The Girls of Lakewood, Part 5

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Here's part 5...

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Chapter 5: Adult Problems


After they got up the next morning, the girls headed into the kitchen for
breakfast. After they ate,  Linda lit up a Salem and began her usual
double-pump. As she inhaled the second puff, she looked up to see the girls
staring at her like a pair of hungry baby birds. "Don't tell me you guys
smoke after breakfast... do you?", she asked incredulously, as the girls
quickly looked at each other before they each smiled shyly and nodded.
"Really? Well, OK... go ahead and have one then... I know how important that
first one of the day is," she said jokingly, as the girls quickly reached
for her pack and lit up themselves. They both found this cigarette to be
particularly enjoyable, and all three sat around the breakfast table for a
few minutes, chatting and smoking.  

The girls had one more cigarette together before lunch, after which Sara had
to return home. She really didn't want to leave, but she was expected back
and had no choice in the matter. After she was gone, Linda and Kim had
another cigarette together before they decided to go to a matinee movie. By
the time it was over, Linda needed a cigarette badly and had one as soon as
they got into the car for the drive home. Kim was by now feeling the desire
to smoke again herself, and asked her mom for one as she was lighting up in
the car. "Sorry, missy," Linda replied, "I'm not ready for anyone to see you
smoking just yet. Wait until we get home, OK?". Kim frowned but made do, and
as soon as they were in the house Linda lived up to her promise and gave her
daughter another cigarette, her fourth of the day. She had another after
dinner and two more in the evening before Hal arrived home.

He was grubby and unkempt after his weekend of roughing it with the boys,
and was later than expected getting back, so by the time he got himself
cleaned up Kim was almost ready for bed. Linda didn't get a chance to tell
him about the weekend's developments until after they had retired
themselves. Hal was starting to get a little amorous, and Linda really
didn't want to stop him anyway. After they made love, she lit up her usual
after-sex cig and they both lay back under the covers, enjoying the
afterglow. Linda decided this might be a good time to break the news.

"Something happened with Kim yesterday you need to know about," she began,
and started to tell him about how she had discovered their daughter's
smoking. "She told me she's been smoking since she was nine, and that she
smokes 5 or 6 times a day." Hal's face froze in disbelief as Linda
continued, "Sara Mackenzie and her started about the same time, and they've
been smoking together ever since. I couldn't believe it at first, but after
I made her smoke a cigarette I changed my mind. She definitely knows how to
smoke - she knows what to do, and she even inhales and everything - and I
think she was telling me the truth. She's been smoking for a while, that's
for sure, and I think she might have even started to crave them already. She
finally admitted to me that she didn't want to stop."

Hal seemed disappointed by the revelation. "Oh, shit... that's unbelievable.
Smoking at her age? Jesus... why did she have to grow up so fast? Damn...
so, what do you think we should do?"

"Well, after I saw her finish that first cigarette, we had a long talk,"
Linda related. "She wasn't defiant or anything, so that made it a lot
easier. She really is a good kid. But she made it pretty clear to me that if
I smoke, she thinks it would be hypocritical for us to forbid her from doing
it too. Honestly, Hal, I think she's right. You know damn well that if we
say she can't smoke, she'll just sneak around and do it behind our backs. I
know that's what I did when I was just a year or two older than she is now.
And I sure as hell don't intend to quit just to set some kind of an example
for her."

"No... I don't expect you would, and I wouldn't want you to anyway. At least
not unless you really thought you had to quit anyway," he quickly added.

"Don't worry, honey, you'll be the first to know if that ever happens. No,
I'm not going to quit, and like I said she had me over a barrel. So here's
what I told her. I said that she was probably right, and that unless she
started being unreasonable about asking, that I would let her smoke a little
bit with me. Just here in the house, at least for now, not anywhere else,
and not very much. I tried to scare her into not pushing for any more than
that by telling her it was illegal - which it is, I guess - and that we
could get in trouble if anyone found out, so we'd have to keep it a secret.
She seemed satisfied with that."

"Good god," Hal whispered. "I still can't get used to the idea of Kim
smoking. But, I suppose what you've done was about the only thing you could
do, realistically," he said. "Your hands were sort of tied, weren't they?
Not the kind of thing you'd want to advertise, though. So... did she smoke
any more with you after that?"

"Mmmm," Linda said, nodding in the affirmative as she lit another Salem for
herself. "Yeah... she had a few with me last night, and a few more today.
Her and Sara act like they've been smoking all their lives, from watching
the way they always wanted to have a cigarette. I think they'd smoke a pack
a day each if I let them. They're nearly as bad as me!," she chuckled, as
she thought she noticed the sheet on Hal's side of the bed start to form a
tent before he quickly shifted position. "But I suppose I shouldn't be too
surprised... Kim's always imitated me, and God knows she must have seen how
much I love to smoke for all these years. I guess it was only a matter of
time before she got curious and took to it herself."

Hal's face seemed a bit flushed, and Linda couldn't tell for sure if it was
from his earlier exertions or something else. He shook his head, saying,
"Geez, though...that's just amazing. But how the hell are we going to keep
it a secret if they're that stuck on it already?"

"Well, it might not be that hard. I know Kim is scared shitless that if it
gets out, she'll be cut off and have to give it up, and that's the last
thing she wants right now. So I don't think she'll say anything about it.
And Sara... well, Sara's bitch of a mom would crucify her if she found out
she was smoking, so I don't think we need to worry about that, either. By
the way, I decided to let Sara smoke here too. Kim made a point of asking if
it would be OK, and I couldn't say no. It seemed the only fair thing to do,
since her and Kim always smoked together anyway. I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's no problem," Hal agreed, poker-faced.

"So anyway, I think they'll keep their little mouths shut. At least when
they're not smoking!," Linda laughed. "You  know, it's hard to believe,
honey, but for all I can tell from the way they behaved this weekend, they
might have already been hooked on cigarettes anyway. I can't quite believe
it myself, but it seemed they were always looking to have another one
whenever I gave them the chance. I think they'll do whatever it takes to
make sure I keep on letting them smoke a little. And for what it's worth,
Kim does a nice job of smoking. It seems to suit her, and she handles it
like an adult," Linda added. Hal rolled close to her and she was pleased to
detect that he was erect once more. "Ooh, what have we here?," she asked
coyly in her most innocent, little-girl manner, deciding to see if she could
excite him even more as she took a long, sexy double-pump on her Salem. He
reached for it as she concluded her drag, removing it from her lips and
depositing it in the ashtray on the nightstand as he began to kiss her. She
began to breathe out and he hungrily took in some of her smoke as he mounted
her once more, and they began another torrid lovemaking session that
concluded in a thundering climax for both of them before he finally softened
and they separated, dripping wet and exhausted. 

Early the next morning Linda explained to Kim that her dad had agreed to
their arrangement, and that she shouldn't worry about smoking in front of
him. Kim was still a little reluctant, but when Sara arrived just after they
finished breakfast the girls' desire to smoke overcame their
self-consciousness, and they both enjoyed their first cigarettes of the day
in Hal's presence. Linda noticed that he seemed to observe them closely, and
she chuckled inside at how much she knew he was probably enjoying the sight.
"Don't enjoy it too much, you SOB!," she thought.

Over the next couple of years the girls' friendship and their cigarette
habits grew even stronger. Sara spent as much of her free time at the
Petersen's as she possibly could, for the smoking as much as the wish to
avoid her folks' near-constant fighting. During this time Bill and
Michelle's relationship had deteriorated badly, to the point where marital
relations had virtually ceased. Bill thought at first he was just
overreacting to Michelle's quitting smoking, but he soon came to realize
that she was as cold as ice now too, and when she talked to him at all it
was usually to make some sarcastic remark about him. Of course, Sara was
privy to none of this, but she saw the byproducts every day as the arguing
and sniping between her parents became more and more obvious. She had
revealed these domestic problems to her "second family" - they joked that
because of the amount of time she spent there they might as well adopt her,
and Sara sometimes thought that would be a good thing - and they tried to do
whatever they could to let Sara stay away from that environment if she
wanted to. 

After a few weeks of adjustment, Kim's smoking habit stabilized at about 10
cigarettes a day. She felt that could have smoked even more, but that was
all that her mom was willing to let her have, and she didn't want to risk
pushing too hard and ruining her freedom. Most of the time that was enough
to keep her satisfied, and she was able to smoke pretty much whenever she
wanted to throughout the day as long as she didn't exceed her quota. Sara's
habit was somewhat different, in that she initially only smoked when she was
at the Petersen's, and it was hard for her to be there enough to satisfy her
growing desire to smoke even more. She eventually struck a deal with Linda
after boldly asking to be allowed to take a pack with her one day when she
left, and she began to smoke surreptitiously elsewhere as well. She
eventually found a few places that would let her buy cigarettes, and her
dad's carton would supply her in a pinch as well. 

For Sara, the happiest times during this period were when she was with the
Petersen's, and not just because of the way they treated her. Her home life
was increasingly unhappy, as her parents were now barely speaking. Michelle
seemed to spend most of each day away from home at aerobics classes, or
working with all sorts of volunteer groups that seemed to get involved in
every trendy cause that came along, while Bill was spending more and more of
his time at the office or on the road for business. But when they were
together, it was obvious they weren't getting along at all. She tried to
understand what caused this to happen, but it seemed to her when she asked
that they didn't really know themselves. All they could say was that they
were having problems, were trying to work them out, and that she shouldn't
worry about it. But the vagueness of their answers, and the obvious failure
of either of them to make any progress towards settling their difficulties,
made her extremely unhappy. The strain made her want to smoke even more, it
seemed, and she also quickly reached the half-pack a day level. 

Linda Petersen supplied both girls with the cigarettes they needed during
this period. At first, she tried to limit them to only a very few per day
since she still was uncomfortable letting them smoke at all despite what she
had learned and the agreement she had reached with all concerned. But as the
girls constantly pestered her to let them smoke whenever she was around, she
eventually realized the futility of it all and allowed them a half-pack
daily limit. The girls may not have realized it yet but it was obvious now
to Linda that they had let themselves get hooked, just as she had suspected
all along. If they didn't know before, they almost certainly learned about 3
months after everything started when they had an overnight school trip.
Smoking was out of the question, of course, and neither of the girls seemed
to be concerned about it before they left. But when they were returned to
the Petersen's the next afternoon, both girls almost immediately asked Linda
for a cigarette, complaining about how they had missed it. Linda knew that
they were feeling their first really intense cravings, and watched with some
amusement as the girls smoked the cigarettes she gave them almost comically,
taking in as much smoke as they possibly could and inhaling it deeper than
she had ever seen them do before. It took no more than 15 or 20 minutes
before Kim asked her for another, and she decided to let both girls smoke
until they were satisfied. She let Sara hang around for a couple of hours
before she left somewhat unhappily, saying she didn't really want to go home
and face all of the difficulties she expected to find there.

But the problems of Sara's family were in sharp contrast to the life the
Petersens enjoyed. They seemed like a real family to Sara, and Kim enjoyed a
degree of support and harmony that Sara could only dream of. They took Sara
away with them on a long-weekend camping trip about six months after the
girls began smoking openly, and that was a real treat for both of them.
Since they were in an area where no one was likely to know them, and since
she didn't want to be bothered by their asking to smoke all the time, Linda
decided to give the girls a little liberty and gave them each fresh packs of
their own to enjoy as they desired. The girls took full advantage of their
freedom, smoking about two-thirds of a pack each the first and second days
and nearly a full pack each on the third day of the holiday. It was a real
hardship to have to cut back when they returned home, and the girls began to
fully appreciate how much they had actually enjoyed smoking more heavily.
The next year Sara was given permission to go along on a two-week long trip
with the Petersens to the west coast, and Linda allowed them similar
freedoms once more. This time the girls were able to each get up to a pack a
day within a few days, and stayed at that level for the remainder of the
trip. They now both knew for certain that they couldn't stand to go back to
their old arrangements for very long once they got home.

A couple of months before Kim's 14th birthday, Linda began to relax her
daughter's smoking restrictions. Kim could easily pass for 16 now, and was
turning into an equally beautiful but younger version of her mom. Linda was
no therefore no longer so concerned about Kim smoking publicly, and she
slowly began to allow her to smoke openly, first in the car, then at
restaurants and other places in her presence. Despite the fact that she had
now smoked for over 4 years in total, and better than 2 with her folks'
blessing, being able to smoke with her mom in a restaurant was still a big
thrill for Kim, and she loved every second of the adult feelings she felt
while doing it. On the eve of her 14th birthday, Linda called Kim into the
kitchen and presented her with her own carton of Salem Light 100s and a
lighter. "Honey, you've treated the permission I gave you to smoke a couple
of years ago very responsibly, and I think you're old enough now to take
full responsibility from here on out," she said. "Here, these are yours. As
of tomorrow, you're an adult in our eyes as far as smoking is concerned.
We'll still buy them for you, but how much and where you smoke is totally up
to you. Don't make me regret it, OK?" 

Kim squeezed her mom's hand, happy finally to be free of the childish
restrictions she had once thought were so liberal. Ever since she got back
from the west coast she had developed a nagging craving to smoke more
frequently, and the 10 a day she was allowed just weren't enough any more.
Over the past two years she had gradually started taking longer, more
forceful puffs, and now she had about reached the limit of what she could
take in with a single drag. Kim had also gradually learned to enjoy inhaling
deeply during this time, but now she wasn't getting the same satisfaction
out of what a year or two ago would have been an impossibly long hold. She
eventually decided to try learning her mom's double-pump technique as a
possible solution. She knew what to do, but was afraid of losing her lunch
the first time she tried it. Nevertheless she finally did it one day out of
sight of her mom, and was astounded by how good it felt and tasted. She
actually experienced a bit of light-headedness from smoking for the first
time in ages, and knew that she would have to do this again. When she
finally did it in front of her mom for the first time, Linda didn't fail to
notice it, smiling at her knowingly, and took it as a signal that her
daughter's habit was reaching another level. Kim had been asking her mom for
a cigarette more and more often, and Linda was starting to allow her a
couple more each day. After meals now she let Kim smoke two or three in a
row just like she did, and her daughter never hesitated if presented with
the opportunity to smoke one more cigarette. The combination of these
developments led Linda to reach her decision, and this was the news Kim had
been wishing for. 

It took no more than a few days for Kim's habit to gain momentum and by the
end of the week she was consuming almost a pack a day, just as she had while
on vacation. She had known ever since she got home that she needed to smoke
more frequently now, for the cravings she had been feeling lately were
stronger than any she had ever experienced and she hadn't found an effective
way to totally satisfy them. So she had looked forward to finally being
allowed to smoke freely, thinking it would eliminate the urges once and for
all while also allowing her to enjoy her smoking just like her mom did.
Given the freedom to smoke as much as she pleased, it was as if a dam had
burst and she quickly took advantage of the situation, smoking more and more
often each day. It did feel wonderful to eliminate the cravings, like she
expected, and as she had gotten into smoking in a major way she began to
enjoy her heavier habit even more than she originally anticipated. She loved
the satisfaction she felt being able to smoke whenever she wanted, and she
also felt very grown-up whenever she smoked in public. But she had no clue
about what would start to happen to her next.

Kim was surprised to discover that after a few short weeks where her
pack-a-day habit left her feeling extremely satisfied, the cravings
unexpectedly returned, every half-hour or so, stronger and more insistent
than ever. She soon learned that the more she smoked each day, the more her
body seemed to need her to smoke thereafter, otherwise the intense cravings
became nearly overpowering. Kim realized she really hadn't solved her
problem by being allowed to smoke more; instead, she began to slowly
understand how she had given herself over to the habit, and why her mom had
been so devoted to it for so long. She started to worry if she would ever be
able to totally eliminate the cravings, and whether she could ever achieve
an equilibrium with her body's demands. She began to develop an obsessive,
nearly insatiable need to smoke, which finally stabilized about 6 months
later, to her relief, at about a carton a week. 

Linda had observed the changes in Kim's smoking pattern and recognized
exactly what was happening to her daughter. She wasn't at all surprised that
Kim had become such a devoted smoker herself now, since she had started at
such a young age. Linda knew from her own experience that once she became
accustomed to cigarettes, it was almost inevitable that sooner or later she
would end up giving in to it. That's what had happened to her years ago, and
the same thing was now happening to her daughter. She still felt a little
sad that it was her example that had led her to this point, and she heard a
couple of disparaging remarks from others in their circle of friends when
Kim's behavior was first revealed, but she felt that Kim would have gone
down this path anyway regardless of whether she had condoned it or not. As a
result, Linda believed that she had done the right thing by letting Kim
smoke openly for the past few years, and she was glad that her daughter had
stayed close to her and Hal during these difficult times for a teen. It also
pleased her to see that Kim had begun to really enjoy her smoking now, and
Linda was glad to share with her daughter the same pleasure and
gratification she had enjoyed alone for so long. 

By now Kim had developed the same minor physical side effects from smoking
as her mom, and her hair and clothes constantly smelled of tobacco. But to
her surprise, Kim no longer cared about these things, because she now
understood now exactly what Linda had known for all these years. She knew
finally what it really meant to be a smoker, knew firsthand how much she
loved being able to satisfy herself by inhaling her smoke as deeply as
possible, as often as possible. Kim could make herself desperately crave a
cigarette now just by thinking about it, and she would never miss an
opportunity to smoke if at all possible. She loved everything about it, the
sensations inside her when she inhaled, the taste, sight, and smell of it,
and of course the relief and satisfaction she experienced by giving her body
the smoke it now demanded. She believed now that she had probably been
destined since birth to be a smoker, and this was just the realization of
that destiny. Given that, she resolved to simply enjoy her habit from here
on out and not be concerned about what others might say or think. 

While all this was happening, things were not so wonderful for Sara. A few
months after she returned from the west coast, her parents called her into
the living room one evening. They looked unhappy, but these days that wasn't
too unusual. Her father sat her down and began to speak to her. "Sara,
there's something we have to tell you," he began. "It's no secret that your
mother and I haven't been getting along for the past while, and we haven't
been able to work things out. Please, Sara, understand that we both love you
very much and all we want is what's best for you."

Sara didn't like the way this conversation was heading. She looked first at
Michelle, then back at Bill. Both had tight-lipped grimaces on their faces,
and her mom was stifling a sob. Almost afraid of what the answer might be,
she asked, "So what are you trying to tell me?".

Bill replied, "We've been thinking about how to try and work things out, and
right now it seems the only thing that might help is for me to leave here
for a while." Sara gasped, as he continued. "The company offered me a job in
that big oil field project over in the Middle East, and I decided to take
it. I leave next week. The good news is that with the bonuses they pay for
me to go over there, I'll be able to take care of you better than I ever
could if I stayed here. But I'll be gone for six months, and we'll see what
the situation is when it's over."

Michelle decided to jump in. "We're considering it a trial separation,
honey," and as Sara heard the word "separation", she suddenly felt a void in
the pit of her stomach. Her mom continued, "I don't know what happened
between us, but we're hoping that some time apart might help us see some
things differently about each other. You've got to understand, Sara, that
this has nothing to do with you. About the only thing we both agree on these
days is that all we want for you is the best, and like your father said, we
both love you very much."

After a few more minutes Sara was no longer hearing the words they were
telling her, because she had gone numb. Once they had finished talking, she
got up and wandered into her room. She lay on her bed for a while,
blank-faced, before it finally started to hit her and she began to cry
uncontrollably. After about 10 minutes of wallowing in her sadness, she
began to compose herself. She decided she needed to discuss this with her
second family, and gathered her things, cleaned herself up in the bathroom,
and headed over to the Petersen's house.

She arrived to find Linda and Kim upstairs in the sewing room, working on a
quilt they had been trying to finish for months. Two cigarettes smoldered
between them in an ashtray, and as she walked in their friendly greetings to
her froze in mid-air as they saw her ashen face and red eyes. Linda quickly
closed the door and pulled a chair close to theirs, motioning for Sara to
sit down. "What's wrong, honey?," Linda quietly asked, offering Sara one of
her Salems and a light. Sara's hand was shaking as she held the cigarette to
her lips, and she began to tell her news. The quilting project was quickly
put aside as Sara broke down and again began to cry. 

Linda and Kim tried to console her as best they could, by telling her
whatever positive things they could think of on the fly, but it was really
no surprise to either of them based upon what they had heard prior to this.
After a time they relocated to the family room and there they spent most of
the evening, trying to help Sara adjust to the devastating news that her
parents were splitting up. Countless cigarettes were smoked by all three of
them that night as they tried to help her cope with the stress, before Sara
eventually felt better enough to return home. After she left, Linda and Kim
sat around for a while discussing the developments. Linda offered, "You
know, Kim, I'm really not surprised by this. I feel terrible for Sara, and I
hope she can survive this OK, but that mother of hers... something happened
to her a few years ago. I don't know what, but she seemed to change. If she
treats Sara's dad halfway as bad as she treated some of us, I'm amazed that
he's hung on this long." 

**

End of Part 5

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