Crypts, Part 2

Crypts
by an4@anon.lelnet.com
Part 2 of 2

She actually enjoyed watching her roommate smoke.
   Although she'd never admitted it to anyone, especially not to Charisma, she
had every person's natural curiosity about the habit. What did it feel like
and taste like, that sort of thing. Watching Charisma answered some of those
questions. She was a solid pack a day smoker, and since they were both taking
upper level, once a week courses, they were home together five or six hours a
day at least, sometimes more.
   It was so entirely natural. She would get up in the morning and light that
first cigarette, then walk into Elsa's room, sit down on the bed in her
underwear, and gently wake her friend up. 
   Yes, they were definitely friends now. 
   Elsa needed that morning wakeup. Alarms did nothing for. But Charisma knew
just how to touch her- gently along the cheek, pushing aside her hair. She
would wake up easy and her friend would be looking down at her, smoke usually
trailing out her nostrils- she seemed to smoke the entire first cigarette of
the day using nothing but these pretty nose exhales, slow and patient. Maybe
it was just to hide the morning breath.
   Every cigarette seemed special to her. She wasn't one of those women who
would light a cigarette and then just wave it around carelessly, almost
forgetting about it. Every draw was measured. The ash was constantly kept
round and trim. She would do other things while she smoked- read mostly, or
talk, but when she was talking she would pause, stopping until the inhale was
finished. She never brought the cigarette to her mouth for the sort of hard
fast draws that her friend Molli used. There was no impatience, no-	
   Nothing went ahead of her smoking.
   "Start ?"
   "I gave up masturbating and dating at the same time. It's easier. The tension
is killing me, but I find it makes me more creative, having all this built up
sexual energy." She drew on the cigarette and her eyes actually closed. She
tilted her head back and exhaled over Elsa. The smoke floated away. "I think
the next time I do masturbate, I may just explode- in a good way."
   "You're serious, aren't you ?" Elsa asked, putting Cromwell aside for the
moment.
   "About not masturbating, or about needing to if I saw you smoke ?"
   "Both."
   "Yes. Come on, just one cigarette ? For me ?"
   "But you just said-"
   "I've been creative enough to last me the rest of my college career the last
two weeks. I'd give it up in an hot second for one glimpse of sweet white
smoke pouring out of that pretty little mouth of yours."
   "Smoking as a means of providing you with sexual fantasy material ?"
   "I could use some. Until you moved in, I was getting plenty on the internet."
Elsa frowned. "You mean dirty pictures ? Like some naked woman-"
   "With breasts bigger than mine, smoking a butt with her twat ?"
   "First of all, no one has breasts bigger than yours-" She looked over at the
computer and added "Except Lara Craft. Second, you can't smoke a cigarette
with you, well, your you know-"
   "It's an orifice, and air can be drawn in and out of it. Therefore you can-"
   "I don't want to know."
   "God, sorry I put that image in your head. Now I'll never get you to light
up."
   "I wasn't on the fence," Elsa lied.
   Charisma smiled and drew on her cigarette, then swallowed hard on her beer
without exhaling first. She spoke through the exhale.
   "I don't get into the dirty pictures. I could, I mean, I have looked and some
of it is professionally done, as there's a growing market for it, but that's
not my idea of masturbation material. I can't do the porno logic ?"
   "Porno logic ?"
   "You know, where you put yourself in a situation with the model ? That's what
makes porno work- visualising yourself having hair pie for lunch-"
   "That's nasty," Elsa said, but she was laughing now. This was too weird. "So
if it's not the snatch shots, what is it ?"
   "There are stories. Come on-"
   She drew on the cigarette left in her mouth, something she never usually did.
But she reached down with both hands and hauled Elsa off the couch. 
   "Your education about the wonderful world of smoking begins right now, E."
She scooped up their beers and then went over to the computer. Charisma opened
Netscape and the modem picked up and connected her. She pulled down the
bookmarks and a url ending in byname.html loaded.
   There was a long list of urls. According to the heading, these were all
stories about smoking.
   There were hundreds of them.
   She keep going until she found one particular author.
   Sstoryman.
   She clicked on a link for Part 1 of Losing and Winning and then moved aside
so that Elsa could read.
   "That's the last story I pleasured myself to. It's got a little of
everything. Adult situations, secret smoking, teenage girls- there's nothing
like visualising a sweet young sixteen year old with a cigarette in her pretty
hand."
   Charisma continued to smoke while Elsa read. She finished her cigarette and
then immediately lit another as Elsa found herself first hitting back and then
going to the link for Part 2. And Part 3. And Part 4. And Part 5.
   By the time she was done Charisma had smoked three cigarettes and they were
both on their second beers.
   "I'm horny just thinking about it."
   Maybe it was the beers, and the wine, maybe it was that it was now actually
close to midnight, but Elsa looked at Charisma and asked a dangerous question.
   "Why don't the pictures work, but seeing me smoke would ?"
   "Because you actually smoking would be real. Pictures are just that. Static.
Even movies, well, it's already happened and try as I might, I don't have the
right type of imagination to make it happen for myself."
   "But the stories ? They work because ?"
   "I can make myself a part of it. I can put myself in Kim's place. I love
encouraging other people to smoke."
   "I've noticed-"
   "Hey, you should try it sometime. That's one of the reasons I would like to
be a famous author some day. I'm going to do just what my Mom does- tell
everyone that I smoke and I love it. I'm going to do the school lecture
circuit and-"
   "Maybe you should try to get published first," Elsa, teased.
   "Well, if the stories on this site count, I have a couple."
   "Which ones ?"
   "Modesty forbids."
   "Do people actually read these ?"
   Charisma clicked on the access statistics for these stories and when Elsa saw
the numbers-
   Then she cut the internet connection as Elsa finished her beer.
   "Do you want another ?"
   Elsa was slow to answer, so Charisma said "Trust me, E, you want another
beer. Really."
   "What if I don't need it ? What if I said that I'd smoke a cigarette for you
right now, Carrie ?"
   The look on Charisma's face was answer enough. Elsa expected her friend to
bolt to the table, grab the cigarettes and her lighter, and run back to the
desk at top speed. But instead, she took her by the hand and led her back to
the couch and made her sit down. She then sat across from her and smiled her
most devious I'm about to get what I want smile.
   Like any facial expression of Charisma's, it was beautiful.
   "You don't have to do this unless you really want to. But I would like to
know why you changed your mind."
   "Reading that story. I know those people aren't real, and he didn't write it
to make someone like me want to smoke, but that's exactly what it did. I want
to have a cigarette, just to see what it's like. And you know what, I hope I
like it. I hope, in fact, that I fucking love it. I've been watching you smoke
the last two weeks and I'm ready to actually feel what I've been watching you
feel."
   "Go ahead then," Charisma said levelly, hiding her excitement well.
   Elsa reached out and picked up the half-empty pack of cigarettes. She cracked
back the box top, pulled a single cigarette out, and lit it with the ease of a
person who had been studying the act for the past fortnight.
   She inhaled, although she knew that was unwise.
   Although she felt some slight nausea, what she most felt was a great light-
headedness. It was wonderful. She opened a small gap in her lips and exhaled
the smoke. Carrie's face melted into the sweetest smile. Her hand drifted down
over her tights and she stood up.
   "I'm going into the bedroom."
   Elsa stood up. "I'll go with you. You can watch me, and I can watch you."

   He refocused the binoculars. They were in Charimsa's bedroom. The blinds were
up, of course, because this entire block was deserted. Which is what made
watching them so easy. She was on the bed naked, masturbating like a wild
animal, on hand between her legs, the other stroking the nipple of one of the
most gorgeous natural breasts he'd ever seen.
   He cleared his throat as a reminder to himself.
   The other woman- the important one in all this- was smoking for her friend.
Long draws. Deep, wonderful exhales.
   He took out his cell-phone.
   "Agent Pondress, please."
   "Pondress," said a woman's voice almost a full minute later.
   "66 Exeter Street, Pohatten section. You have twenty-four hours, agent."
   "That's not enough," she said. He heard her draw on her cigarette and he
actually smiled, although it hurt him in some deep place to do so.
   "At least give me a city."
   "I've already given more than I should have. Good night, Agent."
   He hung up, annoyed. Always more with this one. She was never satisfied,
although he always gave her enough. Enough because she was good. Because she
understood, although she denied it.
   He turned his attention back to the show. There were occasional benefits to
this assignment, after all.
   Although watching these women die if Pondress failed. He forced that thought
aside.
   Charisma's head was arched back as she climaxed.
   Elsa lit another cigarette, drew on it, and then walked over to the bed and
placed it over Charisma's mouth. She pulled hard and her exhale was amasingly
slow and measured for a woman in post-coital bliss.
   For twenty four hours, he could enjoy this.
   After that-
   The weight of the gun hanging under his arm was enough of a reminder of what
might come later.
   He just hoped, as Charisma pleasured herself, that he wasn't going to come
now.

   "I'm glad I did that," Elsa said. "Really glad. But you know what. Now that
I'm wide awake, I don't want to study. It's Valentine's Day. I want to go
somewhere, smoke cigarettes, get drunk, and dance with you until I can't stand
up. You know a good club ?"
   "Straight, gay, or mixed ?" Charisma asked, somehow slipping her shirt back
on between two deep pulls on her cigarette.
   "Mixed, if that's okay."
   "Hey, one stop shopping is my bag. But we'll have to stop somewhere. You'll
love buying cigarettes. The first time is so exciting."
   "Just like that, I'm a smoker ?"
   "Girlfriend, after that show, if you aren't, the world is a miserable fucking
place."
   Elsa smiled. "I'm only sorry about one thing."
   "What's that ?"
   "That it took you two weeks to get me to smoke."
   "Well, you have years of not smoking to make up for."
   Elsa lit another cigarette. "I'm sure gonna try, girlfriend."
   They kissed like sisters and headed for the door.
   

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