Miss Vicki, Part 3

Article 2160 of alt.sex.fetish.smoking:
Message-ID: <145307Z19081995@anon.penet.fi>
Path: cocoa.brown.edu!agate!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!
EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi!
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.smoking
From: an284773@anon.penet.fi
X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.fetish.smoking
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Reply-To: an284773@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 19 Aug 1995 14:43:36 UTC
Subject: Miss Vicki Part 3 of 5 (long)
Lines: 193



Part 3


"Oh, mom, you know I do. I like the way they taste, with that nice cool
menthol and the way it feels when you let me inhale. You do too, don't
you? Isn't that why you gave me those puffs from yours last year, 'cause
you knew I'd like it too?", she answered, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Yes, honey, I guess so, but that's not exactly what I meant. I mean, do
you like it enough that you want to smoke on your own?", I replied.

"You mean, like, having my own pack and everything? And I could
smoke whenever I wanted, without you having to be there? Oh, mom,
could I?", she answered eagerly, with a surprised but happy look on her
face.

"Wait a second. I'm not saying you CAN, I just want to know if that's
what you want. This is a big decision, and I'm not going to rush into it", I
told her as her face fell. "I want you to think about how you felt today
when you came to me in the kitchen. Describe that for me", I said, in a
serious tone.

Vicki thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose I just really wanted a puff...
after all, I hadn't had one all day. I started thinking about it this morning
after I got up and saw that you were already gone, knowing that I
wouldn't be able to have any then, and I just couldn't stop thinking about
it all day. When we were at the beach, I was watching some of the
people there smoke, and that really made me want to too... it was like
there was something tickling me inside or something, and I just knew
that if I could have a few puffs, that it would go away. That's why I was
so glad when you let me have a whole cigarette all to myself. That one
felt so good. I would really like to be able to have that feeling some
more."

"OK, honey", I said, realizing that Vicki had just described a smoker's
craving better than I probably could. I now knew for sure, and so I
thought quietly for a moment before I reached a decision. It wouldn't be
fair to her now to force her to quit, since she was fairly innocent all along
in her becoming a smoker, and I didn't want to make her suffer the
agony of quitting because of my own thoughtlessness in allowing her...
no, actually, encouraging her to smoke, especially since I knew I
wouldn't quit myself. But, as today's episode proved, since Vicki now
needed to smoke regularly it just wouldn't be practical for her to keep
asking me for puffs as she had up to now. I had started something, and
now I had to finish it. "All right, Vicki. I'm going to give you permission to
smoke, starting when we leave here tomorrow. But here are some
ground rules. First, you don't smoke in public, at least not yet. You're not
even 14 yet, and I don't want us to get in trouble because you really
aren't allowed to do it legally yet. So keep it confined to inside the
house, in the car when we're on the highway, and in the backyard.
Second, you leave them at home unless you ask me if it's OK first.
Third, I don't want you to smoke too much. If I think you're having too
many, I take them away from you and you can only have one when I say
so. Plus, I want you to promise to be really careful about it, so you don't
burn anything. And finally, you don't let anyone else know that you
smoke, at least without asking me first. And that means everyone: the
rest of the family, your friends at school, even if they smoke too,
everyone. Got that?"

Apparently, this was all too much for her to grasp right away, since she
didn't seem to understand what I had just told her. "But why would I need
to have all those rules all of a sudden, mom? Why can't I just go on
doing what I've been doing?". And then suddenly it seemed to hit her.
"Are you saying that I can have my own cigarettes, and smoke just like
you?", she asked, breaking into a joyful smile. "Is that what you're telling
me? Can I, mom?".

"Yes, Vicki. You can smoke as long as you do as I said. Is that OK?
Promise to keep your  word?", I asked.

"Oh, yes mom, I promise. I'll be good about it, I promise. Oh, mom... I
never thought I would ever hear you say that to me. I've wanted to
smoke for so long, almost ever since I can remember, and you always
made it look like it was so nice, but I never thought you'd let me. Then,
last year, I just couldn't believe it that day when you gave me that first
puff... that was so good, I just loved it. And ever since, I really liked it
every time you let me have some more...  mom, do you think... could I
have one right now?", she said, in what was nearly a whisper, with a
tentative, wide-eyed look on her face.

"Well, I guess so, dear", I replied. "Go ahead, take one", I said, gesturing
at my pack. Vicki, realizing this was something else she had not done
previously, slowly reached for the package of Salem 100s on the
nightstand and gently shook a few loose. Withdrawing one, she replaced
the pack on the table and, looking at me, waited for me to move.
Remaining still, I told her, smiling, "Aren't you going to light it?"

Vicki smiled in embarassment as she reached for my lighter and, after a
moment of frustration, brought it to life. As she lit up for the first time by
herself, I reached for the cigarettes and took one as well. "Offer me a
light?", I asked in mock tones, as Vicki blew out a puff of smoke with a
smile and lit my cigarette for me as well. We then both sat quietly and
smoked together for the very first time, each enjoying a new experience
in different ways. I showed her how to exhale through her nose, which
she had never done before, and explained how that technique let her
retain some of the smoke she had inhaled for several breaths, which I
told her I had always found to be most satisfying. She seemed to like it
too after trying it a few times, although she told me as she finished the
cigarette that she was starting to feel a little light-headed. I told her that
she would overcome that very quickly, and that starting tomorrow
morning I'd make sure she wouldn't have to ever do without as she had
earlier today. For the first time Vicki appeared to me as a young woman,
about to emerge into a new and exciting part of her life. She looked
different somehow, and I knew that my little girl was growing up. I still
felt a little guilt over having gotten my daughter started on a path that I
knew could lead her to a lifelong smoking habit, but took some solace in
the mature way she had handled the situation so far.

The next morning I suggested with a subtle wink to Vicki at the breakfast
table that the two of us take a walk in the woods afterwards and she
rapidly agreed, realizing with a knowing smile what was in store. We headed
out immediately afterwards and as soon as we were out of sight of the
cottage I reached into my pocket for my pack and silently offered one to
Vicki while we continued to stroll. Still looking somewhat amazed, she
accepted it without hesitation and, taking one for myself, we both lit up
and each enjoyed our first cigarette of the day, with Vicki soon emulating
my long, deep, leisurely puffs and slow, repetitive nasal exhales, this time
with no apparent side effects as we enjoyed the sights and sounds of the
wilderness, mixed
with the fragrance of our Salems. We walked away from the cottage for
about 20 minutes before turning back, and shortly into the return journey
I felt a need for another cigarette, and lit up again. Vicki asked me for a
puff when I was not quite halfway through my Salem, seemingly not
wanting another full cigarette for herself just yet, but once she took a
couple of puffs she asked me if she could finish it and I agreed, lighting
up a fresh one for myself. Strangely, I found myself enjoying watching
my daughter smoke, since she seemed to gain so much pleasure from
the experience.

That afternoon we made our goodbyes, packed up our car and headed
out on the road for the long drive home. As soon as we had reached the
main highway I put the car on cruise control and reached into my purse
for my Salems. "Would you care for a cigarette, dear?", I asked Vicki as
I pulled one out of the pack for myself, knowing that she would likely be
reluctant to ask despite probably wanting one. "Oh, yes please, mom,
thank you", she responded, having not smoked since our walk, and
reached for the cigarette extending from the offered pack. "Try lighting it
yourself", I suggested, and she soon mastered the car's cigarette lighter,
puffing out a large cloud of uninhaled smoke as she established a light.
The car soon filled with smoke and we were forced to crack a window
slightly to allow some of it to escape. During the three-hour drive Vicki
smoked only the single cigarette until we were about 30 minutes from
home when, just after I had lit up, she asked quietly, "Mom... can I have
a puff?". Not really wanting to share this one, and looking to end her
former child-like behavior, I told her, "Oh, honey, why not just go ahead
and have a cigarette... just help yourself", I replied with a smile,
indicating the pack resting on the dashboard. Vicki didn't respond right
away, but after a minute or so of thoughtful deliberation, I saw her
timidly push the car's cigarette lighter in once more, and she reached for
my pack. Vicki took one and lit up again, and I noticed this time as she
worked her way through the long Salem that she was again exhaling
most of the smoke through her nostrils as I had shown her the previous
night.

An hour or so after we had gotten home and finished unpacking, I was
ready to keep my promise to Vicki and called her into my bedroom.
"Here honey, it's time for me to live up to what I told you last night. Take
these for yourself", I said, taking a fresh pack of Salem 100s from my
carton and handing them to her, "and you'll need one of these too",
giving her a nearly-new Bic from my collection of lighters. "Be careful
with that until you get used to using it", I cautioned her. She had a
somewhat unbelieving look on her face but I could tell that she was
pleased by my action. "Now, remember your promise... don't disappoint
me", I reminded her. "I won't mom... thanks... thanks so much", she
replied quietly. "You're welcome, Vicki", I said, placing my arms around
her shoulders and giving her a hug. "Come on, love... let's go into the
the living room and have a cigarette, shall we?", I suggested.

We seated ourselves on the sofa where a year ago I had first unwittingly
introduced my daughter to the pleasures of smoking, as she unwrapped
her first pack. After a moment's difficulty, Vicki was successful in
removing a pair of cigarettes and, handing me one, worked her lighter
and extended it towards me before lighting up herself. I gave her a few
tips on how I wanted to see her hold the cigarette, and how she should
always appear ladylike, but she didn't really need much further
instruction. She looked perfectly natural as she smoked, and over the
past year had developed a mature style of smoking that was very similar
to mine in terms of the length of her puffs, the depth to which she
inhaled them, and the time she held the smoke in her lungs before
exhaling.



More to come....


----------------------------------------------------------------------------
To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi.
If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized
and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this.
Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.

Previous part | Next part