Hot Lava, Part 2

Hot Lava - Part 2 of 2
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Kelli and Helena walked into Salvador's a few minutes after Jim and Carrie
left, just missing her husband by a matter of a red light at 14th street. If
she had seen him leaving, arm in arm with his partner, it might have given her
pause, what with the dreamy look that was in his eyes.
   They'd stopped at a convenience store on the way and Helena was proudly
holding the first pack of cigarettes from the carton that Kelli had insisted
on buying her, knowing full well what her salary was.
   "Smoking ?" The hostess asked, and led them to the same table that Jim had
just left. It had been cleared off, but when Helena sat down, just after she
lit the third cigarette from the pack with the relish of the unreformed
smoker, her foot brushed against something. She reached down with her free
hand and extracted a pair of high heeled shoes from under the table.
   
   Carrie was lying on the bed, naked.
   Jim was naked as well and his flag pole was stiff as a board and ready for
anything.
   Part of him couldn't believe he was doing this. The taint of unfaithfulness
hung on him like a wet sheet, but he kept thinking about what Carrie had
reminded him repeatedly on the way over. He was doing this- they were both
doing this- to save his marriage.
   Was it really in danger ?
   He thought back to this morning, to the blow job that Carrie had so
insidiously divined. Had he truly been bored ?
   Yes. The more he complained about his wife's habit, the more she tried to
placate him with sex. It was getting old. It was getting boring. Hard as that
was to believe, he was tired of it, and he never thought he would tire of sex.
Yet here he was, in a bedroom more smoky than his own, ready to have sex with
a woman who was far more open about her smoking than his wife.
   He mounted the bed, ready to do this thing.
   Carrie reached behind her head and pulled out a long white tube.
   He recognised it from his occasional night out with clients. The sort of
nights out that weren't really supposed to happen here at the tail end of the
twentieth century.
   It was a cigar tube, and she was wagging it at him.
   "Not until you've taken care of my needs, silly."
   She took a measured draw on the cigarette and smiled her best smile as he
crawled forward and took the cigar from her. He'd read the papers, so he knew
what to do with the tube. She was laughing now, not a mocking laugh but
something sweeter and less troublesome.
    If he'd been single, he might have been able to fall in love with that
laugh.
   Of course, if he were single he would most certainly not be here.
   He slid the cigar tube in gently, wondering if he should have lubricated it
first. But her appreciative moan told him he was doing an adequate job at the
very least. She continued to smoke, never closing her eyes or taking then off
of him. He continued to use the cigar to pleasure her. She lit a second
cigarette and continued to smoke and he understood this thing.
   Not only was she smoking for herself, but she was smoking for him.
   Her climax came right around the end of the second cigarette, and he found
that although he was still hard he wasn't thinking about what it would be like
to enter her. As he should be, here and now in the place, to do this thing.
But she had just climaxed and now she would certainly want another cigarette.
   Instead, she took the cigar from him and rescued it from the tube.
   "This is the last part of it, Jim. This cigar was inside me. You know what
you used it for. Now, you're going to smoke it, and while you do, I'm going to
take my turn with you. I want you to share the two difference experiences.
Mingle them. Make them one. You're going to smoke and have a marvelous orgasm
and then you'll finally understand."
   He wanted to argue with her, wanted to scream that this was all wrong, but he
was helpless to stop what was about to happen. He bit the tip off the cigar,
wondering at the strangeness of it. He was about to smoke a cigar and was
going to be a sexual experience- something that had always been a `with the
guys' thing was about to change.
   Everything was changing.
   He let Carrie light the cigar for him and she did it well, carefully avoiding
scorching the gentle tobacco. He pulled on it until it caught and he knew
without asking as she slid her head into his lap that she would want him to
share that smoke with her. He filled his mouth with it, held it, and then let
a stream of smoke go, watched it as it washed over her.
   She moaned appreciatively.
   And so did he.
   
   Mandi and Lara were standing by the Jetta. Lara was holding a cigarette which
she was smoking from at regular intervals and Mandi was watching her nervously
because she was sure that it was going to be her turn soon. After all, they
would need to all be smoking in order to drink. To that end, Lara had bought
several packs of Marlboro Lights 100s, one for Mandi and the others for
Helena.
   She hadn't mentioned to Mandi what Helena had told her when they went outside
for the next smoke break, which was that she made the bit about getting served
because they were smoking up as a spur of the moment lie to get Mandi to give
smoking a try. The truth was that her older sister knew all of the waitresses
at the Silver and that was why they were able to get served.
   Mandi was looking at the pack- at her pack- of cigarettes as Jane and Helena
pulled into the parking lot in Jane's Pathfinder. She had taken the cellophane
off the pack but she couldn't imagine that she was really planning to smoke
any of the cigarettes. Perhaps she could light one and just hold it.
   As if reading her mind, Lara looked at Mandi quizzically.	
"You know, don't you, that the cigarette won't stay lit if you just light it
and ignore it." That was a little white lie, but it was only half of one,
really. Cigarettes didn't burn as well if they were unattended.
Jane and Helena strolled over. Naturally, both of them were holding and
smoking the stronger golds. Smiling pleasantly, Jane introduced herself.
   "I'm glad you could join us. And glad you got here before eight. After eight,
they do card at the door, and that's a pain in the ass. Come on, let's go
celebrate. I understand that you were named president Mandi. Congrats."	
   "It was no big deal. I mean, you sister would have made a great president,
too."
   Helena laughed. "Better you than me. I have a feeling you'll do a great job.
But on to serious matters. Are you going to smoke one of those cigarettes or
what ?"
   "I don't suppose just holding the box and looking like I intend to is going
to do the trick ?"
   "No way," Jane said. "You have to be willing to be part of the club if you
don't want all of us to get into trouble, little lady."
   Normally, a phrase like little lady would have pissed Mandi off, as she was
sensitive about her short stature. But coming from Jane, it didn't bother her
at all. There was something so good natured about her that she just laughed at
the comment. 
   "Now, take one of those cigarettes out and light up."
   Mandi's hands were trembling, but she found the strength to extract a single
cigarette from the pack  without scattering the entire contents on the ground.
   She put the cigarette, which was somehow lighter than she expected, between
her lips. She could smell the enticing aroma of the tobacco. So different
unlit- it was almost sweet. She might not be looking forward to what it would
smell like lit, but in this state, it was very pleasant.
   Lara's excitement in the moment overtook her and she lit her friend's first
cigarette with a smile on her face.
   As Mandi tightened her lips around the filter, the cigarette nearly popped
from her mouth. But she managed to hold onto it with the fingers of her left
hand. Opening her lips slightly wider, she placed the cigarette between her
lips dead centre and drew on it. Smoke filled her mouth.
   It was not unpleasant and noxious as she often thought Lara's smoke was. In
fact, it was not bad at all. Her mouth felt different- alive.
   They began to walk towards the door and Mandi let go of the smoke without
inhaling. It drifted into the night wind, but some of it clung to her, and the
same second hand smoke she'd always found vaguely offensive instead smelled
pleasant as well.
   An understanding came to her. Your own smoke somehow was different than other
people's. She found herself drinking in the smell with her petite nose and
liking it.
   The four smokers walked into the bar and found a booth in the back. Almost
instantly, a waitress appeared. Jane ordered two pitchers of beer and three
baskets of nuclear wings. Mandi wasn't sure what a nuclear wing was, but she
thought if she could pull smoke into her mouth from a burning object, she just
might be able to handle nuclear food. Maybe what they said about smokers was
true, that they had a higher pain threshold. 
   The others were smoking and laughing, trimming ash into either of two glass
ashtrays.
   Mandi experimented with tapping the ash from her cigarette. This too was
easy. A simple tap of the index finger on the barrel of the cigarette relieved
the cigarette of the excess ash, leaving a conical burning end that was much
more attractive than the square end that you were left with if you didn't take
care.
   The other girls were talking and laughing- and smoking. Mandi was doing none
of those things. It was amasing to watch Lara and the others. They waved their
cigarettes around casually when they talked, inhaled in mid-sentence, exhaled
while nodding and smiling. In other words, they smoked but without the smoking
interfering in anything else they were doing.
   While she just held the cigarette fearfully, afraid perhaps of exposing
herself as a poser.
   "Are you just going to stare at that cigarette all night ?" Lara asked,
mixing just the right amount of scorn into the question.
   Mandi frowned. It was that obvious, after all.
   She brought the cigarette to her mouth and now there was a general pause at
the table as they all watched her. She placed her lips around the white
filter. It felt less unnatural this time. She knew that by breathing, she
could draw smoke into her mouth- into her mouth and quite possibly beyond.  
   No one spoke. This was a seminal moment after all, not as momentous as Hamlet
deciding against suicide, perhaps, but vital nonetheless.
   Pursing her lips to get a seal around the filter, she drew air through the
cigarette, reminding herself that she had actually liked the way the smoke had
felt in her mouth. But she wasn't planning to stop the smoke there.
   As she drew the smoke down over her tongue and into her lungs, the waitress
appeared with four glasses and two pitcher of beer. As she began to pour for
them, Mandi experienced a perfect moment in time. Everything slowed to a
crawl, each drop of beer draining into the glass seemed to take a life of its
own. There was a mild but wonderful euphoria to the moment, and Mandi
understood what it meant to actually be a smoker. She trimmed the ash as she
exhaled and then rushed to inhale again.
   She didn't know that she was being watched.
   Leah had just lit another cigarette, the last from the pack she'd started at
lunch with Kelli today. She looked down at her new high heels and smiled as
her friend's daughter, obviously smoking for the first time, discovered what
it was that made her mother and her friends so taken by the experience. She'd
rediscovered that feeling herself today, which was what had brought her to the
Silver. A need to celebrate, even if she was alone and in the house on fake
ID.
   A voice interrupted her voyeurism.
   "I can't help but notice that you're alone."
   Annoyed at the interruption, Leah turned to stare at whomever this man was
icily.	
   But the ice melted.
   Whoever he was, he was nothing short of gorgeous.
   He tapped the ash from his Marlboro Gold and smiled at her.
   "A beautiful woman should never have to drink alone," he said, his voice like
silk.
   "Hopefully you'd like to rectify that situation," she said with a wry smile
and the she drew on her cigarette, watching his dark green eyes. She saw the
appreciation she was looking for and a small giggle escaped her lips with
smoke.
   "What's humorous about it ?" he asked good natured.	
"I think you enjoy watching me smoke."
"That's what caught my attention. A beautiful woman alone with a cigarette,
enjoying herself. What could be more appealing to a man of taste ?"
Leah relaxed. She had the strangest feeling that she was going to have a great
story for Kelli tomorrow morning.
"A more private showing ?" she asked.
"That could be arranged," he replied.	
Mandi didn't see this interchange, but even if she had, she wouldn't have
cared. She'd come in her petrified that someone she knew would see her
smoking, but now- now she didn't care who saw her. She was going to do what
the other girls were doing- lighting one cigarette after another and enjoying
them all.
And unless something changed, she had something to tell her parents.

Nothing changed.
It was long after midnight. The girls had stopped drinking around ten and
waited until the effect of the beer had worn off to say their good-byes. Mandi
had been pleasantly drunk for about an hour, but now she was cold sober.
   There'd been a secret worry in that as well. She been afraid that once the
beer and fellowship wore off that she would find herself sitting in the
driveway alone, light a cigarette, and realise that there wasn't really
anything about smoking that she did like, that it had all been a mirage of
peer pressure and atmosphere.
   The car was very smoky. They'd both cracked the windows, the but the smoke
from both of them had still filled the car.
   She reached into her pocket and felt the slip of paper there. It was real.
   He had really given him his number, and even when she told him that she was
just a junior in high school, he'd said to call him. First thing in the
morning. They were having a party in his dorm and he wanted her to come.
   In more ways than one, she thought.
   Still, she was worried. What if the forbidden delight of drinking in bar and
flirting with college boys had given smoking a cachet that wouldn't stand up
to reality ?
   Swallowing hard, she pulled the thirteenth cigarette from her pack. An
unlucky number. Would she regret having smoked, or would she regret that Lara
had passed two packs of Marlboro Lights 100s to Helena.
   She used the car lighter to light the cigarette because it was- or at least
had seemed- fun to smoke in the car. She saw women smoking in their cars all
the time. They looked so fucking happy doing it, driving around, windows
cracked or down. You could always tell the smokers in wintertime by that.
   Drawing in the smoke, she understood. It wasn't about the bar or the other
girls.
   She loved this.
   As she drew the smoke deep into her lungs she admitted that. She fucking
loved to smoke.
   Getting out of the car, she started to worry.
   Okay, I fucking love smoking. I want to explode, I'm so happy.	
How do I tell mom and dad that ?
She blew smoke into the cold night air. She knew she'd lit this particular
cigarette for two reasons. 
One, to be sure.
Two, to show them.
The door was locked. That was odd. They never locked the door, especially when
she went out.
She fumbled with the key but finally unlocked the door.
Heard- was that giggling ?
She walked into the hallway and saw that there was a fire by the odd dance of
flame light.
Mom and Dad hadn't had a fire in the fireplace since Christmas.
Turning the corner, she was met with another surprise. There was mom and dad
by the hearth, wrapped in a blanket. They were sweating heavily and there was
an empty bottle of wine and two glasses on the hearth. They were both
sweating- and, well, she could see just enough of Mom to be sure of one thing.
She was naked. So was Dad, who-
Dad had a long cigar jutting out of his mouth. It made him look- Mandi
swallowed hard- quite sexy.	
Mom was blowing smoke that covered them both.
"Did you have a good time, sweetie ?"
Mandi swallowed hard. From where she was standing, they couldn't see the
cigarette in her left hand.
   "Mom, Dad, I have something I want to tell you."
   "Anything for our new president, honey," Dad said, his voice sweet and
slightly drunken.
   "I've decided to start smoking." To emphasise the point she lifted the
cigarette to her lips and drew deeply on it.
   Mom smiled. "Okay. Get an ashtray from the cupboard. Put in on your desk- no
smoking in bed, young lady. And we want to hear all about your night out- in
the morning."
   If that wasn't an hint, nothing was. Mandi skipped out of the room happily,
unbelievingly.
"I suppose I should have expected that," Jim said.
Kelli drew on her cigarette. "Of course, silly. She is a smart girl, after
all."
"You're really not mad at me ?" he asked, kissing her forehead.
"I plan to thank Carrie myself, Jim. She's given you back to me. And you were
honest about it. Just try not to make too regular an habit of it, okay ?"
"I'll try," he promised.
"Good," Kelli said. "Now, fuck me again like you just did."
   He willingly obliged.
   

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