New Year's Eve, Part 2

New Year's Eve
Part 2 of 2
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   As Monica pulled into the driveway, she thought about what she was going to
say. The easy part would be that she had a date with Justin for tomorrow, for
New Year's Eve for the first time in- a long time. Too long. She couldn't
imagine that Crystal would have a problem with that- she was always teasing
her to get back into the game, as she put it. What exactly that meant, the
game, Monica wasn't sure. At her age, it was less of a game and more of a
struggle for emotional survival, but then again, Justin seemed gentle enough.
   No, the more difficult topic was the one Justin had brought her round to. She
was a smoker. He'd actually made her say the words. "I'm a smoker." And that
meant that she smoked. Not just on breaks at work, not just out with her
friends. No, she was going to be a real smoker, the way she'd been before- the
way she had, for all intensive purposes, become again.
   How would Crystal react to that ?
   A good question, but there was only one way to find out, wasn't there ?
   She killed the engine and walked up the driveway, thinking this was as hard
as being a formerly married woman waking up on Christmas Day with no man in
her bed. No chance of naughty underwear under the tree and no one to share it
with even if there was. And not even the simple joy of waking up and lighting
a cigarette. Coffee wasn't enough, didn't replace what she'd really wanted.
She'd found herself going into work this week when it wasn't necessary just so
that she could smoke, and that was profoundly silly.
   "What's up, mom ?" Crystal asked as she walked in the door. "Did you have a
good time with Ms. Lang ?"
   "I wasn't with Ms. Lang, honey. Would you mind if we sat down in the living
room ? I have something that I want to talk to you about, if that's all
right."
   "No. You want me to pour you a glass of wine ?"
   "Is there any pinot grigio in the fridge ?"
   "That bottle I gave you for Christmas is in there."
   "Sure. You want some ?"
   "Of course."
   Monica strolled into the living room as Crystal poured the wine and sat down.
A dozen different openings went through her mind, all of them lame or clumsy.
   Then as Crystal handed her a glass, her daughter made it all unnecessary.
   "Mom, can I ask you something ?"
   "Sure, hon."
   "Why don't you smoke at home ?"
   It wasn't what Monica was expecting. The truth was, she'd been waiting for
her daughter to come out and ask to go somewhere tomorrow night. She knew how
Crystal was. She was always getting invited places, but she was keenly aware
of her situation, and had a feeling that most of the times she turned her
friends down it was so that her poor divorced mother wouldn't be alone.
   It was sweet, but wrong.
   "I- well, I guess you know that I started smoking again when your Dad and I
split up. I was lonely and smoking, well-'
   "It makes you feel good, right ? Why wouldn't you think I could understand
that ?"
   Monica smiled. Her daughter was smart- there was no question about that, was
there ? And it was true, smoking made her feel good. Damn good.
   "It wasn't that I didn't think you'd understand. You've always been very
understanding. But I didn't want to, I don't know- be an encouragement to you
deciding to take up smoking, that's all."
   "I'm a big girl, mom. I can make my own decisions about smoking. There are
good reasons to smoke and not to smoke. I know that. But the bottom line is
that it has to be a personal decision. I would never, for instance, let Amber
talk me into smoking if it wasn't something I wanted to do. It's silly that
you would deprive yourself of something you enjoy because of me. I feel the
same way about you dating."
   Monica saw her opening and took it.
   "That's good. Because Justin asked me on a date."
   Crystal wasted no time. She got up and hugged her mother hard. "That's great,
Mom. Justin is really cool. How'd that happen ?"
   "I was standing outside after work smoking a cigarette and he stopped to talk
to me. The next thing I knew, we were going out for drinks. Now, we're going
to have dinner. I'm really excited. He's a nice guy."
   "So, what about the rest of it. I think you should be perfectly comfortable
smoking in front of me."
   "Well, if you're sure..."
   "Mom-"
   Monica thought about it for a moment anyway, and then she found herself doing
something she hadn't done since she'd started smoking again. She lit a
cigarette in front of her daughter, noting the anticipation in Crystal's eyes.
She knew there was more going on her than Crystal was telling her. Her
daughter had that look she got when she was hiding something, like in the old
days when she used to occasional pinch chocolate from mom's secret stash in
the bedroom.
   "What aren't you telling me, honey ?"
   "What do you mean ?" Crystal asked innocently as she watched her mom draw
deeply on the cigarette.
   "I mean, your sudden interest in my smoking isn't entirely altruistic, is it
?"
   "I just want you to be happy, Mom."
   Monica exhaled and then smiled. "You forget that I'm a parent. We have
instincts, too, you know ? Now I know that if I were you and I'd just started
smoking-"
   "That's pretty Machiavellian, Mom."
   "Well, am I right ?"
   "Yes," Crystal said, surprising herself. "I just started today, and I was
planning on talking to you anyway, but-"
   "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But to be honest, I'm glad to hear
that you started smoking, because that takes the pressure off me. I didn't
want to be part of that decision, although it sounds like you already knew
that I was smoking regularly, so-"
   Crystal smiled. "Amber dared me to try a cigarette, actually. Don't be mad at
her, mom."
   Monica drew on her cigarette again and laughed. "Mad at her ? Are you
kidding. Justin and I were talking about how much easier it is to be a smoker
when your kids smoke too, and well, this may sound odd, but I'm thrilled that
you've discovered it."
   "Well then, I should tell you something else, too. I'll be right back."
   As Crystal bounded out of the room, Monica wondered what else her daughter
might have to share with her. She sat back in her chair and enjoyed another
long pull on her cigarette. She found herself thinking about her date with
Justin. Both the mere concept of having a date and the man whom it was with
were exciting things to wonder at.
   By the time Crystal came back down the stairs, Monica had finished one
cigarette and lit another. She saw what her daughter was holding in her hand
immediately- a pack of cigarettes. Well, that was a requirement for being a
smoker, but the fact that they were the same cigarettes she herself smoked
wasn't lost on her. Then again, they were the same Marlboro Lights 100s that
Amber smoked.
   "Should I ask where you got them, or would you be getting someone in trouble
?"
   "Only myself. I took these from your closet. I- well, I feel bad about it and
I wanted you to know."
   This was where being a parent was hard. Monica knew that she should be mad at
her daughter, but then again, hiding cigarettes in your closet when you were a
forty year old woman was kind of silly. 
   "Well, don't do that again, honey. In the future, ask me and I'll give you
what you need. I don't suppose that you found any of my lighters, did you ?"
   She took her extra lighter from her purse and handed it to Crystal as she
shook her head no.
   "Now light one of those cigarettes for me so that I can see you smoke."
   Crystal did as she was asked gladly.
   
   New Year's Eve. Monica was putting the finishing touches on some spiced egg
nog. To say that her nerves were very nearly getting the best of her would
have been a gross understatement. Dates were a wonderful thing, but after so
long, it was hard to imagine. The fear that it wouldn't turn out the way she
hoped was certainly there. Justin was the sort of guy that wanted to have
things go well with.
   Crystal walked into the kitchen while lighting a cigarette. To say that she'd
taken to smoking was an understatement. She'd positively latched on to her new
habit. She'd finished the pack she'd stolen around noon and was well into her
second.
   "You look great, Mom. I wish I could fill out a black strapless half that
well."
   "Oh, honey- you could fill this out just as well as me. I just have a little
more experience with it."
   The inhale Crystal took on the cigarette was perfect. She filled her lungs
with smoke, held it, and then exhaled slowly, smoke pouring from her lips.
   "Can I ?" Monica said, holding out her hand. Crystal passed the cigarette to
her and she drew deeply on it, enjoying the special nature of a shared
experience.
   "Are you sure you don't mind spending New Year's Eve with Jill and Kelli ?"
   "No, mom. Amber and I hang out with them sometimes. They're really cool. And
you are leaving us two bottles of champagne."
   "You make sure Amber gets a ride home. I don't want her walking four miles
drunk on champagne and beer."
   "We're not going to get drunk, Mom," Crystal said as she took the cigarette
back from her mother.
   "You are if you drink any of this egg nog-"
   "Just one glass. I know all about your spiced egg nog. Remember that time
Dad-"
   She stopped, wondering if this was the right time to bring Dad up.
   "Yeah, I remember. That was pretty funny, him trying to start the fire all
toasted. I thought he was going to burn the house down. And the whole time
he's practically screaming that he's not drunk."
   "Sorry, Mom," Crystal said, drawing on the cigarette before handing it back
to Monica.
   "Don't be. My reasons for marrying your Dad were almost as good as the ones I
had for divorcing him. He was a great guy."
   "Was-"
   "Let's forget about him. What are you girls planning to do tonight ?"
   "I don't know. But I'm sure we'll think of something." She took the cigarette
back as her mother revelled in a long nose exhale that Crystal quickly copied.
"I hope that you have a great time, though. Are the twins going to stay over
?"
   "Well, I didn't think so. Why ?" 
   Crystal took another draw on the cigarette and passed it back to her mom. "If
I were Justin, I'd be getting the girls out of the house so that I could get
lucky."
   "Crystal !"
   "Come on, Mom. Any guy would be lucky to get you home alone."
   "It's a first date," Monica said through her exhale.
   "Yeah, so ? You're adults. It's okay to do it on the first date."
   "Is that what you think ?"
   "Yeah, it is."
   Monica smiled. "I hope you're right."

   "You're sure that you don't mind the girls smoking in your house ?" Justin
asked as they walked in, both of them holding cigarettes.
   Just then Crystal walked out of the kitchen, holding a half-smoked cigarette
of her own.
   "No, that's not a problem." Amber followed, holding egg nog in one hand and a
just lit cigarette in the other. "This is definitely a smoking area."
   Jill looked at her father longingly. "Just one more ?" she asked,
accentuating the question with her most pleading look. He gave in easily,
handing the cigar over to his daughter, who took a long pull. Monica watched
her carefully. She didn't swallow the smoke, but rather held it in her mouth
and then exhaled through both mouth and nose. When she was finished, she
handed the cigar back to Justin.
   "Thanks, Dad."
   "You girls behave yourselves. I'll call if- if we can't make it back. The
weather is supposed to get a little nasty."
   Monica looked at her daughter, who winked knowingly.
   "I'm sure that we'll be all right either way," Amber said, half a laugh in
her voice. She looked at the twins with a smile on her face. "You guys ever
play truth or dare ?"
   The girls strolled into the living room, a wave of hair, laughter, and smoke.
Justin watched them go with a wry look on his face.
   "I hope we know what we're doing. They do have plenty to drink, don't they ?"
   "Yeah," Monica said, watching him draw on the cigar. She was definitely of
the hope that she would get to watch him do that a lot tonight. It was fun
watching him. "I don't think they'll feel the need to wander off."
   "Maybe I shouldn't tell you what they did last year-" he began to say as he
lead his date out the door and into a light flurry.
   "I think maybe you'd better," she replied as she closed the door.

   It was just a few minutes short of midnight. The girls were pleasantly drunk
on a mix of egg nog, champagne, and beer. There was something on the
television, but none of them were watching it.
   Amber drew three cards and inched closer to the fire. It was cold in the
house- at least when you were only wearing a bra and socks.
   Crystal was sitting the farthest from the fire. She still had her shirt and
panties on. As she lit her cigarette, Kelli laid her cards out on the floor.
She had a pair of aces, and Amber smiled. That wasn't going to be enough to
keep her bra, and then she would be out. Amber was interested in seeing the
bra come off because she wondered if Kelli's nipples were as perfect as
Jill's.
   Jill took a long draw on the cigar dad had given her. He'd made her promise
to wait until it was time for the ball to drop and she'd been pretty good,
lighting it just a few minutes ago. She was still in her jeans, having elected
to take her shirt and bra off first. She was hoping that Crystal couldn't beat
the three sixes she'd laid out because she wanted to see her with her shirt
off. It was a shame that there were no boys here, but you made do with what
you had and a good long look and Crystal's breasts was the best she could hope
for tonight.
   Crystal tossed her cards into the pile. "Can't beat that, she said, pulling
her shirt up over her head as Kelli tossed her bra away and lit another Benson
and Hedges.
   Amber smiled. "Take those jeans off, Jill. And can I try that cigar ?" She
put her cards on the rug. A full house. Jill handed the cigar to Amber as she
wiggled out of her jeans and the girl drew on it, careful not to inhale.
   "Wow."
   Jill smiled. "I love a good cigar. But Kelli thinks it's gross."
   "It gives her the worst breath," Kelli confided to Crystal, leaning close.
"Not that I have to kiss her or anything." Kelli's nipples were indeed as fine
as her sister's, and Crystal felt a faint flush of excitement as one of them
brushed her naked arm.
   Just then, the grandfather clock in the hall chimed twelve bells. Crystal
looked at Kelli, wonderful in her nakedness. She had the most perfect body,
all round curves and not a inch of wasted flesh. Amber smiled and then sighed.
"Here it is midnight and nobody to make out with," she mused as she handed the
cigar back to Kelli, who smiled and said "Dad says that you should always make
do with what you have-"
   "My mom says the same thing-" Crystal said, and then she reached over,
leaning in, and planted her mouth squarely on Kelli's. She had no idea how the
other girl was going to react, but when she felt a tongue slide into her
mouth, she reached down and began fondling one of the perfect nipples. Kelli
wasted no time letting her own hands travel a bit farther south.
   Amber gave Jill an `Oh, what the hell' look and followed suit. She found that
she very much liked the taste of cigar in Jill's mouth, and by the time they'd
finished alternating kissing and sharing the cigar it-
   Wasn't so cold anymore.

   Justin sat up on the bed. Outside, the wind was hollowing and the storm was
just kicking in. He'd gotten off the phone with girls a few minutes earlier.
They sounded like they were having a good time. He'd asked about the Truth and
Dare, but they'd given him their usual vague teenager answers. Then again, it
was after one in the morning and they sounded both drunk and giddy.
   It might be a little premature, but he found himself hoping the girls would
get along. He knew how girls could be, but they sounded happy enough
considering that there was none of their favourite thing- boys- to be had.
   Well, you made due with what you did have, he always said.
   Monica was standing by the bed, stark naked. She brought her cigarette to her
mouth slowly and drew on it, managing somehow not to look anywhere as nervous
as he felt. She was more beautiful naked than she had been in that black
strapless number, which was, in his opinion, no mean feat. 
   "You're sure you want to do this ?" he asked, not because he wanted to but
because he had to. He liked Monica, after all. Liked her one hell of a lot for
a first date.
   "God, I want to do this. A vibrator can be a terribly lonely thing, Justin."
   She reached over towards the nightstand and he could see that she was about
to put her cigarette out.
   "Don't do that. Just turn around."
   She did as she was asked.
   "Let's start standing up," he said as he rolled off the bed. When he'd
started to put the condom on, he'd had the old fear, something hardly
remembered, but watching Monica stroll around the room naked and smoking had
been more than enough to prevent that. It was funny how something you hadn't
worried about since high school could come back to you.
   "Did you husband ever-" he began to ask as his hands gently stroked her
shoulder blades. His touch sent goosebumps flashing across her skin.
   "No, but I always wanted him to try it. That condom is lubricated, right ?"
   "Yes it is," he said, and then he began the slow patient work of entering
her, not in the place either of them had expected him to go. Somehow it just
seemed right, and as he began to trust back and forth she moaned.
   "Oh god yes," she said, leading one of his hands down and around to the
front, where he began a slow swirling with his index finger. She drew deeply
on the cigarette and her exhale washed over them as her head arched back. He
buried his face in her smoky hair and reached around to caress her nipple as
he pushed deeper and harder. She was naturally tight here, so tight that it
almost hurt.
   Almost. Instead of hurting, it was the greatest pleasure that he'd ever felt.
She was tighter here than his wife, who'd often insisted on this, had ever
been, and he thought of the irony of it, since she was such a tight ass in
every other way. Her orgasm came first, his second, and when they were
finished he collapsed on the bed and lit a cigar.
   Monica gently removed the condom, tossed it aside, and then lit a cigarette,
straddling him. She began to stroke him gently and he went hard quickly.
Neither of them spoke now, but she said all she needed to when she had him
fully hard by wrapping her supple lips around the head of his penis. She
alternated pleasuring him with smoking, which was to say that she never
stopped giving him pleasure. When he was close, she slid down over him and
rode him until they orgasmed together and then they collapsed in a sweet mix
of sweat and smoke.
   "I think it's going to be an happy New Year, Justin," Monica said with a warm
smile, and somehow he had to agree.

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