Smoking Together Forever, Part 3

Will inhaled, then continued "I said I was thirteen when I started smoking, 
but that's not quite accurate." He paused to exhale. "I was raised in a 
family of smokers. My dad and mom, three of my grand parents, and all my 
aunts and uncles smoke. So I have wanted to smoke for as long as I can 
remember. My first cigarette was a Benson & Hedges I managed to sneak from 
my mom's pack when I was 11. She kept her pack in the drawer in the kitchen 
and I managed to take one when they were out one evening at a party. I 
smoked it in the bathroom late that night. I didn't really know what I was 
doing. I just puffed on it and looked at my self in the mirror holding the 
cigarette." 

"I'm impressed you had the courage to try it at that age" Sara said, 
fascinated with the story. 

Will smiled took a drag on his Marlboro and inhaled deeply, "Yeah well I 
had wanted to try it for years by then." Will's drag reminded Sara of the 
cigarette in her own hand. She placed the slim cigarette between her lips 
took a puff and inhaled. Once again the smoke caused a pleasant fullness in 
her chest, followed by a tingling euphoria as she exhaled. 

"So what happened next" she asked. 

"A year later my best friend Robert Schley was staying over at our house we 
stole one of my dad cigars and smoked it in the park. That was fun but we 
couldn't do it again because my dad noticed that he was missing a cigar, 
and asked me about it. I said that I hadn't taken it and he believed me but 
it was obvious that I couldn't get away with that again. That fall was my 
thirteenth birthday and it was the winter of that year that I really 
started smoking." Will paused and took a puff on his Marlboro. "The family 
was skiing up in Maine at a place called Lost Valley. When we went into the 
lodge for an early lunch. I noticed a bunch of guys my age and a little 
older siting around the fireplace smoking, I knew this was my chance. When 
we were done with lunch I told my parents that I wanted to go and ski the 
harder slopes that they avoided since they had to ski with my little 
sister. They had no problem with this I went off to the lift up to the 
harder trails, and they went off to the other side of the mountain. After a 
quick run down, I headed straight for the lodge. I had noticed a cigarette 
machine in the lobby. I got some change and bought a pack of Marlboros. I 
wandered over to where the guys were sitting next to the fire and 
introduced myself. I told them what was up. I was a little nervous that 
they would make fun of me or something. I was relieved to find that they 
were enthusiastic about teaching me to smoke. They told me how to inhale. I 
lit the Marlboro took a puff inhaled, and knew that this was something I 
wanted to do again. Not only did I enjoy the feeling, but also I felt like 
I had taken my first step into adulthood. After I finished my first 
cigarette the rest of the group was ready to go back out and hit the 
slopes. I joined them and had my second Marlboro on the lift ride up with 
Mark who was my age. I skied with them the rest of the day smoking four 
more cigarettes. When I met up with my parents I had my first pack of 
cigarettes in the inner breast pocket of my ski parka. We skied two more 
days at lost valley and I met up with the same group of guys. We skied 
together again on the second day and I had a blast. We skied all the 
difficult trails that I usually didn't get to ski on and we hung out in the 
lodge and smoked and talked sports and girls. By the end of the day I had 
smoked 12 Marlboros. The third day was like the second we skied and smoked 
and bonded. I finished my first pack that day and bought my second. Though 
I didn't know it at the time, I had acquired, along with two friends for 
life, a life long habit." 

"Are you sorry about that?" Sara asked. Will's story fascinated her. 

"Absolutely not" Will said smiling boyishly and reaching for his pack of 
Marlboros. "It's one of the best decisions I ever made." He paused and lit 
up. "Smoking is one of my great pleasures in life." He took a drag and 
inhaled deeply. "So shall I go on?" he asked through his exhale. 

"Please do, it's a fascinating story" Sara said quietly. 

"Well if you insist" Will said, knowing that Sara fascination with his 
smoking would lead her to become more interested in smoking herself. 

"Every thing about you interests me," Sara said. Though he didn't probably 
see it that way himself his smoking story was reveling, his own coming of 
age story. 

Will nodded his head and took another puff. "Well after that I started 
smoking regularly, not that much at first, maybe two or three a day. But 
slowly over the next six mouths I got up to 5 or 6 a day, but my parents 
still didn't know. Then in July we went down to Florida for the annual 
family reunion. It is always a great time. We go to the beach every day and 
play cards during the hottest part of the day and cook out at night. Of 
course no one knew that I had started smoking and I felt a little shy about 
telling the family. But every one older than me was smoking. When Grampa 
and Gramma my grand parents would gather the grand children in the card 
room to teach them the fine points of bridge, the room would be thick with 
smoke. Grampa smoked at least two packs a day of Lucky Strikes and while 
Gramma didn't smoke as much, cards brought out the smoker in her. Adding to 
the smoky atmosphere were my six older cousins who all smoked to one degree 
or another. There I was a smoker constantly surrounded by smoke but unable 
to smoke my self. The kitchen was no escape as my mom and three aunts would 
be gossiping and smoking. The living room was always full of a delightful 
blend of cigar, cigarette and pipe smoke. I had brought a couple of packs 
of my Marlboros with me and I was able to slip away three or four times a 
day and sneak a smoke. It was early in the afternoon of the third day that 
I got caught." Will paused and took a drag on his cigarette inhaled deeply 
then continued. "I had wandered away from the house after lunch to have a 
smoke. I had just taken the first soul satisfying drag from my Marlboro, 
when my Uncle Steve came jogging around the bend in the road. I was scared 
sick that I was going get in trouble but instead the response was very 
positive. All my older cousins thought it was cool that I had started so 
young. They took me out to the beach with them for their beach party that 
night something that I had been excluded from before. I had my first beer 
that night, though they were careful to make sure I didn't get sick. My 
uncles bought me a great zippo lighter and grandpa and grandma gave me an 
ashtray for my room. But the best was they way mom sat me down as soon as 
she found out, and had a cigarette with me she gave me a light and told me 
how proud she was that I was getting grown up. So to make a long story 
short I had a great time with the family that summer and by the time we 
left I was smoking half a pack a day." He concluded, and took a sip of 
beer. 

Sara looked at Will intently, "I'm surprised that your family was so 
accepting of your smoking." 

"Accepting!" Will said with a smile. "They were extremely supportive. That 
Christmas I got a nice cigarette case from my grandparent, a pipe from my 
uncle Jeff, a box of cigars from my uncle Steve, and four cartons of 
Marlboro's from by Uncle Berry. I was the smoking mascot of the family as 
the only one of my ten cousins to start smoking before turning fourteen." 

"But didn't they worry about the health risks?" Sara asked? 

"Not really, they just thought that the pleasure of smoking was worth the 
risk." Will replied taking a drag from his Marlboro and inhaling deeply. 

"But wouldn't they change their mind if they got cancer?" 

"Grandpa Karl never did, he kept smoking and had no regrets even after he 
got lung cancer." 

"When was that?" Sara asked curiously 

"I had just turned fifteen when we found out." Will said taking a puff and 
inhaling. 

"Didn't that worry you? I mean as a smoker your self." Sara asked. 

"It didn't really. You would think it would. I had lost my grandfather 
William to lung cancer when I was nine and I knew you got lung cancer from 
smoking but it never really worried me." 

"I suprised you would think it would." Sara said puzzled. 

"That reminds me of a story" Will said lighting another cigarette. 

"I'm listening" Sara said 

"Well as I said it was shortly after my fifteenth birthday that I found out 
grandpa Karl had lung cancer." Will paused took a puff and inhaled. "The 
cancer had spread to both lungs by the time it was discovered. So 
conventional surgery was out of the question. But Grandpa Karl was never 
one to through in the towel so he came up to the Slone Kettering cancer 
center to try the new therapies they had developed. I was going to school 
at the time of course so I couldn't visit during the day but I would stop 
by for a few hours in the afternoon and play cards with him or read a book 
with him or just chat together. I was quite popular with the staff since I 
obviously loved my grandpa a lot and took the time to visit. They liked 
Grandpa Karl because he was a real fighter never letting his illness get 
him down always willing to make things easy for the staff." Will pause took 
a long drag and inhaled deeply then continued. " So as I say my grandpa and 
I were popular with the whole staff, but we were a particular favorite of 
one nurse, Lilly Anderson, she would come and visit with us when her duties 
permitted. She said it made her very happy to see a grandfather and his 
grandson getting along so well and having so much fun together. By that 
time I was smoking a pack a day and since the hospital was no smoking I had 
to go out and catch a smoke every hour or so. Nurse Anderson also went out 
for a few minutes during every shift to get a bagel and a cup of coffee. 
But in the six weeks we had known each other we had never run into each 
other on our breaks. One day after beating grand pa at chess I when down 
for my smoke break. I walked out the sliding glass doors on to York Avenue. 
I had leaned against the wall a pulled out my pack of Marlboros, when I saw 
Lilly Anderson crossing the street from the deli. I waved at her and 
proceeded to light up took the first satisfying drag and smiled as Nurse 
Anderson walked up. 'Hi Lilly' I said cheerfully. 'I didn't know you smoked 
Will!' she said looking shocked. 'Yep I started right after my thirteenth 
birthday, I'm up to a pack a day now' I answered proudly. 'A pack a day! 
Don't you know that smoking causes lung cancer?' she asked concerned. 
'Sure' I replied quietly, 'but I enjoy it.' 'Enjoy it, Enjoy it!' she said 
in a tone of exasperation 'your grandfather is upstairs with inoperable 
lung cancer and you tell me you enjoy smoking.' I took a drag and inhaled 
before replying 'But Lilly I do enjoy it, and so dose grandpa he would 
still be smoking if you let him. Every one dies of something and surely it 
is better to die from doing something you enjoy than from random chance.' 
'But Will I don't want to see a nice guy like you end up in a place like 
this." She sniffed unshed tears bright in her eyes. 'If you keep smoking, 
having started at thirteen and already smoking a pack a day, you're almost 
sure to get lung cancer.' 'I know, I knew the risk when I started, but I 
always though I would like being a smoker, and I do.' I said, 'Lung cancer 
is part of the deal not a good part, but a part. Besides when I get lung 
cancer in fifty years or so the medical science will be a lot better, and 
if its not good enough well I will have enjoyed a lifetime of smoking.' 
Lilly smiled at me sadly, 'well I see your mind is made up. At least you 
know what you are getting into.' A glint of rueful humor showed in her 
eyes, 'and I have to say you do look good with a cigarette. Makes you look 
more mature.' 'Thanks' I replied. 'Your welcome, I'll wait till you finish 
your cigarette then we can go up and sit with your grandpa.' We sat out 
side for a while as I finished my Marlboro. I told her a little about how I 
started smoking. After that we would always go on our breaks together. When 
grandpa died 6 months later she attended the funeral and we have kept in 
touch ever since." Will concluded. 

"So you don't worry about the health risks because you don't let your self 
worry." Sara said. 

"Right I'm a smoker, I like being a smoker, smokers have an increased 
chance of getting lung cancer and that's that" Will confirmed taking a long 
drag on his Marlboro and inhaling deeply. 

"And your grandfather never regretted smoking?" 

"Nope, I talked with him about it and he told me it was something he never 
regretted and he encouraged me to keep smoking" 

"So you didn't try quit or cut back?" 

"On the contrary" William chuckled, "By the time I was a senior in high 
school I was smoking two packs a day." 

"But you don't smoke that much now." Sara said 

"Well when I decided to join the Marine Corps, I knew that I would have to 
cut back, and I did. As I say by the time I was a senior in high school, I 
was a solid two pack a day smoker, despite the fact that my varsity coaches 
were always nagging me to quit." Will took another relaxing drag on his 
Marlboro, the continued, "But I knew that to be in the shape the marines 
required I'd have to cut back and actually quit during OCS. So I started to 
work at cutting back, while I started to increase the length of my runs." 

Was it hard to cut back?" Sara asked. 

"You better believe it. Smoking really gets into your system. Not only was 
I smoking two packs a day, I was using smoking as a study aid, and a way of 
rewarding my self, when I accomplished goals. 

"What do you mean?" said inquired 

Well smoking is a very effective way of helping your concentration. So I 
would smoke a lot while I was studying, to help me concentrate. Plus I 
would use it as a reward for finishing a peace of work. You know how 
smoking makes you feel good, right?" 

"Yeah, It feels nice," Sara said. The thought caused her to reach for the 
pack of Virginia Slims. Will lit her cigarette then lit a Marlboro for 
himself. Will watched contentedly as Sara took a tentative drag and 
inhaled, a smile crossing her face as the nicotine stimulated the pleasure 
centers of her brain. 

Will took a drag and inhaled deeply then continued. "Since smoking is so 
pleasurable it is a good way to reward your self for a job well done. There 
is nothing like relaxing after a job well done with a celebratory 
cigarette. Smoking becomes a part of your life and letting go of it is no 
fun, especially since while you are missing the pleasure of smoking you 
body is telling you that it doesn't want to quit. So cutting back is hard 
and quitting is even worse. But I really wanted to be a marine so I started 
working at cutting back smoking a cigarette less per day cigarette every 
two or three weeks and running farther and farther each week. By the end of 
my sophomore year of collage I was down to half a pack a day and my running 
times were coming down too. I continued to smoke about that much until the 
beginning of spring semester senior year. I cut back to five cigarettes a 
day, two at breakfast with my coffee one after lunch and one after diner 
plus one after working out." 

"So you were still using smoking as a way to reward yourself even then." 
Sara Asked. 

"Sure" Will replied taking a long drag before inhaling deeply. "Pleasure is 
an important part of psychological motivation. It just makes good sense to 
use a pleasure like smoking as a reward to help build motivation. Take my 
smoking after working out. When I'm running for example I know that the 
faster I run my daily route the sooner I can enjoy a cigarette, so I push 
my self harder than I might other wise." 

That makes sense." Sara agreed taking a puff inhaling shallowly then 
blowing a plume of smoke into the night sky. 

"It makes all the sense in the world pleasure is one of the fundamental 
forces that drive human beings. Since human goals are long range and 
abstract, it is important for people to have more immediate pleasures that 
allow them to experience the present moment as a reward for their present 
effort. The reason people smoke is akin to the reason they enjoy the arts 
and articles on the achievements of others, the same reason that sex is so 
important for healthy human psychology. That is one of the reasons I'm so 
opposed to the antismoking movement, its view of why people smoke is just 
pain wrong, and as a result they are trying to suppress one of the greatest 
discoveries in human history, tobacco!" Will stopped and grinned sheepishly 
"sorry I guess I get a little emotional about the subject." 

Sara looked at him silently took a drag on the long all white cigarette and 
inhaled causing her breasts to push against her shirt. She exhaled sending 
a stream of smoke toward the stars. Then said quietly, "Will one of the 
things I like about you is what a passionate person you are." She paused 
took another puff. Again the inhale caused her breasts to swell against her 
shirt. The sight of this caused a swelling in Will's cock, which Sara 
noticed as she exhaled. She smiled roguishly at him "Talking about the 
importance of sex to healthy human psychology." 



TO BE CONTINUED..... 

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