip glowed
for a brief instant and smoke curled upward toward the ceiling.  She removed
her cigarette from her mouth and held the smoke briefly then inhaled deeply,
again holding the small amount of smoke in her pink, virgin lungs, then blew
softly as she exhaled a small stream of smoke.

"Oooh, my, I felt a rush at the back of my neck.  Not bad!" she said. She had
remembered everything I'd taught her and looked as if she'd been smoking for
years.  Kathy gracefully moved her right around her head to take another
slightly deeper puff and then inhaled very naturally. A bit more smoke
appeared in a thin stream.

"So, what do you think?" she asked coyly.

"You are so hot right now I want to tear your clothes off and take you
wildly," I exuded.

"Well, then, as soon as I finish my cigarette, perhaps I can get some
'hands-on' attention?" she teased.  At that moment, she moved from the chair
in front of me and sat on my lap.  She took what appeared to be a very deep
drag and inhaled fully.  As she exhaled, she lowered her mouth to mine and
kissed me, letting the smoke pass from her mouth to mine.  The taste of her
kiss sent shock waves of pleasure through me.

"Just one more puff this time," she said.  "I'm feeling a little lightheaded
and I so want to enjoy making love with you."  Kathy took one more deep
inhale, dropped her cigarette in the ashtray and again kissed me with her
smoky breath.  I picked her up and kicked open the door to her basement room,
smelling the wonderful scent of smoke in her hair and on her clothes.
Reaching the bed we tore at each other's clothes, embracing and kissing
passionately as our hands explored each other's naked bodies.  For the next
hour, I carefully prepared her for penetration by bringing her right to the
verge of orgasm with my tongue and fingers, taking time to kiss her luscious
mouth.  At last, when she begged me to take her, I plunged in deeply releasing
a bigger load than I thought possible.  I was so turned on by her smoking that
I was able to continue to a 'second cumming' before collapsing her the arms of
my new lover and smoker, Kathy Tayler.

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