Trina's Tale, Part 4

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TRINA'S TALE

4.	Epilogue.

   Well, that's pretty much the end of the story.  But I should mention a few
things to tie up some loose ends.  After that fateful evening, Kristin, Kim
and I began hanging out.  We'd never socialized much before.  But now that we
all smoked, it seemed natural to spend lots more time together.  That was an
unforeseen benefit.  We're closer than we've been in years.

   As you'd probably expect, Kristin rapidly returned to her old way of life.
For a while she talked about trying to limit her smoking to under a pack a
day this time.  But of course, that didn't work.  In fact, it never had a
chance.  The girl simply loves to smoke way too much.  Within a week Kristin
was smoking a pack and a half a day every day.  And, I might add, enjoying
every minute of it!  Kim tells me that Kristin goes through an entire carton
of Virginia Slims each week.  It's just like the old days.

   Amazingly, Kristin seems completely different.  She's so much more
relaxed, now that she's smoking all the time again.  Honestly, I'd forgotten
how much fun she used to be.  She got much crabbier as a non-smoker.  But now
that she's started smoking again, she's a pleasure to be around.

   Kristin and Rob are still together, going strong, I might add.  There's
been talk about them possibly getting married when she finishes her masters.
Rob was right, by the way.  He's smoking a lot more.  Being around Kristin so
much, I don't know how he could've avoided it.  I mean, Kristin smokes all
the time.  As a consequence, Rob's well over a pack a day guy now.  The
important thing is, he and Kristin are happy.  That's great.  And she doesn't
talk about it too much, but I understand they now smoke while making love.
My idea of having Rob give Kristin a smoky kiss that night really started
something.

   Kim's just delighted with how things turned out.  First of all, Kim was
relieved to finally have a smoking roommate.  Kim's daily cigarette
consumption skyrocketed after Kristin came back into the fold.  Now Kim
smokes as much as Kristin does.  I have to say, it's amazing to visit their
apartment!  There are ashtrays and open packs of cigarettes everywhere.  And
my God, the air!  Even if you didn't smoke, you'd get lung cancer just
breathing in there.  And of course, Rob's around the apartment every evening,
too, which only makes it worse.  Between Kristin and Kim and Rob, someone's
always got a cigarette going.  But you know what?  I really like that.

   And now for news about me.  This semester Roz and I moved off campus!
That's right, we moved out of the dorm, and in with Ellie.  I was so excited.
I won't go into the details, but suffice to say, when the opportunity arose,
Roz and I jumped at it.  Three of our four original roommates from freshman
year are finally reunited.  The fact that we’re all smokers made the
adjustment easy.  No one bitches about the apartment being smoky, and it is
smoky.  But that's great.  Serena and Juli were sorry when Roz and I left the
dorm, but they often come over to visit.  They're only sophomores, but we
still hang out.  I owe them a lot.  Without their help, Roz might never have
gotten hooked.

   As for Roz, she still smokes the full flavor B&H Menthol 100's.  She never
went back to lights.  Roz doesn't smoke as much as Ellie or me.  She probably
averages a pack a day, and more on weekends.  Oh, Roz loved the Tina concert,
by the way.  She did go with the money I gave her for the ticket.  She says
it was totally awesome.  But as much as she loved it, the concert didn't
change her life.  What did change her life was the fact that I made her smoke
to get the ticket.  Long after her musical tastes change, Roz will be smoking
those menthol cigarettes!

   It's been great rooming with Ellie again.  She's a great roommate.  We
both smoke Marlboro Lights 100's.  After I gave that pack of Benson & Hedges
Menthol Lights 100's to Roz, I never got around to seriously trying menthols.
That's okay.  I like my Marlboro Lights just fine.  The fact that Ellie and I
smoke the same brand is a blessing.  If she runs out, she steals a pack from
my carton, and I return the favor if I run out.  Overall, it's been great
living with her again.  Even before we moved in, Ellie introduced Roz and me
to her circle of friends, most of whom smoke, of course.  So I've been dating
a new group of guys, all of 'em smokers.  I won't say much about that, but I
admit I've had opportunities to smoke while having sex.  It is hot.  But you
knew I'd think so.  After all, I'm a smoker now.

   How much do I smoke?  It's hard to say, really.  I'm like Kim in that way.
I smoke more when I'm with other smokers.  Since I live with Ellie and Roz,
every time either of my roommates light up, I want one, too.  I probably
average between a pack and a pack and a half a day.  But there've been many
days I smoked two packs, especially on weekends when we're all partying.
God, I don't know what it is, but if I have a beer or two and I'm around
other smokers, I chain-smoke without even realizing it.  It's almost like I
can't stop myself.  Or maybe, it's more like I don't _want_ to stop myself.
I do love to smoke.

   A couple other things I should mention.  A few weeks ago, Ellie introduced
Roz and me to something new; cigar smoking.  I didn't realize it, but
apparently cigar smoking's become a chic thing.  One night Ellie surprised
Roz and me with three premium cigars.  She showed us how to prepare a good
cigar and how to smoke it properly.  Ellie loves her cigarettes, but she says
she also likes a nice evening with good friends, a good bottle of wine and a
good cigar.  Well, I found out that she's damn right!  Cigars are a similar
and yet very different smoking experience.  The smoke is much stronger, more
aromatic.  They say you shouldn't inhale, but I do anyway, at least a little.
It's quite a rush.  The last few weeks, the three of us have cigars together
once or twice a week.  Of course, Roz never has any money, so I buy hers.
But it's worth it.  It's been a great bonding experience for us as roommates.

   The other thing is, I have to tell you I'm still fascinated by the sight
of other women smoking.  I've never understood why, but if you remember, I
said that when I first started smoking I used to sit in front of the mirror
and smoke while I played with myself.  Well, that hasn't changed.  If
anything, now I do it more than ever.  I've always thought masturbation's a
girl's best friend.  But now I fantasize about the sight of myself, or the
sight of another gorgeous woman, smoking a nice, long white cigarette, and
sometimes even a big, long cigar.  It makes me so hot!  I've got lots of
female smoking friends now, and I pleasure myself thinking about one of them
three or four nights a week, the whole time getting turned on by how sexy and
seductive smoking is.  I love it.

   I finally told Ellie about my fascination with women smoking.  It was a
little awkward, of course, because Ellie is one of the girls I fantasize
about most.  I just adore seeing that gorgeous girl smoking!  So when I told
her about my fetish, I asked her if she thought it meant I'm a lesbian.  She
laughed.  She didn't think so.  After all, she remembers our contests
freshman year to see how many different guys we could fuck, and how fast.
But Ellie suggested maybe I'm bi-sexual, since I get turned on by women as
well as men.  You know what?  She may be right.

   After I told Ellie, she blew me away by telling me she's been with women
lots of times.  She says it's a marvelously different sexual experience.
Ellie even said she'd show me herself how it works.  I think she knows her
smoking really turns me on.  Well, I was fuckin' floored by her offer!  But
the more I thought about it, and I've thought about it a lot, I'm considering
taking her up on it.  She's my favorite to watch when she's smoking and, as
you'd imagine, I see her smoke a lot.  Ellie has such a beautiful face.  I
love her blond hair, big, round tits, and gorgeous chubby lips.  God!  I get
wet just thinking about smoke coming out of Ellie's beautiful chest and
flowing over those fabulous lips.  The thought of touching her luscious
breasts while she smokes makes me want to touch myself right now!  As you can
see, I'm seriously thinking about letting Ellie make love to me, so I can
learn how.  I'm intrigued by the idea of fucking her.  And if we smoke when
we do it, and I'm sure we will, then God, I think I'll explode with pleasure!
It's a little weird, but hey, Ellie's the one who turned me on to smoking
cigarettes, and then cigars, in the first place.  This sexual experiment may
be the next step in my emancipation as a woman.  I owe Ellie a lot, and I'm
looking forward to moving our relationship to a new and different level.

   Finally, I suppose you're wondering what happened with Dad.  As it turned
out, he never found out we smoke.  Mom called in mid-November, a few weeks
after we got to Kristin, to say that Dad left her for another woman.  We were
flabbergasted.  Fuck him!  Apparently he'd been having an affair for months
with his secretary at work.  He finally decided he wanted a divorce, and
dumped Mom cold.  Damn bastard!  I've talked to him on the phone a few times,
but none of us have seen him since he left Mom.  So I still don't think he
knows we smoke.  But even if he knew, he can't stop supporting us, because of
some stipulation in his divorce decree with Mom.  Dad had to promise to keep
paying our education and living expenses till we're done with school.  So,
basically, Kristin and I are home free!

   It's ironic how the timing worked out.  If Dad had left Mom a month
earlier, Kim wouldn't have tricked me into smoking; I wouldn't have bribed
Roz to try it; and Kim, Rob and I wouldn't have done the elaborate plan to
get Kristin hooked again.  Basically, I'm glad it happened the way it did.
Often everything works out for the best.  We three sisters don't need to
worry about Dad's disapproval, and we're free to smoke as much as we want
when we visit Mom.

   As you'd imagine, Kristin, Kim and I went home Thanksgiving weekend to be
with Mom and provide moral support.  Being there four days, there was no way
to keep our smoking secret.  So we decided to just tell her.  Mom was
surprisingly cool about it.  It confirmed my earlier suspicion, that the
anti-smoking sentiment in our household was the result of Dad's anal
tendencies.  Mom lets us smoke as much as want, which is incredibly cool.

   The next project for the three of us will be to work on Mom.  Visiting at
Thanksgiving, we found out that when she was in high school, Mom used to
smoke, too.  It sounds terrible, but you know what?  I'd love to see Mom
start smoking again with the rest of us!  And I think we can make it happen.
Dad hates smoking.  Right now Mom would love to piss him off, and that'd sure
piss him off, all right.  Kristin, Kim and I are going home for spring break.
Kristin and I have no classes, and Kim's taking time off from work.  Somehow
I know we'll manage to re-convert Mom, too.

   I'm not saying we'll have to tie Mom up, or bribe her, or trick her into
it.  The truth is, I don't think we'll have to.  I think we'll be able to
talk her into it.  After all, she's starting a new life now, a life without
Dad.  So it's a perfect time for Mom to make some changes.  Kristin, Kim and
I agree.  It'd be the icing on the cake to get Mom smoking with us after all
these years as a non-smoker.  And I suspect it'll be as true for Mom as it
was for Kristin.  Once a smoker, always a smoker.  Wish us luck!

THE END

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