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This fictional account contains adult language and graphic sexual themes. If such language and themes offend you please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2002 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing or using it. UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES 3. Help from Joanne. Rebecca rode to the park and lit up a cigarette behind the trees. She couldn't believe what was happening! Watching movies was totally out of character for her mom, to say nothing of swearing. She'd never heard Eileen swear, ever! Now she was laughing about it. But whatever it was, it was great. She took a long, hard drag on the Marlboro Light 100 and sucked the smoke deep into her chest. It felt good. God, she loved to smoke! Meanwhile, back home Eileen heard a knock on the door. She stopped masturbating and pulled herself together. She went to answer it. It was her friend Kathleen. She invited her in. After she reluctantly turned off the television they sat in the living room and talked. "We missed you at church Eileen," Kathleen began. "Do you feel okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I saw Madame Bufka myself yesterday. Remember how she cured Rebecca? I asked her to help me quit smoking. Believe it or not I haven't had a cigarette in 24 hours. It isn't even hard. I don't miss it. Like Rebecca I'm completely cured, Kathleen. It's great!" "Gosh, that's wonderful. I guess. I mean, it's great you finally quit smoking. But I still worry about you dealing with that psychic. This morning in his sermon Pastor Smith talked again about how evil psychics are. He says they lead to nothing but trouble." "Well what about me? Is it trouble that I quit smoking, Kathleen?" "Well, no," admitted Kathleen. "It's great. It's just that -." "You wish I was still puffing away on cigarettes? No, I didn't think so. How can you criticize Madame Bufka? How can Pastor Smith criticize her? It's not right. She's wonderful, Kathleen. I bet she could help you with your little problem, too." Her friend looked at her quizzically. "You know," Eileen teased. "Your problem?" With a wicked grin she made a circle with her thumb and index finger and poked her other index finger in and out. "You know? The sex thing? A month ago you said Frank never wants to have sex anymore. I bet Madame Bufka could fix that for you in a jiffy." "Eileen," exclaimed Kathleen. "That's personal!" "Yeah but it makes you mad, Kathleen. You told me. I bet Madame Bufka could turn that situation around. I bet she could work her magic to make Frank want it all the time." "My Gosh, I can't believe you're talking like that," Kathleen sputtered. She paused. "Do you really think so?" "Sure, why not? She healed Rebecca and helped me quit smoking. I bet she can give Frank the hots for you all over again, better than ever." Stunned by this candid description, Kathleen hesitated. "What's got into you, Eileen? Why are you wearing shorts? And why isn't your blouse buttoned all the way?" "Oh, this? Uh, well, I was just kind of hot, I guess," she fibbed. She _was_ hot but it had nothing to do with the temperature. "Anyway, Kathleen, just think about it." At that moment Rebecca returned. Eileen smiled. "Honey, come here and give Kathleen a hug." Rebecca froze. She just smoked two cigarettes and reeked of smoke. She couldn't risk her mom's friend smelling it. "I, uh, I have to go to the bathroom," she lied. "I can't wait, Mom. I'll be back downstairs in a few minutes." She bolted up the steps. "Do you see that, Kathleen? That poor kid never ran up the stairs without coughing and wheezing, that is, till Madame Bufka cured her. Rebecca was out riding her bike. Think about it. She never rode her bike before. She couldn't breathe. I tell you, if you have a problem it's the best hundred bucks you'll ever spend." "I don't know," Kathleen equivocated. "Pastor Smith says -." "Pastor Smith's a moron," Eileen shot back. "I don't know why he's got it in for psychics like Madame Bufka. If Pastor Smith had his way I'd still be smoking and Rebecca would still be gasping for breath. Think about it, Kathleen. Think about it hard." "I suppose you're right," she hesitated. She looked at her watch. "Eileen, I have to go. Tell Rebecca I'll see her next time. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. After all, you never miss church!" Eileen nodded. She couldn't admit it, but suddenly she had no interest in church anymore or in Pastor Smith either. At that moment she hoped never to see the inside of the church building again! But she smiled amiably at her. "Thanks, Kathleen. You're sweet. I'm fine, really, just a little worn out from quitting smoking, I guess. That's all." Kathleen got up to go, relieved her friend was okay. If she only knew, Eileen smirked. Everything _was_ fine, but not in the way Kathleen imagined! As soon as the front door closed, Rebecca bounded down the stairs. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. Did I miss Mrs. Johnson?" "Yeah, the stupid bitch just left." Rebecca smiled. "And why is she a stupid bitch, Mom?" "God! She thinks we're assholes because Madame Bufka helped us. Damn, do you believe that stupid bitch? Fuck her!" Rebecca shook her head. It was great hearing her mom use the same language that was welling up inside her head. "God damn it, Mom. I'm surprised you'd only call Mrs. Johnson a stupid bitch. I think she's a fuckin' idiot with her head up her ass! That's more like it!" Eileen let out a saucy laugh. "Fuck, yeah! Well said, honey. Perfect. But tell me. Why do you keep going outside to ride your bike? Don't you like being here with me? I think we're getting along fuckin' great today. Don't you?" "Oh, yeah, Mom. Great. It's just that -. Well, I've never been able to ride before. Now that I can breathe, my lungs just seem to ache for the stimulation of being outside." It was a fib but a necessary one. "I understand, Rebecca. I tell you what. Let's see if that James Bond movie's still on." Rebecca brightened. "Okay! You know, I really like the new you, Mom. I'm glad you don't hate TV anymore, especially movies that are sexy. I think we'll get along much better now that you're more progressive and open-minded.." "Yeah, I think so, too," Eileen agreed. She only wished she hadn't had to interrupt playing with herself. She couldn't do _that_ with Rebecca around, could she? Well she'd attend to that later with the images from the movie dancing in her head as she did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday morning Rebecca got on her bike as soon as Eileen left for work. Today she'd ride to the Givens house. She was out of cigarettes. She felt nervous as hell about it, but Madame Bufka hadn't steered her wrong yet. It was worth a try. If her mom's old friend reacted badly she'd just pass it off as a joke. Joanne Givens was a tall blond in her mid thirties with gorgeous, high cheek bones. When Rebecca last saw her, Mrs. Givens' face was all covered with unsightly scars, mementos left over from terrible teenage acne years ago. She hardly recognized Mrs. Givens when she answered the door. Her face was clear as crystal and she smiled broadly at the teenager. Joanne had on short shorts and a skimpy halter top with no bra underneath. It wasn't the sort of outfit Rebecca expected to see on her mom's church friend. Joanne's nipples visibly dimpled through the fabric. Rebecca tried in vain not to stare at the sexy outfit. It looked so damn good on her! "Well, well. Hi Rebecca. How are you? I heard Eileen took you to Madame Bufka. Now look at you! You're riding your bike and breathing with no problem. God, it's great to see you healthy for a change!" The always shy teenager blushed. "Thanks, Mrs. Givens. God, you look great, too." "I do, don't I?" The blond woman laughed lustfully. "Here to see Angela? She's not here, honey. Angela drove over to the mall this morning." Rebecca shook her head. Angela was her age. They used to play together till her asthma fucked it up and made that impossible. "No, Mrs. Givens, I came to see you. Can I come in?" "Sure," Joanne smiled, slightly surprised. "Yeah, come in awhile." Inside the house Rebecca smelled a lovely, familiar aroma: Fresh cigarette smoke! That's weird, she thought. Like Mrs. Johnson and most others in the church, Angela's mom had always been dead set against smoking. She used to lecture Eileen about it constantly. But now someone was definitely smoking in her house. Rebecca took a deep breath. "Mom and I went to see Madame Bufka again on Saturday, this time because Mom wanted her help to quit smoking." "Oh shit, no," Joanne muttered. "Why in hell did your mom do that? Is she nuts?" Rebecca stared in disbelief. Neither the language nor the sentiments fit her mom's old friend. Then suddenly Rebecca understood. She knew why Madame Bufka sent her here. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me, Mrs. Givens, but do you smoke now?" Joanne blushed. "Damn! The smell's obvious isn't it? Yeah, well, no sense hiding it. Once Madame Bufka cleared up my scars I became curious about smoking. It's funny. I used to harangue your mom about her smoking all the time. And now, here I am, smoking myself." Rebecca nodded. "And why do you think Mom's crazy because she wanted to quit?" Joanne laughed. "Well, you see, I never understood till now. I couldn't imagine why anyone wanted to smoke. But these days I do. Once I tried it I completely changed my mind. Now I can't imagine _not_ smoking! And that's why I can't believe Eileen wanted to quit." "How did Angela feel about you starting to smoke? And your husband?" "At first they were upset. It was a big change, me smoking in the house. I smoke way too much," she admitted with a giggle. "But I finally got Bob to visit Zita, Madame Bufka, about his back problem. Zita cured him and then he came around real fast. It didn't take long. Bob smokes all the time with me now," she said triumphantly, without a hint of apology. Rebecca was surprised. Robert Givens had been an elder in their church as long as she remembered. She couldn't imagine him with a cigarette! But it was beginning to make sense. Joanne went on. "Angela was tougher to bring around. She bitched and moaned incessantly about Bob and me smoking and everything else, too. I tried to get her to visit Zita. I knew it'd help if Zita talked to her. But Angela refused. She said Zita brainwashed us. She kept telling us about Pastor Smith's warnings and about how much we changed since we visited Zita. We did change, of course, but for the better. Finally I was desperate. I talked to Zita about it. We've gotten to be good friends. Zita agreed to help me by putting a little spell on Angela, to loosen her up a bit and change her mind about smoking. I shouldn't tell you this, honey, but it worked. Real magic. In less than twenty-four hours Angela turned the corner. She tried it and loved it. She started smoking along with Bob and me. She begged me to take her to see Zita so she could receive all the power we did and change just like us. One brief session with Zita and Angela became a completely new girl!" "Angela, my friend Angela, she's smoking?" "Yeah she sure is," Joanne sighed proudly. "It's why we stopped going to church. Once we had Zita's power we had no time for Pastor Smith's shitty, impotent teaching on Sundays. We just smoke at home instead. And Rebecca I bet you know exactly what I mean. Don't you?" She nodded. She did. It all fit. "Yeah I understand perfectly. That's why I'm here, Mrs. Givens. Madame Bufka, Zita, said to see you when I ran out of cigarettes. You see, after I saw her and got healed I got real interested in smoking myself." "Of course you did," smiled the older woman with no hint of criticism. "That's what I guessed. Listen, Rebecca, from now on, call me Joanne. No more of that Mrs. Givens shit. I consider you a peer now. Zita's right. I'll be happy to give you a few packs of cigarettes. In fact, do you want to join me for a cigarette right now? I'm ready if you are, honey!" "Oh God, yes. I'd love to have a cigarette!" Rebecca gasped with relief before she could stop herself. Inside her head the voice whispered. "You _should_ smoke with Joanne. You want to smoke with her. You fuckin' need to, bitch. You want to smoke more than ever, Rebecca! Never miss any opportunity to smoke!" Joanne casually handed the teenager her pack of Benson & Hedges. "I smoke these. They're stronger than your mom's Marlboro Lights. I bet you'll like `em better like I do." Joanne lit one up, then lit up Rebecca's. The youngster dragged on the B&H and inhaled the smoke. God, Joanne was right! These cigarettes were stronger, undeniably better! "Damn, Rebecca! You smoke like a pro," Joanne sighed enviously. "When you have a cigarette in your hand you turn into a stunningly beautiful, sexy and mature woman. God, I think smoking's _so_ damned attractive. It's sexy as hell. Don't you agree?" Rebecca eagerly nodded. She _did_ agree. Joanne was pretty anyway, but she looked absolutely ravishing with smoke coming out of her mouth. Her sexy little outfit did nothing to hurt that appeal either. "Yeah, I think smoking's cool, Joanne. It's really sexy." "God, it sure is," her friend's mother agreed. Joanne's eyes were fixed on Rebecca hitting on the long B&H. "You know, honey, sex is such a good thing! It pisses me off how Pastor Smith preaches against sex. Like smoking, sex makes us feel good. And that's not bad, is it?" "No, I guess not." Joanne smiled lustfully. "Tell me. Do you masturbate, Rebecca?" The teenager gasped. "What?" "You know, masturbate. Touch yourself. It's really nice, something every girl should definitely know how to enjoy." "I've ever done it," Rebecca hesitantly admitted. She couldn't believe she was having this discussion with Angela's mother! "Well, you should, you know. I can show you how, right now, if you'd like." Rebecca gulped. Her heart was racing. The voice in her head was whispering again. "Joanne's right, you know. Listen to this beautiful woman and do everything she tells you!" Rebecca dragged on the cigarette. She pulled a large deposit of full flavored smoke deep into her chest. She smiled wistfully while holding it inside. "Well, I guess I _would_ like to learn how," she admitted as smoke began escaping from her young mouth. "Excellent," Joanne sighed happily. She loved the sight of smoke coming out of little Rebecca's lips. "Start with your tits, honey. Touch them like this." She put her cigarette in her mouth and reached both her hands inside her halter top. She began to slowly massage her voluptuous breasts and twirl her nipples. "Oh, God, yeah," she groaned while simultaneously dragging on her dangling cigarette. "Fuck, yeah, it feels _so_ good! Now you try it, Rebecca, honey. Go right ahead!" Rebecca gingerly put her cigarette in her mouth. She touched her breasts. The feeling was electric! She'd never done it before but she felt herself getting increasingly aroused as her hands gently stroked them through her shirt. "Nice, huh?" Joanne grinned affectionately. "And now baby doll, unbutton your blouse. Unhook your bra and take it off. It's better if you can feel your nipples directly, honey, instead of through all that fabric." Rebecca began to unbutton her shirt. She thought it'd be awkward undressing in front of Joanne but it wasn't. Instead she felt all the more excited once her shirt was open. "Now the bra," Joanne instructed. "Take it off!" With cigarette dangling Rebecca unhooked her bra. It fell to her lap exposing her white breasts. She looked up at Joanne and with an evil grin began massaging them in plain sight. "Oh shit, honey! You do have such _nice_ big beautiful tits," Joanne groaned with approval. "God, they look so gorgeous. And doesn't that feel fuckin' good?" Rebecca groaned and nodded. It _did_ feel good, damn good! As she nodded an ash from her dangling cigarette fell to her lap on top of her bra. "Oh shit," she muttered. "Shit!" "Don't stop, honey," Joanne admonished. "A few ashes won't hurt. I'll sweep `em up later. For now just keep rubbing yourself. Yeah, that's it. I want you to feel so good!" Joanne kept time with Rebecca. She played with her own breasts and every so often pinched her nipples and moaned with pleasure. "Oh God this is so fuckin' good! And it's so hot to get to show you how to masturbate, Rebecca. It makes me hot to know that you're feeling the same nasty things I am right now." The older woman shivered with delight. Rebecca was breathing deeper now. The waves of pleasure intensified. She kept her cigarette in her mouth just like Joanne did. More ashes fell to her lap but she paid no attention. She pulled smoke in and out of her lungs while groaning in time with the mounting pleasure. "Okay, baby, it's time now," Joanne whispered frantically. "Unzip your pants. You need to find that sweet spot between your legs and touch it to finish this off right." She demonstrated, pulling down her shorts and thrusting a hand inside her panties. She was wearing a thong. "Yeah, right there, sweetie. Yeah, find your clit and start rubbing it. Oh God, that's good!" Rebecca did. Her fingers soon found her sweet spot. It was already wet inside her panties. An amazing sensation of pleasure erupted as she began manipulating her labia. The feeling literally took her breath away. "Oh my God," she gasped in ecstasy, inadvertently pulling even more smoke into her lungs. "Shit! What's happening? I feel like I'm gonna explode or something!" Joanne laughed wickedly. "Oh, you will, honey! You will explode," she agreed eagerly, gasping for breath herself. "You're gonna come, sweetie. Yeah, you're gonna come! Just let it happen, baby. Let go and let your body feel all the pleasure! It'll be fuckin' great! I promise!" The Benson & Hedges in her lips had burned almost to the filter. Ashes were everywhere. But Rebecca didn't care. She was focused only on the glorious sensation between her legs. It felt like something was about to break out, and suddenly it did. She screamed. Her spent cigarette fell from her lips to the floor. She didn't even notice. She just kept rubbing her clit and gyrating wildly. Wave after succeeding wave of pleasure overwhelmed her trembling enraptured young body. Soon Joanne joined her, screaming like a banshee with delight for a full minute or more as she came, too. Still gyrating herself, Joanne smiled proudly at Rebecca like a mother who just gave birth. With her hand in her own panties she gazed longingly at the half-naked teenager sitting next to her, who for the first time was enjoying the amazing pleasure of masturbation. "God, I told you it'd be fuckin' great," she gasped with devilish delight. "Didn't I, honey?" "Yeah, no shit," Rebecca acknowledged with a heartfelt groan. The intensity of her ecstasy was slowly subsiding though she still trembled violently. "Oh my God, Joanne," she moaned. "Thank you. That was fuckin' unbelievable!" Joanne leaned over to pick up Rebecca's cigarette from the floor. She crushed it in the ashtray. "Congratulations Rebecca. Today, honey, you became a woman. Now you know what to do so I expect you'll be visiting this special place again and again. Won't you?" "No doubt," the teen grinned back. She was still shaking. "Pastor Smith really says we're not supposed to do this?" "Nope, not allowed. It's evil," Joanne laughed scornfully. "Pastor Smith doesn't want you to feel any sensual pleasure at all. Sex and masturbation might distract you from his God talk. But I say, bullshit! Since Bob and I visited Zita I get fucked every night, but I still play with myself at least once a day, sometimes more. Like I said, welcome to the grown up world of being a real woman!" She paused. "Hey, Rebecca. Do you want another cigarette? I do, and I'm gonna have one." "Yeah, sure," the teenager grinned. Sweat dripped from her forehead. "I'd love one!" And it was true. Another of Joanne's stronger cigarettes sounded simply great at that moment. Joanne handed her a B&H and lit them both up. After her first hit Rebecca began to put her bra back on. "Oh no, honey. Wait a second," interrupted Joanne, expelling smoke from her nostrils. "We simply must do something about your awful wardrobe! Look at your dreary clothes. You're a pretty girl; they don't do you justice. You need outfits that show some skin, that call more attention to your lovely titties and that firm little ass! You don't want to keep looking all churchy, do you? From now on don't you want to show off that sweet body of yours?" "Yeah but Mom never lets me wear that kind of stuff. Though I do love your outfit, Joanne. It looks so sexy. To be honest I can't take my eyes off it, or you." "No of course you can't," Joanne grinned wantonly. "Thanks, honey. But don't worry. Eileen will feel different about how you dress now that she's received the power from Zita. She may not be smoking but I bet she's ditched her other old-fashioned ideas. I did. For example did you go to church yesterday?" Rebecca shook her head. "I thought not. After Bob, Angela and I got the power we didn't want to go either. It seemed restrictive, irrelevant. Your mom won't want to go next week or ever again. For you, my little bird, that means freedom from Pastor Smith's misogynist teachings." "Mis-what?" "Misogynist. It means hatred of women," she laughed dragging on her B&H. "Sexual freedom is something his church doesn't believe in or approve of. As you just learned, sexual expression is something I value very, very highly now. I'm so glad I initiated you. Now let's look in Angela's closet. I want you to wear home one of her new outfits." "Oh, Joanne, I couldn't." Picking up the ashtray Joanne moved toward the stairs. "Oh, bullshit, Rebecca. Angela's your friend. She won't mind. In fact she'll be delighted if you wear one of her skimpy new outfits. Bring along your cigarette and we'll find something sexy for you to wear!" Rebecca tromped upstairs behind her hostess. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and her breasts unencumbered. It made her feel daring, sassy to have Angela's mother see her that way. Ten minutes and another cigarette later Rebecca modeled an outfit Joanne insisted she borrow. It was a burgundy, skin tight halter top that showed plenty of cleavage along with navy short shorts. She also gave her one of Angela's choker necklaces. Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe the difference! "Damn," she whistled approvingly. "I look pretty good in this outfit." "Pretty good? God, girl, you looking fuckin' hot," laughed Joanne. "You're not as skinny as Angela so it's tighter on you. It looks terrific. Your long skirt and baggy blouse go in the trash. Have Eileen take you to the store for some real clothes, kid. I tell you what; if wearing this outfit and holding a cigarette doesn't get you laid, nothing will!" The teenager raised her cigarette to her lips for a long, mighty drag while she admired herself in the mirror. God, she _did_ look sexy smoking! Smoking made every woman look sexier, especially Joanne. She never noticed before but there was no missing it now. The little voice inside her head confirmed her judgment. "Yeah, you look bitching, kid. No mousy church-girl anymore! Finally you look like a bad girl who's headed for serious trouble, a girl who simply has to raise hell and have fun. Thank God you hooked up with Joanne and Angela. Not only will they supply you with cigarettes from now on; no telling what other good things will happen if you're with them!" "One last thing," Joanne interrupted, tipping her head to let loose a thick stream of smoke. "Get yourself a new name to fit your new image. Rebecca's so stodgy, so old fashioned. And you're anything but old-fashioned now, honey. You're a fuckin' fox!" Rebecca thought a moment. "Good idea. How about Becki? I think that's it," she announced. "I'll call myself Becki now, with an `i' not a `y.' I don't want to be Rebecca anymore. She's gone. I want to be Becki. I'm a new woman, thanks to you, Joanne." Joanne hugged the teen, drawing her body fully against her own. The feel of Joanne's skin touching her and the smoky smell permeating Joanne's blond hair made the new Becki feel wet all over again. For a moment she wanted to kiss Joanne, or something. But Joanne released her and she just smiled. Walking downstairs Rebecca, or Becki, asked a question. "You said Madame Bufka, or Zita, did something to Angela before Angela saw her face to face?" "Yeah," Joanne nodded casually. "She put a spell on her. It made Angela desperate to try smoking. I got so sick and tired of her bitching about it. It sounds terrible but I thought if she just tried it for God's sake Angela would see why her dad and I both like it so much. It worked." "It doesn't sound terrible," Becki smiled. "It sounds great. Hmm. I may have to see Madame Bufka again. Maybe I can get her do something about Mom's decision to quit." Joanne's eyes sparkled. "Zita will help you, honey. Especially if you wear that sexy little getup. She won't be able to turn you down. Zita likes the girls, you know." Becki cocked her head. "What?" Joanne laughed. "She likes girls. You know? She's bisexual, honey. Zita's a sucker for pretty young girls like you. Trust me. If you ask real nice she'll do whatever you want." |
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