The Coach, Part 5

The Coach
by CallieKoe

Chapter 5: The Goal (Phase I)

Looking back all those many years, I now understand how difficult a challenge
a man faces who wants to turn a non-smoking girl into a beautiful, sexy
smoker.  It's analogous to getting someone to change religions.  Most people
simply aren't interested.  Period.  Some show a little curiosity but for a
myriad of reasons won't change.  "We've always been Catholic. My folks would
disown me. I don't think people really need to go to church to be religious."
The list of excuses goes on and on and on with the end result that most people
just resist change.  This is especially true with regard to something as
important as religion, whom to marry, what career to pursue, etc.  But never
forget that proselytizing does pay off.  Some people convert.  Married people
have affairs. Folks just up and change careers even though they may take large
cuts in pay or prestige.  So the "trick" is to find people when they are open
to change.  There has to be some motivation involved; something that convinces
the person that life will be better after the conversion than it was before.  

For women, love (or the perception of love) is usually the impetus to drive
change.  Romance novels are forever popular with the standard ending being
"they fell in love and lived happily ever after."  If the definition of
'fetish' is something a person can't have sex without, then love itself is
every bit as much a fetish for most women (and men) as is the desire to see or
make love to a beautiful woman who smokes or wears leather or latex or any
other object of affection.  The difference is that the former is far more
common and completely accepted within society.  The latter is very rare and
would be perceived as a bit odd in the best case and downright 'perverted' by
most.  You can hear the conversation.  "Let me get this straight.  Your goal
is take a perfectly healthy young girl and get her addicted to nicotine and
further cause her to age prematurely, smell bad, and endanger her health?"  In
a word, well, "yes."  So once one understands the ground rules, there's no
longer any reason to feel embarrassed about you like or why you like it.  As
long as both parties are consenting adults, give it your best shot!

We lay there together for some time holding each other contentedly. Both happy
but for very different reasons.  "Tell me about this smoking thing.  What is
it that turns you on so much and where does it come from?"  She asked in such
a way as to gather facts, not to accuse or ridicule.  I tried explaining the
girl at the ball park and Donna but was content not to analyze it to death but
to just enjoy it.  Being a very bright young woman, Kathy immediately
understood what I was saying and agreed to just accept it for what it was.  I
then asked her what it was that she got from me in this relationship.

"That's easy. You LISTEN.  You really listen when I talk and you care about
how I feel. And you're the first guy I've know who can really talk-about
anything.  You make me feel secure and comfortable with you.  And, well, I
think you're really cute, too.  So that's my part for honesty!"

"So I hope that means that even if you don't fully understand you can accept
how I feel," I told her.

"I can and I do.  I know what I want and so far I'm getting it.  And if this
is what you want then we have a symbiotic relationship, right?"  I searched my
memory banks for that word and Biology class came to mind.  "Symbiosis-where
both partners receive something from the other that is mutually beneficial," I
remembered hearing.

"In this case, all I have to do is wear something I already like wearing and
light a cigarette and you're mine! So that's what I get out of this."  I was
surprised to not hear her say she realized that in this case it was actually
she who was being manipulated and that I had more in mind that just a
cigarette or two on the weekend to enhance our trysts.  Oh, no, that would
never do. Kathy was not only going to smoke but I would make sure that she
would soon love smoking and get to the point where having cigarettes nearby
was more important than having food in the refrigerator.  A woman who's last
thought at night was of the first cigarette she would reach for as soon as she
awoke the next morning and who would look forward to each one she smoked
throughout the remainder of the day.

For the rest of that week I settled for letting her smoke only one cigarette
after school each day on the way home. I didn't even insist she finish it
although I did encourage her to take one extra puff each time or to take a
little longer drag.  But when I picked her up on Saturday to spend the entire
day at my house (where my parents who also smoked  were in Las Vegas), I began
to pick up the pace.

"Wow, I can't believe we have the house together all by ourselves the entire
weekend! This is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, I have every reason to believe we're going to have a great time, Kathy,"
I told her while taking her into my arms.  She pressed her lips to mine to
kiss me and I back away making that face we make when someone has bad breath.

"Bad breath? I'm sorry. I just brushed my teeth before we left the house," she
apologized.

"You do have bad breath," I chided her, "but it isn't the toothpaste." She
looked puzzled until I went into my room and brought out her pack of
cigarettes.  "Here," I said, offering her one from the box.  "Your breath
doesn't have the luscious taste of cigarette smoke on it and you need to tend
to that immediately," I said smiling at her.

"Honey, it's too early for a cigarette. Besides, my lungs sort of hurt from
smoking so much this week.  Can we wait a little while?" she asked.

"Oh, no," I replied. "In fact, today is the day that we're increasing your
number of cigarettes from one to three and it's important to have one as early
as possible. So here's your lighter and a cigarette.  Let's sit down and let
you enjoy it while I watch. And I almost forgot to tell you how great you look
in your beige turtleneck sweater and black skirt-very nice look."

"Hmmm. Seems like if I want any attention I need to get with the program here!
That being the case, please give me a light."  I offered her a light, which
she accepted eagerly and took a small, inhale.

"Honey, that was very weak," I chided her.  "Take a nice, long drag this time,
please."

She did. A VERY long drag. The tip of her cigarette glowed red for
some three seconds after which she inhaled very deeply then exhaling a decent
plume of bluish smoke.

"Better?" she teased.

"Much better. Now see if you can finish your entire cigarette like that."

"But my lungs hurt. I think I need a break for awhile," she complained.

"No, you don't need a break, you need to smoke MORE so your lungs will adapt
quicker.  In a few days, it will feel very natural and you'll really be able
to enjoy smoking," I assured her.  "And the thought of you increasing your
smoking is VERY sexy," I added.

"Mmmm. Well, that part I like. Alright, you win. I'll see what I can do with
the rest of this one. At least I'm not getting queasy anymore!"  Again she
took in a huge inhale and blew it out firmly in a long stream.  I tapped my
lap indicating she could now sit on it and share her cigarette with.  She took
a third huge inhale and sat directly on my lap, lowering her head to French
kiss me while exhaling through her mouth and nose.  I wasn't sure how I felt
about God and heaven but I was sure that heaven couldn't be a better place
than where I was at right then.  I buried my head between her soft breasts
while she took a fourth inhale and sighed deeply with delight as I slid my
hand between her legs.  She nearly smoked this one to the filter before
putting it out and taking off her skirt and sweater, brushing her smoky lips
against mine as strip teased before me.  We made love again that day in
between another two more cigarettes before I drove her home late that evening.  
"So I'll see you after church tomorrow?" I asked expectantly.

"I'm not going to church tomorrow. If you like, you can pick me around 10 or
so.  I understand your place will be still be free?"  She was just so damn
cute when she played innocent like that.

"You're so right. The house will be all ours until 8 pm so you are absolutely
right.  I'll see you at 10."

"Honey," she paused to say.  "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, please ask me anything," I assured her.

"Here's some more of that honesty we spoke of.  I'm, well, I think I'm
falling in love with you. Do you feel the same about me?"  Tears welled up in
her eyes as she looked directly into mine.  How could I explain that while she
needed love that I needed her to smoke?  It seemed so unfair since society
preconditions us to accept her version love and romance as the only acceptable
one.  I knew only that I didn't feel about her the same way she felt about me
but I didn't know what to say. I did know that as long as she was willing to
smoke, wear sweaters, and make passionate love with me, that I could say I was
"in love" with her.

"Honey, you know what's important to me," I answered.  "If things keep going
the way they have, I'm sure I'll soon be able to say with conviction that I
love you, too.  That's an honest answer and I hope to God it's enough for you
for now at least."

"It is enough and I'm SO glad to hear you say that.  Just keep leading me and
showing how to love you and I promise I won't let you down," she said with
tears in her eyes as we kissed goodnight.

I arrived at 7:30 the next morning to pick her up for school and she
immediately slid over my way until she was damn near in my lap.

"Hi," I said.

"Good morning, honey," she said. "I couldn't sleep last night thinking about
us," she said putting her arms around my neck and kissing me over and over
with a soft passion that spoke volumes of her truest feelings.

"Can I please have a cigarette?" she asked.  I had just bought a new pack and
offered it to her.

"Kathy, here, take the pack and have a cigarette on the way to school.  But
honestly, you know it won't be enough to just have one in the morning and one
or two after school."

"I know but what else can I do, honey?  I can't risk getting caught smoking at
school in the bathroom. I'm going to college next year and I think I have a
really good chance of getting a scholarship. If I get expelled, that could
ruin everything. Not to mention what my parents would say."

"What would your parents say if you told them you started smoking?" I asked
out of real curiosity.

"Well, I don't know. I mean, they've told me before that if I ever wanted to
smoke to just not hide it from them.  So I guess they wouldn't be too upset
but if I got caught and expelled or something, I'm sure they'd freak out," she
explained.

"Look, I haven't heard of a girl in school getting 'kicked out for smoking' in
a couple of years.  A lot of the female teachers on faculty smoke and I'm sure
they don't have their hearts in seeing girls like themselves getting expelled
for enjoying the same thing they do," I reassured her.

"I know you're right.  I've just been so paranoid about walking into a
bathroom and lighting up a cigarette. Everyone thinks I'm SO perfect and all,"
she lamented.

"Kathy," I assured her, "everyone likes you.  Especially me. Not one girl who
knows you will criticize you.  You've got every right to live your life the
way you see fit and I want you to be a smoker.  And I think that's what you
want, too. You want to make me happy and I think deep down you really want to
smoke, too.  Am I right?"

"I'm not exactly sure.  I mean, I really like you-a lot.  A whole lot.  And I
want to make you happy and have you do the same for me.  I understand that
can't happen unless I really start smoking.  Not just smoke, but also become a
smoker.  And I know I want you but I'm not sure if I want to be a smoker.
Let's just say that for now, I want you to be happy and I know what that
entails so let me have this pack and the lighter and I'll deal with anything
negative that might come up."

We pulled into the school parking lot just as Kathy put out her first early
morning cigarette with a warning from her that after second period she would
not be able to spend the extended break between first and second periods with
me but that she would be in the girl's lavatory having a cigarette. I walked
her to her first period class and kissed her goodbye. It was long, deep kiss
full of the fresh flavor of cigarette smoke.

"Wow," I said. "You taste absolutely delicious. I hope there's time for at
least another kiss before second period," I whispered to her.

"We'll see," she said smiling. "I DO have my priorities you know."  She kissed
me one more time and then headed to class.

First period took about a month to end and I made a beeline to the locker area
with the girls lavatory where most of the smokers gathered.  I got there just
as Kathy was arriving. She saw me and smiled widely. I winked and blew her a
little kiss.  Several of the other girls who smoked had either preceded or
followed Kathy inside.  I was always interested in knowing who had 'joined the
club' and saw at least one new member since last year, a very cute senior
named Lauren Moore. She had really blossomed since the start of our junior
year when she was a homely-looking, flat-chested skinny girl with braces into
what now looked like could pass as a model.  Very cute indeed, but not in the
same league with my very own smoking girlfriend.

Nearly ten minutes had passed when she finally emerged flanked by at least a
half dozen girls I knew to be smokers. She and Lauren were the center of
attention. I heard, "How cool, Lauren" and "that's great, Kathy."  One of the
girls looked my way and remarked, "Oh, there he is, right over there. Waiting
for you just like a little puppy dog.  He is SO cute!" followed by a lot of
giggling.  Kathy said she'd see them again at lunch, which brought replies of
"okay, sounds great", and one "we can't wait 'till lunch and it won't be long
before you won't either," followed by more giggles and laughter.  She walked
right up to me and put her arms around me.  The smell of smoke was
overwhelming in the most wonderful sense.

"God you smell GREAT!" I told her.

"Thanks, it's my new perfume," she said kissing me softly and placing her
tongue deep inside my mouth.  "You like?" she asked unnecessarily.  "No, I
LOVE!" I told her honestly.

We had only three minutes until math started so we walked quickly toward our
classroom.

"You were right," she said excitedly.

"I was?" I asked.  "About what?"

"About how the other girls would react.  I was SO totally nervous when I sat
my purse down and reached in for a cigarette.  Everyone was talking and saying
'what is Kathy doing in here?' When I lit up, all the other girls went "ooooh,
that's what she's doing" and they all started cheering and hugging me.  It was
so cool."

"See, I told you no one would be critical. You just have to
trust me, huh?" I kidded.

"I do trust you, honey. I do," she said as we entered class seconds before the
bell.  My plan was on track and on schedule.

Phase II

Kathy continued to have a cigarette on the way to and from school every day
for the next two weeks as well as smoke another two or three at school.  On
the weekends we often looked for excuses to leave the house so she could have
a cigarette although I was still doing most of the encouraging.  The first
subtle but real change came on Halloween, some four weeks since her first
cigarette.  She had been in the lavatory every break that day and had asked to
go to the library on the way home.  She got into my car and immediately
reached for a cigarette and inhaled deeply.  She exhaled and took another
deeper drag as soon as she'd exhaled the first.

"I think someone is starting to enjoy smoking," I teased playfully.

She snuggled up next to me and said, "I think someone is right. I noticed
something weird this morning when I woke up.  I started feeling odd, like
something was wrong or missing and it just got worse and worse. I was feeling
edgy and shaky and thought maybe I was getting sick. I ignored until I got in
the car and lit a cigarette.  After two deep inhales, the feeling subsided and
I felt good again.  And I couldn't wait to get to the lavatory after every
class today so I could smoke.  I mean, I REALLY looked forward to each
cigarette. In fact," she said putting the first out in the ashtray, "I'd like
a second cigarette, now."  She took out another VS Menthol Ultra Light and
deftly lit her own cigarette.  She inhaled very deeply and said, "Yes, someone
is definitely right!"

We spent the evening at her house passing out candy. Her parents were
attending a dinner party at some friend's house and wouldn't be home before at
least 11 o'clock. Kathy had borrowed a cheerleading outfit from one of the
other girls who smoked and was making me insane in her maroon and gold sweater
and very short, pleated maroon skirt and matching knee socks.  She had no
sooner said goodbye to her parents than she said, "I need a cigarette right
now! It's been almost three hours since I had one and I feel like I'm about to
come out my skin."  She reached for her pack when I told her, "Kathy, please
don't smoke." She whirled around and looked at me in disbelief and said, "You
better be kidding because I'm going to be very upset if you're serious."

"I'm serious," I said flatly. "I don't want you to smoke. At least not those
cigarettes."  Her pretty face had that puzzled, pouty look I loved.  "Here, I
bought these for you. They're Virginia Slim Menthol Lights, the same brand but
a bit stronger and a lot more flavorful I'm told."

"Oh, I see. Now that I'm nearly hooked on smoking you're not going to leave
anything to chance are you?" she said pretending to be angry. "I really like
MY brand but I'm willing to see if these taste any better. Can you let me have
one please?" she asked sweetly.  I quickly unwrapped the pack, flipped back
the box lid and lifted one out, handing it to her. I reached for the lighter
and brought the flame to her cigarette and she took a marvelous inhale.

"Oh my goodness!" she said, exhaling the largest cloud of smoke I'd seen to
date.  She took another very deep drag to satisfy her hunger for nicotine and
blew a huge plume into the air. "These are sensational!" she said happily.
"Mmmm.  These are great! Thanks, honey. I'm doomed!  I'm not going to be able
stop now. I was already enjoying smoking but these are so much better tasting
and satisfying.  I guess you win," she said softly.

"No, we win," I said.  "Take a super deep inhale and come kiss me," I ordered.
She did so very willingly. In fact, she took three more deep inhales in a row,
sharing her exhaled smoke with me as we kissed and petted one another.  The
doorbell rang several times but it was ignored as clothes were shed and
passionate love was made while Kathy smoked another cigarette in bed. Seeing
her smoke in the nude while I made love to her was an amazing thrill and it
was just as exciting to see her reach for another cigarette after we made
love.  I left just before 11 that night and we'd opened the windows for an
hour prior to let the smoke out.  Not that her parents would have smelled
smoke but actually seeing it was something she wasn't ready for just yet.  But
it couldn't be too much longer before that bridge would have to be crossed.

Thanksgiving Day

Kathy was nearly a month ahead of schedule and smoking nearly a half a pack of
cigarettes a day as Thanksgiving (and my birthday that year) approached.  We
were at my house again the Sunday prior as my parents had again gone to Las
Vegas.  Kathy wore the prettiest dark green knit sweater and cardigan with a
short black skirt and heels.  Neither of us had to been to church in over a
month and spent nearly all of our free time together.  She had discovered how
much she enjoyed having sex and was into trying everything she'd ever heard of
or read about with me.  I was all too eager to comply since I was getting
everything I wanted out of our relationship as well.  Don't get me wrong.  I
really enjoyed making love with her but it was the fact that she brought all
three "S's" together that made it so good.

Kathy had already grown remarkably comfortable in her new role as a smoker.
She no longer hesitated to light a cigarette anywhere we went outside of
school.  In the car, in restaurants and even in front of my parents after they
came home from Las Vegas. My mother was actually thrilled to have a girlfriend
to smoke with and immediately set out the ashtrays and said, "Let's have some
coffee and a cigarette, honey."  They sat and talked and smoked for a couple
of hours and I knew Kathy had very much enjoyed herself.

"I wish I could do that at my house," she said on the way home after lighting
up her 12th cigarette of the day.

"What makes you think you can't?" I asked.  "You said your parents told you if
you started smoking, not to hide it, right?"

"Yes, they did," she said taking a nice, long drag and holding it in her lungs
for an extra second before exhaling a wonderful plume of dark bluish smoke.

"So why don't you just tell them this week? Thursday is Thanksgiving and I
can't imagine they would be upset or let it ruin the holiday. And besides, it
is my birthday.  If there's one thing I'd like, it would be to be able to
watch you smoke a cigarette after dinner when the rest of the family is
sitting around together."

"Hmmm. I was wondering what to get you and I can't possibly go much longer
without being able to smoke at home. That's it then!  I'll tell them that
afternoon before dinner and just trust you, as usual," she said smiling and
kissing my cheek as I drove.

"I haven't been wrong yet, have I?" I said with mock modesty.

"No, so far, you're batting a thousand.  Speaking of batting, can we find
someplace to be alone for a while? I am SO horny and so in need of your 'bat'.
Think you can handle that request?" she teased.  We pulled off into the woods
and found one of our favorite places.  Kathy lit a cigarette and slid the
cardigan off encouraging me to help with everything else, which I gladly did.

Wednesday was a half-day at school and our last for until Monday.  As soon as
we were released, we hopped in my Buick and headed for Southcenter Mall south
of Seattle.  She had me to take her shopping to find something to wear on
Thanksgiving as a birthday present for me.  I told her the only gift I wanted
was to light her cigarette and see her smoke in front of her whole family but
she insisted. So shopping we went.

The drive to the mall took less than an hour but Kathy managed to surprise me
even then.  Just after getting out of town, she lit a VS menthol light and
began unbuttoning her top until it was completely open.  I noted with pleasure
she had not worn a bra today and was becoming very aroused just watching her
smoke while exposing herself to passing traffic. Granted, all of the traffic
was coming from the opposite direction and it's unlikely anyone saw her, but
it was a huge thrill nonetheless.  As we pulled on to the four-lane highway 25
minutes later, she nonchalantly reached for another cigarette and slid her top
down around her arms fully exposing her soft breasts for all to see.  She then
began playing with my belt buckle, unfastening it and quickly unbuttoning my
jeans.  She paused only to take another long drag from her cigarette and then
proceeded to unzip my fly.  I raised up slightly and she maneuvered her
fingers through the opening of my underwear and pulled my cock out while
taking another hit and then proceeded to literally 'smoke my pole.'  Steering
with one hand I used the other to run up and down her body, stroking her long,
black hair as she deftly bobbed up and down, inhaling and exhaling.  I had
about as much control as I'd had the first time Caitlen had done this for me
without the added intensity of smoking.  I may have lasted a total of two
minutes before I shot a geyser of warm fluid into her mouth.  Kathy not only
swallowed every drop, but also licked my shaft clean, purring and moaning as
she took a last drag from her cigarette and put in out in the car's ashtray.

"Wow!  That was great," I told her. "Where did that come from?" I asked.  "Not
that I'm complaining, but damn it that was amazing!"

"It's just something I've been wanting to do.  I like the thought of showing
my body off and I love doing that for you.  And since we both love me smoking
it wasn't hard to put all three together," she explained.  We arrived at the
mall some ten minutes later. She had redressed both her and me and we exited
the car as though nothing had happened out of the ordinary.

Kathy led me straight to Nordstroms, her favorite clothing store.  Since she
was buying as much for me as for her, it was easy to focus in on finding
something.  After looking for about half an hour, we settled on a
three-quarter sleeve, winter-white mohair sweater dress that was very low cut
both in front and in back.  She found a pair of heels in short order and that
was that.  "That wasn't too bad, was it?" she asked.  "I needed to finish up
so I could step outside for a cigarette, though.  Guess I won't be doing
anymore all day, non-stop shopping!" she proclaimed proudly.

"Hey, listen," I told her.  I saw something I want to get for you. Why don't
you go out to the car and enjoy a cigarette, and I'll be right out."

"Honey, you don't need to buy anything for me," she said. "It's your birthday,
not mine."

"I know," I stated, "but I really want to do this for you.  So go along and
I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

I ducked back in to the mall and found the tobacco shop we had passed.  While
I don't particularly care for the smell of cigars, I thought it might be fun
to watch Kathy smoke one and I had noticed some beautiful lighters which was
my main motivation for going back.  I entered the shop with the Indian's head
above and began looking at the selection of lighters.  I found a beautiful,
slender, silver lighter that looked both elegant and expensive.  It was!  I
then looked through the dozens of types of cigars and finally asked for some
help in finding one for someone who smoked cigarettes, but had never tried a
cigar.  After several suggestions, I settled on a modestly thick,
medium-length, mild cigar I planned to give her Thursday evening.  I returned
to the car and got one very long, very passionate kiss from the lips of my
girlfriend who was now a confirmed smoker.  Life was good.  Very good indeed.

I was to show up at 2pm for an early dinner, which would be served at 3
o'clock.  Kathy told me she would call me after she'd revealed her new secret
to her parents and share their reaction with me.  The phone rang just after
noon.

"Hi honey!" she said animatedly.

"Well??" I said impatiently.

"I told them."

"And??" I added.  "What did they say?  How did it go?"

"Great!" she said happily.  "I had left the house a few minutes ago to have a
cigarette and them came back and said, 'Mom, Dad, can I talk to you?' They
seemed very concerned even the house was a beehive of activity with
grandparents and aunts and uncles everywhere.  They wanted to know if
something were wrong and I assured them that while nothing was wrong,
something had changed.  They looked puzzled when I said, 'well, you've always
told you not to hide things from you, right?'"

"Of course, sweetheart. What is it? What's wrong?  Honey, are you pregnant?"

"I laughed when they said that and assured them I was NOT nor did
I intend to become so but that I did need to share something with them.  My
mom told me to sit down and I could tell she was nervous as she reached for a
cigarette.  "Mom, dad, I hate to bring this up now with dinner and everything
but well, I don't want to have to sneak around anymore.  My mom took a huge
drag and said, 'honey, you haven't started smoking have you?'  I said, 'yes,
mom, I have and I'm asking for your permission to smoke in the house."

"My dad answered for them by saying, 'Honey, while I don't think it's the best
decision you've ever made, it is your choice and we can't stop you from
smoking. And I certainly don't want you to sneak around behind our backs so,
yes, you may smoke in the house. Just no smoking in bed-ever.  If you can
agree to that, then you are free to smoke whenever you like.'  My mom added,
'Oh, sweetheart, you didn't need to hide it from us. Dad is right.  You can
smoke anytime you want but I think it'll take some time to get used to seeing
our baby and honor role student smoking cigarettes!'  But that was it.  I'm
planning to have one more alone before dinner so I can smoke in front of
everyone after dinner for you.  Can you come over early?" she asked anxiously.

"That's wonderful, Kathy!" I told her.  "Just let me shower and get dressed
and I'll be right there. Bye!"  I quickly showered and got dressed but instead
of underwear decided to wear a jock as I was sure I would not be able to um,
keep things under control while standing up! 

I arrived at 1:15 and was utterly floored when Kathy met me at the door.  I
thought I was looking at the sexiest angel I had ever seen in my life.  The
sweater dress was accented by a string of beautiful pearls with matching
earrings and bracelet.  Her hair was thick and silky and she wore a bow in the
back that added a schoolgirl quality to the otherwise very sophisticated look
she was displaying.  She hugged me and kissed me at the doorstep and invited
me in.  I could taste her smoke and was glad I had worn the extra support!  I
helped with setting the table and met all of her many relatives. A nice bunch
of folks but I'm not one for large social gatherings.  The smell of turkey and
pies baking filled the house along with the masked odor of cigarette smoke,
which kept my attention focused on the after-dinner activities to come. 

I sat directly across from Kathy who looked prettier than I had ever seen her
before.  Her makeup had been perfectly applied and she looked like she was
ready to pose for a modeling shoot.  I had worn my best suit and been
complimented a couple of times by Kathy's aunts, one of whom actually pinched
my cheeks.  Kathy and I participated in the conversation at times and stared
longingly at each other during the lulls.  I ate tons of turkey and mashed
potatoes with gravy, stuffing and corn on the cob.  Kathy nibbled away at her
dinner but as usual, ate very little which explained why she had such a great
figure.  

Once the sound of forks on plates had stopped, Kathy's dad announced that it
seemed like the time for everyone to go relax a bit before dessert.  Her mom
asked how many people wanted coffee and scurried off to fill cups with the hot
brew.  As we moved to the living room, people found their places and Kathy
and I settled in on the love seat alone across from everyone else.  One of her
uncles reached into his pocket for a cigarette and lit up while Kathy's mom
came in with a tray of coffee cups.  As she offered one to Kathy she said,
"Kathy, honey, feel free to go ahead and smoke if you like. I know I'm going
to have a cigarette as soon as I set down this tray!"

"Kathy smokes!?" shouted one of her younger cousins.  "No way! Not little miss
perfect!"

Blushing slightly at all the stares, she said, "Yes, I do smoke now.  I
started a couple of months ago and I really enjoy it.  And honestly, I really
need a cigarette right now."  Kathy asked me if I would get her cigarettes,
which were downstairs for her.  I went downstairs and found the pack of VS
menthol lights near her bed but didn't bring them up.  Instead, I opened the
pack of VS menthols I had picked up for her on the way over and made sure the
new lighter was working. I came back up the stairs and took my place next to
her.  I handed her the opened pack of full-flavored menthols and saw her smile
as she took one from the pack.

"Another increase?" she teased, whispering to me.

"Uh-huh. Just for you. You ready?"

"Ready? I'm DYING for a cigarette.  Please light this one for me."

I produced the new lighter and said, "This is for you honey. Every girl who
smokes should have her own lighter."  She said it was beautiful and thanked me
for it as I pressed the lever and produced a small butane flame for her
cigarette.  She lowered her head and took the largest inhale I'd seen her take
yet, hold it in to let the smoke fill her lungs completely and allow the
nicotine to calm her craving.  She exhaled a huge plume of smoke and
immediately took a long, second drag.  By this time, no one else in the room
was paying any attention but me. Kathy sat across from her mom who had also
lit up and was taking care of her addiction, as well.

"You look so grown up, honey," she told her daughter as they both took long,
deep inhales.  Kathy couldn't yet match her mother, but I knew that as far
ahead of schedule as she was, it would only be a matter of time before she
could. 

While we didn't kiss in front of her family, she it made a point to get very
close to me as we talked so I could both smell the smoke and feel its warmth
coming from her mouth.  She held her cigarette just as I had taught her and
was the epitome of smoking grace and beauty.  Several hours passed and Kathy
reached for her cigarettes.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," I said.  "I've got another little surprise for
you."

I produced the cigar and she laughed out loud.

"A cigar? You've GOT to be kidding me!"

"No, I'm not kidding at all.  Let's get your wrap and go out onto the porch
where you can smoke it."  I tossed her wrap over her shoulder and led her
outside.

"I don't know about you," she teased playfully.  I just smiled and handed her
the cigar.

"Hold this one the same way but don't inhale too much smoke. Blow must of it
out and take small inhales, okay?"

"Okay," she said and offered the cigar for a light.  She puffed a few times as
she'd doubtless seen in movies and drew in a huge inhale. She released nearly
all of the smoke then inhaled a small amount, just as she'd been coached to
do. "Not bad," she said.  "I don't want to give up cigarettes for these, but
this isn't bad at all."  We sat on her porch swing while she smoked almost
half of the cigar. The taste was very different when we kissed and I didn't
care for it nearly as much but it was satisfying to know Kathy could actually
handle a cigar already.

After everyone else had gone to Kathy's Uncle Dave's house (a long-standing
tradition) her parents were understanding of our desire to be alone and
trusting us, left about 7 o'clock.  The two of us went downstairs to her
bedroom were I offered her another cigarette which she gladly accepted.

"Do you like these?" I asked her hopefully.

"I love them. They're even better than the Lights. They're very rich and have
so much flavor.  I noticed that when I exhale, the amount of smoke seems
double what it was before."

"I hadn't noticed," I pretended, then told her how much I enjoyed seeing her
exhale full plumes of smoke. "You look absolutely perfect tonight, honey.
Beautiful hair, makeup, clothes, and smoking in your own home. The only thing
better would be to be able to make love to you right now in your bedroom while
you smoke.  Can we do that?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Come here," she cooed, taking a huge drag and holding it forever while her
chest expanded with cigarette smoke. "Kiss me, and I love you."

I made love to her that night with total passion and abandon.  By this time,
every pore of her body was saturated with smoke and I reveled in how it
already seemed to be so much a part of her.  She had made the transition
completely in just three months and could no longer imagine a life without
cigarettes.  We dated each other the rest of our senior year and into the
summer but we ended our relationship before she went off to college in Eastern
Washington.  We did get together as friends one night that December and to my
pleasant surprise she wore a great looking sweater and smoked Virginia Slim
Menthols. We didn't talk about her smoking but she knew how much I enjoyed
watching and I knew how much she enjoyed smoking.  

My first experience as a coach was, in my humble opinion, a resounding success
but was not my only victory.  In fact, the real reason I ended my relationship
with Kathy was that I started to date my former high school English teacher,
Nancy Layman, who had quit smoking several years ago, but who would soon find
herself tempted beyond her limit of resistance-

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