Leslie, Part 5

LESLIE - PART FIVE

What a wonderful day it turned out to be, I was now sitting next to the girl
who I worshipped.  The day seemed to last forever, which was fine by me,
because I couldn't have planned it any better.  Leslie smoked, I watched.
Leslie smoked another, I watched.  The total count was 10 Marlboro Light
100's.  Ten of them, ten times I was so overcome with emotion.  What was even
better though is that throughout the day Leslie and I talked, we laughed, we
joked, and really got to know one another good.  Infact, once I got past my
fear of her we talked so much I was afraid I was going to bore her to death.
But I didn't, she was genuinely interested in what I had to say, and when she
pondered something I was saying she would take a deep drag from her
cigarette, hold it in a little longer than normal, then slowly exhale that
steady stream of smoke.   I honestly can't describe it in words that would do
justice to the style and elegence with which she smoked.

Well I never did get up the courage to have a cigarette with her that day, I
was afraid of looking like a fool in public.  Not only that I was afraid of
looking like a fool in front of Leslie.  That afternoon when the pool closed
I walked Leslie home, it was only about two blocks out of my way, (it could
have been two miles and I'd still have done it), and on the way she smoked
and I still watched in awe.

When we got about a block from Leslie's house I noticed that she threw away a
half smoked cigarette.  I was shocked because I had not seen her do that in
the two full days I had watched her smoke.  I looked at her kind of funny,
and she spoke up quickly.  "My mom doesn't know I smoke".  I said "Oh".  She
then continued, "When I was younger she used to tell me that I couldn't smoke
until I was at least 16."  I piped back in, "Well that's not to far off in
the future".  "Long enough" replied Leslie. 
We walked without talking much more about her and her mother, but I did
manage to ask her what she was going to do tomorrow.  She said, Oh I will
probably just stay around here.  Then she said, "Would you like to come over
tomorrow".  I couldn't believe Leslie asked me to come over tomorrow, I
blurted out "sure, what time"?  "How about after 8, my mom is gone to work by
then".  I started to say yes, then I realized I would have to do my daily
chores first.  "I will be here by 9, if that's ok".  That's great she said.
With that we had arrived at her front porch and we said our goodbyes.  I was
turning to walk away when I saw an adult figure appear in the doorway behind
the screen door.   It was Leslie's mother I guessed, and soon I was being
introduced to her.  Leslie looked at her mom and said, "Mom this is Jeff, I
know him from school and we met at the pool today".  I said "Hi Mrs Smith" in
as polite a voice as I could.  Leslies mom returned the greeting, "Nice to
meet you Jeff, why don't you come in and have some lemonade".  I glanced at
Leslie and back at her mother and said, "Sounds great".  The next thing I
knew I was following Leslie and her mother through their home and to the back
patio area.  Leslie and I pulled up two chairs around the patio table and sat
down.  Meanwhile Mrs. Smith scurried off to the kitchen and returned with a
tall pitcher of lemonade and three chilled glasses. I was soon enjoying a
tall cold glass of lemonade, and it really hit the spot.  I found Mrs. Smith
to be a wonderful lady and very friendly.

Leslies mothers name was Janice I found out during the conversation.  She was
beautiful like Leslie with blonde hair, and blue eyes.  I estimated that she
was about 33 years old, about 5' 06", and weighed about 125 or 130 lbs.  She
was quite attractive for a parent I thought.  Then I was treated to another
beautiful sight.  Leslie's mom Janice went into the kitchen and returned
carrying a cigarette case and sat back down at the patio table with us.   I
couldn't believe my luck today.  Janice then retreived a cigarette from
inside the case and lit it up.  It too was all white, but it was different
than the ones Leslie smoked I could tell.  All of my attention was now
focused toward Janice and it was then that I realized where Leslie must have
picked up her smoking style.  Not only did Janice smoke, but she looked even
more sophisticated than Leslie did.  It was obvious that Leslie had learned
by watching her mother, but as obvious that Janice was still one up her
daughter.  

I must have been staring at her becuase I was soon brought back to life with
her comment to me.  "Haven't you ever seen a lady smoke before" she asked me
emphatically.  "Hanh" I uttered.  "Um..Um, I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare".
"That's ok", she replied back in a softer voice.  "A lot of men like watching
women smoke", she continued.  "Do you like watching me smoke", she then
asked.  I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't hardly breathe.  I was
expected to answer and I didn't know what the answer was.  This was worse
than school, when the teacher asks you a question and you don't know its'
answer.  I looked down at the ground as if I thought the answer was printed
there, it obviously wasn't, and when I looked back up Janice was still
looking directly at me.  "Um, yes, I mean I guess so".  Then she finally let
me off of the hook, "Don't be embarassed, some men find pretty women smoking
cigarettes very attractive".  "Not everyone shares this feeling,
unfortunately you fall in a minority".  I looked over at Leslie, partly
becuase I needed to look away from Janice, but also I was curious to see her
reaction.  I was pleasantly surprised to see her paying attention as if she
were being given the answers to an upcoming test.  Apparently she hadn't yet
heard this speech from her mother either.  Janice then looked Leslie's way
and said, "Leslie remember I always told you I wouldn't permit you smoking
until age 16."  Leslie uttered back "Yeah".  "Well it's because I wanted to
have this conversation with you, and because some men find women smoking
sexual, I didn't want to get into it until you are 16. I guess I've blown
that", Janice finished.   

I was feeling very excited, yet very uncomfortable about now.  I wanted to
stay and listen and I also wanted to get the hell out of there.  It was the
proverbial fight or flight instinct.  My flight side finally got the best of
me, and I spoke up again.  "I should be getting home, I am going to be late
for dinner."  Janice responded, "If you must go, I understand, and thanks for
stopping by".  "Thanks for the lemonade", I said in as polite a voice as I
could.  Janice then escorted me to the door.  As I walked out the front door
she spoke once more, "Don't be ashamed of your feelings Jeff, I like it that
you like watching me smoke."  I couldn't say a word, I just kept walking
until I got to the sidewalk at which time I picked it up to a full run.  I
ran all of the way home, not stopping once.

I arrived home just in time for dinner.  After I quickly cleaned up I joined
my mother and father at the table.  How was your day Jeff, inquired my
father.  It was good I said.  I went to the swimming pool today.  In truth my
day was absolutely wonderful, but how could I explain it to anyone, I
couldn't I told myself.  Dinner conversation still ensued, but I never
discussed, nor would I ever discuss, what had actually happened today. 

That night as I lay in bed I was on fire again with images.  Both images
infact, Leslie, the girl I was in love with, and her mother, Janice.  Janices
words kept piercing my thoughts.  Did she have a sixth sense, or was I that
obvious in my staring.  I wasn't sure.  The one thing I was sure of was
though was that if I had my way I was going to spend a lot more time around
Leslie and her mom.  

I found myself having those sexual thoughts that Janice spoke of, and soon I
was lying there with a over active libido.  In fact unconsciously I touched
it and worked it until it died following a mighty burst of independence.
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PARTS SIX AND SEVEN WILL FOLLOW AS TIME PERMITS

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