Trisha, Part 3

Trisha
by smokingbeauties@yahoo.com
Part 3

Trisha had begun to notice that, for the last few mornings, she was waking up
and feeling a little uneasy.  She wasn't sure what exactly it was, and she
never noticed that the feeling went away once she had a cigarette with Jaimee.
She didn't know it yet, but she was in the early stages of nicotine addiction,
and the next few days would prove crucial in her development as a smoker.

She had still never said anything to Ron about her smoking, or her two
intimate moments with Jaimee, especially the one during which she climaxed in
a way she'd never experienced before.

Fortunately, because of their work schedules, Trisha was able to go home and
brush her teeth thoroughly before Ron returned, so he never once suspected
that she had been smoking.

Trisha had told him that she'd be going out for a little while with Jaimee on
Saturday night, an idea Ron smiled and wished her a good time to.

At about 6:15 P.M., Trisha realized that she was feeling very self-conscious
about her appearance, and she was seemingly going out of the way to look nice
for Jaimee.  She had also noticed that all day, the uneasy feeling was there
again.  She attributed this feeling to nerves.  After all, she'd never spent
time with Jaimee outside of work, and she wasn't sure what to expect.

At two minutes to seven, Trisha knocked on the door to Jaimee's apartment.
The door opened, and Jaimee welcomed her into her apartment with a smile.

"You've got a beautiful apartment," Trisha sincerely remarked.

"Thanks," Jaimee replied.  "Can I get you anything?  I just made a blender of
daiquiri's."

"That sounds great," Trisha replied.

Jaimee went into the kitchen and returned with a big glass of strawberry
daiquiri for each of them.

"These are great," Trisha said after swallowing her first gulp of the frozen
beverage.  "Probably shouldn't have more than one though if we're going to go
out."

"We could always stay here and watch movies or something," Jaimee replied.

"We can do that if you want to," agreed Trisha.  She hoped that Jaimee
wouldn't try to seduce her while she was drunk.

"Don't worry," Jaimee said.  "I won't take advantage of you."

Trisha had to admit that Jaimee seemed to know exactly what she was thinking,
no matter how bizarre the thought.  That was something that even Ron couldn't
do, and they'd been married for years.

Trisha sat on the sofa and Jaimee put a DVD in the DVD player on the
entertainment center.  Returning to the sofa, Jaimee turned the light off.

Trisha began to feel a little uncomfortable, but rationalized that she was
overreacting.  The lines had been made completely clear, and Jaimee agreed to
not cross them.

Before she knew it, Trisha had finished her drink, and Jaimee was in the
kitchen pouring her another.  By the end of the film, they'd each consumed six
daiquiris, and feeling the effects.

"Want a cigarette?" Jaimee offered.

"Sure," Trisha accepted, in her drunken state, eager to smoke again.

This time, Trisha lit her own cigarette, and immediately felt the uneasiness
she'd been feeling all day completely disappear.

"Ya know?" Trisha began.  "I think I really like smoking."

Jaimee laughed.

"I knew you would," she replied.  "And I've got to say, you look really good
smoking, too."

"Thanks," laughed Trisha.  "I think."

With their drinks exhausted, and the movie over, the two women talked for some
time, just getting to know each other.  Both suggested that they were having
too much fun to call it a night just yet.

"Wanna play truth or dare?" Jaimee asked.

Trisha laughed.  She hadn't played truth or dare since she was about Jaimee's
age, and the idea sounded enticing.

"Sure," she said with a smile.  "Can I have another cigarette first?"

"You don't ever have to ask me that," Jaimee said.  "If you want one, just
help yourself."

"Okay, thanks," said Trisha, who lit another Newport.

The smoke tasted wonderful.

"It's been a while, so you go first," said Trisha, exhaling a tight stream of
minty smoke.

"Okay," said Jaimee with a smile.  "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Trisha responded defiantly.

"How much do you like smoking?" her interrogator questioned.

"Well, it's not as good as say, sex," Trisha laughed.  "But it's pretty good.
I can see myself smoking for a little while."

"You've never seen yourself smoking," Jaimee teased.  "Not the right way,
anyway."

"What do you mean?" asked Trisha.

"It's not your turn to ask the questions, is it?" Jaimee teased, excusing
herself from the table.  "I'll be right back."

Trisha sat at the table, smoking her cigarette, wondering what Jaimee was
talking about.

Jaimee was only gone for about sixty seconds when she returned to the table. 

"Truth or dare?" Trisha asked.

"Dare," responded an equally defiant Jaimee.

"Shit," laughed Trisha.  "Now I've gotta think of something."

Jaimee laughed.

"Okay, I've got it," Trisha responded with a smile.  "Go out on the balcony
and flash your tits."

"You're evil," Jaimee replied.  "What if I don't want to?"

"A dare is a dare," Trisha replied.  "You can't say no."
 
Just as expected, Jaimee walked to the balcony of her apartment, slid the
sliding glass door open, and much to Trisha's surprise, completely removed her
shirt, exposing her two beautiful breasts.

Trisha couldn't help but stare at the sight.  As much as she hated to admit
it, she began to feel a wetness between her legs.  She hoped that Jaimee
wouldn't notice her blushing.

"Your turn," Jaimee said, returning to the table

"Dare," Trisha said, hoping that Trisha wouldn't make her flash her own
breasts.

"Really?" Jaimee asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, bring it on," Trisha responded.

Jaimee stood up again, a move which Trisha wasn't expecting.  What was she
doing?

Trisha watched as Jaimee reached into the pocket of her jeans.  Her shirt was
still off, and Trisha tried her best to not stare at her breasts.

"What are you doing?" Trisha asked.

Removing her hand from her pocket, Jaimee produced a small porcelain pipe and
a plastic baggie of what looked like dried oregano.  Trisha wasn't stupid, she
knew it was marijuana.

Jaimee said nothing as she took a small pinch of the weed and packed it in the
opening at the end of the pipe.

Still saying nothing, Jaimee raised the other end of the pipe to her lips, and
flicked her lighter.  She began to suck on the pipe as smoke began to faintly
billow from the weed at the other end.

Trisha couldn't believe what she was seeing.  Jaimee was smoking pot?she was
getting high.  She had never been in the presence of someone doing drugs
before.

"Here," Jaimee said, passing the bowl towards Trisha.

"No, thanks," Trisha said politely.

"That's your dare," said Jaimee, slowly exhaling the pot smoke from her mouth.

"I can't smoke pot," Trisha objected.  "Can't you come up with something
else?"

"A dare's a dare," Jaimee mocked.  "You can't say no."

Trisha didn't know what to do.  She'd never done any drugs before, and in
fact, she'd never even been offered drugs before.  She felt like she was stuck
in a corner with nowhere to run.

Saying nothing, Trisha realized she had no choice.  She reached out with a
trembling hand and took the bowl from Jaimee.

"What do I do?" she asked naïvely.

"Just smoke it as if it were a cigarette," Jaimee instructed.  "And hold the
smoke in longer."

Trisha apprehensively brought the porcelain bowl to her lips, closed her eyes,
and began to suck the smoke into her mouth.

Confident she'd taken a large enough hit to satisfy Jaimee, Trisha opened her
eyes and slowly inhaled the smoke.  It tasted different than the cigarettes
she'd gotten so used to, but it wasn't at all unpleasant.

"Hold it in," Jaimee said, taking the pipe back and taking another hit for
herself.

Trisha couldn't hold the smoke in any longer.  It felt as though her eyes were
going to pop out of her head.

"Now exhale slowly through your nose," Jaimee coached.

Trisha did as she was told, and to her delight, felt no effects at all from
the pot.

"I don't feel anything," she said.

"Sometimes that happens on your first try," Jaimee replied.  "Don't worry
though, I've got plenty.  You should try it some more."

"I don't know, Jaimee," Trisha responded.  "I've never done drugs before."

"It's only pot," Jaimee said, passing the pipe Trisha's way once more.

In her drunken state, the words made sense to Trisha, who conceded that it
wouldn't hurt to try it.

She took the pipe from Jaimee, and took another large hit.

After her fourth hit, she began to feel the effects.  She was getting high.
And she liked it.

"Now for the best part," Jaimee hinted, taking a cigarette from her pack.

"What's that do?" Trisha asked innocently as she watched Jaimee light up.

"Find out for yourself," said Jaimee with a smile.

Trisha reached over and slid a Newport 100 from the pack.

Placing it in her mouth, Jaimee flicked the lighter and offered the flame to
Trisha, who was eager to accept.

"What's the matter?" asked Jaimee, who noticed a grin on Trisha's beautiful
face.

"I think I'm hooked," Trisha replied.

"And is that bad?" Jaimee asked, taking another puff.

"Not at all," Trisha replied with a smile.  "But I've got to tell Ron."

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