Kristy's Transformation, Part 7

   Kristy's Transformation 
   A Sexy Smoking Story by T.J. Hall 
   tjh2020@twmi.rr.com 
   Part 7 
   
   Thursday, August 9th 
   
   Over the next two weeks the swelling in my hand had completely 
disappeared and my black eye healed quickly. Kristy maintained her smoking 
at a healthy pack and a half a day level. It was easy for me to keep track 
of her intake because each of the last two Thursdays she was well into her 
last pack by the time her mom delivered her brand new weekly carton. She 
also began to sunbathe topless in her backyard. For the first couple of 
days, she only did this for brief stints when her mom wasn't home but, I 
got to give Mrs. Parker credit. She was true to her word. She never gave 
Kristy any grief about when she should or should not be wearing top. In the 
process, Kristy became increasingly more comfortable with walking around 
topless, whether she was outside in the backyard or even inside the house. 
Within a week Kristy had become fairly comfortable with going shirtless, 
even when her mom was home. Unfortunately, my work schedule kept me from 
enjoying this situation during the daylight hours. However, every night I 
noticed that her sunburned boobs were slowly transitioning into beautifully 
golden brown globes. I realized that by the time we left for school, the 
tan lines surrounding her tits would probably be a thing of the past. 
   The other positive thing that developed after the fight night was that 
the only time I ever saw Kristy wearing a bra was when she was around her 
dad. And, every time that he was home, as soon as we left the house, the 
bra would end up in my back seat and I wouldn't even have to ask Kristy to 
take it off. It was becoming automatic. I doubted that Kristy would ever 
admit it to me, but I could tell by the relieved look on her face that she 
enjoyed the comfort and freedom that being braless afforded. 
   
   Last weekend I enjoyed, for the first time, watching Kristy actually use 
her cigarettes to flirt with another guy. Since that day at the beach when 
I had first brought smoking and flirting to Kristy's attention she at first 
practiced her techniques with me. As expected, her initial efforts were 
rather forced and obvious, but, since Kristy had to be the best at whatever 
she did, her style quickly became far more discrete and effective. I never 
really talked to her about any of this, but I reinforced her efforts with 
my body language and my general attentiveness. I simply enjoyed watching 
her smoking style and breadth of techniques improve. She never failed to 
keep my attention and get me in the mood which was always her objective in 
the first place. But, last Sunday, we were at a backyard cookout at Tina's 
and I witnessed her using all her best moves on her ex-boyfriend Trevor. 
Here's the story. 
   Trevor and Kristy dated for maybe six months before she and I hooked up. 
Trevor was a year older than us and they broke up when he left for Florida 
State. So, we had been at Tina's for maybe a half hour and Trevor showed up 
with his current girlfriend Melissa. It took a few minutes for Trevor to 
greet all of his old friends and introduce Melissa to all of us and then, 
Kristy and Trevor kind of gravitated over to an umbrella table. I was 
standing with my buddies about 10 feet away, so I could hear most of what 
they were saying to each other. Trevor started the conversation by saying 
to Kristy, "Look at you. God you look fabulous and I can't believe you're 
now a smoker." 
   Kristy replied with a huge smile on her face, "Yep. I started a few 
months ago and I really like it." 
   "Well I just can't believe it. I mean you were always the non-smoking 
athlete type. It's amazing how you've changed!" Trevor exclaimed. 
   Kristy answered after lighting up a new cigarette, "Well Trevor, I guess 
I've grown up a little and besides, my athlete days are a thing of the 
past." 
   Trevor replied, "Well I really like how you've changed. Your smoking 
style is so sophisticated. It looks like you've been smoking for years. You 
look like a natural smoker." 
   Kristy answered, "Well thank you. Now tell me all about Florida State." 
   At that point I could have been jealous, but Trevor's girlfriend Melissa 
was a knockout in her own right. Even though her tits were slightly smaller 
than Kristy's, all the rest of her features could be summed up in one word, 
"Gorgeous". And, she smoked a lot. With Melissa, it was obvious that she 
had smoked for years. The drags that she took on her Marlboro's were always 
powerful and she inhaled deeply. Her voice had a slightly smoky, raspy 
sound that I found very, very sexy. In fact, I hoped that over the years 
maybe Kristy's voice might pick up the same deep, smoky and totally sensual 
sound. Consequently, I figured this little meeting between Kristy and 
Trevor was innocent enough. Trevor would never make a play for Kristy as 
long as Melissa were around. So, I had nothing to worry about. I stepped 
over to a different group of friends and I could no longer hear what Trevor 
and Kristy were saying, but I had a much better view of how they were 
interacting with each other. 
   Over the next fifteen minutes, Kristy chain smoked two cigarettes and 
she pulled out all the stops. She used talking exhales and double pumps. 
She blew long streams of smoke into the air to get Trevor to focus on her 
face and then she blew streams downward to get him to stare at the 
extensive cleavage that she was showing in her low cut tee shirt. I noticed 
that her nipples were poking out long and hard, just the way that they 
always got after I had been tweaking them for a few minutes. 
   When Kristy snuffed out her second cigarette, Trevor stood and headed 
towards Melissa who was doing a little smoking/flirting of her own with a 
few of the guys by the pool. Kristy walked towards me and hugged my arm for 
a few seconds before I wrapped it around her shoulders. "Well dear, did you 
enjoy your conversation with Trevor?" I asked. 
   "Oh yes. After all the things he told me about his first year at school, 
I can't wait until you and I leave for Central. I'm so excited. We're 
leaving in just a couple weeks." She answered with genuine enthusiasm. 
   A few hours later, we hopped up into my pickup and headed for home. 
After Kristy snuggled against me and lit a cigarette for the ride, I 
mentioned, "Kristy, you know what I liked best about this afternoon?" 
   "No what?" She asked back. 
   "I loved watching you use your cigarettes to flirt with Trevor." 
   "I did no such thing. I would never flirt with Trevor." Kristy 
protested. 
   "Oh yes you did. Honey, I've been watching you smoke since day 1 and I 
know when you're using cigarettes to flirt with me. Believe me, I know you 
were flirting with Trevor and by the smile on his face, I think he 
appreciated it." I countered. 
   "Well Tom, I apologize if I was. I mean it was a total accident. I 
certainly wasn't trying to flirt with him on purpose. It's just that when 
we broke up, we were still friends and I was just genuinely glad to see 
him. I honestly didn't want to hurt your feelings." She said 
apologetically. 
   I put her at ease. "Hey baby, I'm not pissed or jealous. I trust you 
completely. But, I think that's what I enjoyed the most. The fact that you 
were flirting with your cigarettes and you didn't even know you were doing 
it. You looked so sexy. I just loved it." 
   Now Kristy was embarrassed. "God Tom, I can't believe I did that. If you 
ever see me doing that again, please stop me." 
   I didn't help matters much. I replied, "Stop you! Are you kidding? I'm 
going to get my cam-corder out." 
   
   So now, it was Thursday morning, August 9thand we only had a little over 
two weeks to go before the start of school. It was just past 9:00 and 
Kristy was beginning to wake up. She tossed and turned in her bed for maybe 
fifteen minutes and finally opened her eyes. She glanced at her clock and 
barely noticed her cigarette case sitting on the nightstand next to her 
bed. For a brief moment she was conscious of the stale tobacco smoke taste 
in her mouth. This was the same taste that all smokers wake up to. And, 
like all smokers, Kristy had already learned to not only accept it, she 
dutifully ignored it. It suddenly dawned on her that all she was wearing 
were her thong panties. The tee shirt that she had worn to bed was crumpled 
up in a ball on the floor. She must have been hot in the middle of the 
night and shucked it off, she thought. 
   Kristy rolled around a little more. She loved the feel of the soft 
cotton sheets on her silky smooth, naked, and deeply tanned skin. She 
focused a little more clearly on her cigarette case. Next to it were her 
lighter and the ashtray. When she had fallen asleep last night, the ashtray 
held maybe six smoked cigarette buts. Now it was clean and empty. This 
wasn't that unusual. Kristy's mom frequently tiptoed into her room to empty 
the ashtray before heading off to work. 
   Over the last couple of months Kristy had gradually begun to realize 
that one of the best tasting cigarettes of the day was that first one that 
she smoked in the morning. She didn't yet know the reason why. She didn't 
understand that over the course of a long night of sleeping the nicotine 
levels in her bloodstream declined dramatically and when that first 
cigarette of the day tasted so good, it was her body's way of saying thank 
you for beginning again that all day long nicotine replenishment process. 
Kristy's habit had finally developed to the point where she actually began 
to look forward to that first cigarette as soon as she awoke. Now, her 
cigarettes were calling to her. For the next few minutes she ignored her 
mild early morning cravings. She didn't intend to light up until she was 
fully awake, but that didn't take very long. 
   Kristy sat up and fluffed her two pillows before propping them against 
the headboard so that she could sit up comfortably. Then, she slipped her 
fingers under the waist band on her thong. Within a couple of seconds she 
had slid the tiny garment down her legs and off her feet. Kristy stretched 
out her long legs and parted them slightly. The feint breeze generated from 
her ceiling fan felt nice on her newly naked pussy and Kristy paused to 
enjoy that for a few seconds. Then, she reached over and grabbed her 
cigarettes. She carefully pulled a fresh one out in the dim light that 
bathed the room. She fired up her lighter and took a quick but fairly 
strong drag on the cigarette to get it lit. Before exhaling, she placed her 
lighter back on the nightstand and took another very strong, cheek 
hallowing drag on the cigarette. She sucked the double pump of smoke as 
deeply into her nicotine deprived lungs as she could. Then, she held the 
inhale for over five seconds. She finally blew out a long, but rather thin 
stream of smoke toward the ceiling. Most of the beneficial elements of the 
smoke had remained in her lungs and this didn't bother her a bit. 
   Kristy closed her eyes as she held her cigarette in her left hand. She 
then began to gently stroke her tits with the palm of her right hand. This 
self touching always felt so good. Kristy loved the fact that her tits were 
so sensitive to even the gentlest touch. She loved how quickly her nipples 
responded and she really loved the way they felt after they got all thick 
and hard. She paused and opened her eyes a little to take her next long 
drag off of her cigarette. As soon as she pulled the cigarette from her 
lips to begin her inhale, she resumed the delicate massage that she was 
applying to her heavy breasts. 
   Come to find out, this was not the first time that Kristy was pleasuring 
herself while she smoked. It was actually the third. A pleasant and, as far 
as I was concerned, unexpectedly good development had taken place over the 
past two weeks. Apparently, the novelty of running around the house topless 
and then going out in public without a bra on had not yet worn off on 
Kristy. Whenever she was dressed (or undressed) in this fashion, especially 
when she was around other people, she always felt a little naughty. Maybe 
it was the naughtiness, I don't know. But, I do know that she also felt 
terribly sexy. So of course, these mostly subconscious feelings kept her 
more or less in a moderate state of horniness all day long. And, now that 
she was smoking over a pack and a half a day, she was inadvertently 
creating a strong link between smoking and feeling sexy. 
   It would be almost a month before I actually learned these things from 
Kristy, but when I did, I instantly remembered what Tawny had said that I 
needed to do. Somehow, I needed to create this smoking and sexiness link in 
order to get Kristy enthused about smoking during sex. Now, circumstances 
were accidentally taking care of this most necessary task for me. So, maybe 
a week earlier, Kristy had played with herself while smoking for the first 
time. She thoroughly enjoyed the experience although she had gotten a 
little dizzy before actually bringing herself off with her fingers. A few 
mornings later, she tried it again. This second attempt was every bit as 
enjoyable as the first except that this time, the dizziness didn't reappear 
and by the time she had smoked her cigarette down to the filter, she had 
worked her pussy through a couple of really nice orgasms. Later, she 
confessed to me that she actually felt guilty about how much she enjoyed 
this solo-sex. That said, within a couple days she was beginning to think 
about when her next opportunity for private and personal smoking sex would 
arise and today was the day. 
   Kristy waited over 30 seconds before taking her third drag of the day. 
She continued to massage her boobs and in the process, she was becoming 
seriously horny. Her pussy was moistening and heating up nicely. She would 
soon need to pay attention to that part of her body too. Despite the fact 
that she was so enjoying her boob rub, Kristy's right hand soon gravitated 
slowly downward across her flat stomach. As soon as her fingers came in 
contact with the outer folds of her pussy lips she let out a little gasp. 
"Oh this is good." She thought. She took her fourth drag and closed her 
eyes as she drew the delicious smoke deep into her lungs. Then she spread 
her legs a little wider and began to rub her pussy with the whole palm of 
her hand. She didn't even remember exhaling. Her hand felt so fucking good. 
   Kristy's body was taking control of her senses. It needed more 
stimulation and Kristy gladly gave in. With an almost reflex action, Kristy 
slouched back into her pillows. The rapidly building lust that was cursing 
through her body demanded that she move quickly. She bent her knees and 
pulled up her feet up to the point where her heels were almost touching her 
ass and then she let her knees fall to the sides. This really opened up her 
steaming crack to maximum self stimulation. Her breathing was becoming deep 
and rapid. Somehow, she managed to fight through the horny trance that 
controlled her and flick a long ash into the ashtray. This time, when she 
brought the cigarette back to her lips, she took a deep drag and decided to 
leave the cigarette dangling from the center of her mouth. 
   Now both hands were free to fulfill her needs. After a few more strokes 
with her right hand, she plunged her first two fingers as deeply into her 
cunt as she could. She gasped, and in the process she sucked down a nice 
lungful of smoke. But, she didn't care. Within seconds Kristy was furiously 
pumping her pussy with the fingers on her right hand and stroking her clit 
with the fingers on her left. She was panting now and with every quick 
breath, she inhaled more of the wonderful smoke that was so helping her 
body enjoy this personal and private moment. 
   Kristy was moaning now. Her eyes were only half opened and focused on 
nothing in particular. She was getting real close and her body was not 
going to be denied. She could feel her orgasm coming and she began to rub 
and pump harder. She breathed harder and moaned louder. The cigarette 
burned faster. Her hips were humping quickly to the rhythm of her finger 
fucking. Suddenly it came. She arched her back and gasped down a full 
lungful of smoke. She couldn't concentrate on exhaling. She had to work her 
way through the orgasm. By the time it subsided, a long ash had fallen onto 
her chest and Kristy didn't even realize it. She still had plenty of energy 
left and she badly wanted to get another orgasm. 
   Ten seconds later, she got her wish. And fifteen seconds after that, she 
came again. At this point she had virtually lost control of her senses. Her 
body was literally shaking with wonderful little spasms. This self fucking 
was incredible and she enjoyed every bit of it. It wasn't until she felt 
heat rapidly rising on her top lip that she began to take back control of 
her body. "Damn, my cigarette's burned all the way to the filter." She 
thought. She carefully pulled the spent cigarette out of her mouth and 
crushed the but in the ashtray. That's when she realized that she had made 
quite a mess. There were ashes all over her chest. Some were ground into 
the sheets and the rest had fallen onto the carpet. Kristy sighed and fell 
back onto her pillows. She stared dreamily at the ceiling and figured that 
she would deal with this mess later. Right now, she was still caught up in 
the afterglow of a very satisfying sexual experience. 
   Kristy stayed in bed for maybe five more minutes. By now her head was 
totally cleared and she felt invigorated. She swung her legs around and as 
she stood, she felt around under the sheets for her underwear. She found it 
bunched up in a little ball at the end of the bed. She stepped into her 
thong, grabbed her cigarette case and lighter and headed for the kitchen. 
As she entered the living room, she called out to her mom, but there was no 
answer. This didn't really surprise Kristy. She simply assumed that her mom 
had already left for work. 
   Kristy headed straight for the coffee pot and that's when she noticed a 
note that her mom had left for her on the counter. It said, "Kristy 
darling, remember that today's the day that I'm subbing for vacations in 
the pharmacy at store #82 across town. I probably won't be home until 
around 9:30 tonight. Your dad has already left for his drive to Miami. He 
won't be home until tomorrow night. Don't forget to do a couple loads of 
laundry and the vacuuming. Have a great day. I'll see you tonight. Love, 
Mom." Kristy laid the note back on the counter and poured herself a big mug 
of hot coffee. Then she headed into the dining room. 
   The newspaper was lying on the table and Kristy was thankful for that 
because she wouldn't have to get dressed to go out and get it. She sat down 
and took a big sip from her mug. Then, she grabbed her cigarettes and lit 
up. After starting the cigarette with a nice big double pump, she placed 
her cigarette in the ashtray and settled into reading the front page. For 
the next five minutes she focused on a few articles that sparked her 
interest and didn't really pay any attention to her smoking. It was 
interesting however, that her style completely mimicked her mother's. She 
would reach for her cigarette from the ashtray without breaking her focus 
on the paper. Then, she would automatically take a strong, cheek hallowing 
drag which she would follow with a deep inhale. After that, she only did 
breathing exhales, letting the smoke escape slowly from her lungs in tiny 
little jets of progressively thinning smoke that seeped from her nose and 
mouth with each normal breath. She smoked her entire cigarette that way and 
didn't even realize it. Kristy didn't even notice that her cigarette was 
finished until she reached for it and tried to suck out a final drag, but 
the cigarette had burned all the way to the filter and had gone out. That 
was fine with her. She crushed the but into the ashtray to insure that it 
was all the way out and resumed her reading. 
   By now, it was a few minutes past 10:00. Kristy looked out the sliding 
glass doors and noticed that the sun was already fairly high in the 
cloudless sky. "This will be a perfect day for sunbathing." Kristy thought. 
She stood up and headed back to her bedroom. She peeled off her thong and 
grabbed a beach blanket out of her closet and the suntan oil out of the 
bathroom. Then, she headed back to the kitchen and on her way out the back 
door, she picked up her cigarette case, a large plastic ashtray, her 
sunglasses and her phone. When she stepped into the bright sunshine, it was 
already about 85 degrees out. The difference in temperature between the air 
conditioned inside and the outside was instantly noticeable. Kristy walked 
to the far side of the pool and placed her towel on her favorite cushioned 
lounge chair. She first laid on her back for a few minutes to let the sun 
warm up her naked body. Then, she rolled over and grabbed the oil to begin 
the meticulous process of lubricating her entire gorgeous body. From behind 
her sunglasses, she glanced down at her tits as she oiled them up. Her tan 
lines were almost totally gone now and she was very pleased and defiantly 
proud of that fact. 
   When Kristy had finished applying a nice thick coating of oil to all 
parts of her exposed skin, she laid back and stared at the sun through her 
polarized sunglasses. Now her body really heated up. She could feel small 
drops of sweat forming on her chest and arms and especially between her 
legs. She spread her legs a little and now she could feel the warmth on her 
pussy lips. "God this feels so good. I just love sunbathing in the nude." 
She thought. 
   Kristy stayed motionless for maybe the next ten minutes and then that 
all to familiar urge for a cigarette interrupted her tanning. She carefully 
wiped the oil off of her hands on the towel and reached for her cigarette 
case. She pulled off the top and tried to shake out a fresh cigarette, but 
none appeared. She looked into the pack and saw that it was empty. "Shit." 
She said out loud as she placed the case back on the little table next to 
her lounge. She resumed her sunning. Her craving was not yet strong enough 
to motivate her into leaving her lounge chair and going back into the house 
for a fresh pack. But, Kristy was only able to ignore her desire for a 
smoke for about 10 more minutes and then she stood up and headed towards 
the back door. Both Kristy and her mom kept their cigarette cartons in the 
refrigerator door and Kristy made a beeline for the fridge. She swung open 
the door and another audible "Shit" escaped her lips. There, staring at her 
was an empty Newport 100's carton. Kristy crouched down and tried to see if 
maybe another carton or pack was stuck in a different compartment or on a 
different shelf. No luck. There were no cigarettes in the fridge. 
   Kristy was more bummed than upset at this predicament. The night before, 
Jill had said that she would come over around 11:00 and sunbathe with 
Kristy until she had to go to work at her waitress job at 5:00. "This is no 
big deal. I'll just wait for Jill." Kristy rationalized. 
   The longer Kristy sunned the more fidgety she got. "God, I really want a 
cigarette right now. Where the hell is Jill?" Kristy wondered. 
   11:00 came and went. Now it was 11:10 and still no Jill. Kristy decided 
to give her a call and just as she reached to pick up the portable phone, 
it rang. "Hi Kristy." The voice on the other end of the line said. 
   "Jill, where the hell are you?" Kristy asked with a noticeable sense of 
urgency. 
   "Oh girlfriend I was just about out the door to head over to your house 
when work called. They want me to work a double." Jill answered. 
   "Well are you going to?" Kristy asked, now sounding a little desperate. 
   "Kristy, I'm going to have to. I really need the money. But let's hook 
up tomorrow. Ok?" Jill replied. 
   Kristy paused for a few seconds. Rescheduling their sunbathing session 
was the furthest thing on her mind. Finally, she blurted out, "Ok Jill. Go 
ahead. It's just that I'm bummed. I really wanted to see you today." 
   "Oh Kristy honey, that's sweet. I wanted to see you too. The weather's 
supposed to be perfect again tomorrow, so, we'll get our rays in baby. 
Don't worry. I gotta go now. Luv ya girl. Bye." 
   "Bye." Kristy groaned as she hung up the phone. 
   "Goddammit. Now what am I going to do?" She thought. "I know what I'll 
do. I'll go get my book and read for awhile and just keep working on my 
tan. I don't really need a cigarette anyway." She attempted to rationalize 
internally. 
   Kristy tried to concentrate on reading. In fact, she read 5 or 6 pages, 
but it suddenly occurred to her that her eyes were reading, yet her brain 
wasn't absorbing. She glanced back at the pages that she had just turned 
and realized that she hadn't comprehended a thing. "This reading idea is 
not working. I know, I haven't had anything to eat yet today, that'll take 
my mind off smoking." 
   Kristy popped up off of the lounge and walked briskly into the house. 
She re-read her mother's note and decided to throw in a load of laundry 
before eating. She successfully wasted about 10 minutes while she stripped 
her bed and gathered up the rest of the dirty cloths. Then she started up 
the first load. Kristy wasted another 5 minutes making herself some 
macaroni and cheese. Then she flicked on the TV and plopped naked on the 
couch to eat her lunch. It was 12:20 before she again thought about 
smoking. But, this time, the cravings were stronger. She always smoked 
after eating and now she really wanted a cigarette bad. Kristy tried to 
think through her alternatives. "Let's see, mom won't get home with my new 
carton until 9:30 tonight. Tom won't be over until 8:00." It was becoming 
obvious to Kristy that she didn't have enough willpower to hold off smoking 
for that long. She had given up the idea of quitting weeks ago and now fate 
was playing a cruel trick on her. The last thing that she was prepared to 
do was go a whole day without a cigarette. 
   "Think girl, think. Aha, I'll call all my smoking girlfriends. One of 
them will be able to come over. This will be easy." Kristy grabbed her cell 
phone and called all the numbers of her smoking girlfriends that were 
programmed into the phone. She called 7 of her friends and only Tina and 
Ashley answered. They were both at work and wouldn't be able to come over. 
It was interesting that both girls sensed that something was wrong. Kristy 
didn't want to admit her predicament and assured her girlfriends that she 
was fine, just lonely. 
   Kristy's desperation was beginning to grow. She knew that she didn't 
have any money in her purse but maybe, just maybe she had one of her 
mother's credit cards. She ran to her room and spilled out the entire 
contents of her purse onto her bed. She rifled through her wallet twice and 
looked in every compartment of her purse. It was no use. She didn't have 
any credit cards. 
   Kristy was beginning to loose it but she didn't consciously realize it. 
She kept staring at her bedroom clock and she just wanted to cry. "God, it 
shouldn't be this difficult to just get my hands on one cigarette." She 
thought. Then, she had an idea. Unlike herself, who always smoked her 
cigarettes all the way down to the filter, Mrs. Parker occasionally left as 
much as an inch of un-smoked cigarette above the filter. "I'll bet I can 
find a few buts to smoke in the garbage." Kristy decided. She rushed into 
the kitchen and grabbed the garbage bag from under the sink. She spread 
newspapers out on the garage floor and carefully dumped out the trash. Her 
heart sunk when she saw as many as 30 smoked cigarette buts that were 
totally wet and stained with coffee grounds. Apparently, after Kristy's mom 
had emptied all the ashtrays in the house, she inadvertently poured the 
coffee grounds from the coffee maker right on top of the cigarettes. There 
wasn't a single partially smoked cigarette in the whole trash can that 
Kristy could salvage. 
   Kristy was so depressed as she picked up the trash. It was only 1:00 in 
the afternoon and her mood was declining rapidly. She no longer just wanted 
a cigarette. She had to do whatever it took to get one. She stepped back 
into the house and went through the mindless motions of folding the 
laundry. "I know, I'll vacuum the house. That will get my mind off of 
smoking." She thought. 
   Kristy pulled the vacuum out of the closet and began to energetically 
push it around the living room. What she soon discovered was that this 
didn't help. As she pushed the vacuum, her boobs were bouncing and shaking 
and this stimulation only served to rekindle her horny juices. She was 
getting mildly turned on and this only made her want to smoke even more. 
When she was almost done with the living room, she stopped abruptly and 
stood straight up. "Goddammit." She muttered as she looked down at her 
boobs and noticed that her nipples were totally hard. She roughly pressed 
her palms into her nipples, trying to get them to relax. "This vacuuming 
isn't working at all." She thought. "I can't do this topless, it's driving 
me nuts." 
   Kristy ran to her bedroom and tied on her tiny bathing suit top. Then 
she resumed her vacuuming but she was only going through the motions. All 
she could think about was smoking a cigarette. She never wanted anything so 
badly before in her life. She finished her chores around 2:00 and decided 
that she didn't care how far away her mom's store was. She would drive to 
it and get the fresh carton of cigarettes that she so urgently craved. 
   Kristy stepped into a denim mini-skirt and threw on a tight little tank 
top style white tee shirt over her bathing suit top. Then, she grabbed her 
purse and headed out to her car. As soon as she turned the key, two 
different gas level warning lights came on and a buzzer sounded. She gazed 
at the needle and it was well below E. This was a sudden and painful 
reminder to her that she had meant to get gas the day before, but had blown 
it off out of laziness. >From experience, she knew that she barely had 
enough gas to get to the corner station but even that fact was of no value 
because she had no way of paying for more gas anyway. She smashed her palm 
in anger into the steering wheel, turned off the car and sat in it for a 
few minutes cursing loudly for nobody in particular to hear. 
   Utterly depressed, Kristy finally walked back into the house. "What 
would her mom do under these circumstances?" She wondered. Just then, she 
thought of Mrs. Arnold. Mrs. Arnold was on her mom's bowling team and she 
only lived five houses down the street. Kristy was sure that she smoked and 
she was pretty sure that she was a stay at home mom with two little girls 
in grade school. She rushed out the door and literally ran to Mrs. Arnold's 
house. Kristy rang the doorbell and only waited about 10 seconds before 
following that up with a loud knock on the screen door. 
   Kristy was still panting when the door sprung open. "Hi Kristy. How are 
you?" Mrs. Arnold said in greeting. 
   "Oh thank God you're home Mrs. Arnold. I was afraid you weren't." Kristy 
blurted out. 
   "Well I am home. Come on in dear. What can I get you?" Mrs. Arnold asked 
graciously. 
   "Mrs. Arnold, you're probably going to think this is weird, but can I 
bum a couple cigarettes off of you? My mom won't be home for quite awhile 
and I, well, I ran out a few hours ago." 
   Mrs. Arnold had a sympathetic look on her face, "Oh you poor thing. God 
knows I know exactly what you're going through. But, I quit cold turkey 6 
days ago. Honestly, if you had a cigarette in your hand right now, I'd 
fight you for it. See Kristy, I know I don't have enough will power to quit 
if there were still cigarettes in the house. So, I'm so sorry dear. You 
have no idea how badly I wish I could help you out, but I just can't." 
   Kristy was crestfallen. She was incredibly disappointed. But she tried 
to put up a brave front for Mrs. Arnold. "Oh that's ok Mrs. Arnold. It's 
not that big a deal really. I just thought that maybe you could help me. 
But hey, good luck with quitting." 
   Mrs. Arnold thanked Kristy as Kristy stepped out of the door and headed 
slowly back down the street. 
   It was now 3:00 and the only thing that Kristy could think of to take 
her mind off of her now excruciating cravings was turning on her favorite 
soap opera. She stared blankly at the TV screen. Instead of focusing in on 
the story, she focused on the painful headache that had just started on her 
way back from the Arnold's. The intensity of the pain seemed to grow with 
each minute that passed. And now, each of those minutes seemed like an 
hour. Kristy sat there and silently prayed that an angel or a friend or a 
stranger would somehow miraculously show up and rescue her from her pain. 
   During the first commercial break, Kristy headed to the bathroom and 
gulped down a couple Excedrin. Then, she returned to the couch and just 
stared at the TV until the show ended. She had no idea what she had just 
watched and her head still throbbed. She plopped over and grabbed a pillow 
and began to cry. She just couldn't take any more of this torture. 
   
   I looked at my watch at 4:30 and was thankful that I only had another 
hour to work. We had poured over a mile of pavement that day and I was hot, 
dirty and tired. I already had my whole night planned out. It would take me 
a good hour to drive home, but at least I would be in air conditioning. I 
would first take a nice cool shower. Then, I would have dinner with the 
whole family for the first time in over a week. I knew that this would make 
my mother happy and then, I would go over to Kristy's around 8:30. The only 
thing we were going to do that night was hit a movie and I would be in bed 
by midnight. After the hard day that I was having, sleep sounded like the 
most inviting part to the whole night. Just then, my cell phone rang which 
surprised me because I didn't even realize that it was turned on. 
   "Hello" I said. 
   "Hi Tom. I'm sorry I called you at work, but I just had to talk to you." 
I could instantly tell from Kristy's voice that she was very upset. But, we 
had strict safety rules about cell phone usage on the job. 
   "Kristy, what's the matter? Tell me quick, I really can't talk right 
now." I tried to say as gently as possible. 
   "I know Tom. I need you to come to my house as soon as possible. Like as 
soon as you get off work." She begged. 
   "But darling, I was planning on coming over about 8:30." I countered. 
   "NO. I mean, just please come by for just a minute on your way home. 
PLEASE." 
   God, she sounded so depressed. How could I say no? 
   "Ok baby. Look for me around 6:30. Bye." I answered quickly and then I 
hung up when the foreman frowned at me for being on the phone. I got on the 
road right at 5:30 and would have called Kristy, but my phone had run out 
of juice. I must have kept it on all day. I wondered what the big emergency 
was and what had made Kristy so upset and depressed. I tried to hurry, but 
during rush hour this drive always took an hour and tonight was no 
different. 
   
   For the next hour and a half Kristy went through the motions of eating a 
little dinner. She also wrapped up her daily laundry and vacuuming jobs. 
But frankly, the only thing that she could focus on was her headache and 
the fact that it took an eternity for the hands on the clock to move. By 
6:00, she was pacing in front of the living room window, even though she 
knew that I wasn't going to be there before 6:30. By 6:15, she was standing 
on the front porch and staring down the street. She simply had to get to my 
truck the moment that I pulled into the driveway. 
   I turned onto Kristy's street and by the time I was three houses away 
from Kristy's, my beautiful girlfriend was waving to me from her driveway. 
Even from that distance I could see the straps of her bathing suit bra 
poking out from under her skimpy tee shirt and I wondered what that was all 
about. I pulled in next to her and before I even had turned off my truck, 
she had jumped into my front seat. I leaned over for what I thought would 
be a nice long kiss, instead, she gave me a quick peck on the lips and 
said, "Hi baby. Thanks for coming over early. Can I have a cigarette?" 
   "Sure baby." I answered as I fumbled with the half pack that was stuffed 
into the pocket of my work shirt. With my free right hand, I reached over 
and tugged at the tassels on the straps of her suit that stretched around 
her neck. The knot quickly disappeared and I asked, "What's up with this?" 
   It was a question Kristy wasn't anticipating. "Oh shit! Oh it's nothing. 
I totally forgot I was wearing it. Here, untie me." She said as she turned 
her back towards me and lifted the bottom hem of her shirt up to expose the 
bottom knot. With another quick tug this knot disappeared just as quickly 
as the top knot had and by the time Kristy turned back toward me, she had 
already yanked the bra out from under her shirt and tossed it behind the 
seat. "Come on, give me a cigarette." She said, half begging and half 
demanding. 
   "All right, all right, here you go." I replied as I handed her one of my 
Newports. 
   She literally grabbed it out of my hand. "Oh God, where's your lighter?" 
As she asked this question I was already trying to dig it out of my tight 
pants pocket. She grew impatient and jammed in the dashboard lighter. I had 
never seen Kristy this agitated before. Her hands were shaking as she 
waited for the lighter to pop out. 
   "Kristy just relax. Tell me what happened today. 
   "Oh I'll tell you in a few minutes. Why is this lighter taking so 
fucking long to pop out?" 
   I just stared at her as she tapped the filtered end of the cigarette on 
the dashboard, packing the tobacco more firmly into the white cylinder. The 
lighter twitched a little but didn't yet pop. Kristy suddenly snapped the 
filter clean off the cigarette and as the lighter finally popped out, she 
spun the cigarette around and put the clean cut end between her lips. Then, 
she quickly grabbed the lighter. Her hands actually shook as she drew it 
toward the jagged end of the cigarette. 
   Kristy lit the cigarette with a massive drag and as she returned the 
lighter to the dashboard, she inhaled all the smoke deeply into her 
nicotine starved lungs. She should have been overwhelmed by the volume of 
smoke that she had just inhaled. Instead, she tilted her back and half 
closed her eyes. After about five seconds, she blew a quick, but amazingly 
dense stream of smoke out of her mouth and immediately executed a powerful, 
4 second, cheek hallowing drag. She sucked that drag into her lungs and 
followed it up with an equally strong third drag. I was amazed at what I 
was witnessing. I had never seen Kristy smoke like that before and I loved 
every second of this show. 
   With the rapid surge of nicotine into her body, Kristy's nipples 
hardened almost instantly. I certainly noticed this but Kristy didn't seem 
to. She paused to do a couple breathing exhales. The smoke that flowed out 
of her mouth and nose was thicker and creamier than any I had ever seen. 
Her lungs were becoming starved for oxygen and her breathing quickened, yet 
she forced another huge drag of smoke into them. I just stared in 
disbelief. 
   Now I don't mean to trivialize Kristy's situation, but I have to say 
that seeing my ex-tomboy, ex-athlete, now gorgeous girlfriend working so 
very hard to force as much unfiltered cigarette smoke into her lungs as 
possible was at once both erotic and awe-inspiring. While this short little 
scene was kindling my curiosity, it was also turning me on immensely. 
   These events had only taken a couple of minutes to play themselves out, 
yet I was elated. After seeing Kristy take those massive first few drags, I 
instantly knew that she was now a full fledged and totally committed and 
totally addicted smoker. I could see that my dream was on the verge of 
becoming reality. 
   Kristy had smoked half of the filterless cigarette before she finally 
began to pause slightly between drags. That's when I asked her, "So darling 
you got to tell me what has gotten you so upset?" 
   She glanced at me and answered, "Oh Tom, I've had absolutely the worst 
day of my life. I woke up this morning and smoked two quick cigarettes. 
Then, I ran out." 
   "You mean to tell me that you haven't had a cigarette for like 9 hours?" 
I asked in disbelief. 
   "Yes. Nine hours of pure hell." Kristy sighed as she exhaled another 
dense stream. 
   "Well darling, I want you to tell me all about this awful day, but let's 
go inside." I suggested. 
   
   In the very short time that it took us to walk into the house, Kristy 
had sucked down two more quick drags. As we sat down on the living room 
couch, I noticed Kristy's cigarette now had only about an inch of un-smoked 
length left to it. She took one last drag on it and inhaled deeply as she 
leaned over and snuffed the tiny but out in the ashtray. Then, she turned 
to face me. Fairly thick smoke was seeping out of her nose and mouth as she 
gazed into my eyes. She had a sad, almost depressed look on her face. "Tom, 
please hug me." She asked. Kristy leaned into me and I hugged her firmly 
back. The feeling of her tits pressed against my side was very delightful. 
Just then I heard her kind of snuffle. She was trying to fight back tears 
but it was no use. Within 30 seconds she was totally sobbing. I tried to 
comfort her by saying that I was here and everything would soon be fine. 
All Kristy did was continue crying into my shoulder. I patted and stroked 
her back and said "There, there dear. Everything's going to be ok." 
   Kristy pulled her face from my shoulder. She looked into my eyes and 
said, "Tom, you just don't understand. Everything is NOT ok." 
   Now I was getting just a little frustrated. "Well how can I help you and 
understand what you're going through unless you share with me." I knew that 
she would appreciate the word "Share". 
   She frantically asked back, "Didn't you see what I just did?" 
   Her question confused me but I tried not to be unobservant. I stuttered 
out my answer. "Well yeah, I mean, well, that is, I know what-" 
   Kristy inadvertently rescued me and she was also calming down, but just 
slightly. "Tom, I just ripped the filter off of my cigarette and smoked the 
whole thing!" 
   "Yeah, I saw that. So, I mean, after the day you've had, I can totally 
understand why you did that. It's ok." I replied. 
   Kristy buried her head once again into my shoulder and began a fresh 
round of sobbing. Thankfully, this only lasted maybe 30 seconds. "God Tom, 
I wish you could understand." She finally muttered. 
   "Help me baby." I begged. 
   "Ok." She sat up and took a deep cleansing breath. "Tom, you see, I 
pulled that filter off and smoked that cigarette without even thinking 
about what I was doing. I was that desperate. Now, um, you see, I've only 
seen two women smoke like that, Dr. Stark and my mom, and after seeing both 
of them puffing on those cigarettes I vowed that I never wanted to get as 
addicted to cigarettes as they are. And well, and, now I know I'm just as 
totally addicted as they are and, I don't know, I guess I'm angry and 
pissed at myself for letting this happen." 
   I hugged her to try and comfort her, but, I was also trying to think of 
just the right thing to say. "Honey, I really don't think you are an 
addict. It seriously takes years before you become addicted and you just 
haven't smoked long enough. So, I just don't think you are addicted. But, 
apparently your habit is pretty strong and you have obviously developed a 
real need for cigarettes." 
   My response kind of upset her. "Fine Tom. You didn't just go through the 
day from hell that I did. So, as far as I'm concerned it's all semantics. 
You say "Need", I say "Addicted", whatever." 
   Now I suddenly realized that this was the perfect opportunity to throw 
her a curve ball. I could help make sure that her desire to quit was a 
permanent thing of the past. "Well honey, you know how a few months back 
you wanted to quit? Well maybe you really should think about doing it now, 
before you do become, you know, really addicted." 
   "Jesus Tom, don't you see? That's why I'm so depressed. There's no way I 
can quit now. I just can't go through another day like today. So, even if 
I'm not addicted, I have a really fucking strong NEED for my cigarettes!" 
She said, successfully making her point. 
   "Ok darling. Now I understand. I still want you to tell me all about 
today, but before you do, do you want another "Normal" cigarette?" I asked. 
   "Oh baby, you know what? I think I really do." She replied as she pulled 
a fresh Newport out of the pack that I offered her. 
   Now that she had finally begun to replenish her depleted nicotine 
levels, Kristy was able to calmly tell me most of the details of her awful 
day over the next 15 minutes. When I finally left, I gave her my remaining 
half a pack and told her that I would buy her some cigarettes on my way 
back. 
   
   As I drove to my house I replayed the events of the last half hour. I 
kept focusing on that word "Need". It was so much better and more powerful 
than words like "Want", "Like" and "Desire". Things that fall within these 
word categories are nice to have happen, but they are voluntary or 
optional. A "Need" has to be fulfilled. Needs aren't optional. I decided on 
the spot that I would no longer ask Kristy if she'd like a cigarette or if 
she wanted a smoke. From now on, I would only ask her if she needed a 
cigarette. 
   Funny thing is, my little semantic ploy worked. Within a couple of 
weeks, I never again heard Kristy say the words "Like" or "Want" in regards 
to smoking. So, whenever we'd leave the show, or a classroom, the first 
thing that Kristy would say as she lit up would be something like, "God 
this tastes good. I really need this smoke." And, I can't remember the last 
time she turned down a cigarette when I asked her if she needed one. She 
always needed one. 
   
   That night, on my way back to Kristy's I decided to try a little 
experiment. I bought her 2 packs of Newport 100's. Even though I knew that 
her mom would eventually show up with her weekly carton, I wanted to see 
whether Kristy would up her consumption over the next week to take 
advantage of the extra cigarettes that were now readily available. 
   It was 8:15 when I got back to Kristy's. She greeted me at the front 
door wearing one of her dad's old tank top style tee shirts. It hung so 
loosely on her that it almost looked like a shirt dress, except that the 
arm holes were so large, the shirt barely covered her boobs. It was a 
simple, but very sexy look. She had a lit cigarette in her left hand as she 
threw her arms around my neck and planted a smokey wet kiss on my lips. 
When she finally pulled her lips away from mine 30 seconds later, she used 
her whiney little baby talk voice to ask, "Honey, is it ok if we stay home 
tonight and watch a movie on TV? After all I've been through today, I just 
don't think I can sit through a 2 hour movie." 
   "That's totally fine with me Kristy. Here baby, I got you two more packs 
of cigarettes. I thought you might need them." I replied. 
   "Oh Tom, thank you so much. I actually was getting a little nervous. 
There are only two cigarettes left in the pack that you gave me. I guess 
I've kind of been smoking non-stop since you left and I was beginning to 
worry that if you were much later, I might run out again." She said. 
   We made our way over to the living room couch and I assured her, "Don't 
worry darling. Your terrible ordeal is over and I'm going to take care of 
you from now on." 
   As corny as my words sounded, Kristy took comfort in them and hugged my 
left arm as we snuggled together on the couch. Then, she looked at me with 
her big beautiful eyes and said, "Tom, you know how I said that I was 
addicted to smoking and you said that I wasn't?" 
   "Yea, I remember." I answered. 
   "Well let's just suppose that I am addicted to smoking, I mean, that's 
not really a bad thing is it? I guess I think there are lots of worse 
things to be addicted to like drugs and alcohol. Don't you think so too?" 
   I knew that she was fishing for some reassurances and she came to the 
right man. "Kristy, you are absolutely right. Can you imagine what hell 
your life would be like if you were an alcoholic or a drug addict? God, I 
shudder to think. I mean, as best as I can tell, smoking has actually 
improved your life." 
   Kristy was immensely pleased as she nodded her head in agreement. I 
continued. "I mean, your friends, your family, they are all pretty pleased 
that you've taken up the same habit. And, you'll never be thrown into jail 
for smoking too much. God there are just so many worse things in life than 
smoking and quite frankly, I actually believe that smoking is one of the 
good things in life." 
   She had the biggest grin on her face as she listened to my comforting 
words. Then, as she fired up her lighter to smoke her first Newport 100 of 
the evening, she said, "Tom darling, thank you. I needed to hear those 
words. I love you so very much." 
   
   
   
   
   

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