A Perfect Saturday, Part 2

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Chapter 2: Waking

I had one of the nicest rooms in my fraternity house; it was a single room
with a small built in kitchen in one corner, around which I built a bar, my
bed was in a loft over my desk in one corner and a couch, chair, and TV
occupying the other side of the room.  I had a private bathroom, where most of
the house had to share a couple community bathrooms.  This was such a plus for
someone with a girlfriend, who otherwise would have had to use one of the
community bathrooms, while the guy would have to stand in the hall and keep
others out.  I also didn't have a roommate, another huge plus.  I lived here
because it was a lot cheaper than getting my own apartment.

The day I really noticed a change was when Kelly woke up one morning and had a
cigarette before she went to the bathroom to shower and clean.  She usually
slept either naked or just in panties, or in an oversized t-shirt (one or the
other was usually a sign of what was going to happen that night).  I usually
slept in my boxers.  This morning she put on a t-shirt as she got up and went
to make some coffee.  

After she had started the coffee, she went for a pack of cigarettes.  We both
smoked Marlboro Lights, although I think a longer cigarette would have suited
her better.  She was confident in lighting up (still no first inhale), but her
body language seemed to say, "I'm smoking, and I'm really enjoying it." I lay
in bed and looked down at her, watching her smoke at the bar while she waited
for the coffee to get done.  She didn't notice I was awake, and was almost
done with her smoke when I roused myself out of bed and came over to her.  

Kelly immediately noticed my morning wood, but seemed not to notice how much
of it was related to watching her.  She innocently asked, "Is that for me?"
with a little playful smile in her eyes.

I slyly said, "Always and at all times - we can crawl back into bed right now
if you want."

She smiled fully now, a good-mood smile with a hint of attitude behind it,
took the final drag of her smoke, and crushed it out.  She did her half-exhale
while crushing, then moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I don't
think we need to climb back into bed."  I saw some of the remaining smoke come
out and could smell it on her as she leaned in for a kiss.  Then she slid her
ass forward onto the front edge of one of the barstools and hiked up her
t-shirt, which was all she was wearing.  

She reached down and used my cock to pull me closer.  She kissed me again and
started to move down my neck as she reached into my shorts and started
tickling my balls.  She could be quite the tease.  My hands went around to
squeeze her ass (she was too close to properly fondle her tits).  

As she continued to kiss and tickle, I said, "You're in a pretty good mood
this morning!"

In between kisses she huskily breathed, "That smoke - really - woke me up
- and made me - a little horny - then you got up and - were ready to go.  . .
  "

She had now dropped my boxers to my ankles and was stroking me.  Her touch
felt almost electric this morning; it's usually pretty good, but there was
something different today that I couldn't put my finger on.  So I just went
with it.  It didn't take long and she was pulling at me to enter her.  I
scooted her a little closer and slid in.  She gasped and kissed me, our
tongues mixing while we rocked back and forth.  She leaned back against the
bar and wrapped her legs around my waist while I held her lower back to keep
her in nice and close.  

"That's it," she spoke softly, "Oh, baby, that feels wonderful-" as she
continued to make little moans, her breathing coming faster and faster.

"Mmmmm...  Ooohhhh... " was my reply.  I love seeing a woman orgasm and can
usually hold myself off pretty well until she cums.  

It only took a couple minutes and she threw her head back and cried, "Ooooo.
. .  ooooo...  OH YES!  OH YES!  Omigod, YES!  Ooohhh... "  She planted a hard
kiss while she kept moving around and I could feel her working her interior
muscles contracting around my cock.  I let loose a groan as I came in her, and
kept at in until the pumping stopped.

She looked in my eyes and said, "Mmm...  Good Morning!"  Then she kissed me
again as I slowly exited her.  I went around the bar for a towel to wipe
myself off and handed one to her.  She put it between her legs, and sat at the
bar while she reached for a cigarette.  She lit two (this was also something
new), handed me one and asked me to pour some coffee.  As she took her first
inhale, I saw how she was closing her eyes and savoring the after-sex smoke.  

I took my first drag as well and asked, "Is something special going on today?
I know we have morning sex every now and then, but it seemed different this
morning."

Through a talking exhale, Kelly said, "I just feel great today, even better
now (winking), and I wanted to start the day off in a spectacular way!"  She
took another drag, eyed me in sarcastically suspicious way, and exhaled, "Do
you have a problem with that?"

I kissed her and said, "Not one bit - I'd be perfectly happy if every day
started this way!  It just seems like there's something different, and it has
to do with your smoking."

"I thought you liked it when I smoke," she questioned with a slight frown.

So she did realize what her smoking does to me.  "No contest - guilty as
charged."

Switching tact, she said, "Let me ask you a question first - why do you think
it's sexy when I smoke?"

"I've never been able to put my finger on it, to tell the truth.  And I don't
think a woman that smokes is sexy; I think smoking makes a woman sexier.  Like
putting on the right make-up or wearing lingerie."

She pondered that for a moment, then, resuming her smile, "Okay, well, to
answer your question, when I got up this morning, I made the decision to quit
worrying about it and put some serious focus into smoking as a point to our
happiness.  I think when I crossed that line, it made my first smoke feel much
better, less stressful, and as kind of a metamorphosis, a change in how I see
the world."

"You did all that in the three minutes before I got up?"  I kidded.

"I've been thinking about it for longer than that, you goofball, but
essentially, yes, I made the decision this morning in the three minutes before
you got up.  What do you think?"

"I think it's about time, and I'm certainly all for it.  What can I do to
help?"

"I want to learn about different inhales, what you see as sexy, what are ways
to get more pleasure from a cigarette, things like that."

We talked more over coffee, and she went through another cigarette before
heading off to the bathroom.  I followed and shaved while she quickly went
into the shower, and we slid past each other as she was getting out, and I got
the distinct impression she made a casual swipe at my dick before moving past.
I liked this new side of Kelly so far, and was looking forward to spending the
day with her.

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