Nadia at 14 - A Smoking Girls Story, Part 8

Nadia at 14 - A Smoking Girls Story
by Nikita

Chapter 8 - Evening Temptations

They ran into Marie as she emerged from the bathroom, the picture of cute.
"Hi, Jeannie, Nadia.  Great party."  

"Hey, Marie.  Thanks.  You look great!"  Nadia said.  Jeannie nodded.  Marie
always looked great and seemed to do it effortlessly.  

"Thanks, Nadia, you guys look really cute.  Love your outfits."  Marie's
smile like everything else was effortless.  "Ummm, can I ask you two
something?"  Nadia nodded.  Marie continued.  "Ok, well -"  She paused.
"Well, ok.  Billy said it was ok to smoke here.  I heard him telling Keisha
this afternoon."  

Nadia looked to Jeannie who merely shrugged her shoulders.  "Ok," Nadia
replied.  "Some of the kids smoke, but you don't."  

Marie looked away for a moment, then back.  "Jeannie, I know you smoke,
right?"  Jeannie nodded, "Yeah, a little.  Why?"  

Marie drew in a deep breath.  "Ummm - will you teach me how?"  Her eyes were
pleading.  

"Gee, I don't know, Marie.  Are you sure?  What about Bobby?"  

Marie recovered, nodding eagerly.  "Yeah, I've been real curious for a while.
I'm not going to let Bobby know right away."  She sighed.  "But I didn't - I
mean I haven't - Oh, crap!  I was afraid somebody would get mad at me if I
did."  Marie paused again, looking down at her sandals.  Raising her head up,
she continued, "Look, a lot of my girlfriends smoke.  Not all, but some of
them.  I just want to try it.  Mom has smoked for - well, I don't know how
long.  She seems to like it.  You like it, Jeannie, right?"  The words
tumbled out.  Jeannie nodded.  Nadia just listened.  "Well?  Will you?"  

Jeannie considered.  Well, it was why she started, too.  "Ok, Marie, sure.
Tell you what.  Let's wait for a couple of hours, ok."  Marie nodded eagerly.
"And IF, after a couple of hours, you still want to, ok.  Just ask." 

 Marie threw her arms around Jeannie.  "Thanks, Jeannie.  I'll see you in a
 couple of hours, ok?"  Jeannie hugged her back and smiled.  

"Sure.  Ok, Marie, but you can talk to me in the meantime, right?"  Jeannie
and Nadia laughed.  

Marie, realizing suddenly the unintended double meaning, burst out laughing,
too.  "Ok, Jeannie.  I'll do that.  Ummm - Do you mind if Tami comes, too?"  

"What?  Tami, too?" Nadia was shocked.  Tami had been anti forever!  

"Well, Tami said "maybe".  I guess she's curious, too," Marie said softly.
"I told her I'd ask, ok?"  

Jeannie nodded.  In for a dime, in for a dollar.

Nadia and Jeannie went back downstairs.  A few of her friends were still in
their bathing suits out on the deck.  A few others had already changed.
Nadia could see one couple in the shadows.  She smiled.  Tommy walked across
the deck, caught Nadia's eye and smiled.  "Hi, Tommy.  Good party, huh?"  

"Yeah, it is.  Wanna dance?"  There was a slow one on.  

"Sure, Tommy."  

He took her hand and drew her to him.  Nadia snuggled close and put her head
on Tommy's chest.  He was already 5' 7" tall, about 155 pounds and a bit of a
jock.  But Tommy was a good student, always with a winning smile for all the
girls.  His thick brown hair had a nice, natural wave.  His eyes were really
nice, too, Nadia decided.  Hazel.  She followed his moves with the music.
"Good dancer, too," she thought.  "Tommy's really filled out this year."  She
pulled her head off his chest and looked up into Tommy's eyes.  

He leaned down a gave her a playful kiss which she returned.  "Yeah, good
party.  Really good party."  The song ended too soon, but another soon
followed.  Tommy and Nadia danced to a few, laughing and talking.  Kevin
danced with her, too.  Though blonde with deep blue eyes, he was a lot like
Tommy.  Nadia didn't have a steady boyfriend yet.  She decided that there
were advantages to that.

More friends joined them on the deck, either dancing or joining one group or
another talking about the things middle-schoolers talk about.  Testosterone
and estrogen were in no short supply during these years.  Flirting and the
occasional make out session were not all that unusual.  The shadows and the
garden gave ample opportunity for both.

Missy and Chrissy had fun fooling people of just who was who, even "double
teaming" one boy who ended up completely flustered over what at first seemed
the fortunate attentions of them both.  Missy finally folded him in her arms,
kissing him like he'd never been kissed before.  Larry was almost dizzy when
she finished.  Chrissy finished him off with a kiss of her own.  Larry walked
around in a daze with a crooked grin on his face, along with unmistakable
dark autumn lip prints.  It was all in fun.  Missy and Chrissy had a bit of
the devil in them, but they left Larry happy, if a bit out of control.

Missy picked out Jerry for the next dance.  Chrissy pulled Kwami out on the
floor.  The girls were two of the best dancers in the middle school and the
guys had a few moves of their own.  A few dances later a wink between Missy
and Chrissy, each took their dance partners by the hand, leading them down
off the deck, out past the pool to what was fast becoming known as "Smokers
Grotto".  Chrissy and Kwami walked at a deliberately slower pace.  Soon,
Missy and Jerry were well ahead of them.  Chrissy stopped and turned to
Kwami, looking up into his dark brown eyes.  Kwami's dark skin contrasted
with his pearly teeth, revealed in his easy smile.  Chrissy closed her eyes
dreamily as she put her hands on Kwami's hips.  Her lips parted invitingly as
his touched hers and they drew one another into a lingering kiss.  When they
finally came up for air, Chrissy smiled.  "That was nice, Kwami.  Sweet
kisser."  He laughed softly.  "You're pretty good yourself, Chrissy."
"Kwami, I think I'd like a cigarette.  Hope you don't mind."  "Sure.  Go
ahead.  I don't mind."  Chrissy popped open the clasp on her small purse,
found her cigarettes, drew one out with her fingernails, easily adjusting it
between the first joint of her middle and index fingers.  She fished out her
lighter, but before she could use it, Kwami covered her hand with his.  "Let
me light that for you, Chrissy, ok."  She smiled and nodded, bringing her
cigarette to her lips while looking into Kwami's eyes.  He brought the
lighter up, flicking it to life, bringing the flame close to the tip of
Chrissy's cigarette as she drew slowly bringing the cigarette to life and the
sweet mentholated smoke into her lovely mouth.  Withdrawing the cigarette to
the side of her face she opened her mouth and drew deeply, the smoke
disappearing down into her lungs.  

"Thanks, Kwami.  You're sweet."  She tilted her chin up and to the left and
began her exhale.  "MMmmm," she breathed.  "That's nice."  Kwami nodded.
They talked for a while, Chrissy entertaining Kwami with a series of lovely
inhales and exhales.  "Ever hear of a smoky kiss, Kwami?"  He shook his head.
"Well, I heard about it in a chat room.  I take a puff on my cigarette,
inhale, and we kiss.  I breathe it into you.  Want to try it?"  Chrissy was a
bit excited at the prospect.  Kwami was a good kisser and she knew he loved
her smoking.  Kwami nodded.  Chrissy smiled.  "Ok, here goes."  She raised
her cigarette to her lips, drew deeply, the tip glowing in the darkness.  She
treated Kwami to her open mouth inhale, tilted her head up to him.  "Kiss me,
Sweetie."  Kwami didn't hesitate.  His lips sealed against hers eagerly.  She
parted his willing lips with her tongue as she breathed into him.  He inhaled
as she did, feeling her smoke enter him.  her smoke.  Chrissy's smoke.  She
continued to kiss him deeply, her breasts grinding into his chest as she
sighed, her hips rolling against him as she felt her own power.  

Kwami finally broke their kiss, opened his eyes, saying nothing as his heart
pounded.  He gave her a playful peck on her cheek.  "Wow, girlfriend!  Wow."
Little wisps of smoke exited with each exclamation.  

Chrissy snuggled into Kwami's chest.  "You liked that, didn't you?" she
teased.  Me, too."

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