Lisa's Quest, Part 5

    5. Monday - Becoming a Real Smoker.

    Lisa awoke late on Monday and stumbled downstairs. She was not a morning
person. She was only half-conscious as she walked into the kitchen. Kristen
already made coffee, Lisa realized, and she eagerly poured herself a cup.
Looking into the living room, Kris was sitting in her nightgown reading the
paper with a coffee cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

    "I guess the smoker is back, huh?" Lisa grinned. Before Kristen could
answer, Lisa grabbed the open pack of cigarettes on the table and shook one
out for herself. "Help yourself," Kristen smiled, handing her the lighter.
"After all, they're yours." Lighting up and taking two consecutive
cheek-hollowing drags, Lisa felt the now-familiar and welcome rush of nicotine
entering her system. "If you're a real smoker," Lisa said, with the cigarette
still dangling from her lips, "you have to smoke first thing in the morning!"
Kristen took one of her stylish deep drags and inhaled. "No shit," she
giggled, "so I guess we're both real smokers." Kristen slowly let some smoke
waft from her nostrils as she talked. Lisa hit her cigarette again. "I hope
so," she added.

    After reading the paper and getting ready, Lisa left for Nancy's. It was
on the way to Brian's. Lisa wanted to talk with Nancy about the possibility of
quitting right away if she got the job. Nancy had a spacious townhouse
apartment, and was sitting on her small front porch when Lisa arrived. Nancy
was glad to see her, and immediately took Lisa inside to meet Megan.

    Megan was a very mature looking, slender fourteen year old girl with long
brown hair. "My God," Lisa exclaimed, "this girl must be at least eighteen!"
Megan grinned, bounced up to Lisa and gave her a big hug. "I want to thank you
for talking with my mom," Megan said, "and for helping her decide to let me
smoke." "It was my pleasure," Lisa admitted, "I was glad to do it." Nancy
insisted Lisa stay for a cup of coffee. For Nancy, and now for Lisa as well,
that meant having a cigarette, too.

    Sitting at the kitchen table, Lisa watched Nancy pull out a VS 120 and
hand the pack to Megan. Megan likewise withdrew one of the long, slender,
white cigarettes. As Lisa lit up her Marlboro Menthol, she watched her
hostesses. First Nancy lit her cigarette and passed her gold lighter to Megan,
whose cigarette was in her mouth awaiting ignition. Without hesitation, Megan
flicked the small gold lighter and pulled on her cigarette like a pro. First
one small puff, then a second, much deeper one, followed by an inhale much
deeper than Lisa's own. Megan smoked like a veteran. Lisa was impressed and
said so. In response, Megan beamed. Smoke continued to escape endlessly from
her mouth while she talked. "I've been watching Mom smoke for years," she
admitted, "and I knew I wanted to smoke someday, too. For the last year I've
been sneaking cigarettes and smoking while Mom's at work. It was pretty easy."
Nancy gave Megan a disapproving look as she took a drag. "Anyway," Megan went
on, "I decided I didn't want to keep hiding it. For one thing, it was driving
me crazy to not smoke evenings and weekends. So I decided to talk to Mom."
Megan smiled at her mother. "After talking with you, Mom's whole approach
changed. The best part is, now I feel we can talk about anything together."

    Nancy smiled at Lisa. "Thank you," Nancy said, "you kept me from making a
huge mistake. I could have lost Megan's friendship, and it wouldn't have
stopped her from smoking." Megan smiled mischievously. "So I bought you a
present yesterday," Nancy continued, taking out a small gift-wrapped box. "Go
ahead, Lisa, open it."

    Lisa was embarrassed. "I didn't do anything," she said as she took a puff
and set her cigarette in the ashtray. Opening the paper and the box, inside
Lisa found a thin, gold cigarette lighter identical to Nancy's. "Oh my God,"
she gasped, "you shouldn't have done this." "I wanted to," Nancy smiled. "And
I'm guessing you'll use it a lot." "Thank you," Lisa replied, "and you're
right. Probably at least twenty times a day." Lisa clicked the lighter several
times. It looked very feminine. And, she decided, it makes me look like a real
smoker.

    Lisa picked Brian up. Rich and Patti were there when she arrived. They
were going to a movie together. Before letting Lisa and Brian leave, however,
Patti insisted Lisa sit down with them and smoke a cigarette. One cigarette
turned quickly into two. Lisa kept up with Patti puff for puff. "God, kid,"
Patti admired, "you're doing great! You're lookin' like a real smoker! I think
the job is yours!" Lisa smiled. "That's not all I've got," Lisa added. "What
do you mean?" Patti asked. "I've not only got the job," Lisa said, "I've got
the habit, too!"

    Lisa and Brian smoked in her car driving to Heather's. Smoking in the car
seemed completely natural to Lisa now. She began to notice how many people
smoked in their cars. She'd never before paid attention to cars in traffic
with the driver's side window cracked to allow smoke to escape. "God," she
told Brian on the way to the party, "there are more smokers out there than
most people think!" "No doubt," Brian said as he took a drag on his Merit 100.

    Heather was delighted to see Lisa, and intrigued to meet her "friend."
"You don't lose any time, do you Lisa?" Heather kidded. But mostly Heather
wanted to see Lisa smoke. As Lisa pulled out her new gold lighter and
extracted a Marlboro Menthol from her pack, Heather whistled with approval.
"Nice lighter," she laughed. "The mark of a serious smoker!" Lisa lit up,
leaving the cigarette in her mouth while she inhaled her first puff before
taking her second, longer drag. She exhaled a strong, steady stream of
cigarette smoke and then lit Brian's cigarette. Heather nodded with approval.
"You're a shoe-in, kid," she announced, "I can tell already."

    Heather introduced Lisa and Brian to her husband Steve, and then to the
other guests. Lisa noticed Heather and Lisa both smoked Marlboro Light 100's.
Bonnie, the tall, statuesque redhead from the office was there, looking
absolutely stunning in her beige crop top and light blue short shorts. Lisa
hadn't actually seen Bonnie smoke on Friday, but she was gorgeous. The way she
smoked her cigarettes, which were VS 120's, was nothing short of spectacular.
With more than a touch of jealousy, Lisa realized Brian could hardly keep his
eyes off Bonnie when she smoked. (Smiling to herself, Lisa thought, I'm going
to have to work on my own style to keep his attention!) And Bonnie smoked
constantly. Much like Kristen, Bonnie inhaled very deeply and sensuously. Her
exhales were almost non-existent. Bonnie seemed to hold the smoke in for as
long as she could after inhaling and, because she was constantly talking, the
smoke punctuated her words with real style. Bonnie's boyfriend Randy was with
her, and he too was a smoker. Like Gina, Lisa noticed right away that he
smoked the full-flavor Marlboro 100's in the gold pack.

    Two other couples were there. One was Joyce, the elegant black girl whom
Lisa knew as J&M's receptionist, and her husband Frank. Joyce was smoking
Virginia Slims Menthol 100's, while Frank smoked Salem 100's. Finally, there
was another girl from the office whom Lisa hadn't met. Sandra was a petite
blond not much over five feet tall, and Lisa learned that she was also a
secretary. Her date was Rob, one of the young lawyers from J&M. Both were
smoking Benson & Hedges Menthol Light 100's.

    Lisa had a great time at the party. It was reaffirming to meet and get to
know others who worked at J&M. Lisa felt more and more certain that she wanted
this job more than anything else in the world. Brian enjoyed himself, too. He
was very affable and not at all intimidated by being with new people. As she
mingled with the other guests, Lisa realized she particularly enjoyed smoking
with others. Just as she first discovered on Friday night, then at work with
Gina and Nancy, and finally with Kristen, the social bond which formed among
smokers was great. Plus, Lisa noticed, everybody at the party seemed proud to
be a smoker. They talked about their habit as if giving it up was the last
thing in the world they'd think of. Lisa knew she'd fit in perfectly with
these people. "I just hope I get the job," she admitted to Bonnie with some
trepidation.

    "Listen, Lisa," Bonnie told her, as smoke came out of her mouth the entire
time she talked, "I work for Judy Johnson. I know her pretty well. You are
obviously a smoker. That was the only thing holding you back." Bonnie took
another deep drag on her VS 120. "I wouldn't worry about a thing! Just make
sure you light up a cigarette when Judy takes you into her office tomorrow
morning. Show her what you can do! After she sees a few of those deep drags of
yours, and sees you inhale that way, Judy'll be convinced." Bonnie smiled and
patted Lisa on the rear. "You're a smoker, now, Lisa," she added. "I have no
doubt you'll fit in great."

    When the party ended, Lisa'd smoked a whole pack of cigarettes since the
day began. She lit up the last one from her pack in the car on the way to
Brian's. "You know," she observed, "it seems the more I smoke, the more I want
to smoke. Is that normal?" Brian smiled and took a drag on his Merit. "Lisa,"
he said, "I don't know, but you look good when you smoke. You look like you
really enjoy smoking. And that's attractive. Whether it's normal, well, who
cares?" Lisa furrowed her brow for a moment. "I guess you're right," she said
finally. "If I'm doing something I enjoy, it doesn't matter what other people
think." She paused. "So, you think I look good when I smoke? As good as Bonnie
looks?" Brian blushed. "She's very attractive, and she has a great smoking
style. But I think you're every bit as attractive when you smoke. Anyway,"
Brian said taking another drag, "I prefer blondes to redheads!" Lisa giggled
and brushed her blond hair back. She took a huge drag on her cigarette
followed by a very deep inhale. Turning toward Brian, Lisa exhaled smoke
forcefully into his face. "How's that?" Lisa asked impishly. Brian smiled
again. "Just fine with me," he answered. Lisa looked at him and noticed a
distinct bulge appearing in Brian's crotch. Oh my God, Lisa thought, my
smoking is turning him on!

    When they got to Brian's, he asked her to come in. Rich had left a note
that he and Patti wouldn't be back until after dinner. Lisa and Brian settled
in the living room of the apartment and turned on the TV. A few minutes into a
movie on HBO, Brian moved onto the couch next to Lisa. Both of them were
smoking. Lisa decided to try smoking in a more consciously sensual style.
Mimicking Kristen and Bonnie, Lisa began by taking longer drags, inhaling more
deeply, and exhaling with more style, very slowly and sensuously. She noticed
Brian paying less attention to the movie, watching her out of the corner of
his eye. Then Lisa began french-inhaling each puff. After two or three, she
was sure Brian's bulging crotch was not a coincidence. She smiled sweetly at
Brian. "You do like the way I look when I'm smoking, don't you?" she purred.
"Yeah," answered Brian, "you're a sweet girl, Lisa." Lisa pouted and took
another drag, french-inhaling again. "I don't want to be sweet, Brian," she
frowned, "I want to be sexy." Brian put his cigarette in the ashtray and took
hold of her hand. "Well," he replied, "you're that, too!"

    Surprised by her boldness, Lisa leaned over and kissed him. The first
brief kiss turned quickly into a more passionate one. Lisa smelled the strong
aroma of smoke on Brian's breath, and she knew he could smell it on hers as
well. But she liked it! As their embrace deepened, Lisa reached to put her
cigarette in the ashtray. "Don't," urged Brian. "Why not?" she asked. "Take a
big drag," Brian smiled, "and then kiss me again." A devilish smile formed on
Lisa's lips as she realized what he wanted. Putting the cigarette to her lips,
Lisa's cheeks hollowed as she pulled as much smoke as she could collect into
her mouth, followed by an inhale down into her lungs. She then leaned toward
Brian and they kissed passionately. Smoke began to escape from Lisa's lungs
into Brian's mouth, and he reacted as if someone had electrocuted him! He
began to massage her breasts with a very sensual touch. Before Lisa realized
what was happening the two of them were lying on the couch, half-undressed,
groping at each other like a couple of teenagers. The burning cigarettes in
the ashtray were soon forgotten. Smoke provided only background scenery as now
only one thing had their attention. "Brian," Lisa whispered with an evil grin
on her face as she stroked his cock, "I want you to fuck me! Right now!" They
made love passionately for the better part of an hour. At one point, Lisa
stopped and lit a cigarette. They took turns hitting on it and kissing,
imparting their inhales into each other's lungs. It was the most exciting and
sensuous love-making Lisa had ever experienced. She guessed Brian was not
disappointed either!

    After they were spent, Lisa reached for Brian's cigarettes on the table.
Pulling one out for Brian and handing it to him, and then another for herself,
she looked at the Merit 100 she held between her fingers before grabbing her
lighter. "Brian," she asked coyly as she lit his cigarette and then hers,
"were you the one who wrote that item on Patti's list?" Innocently, Brian
asked, "What item?" as he exhaled smoke in a large cloud. "You know," she
smiled, exhaling her own, "the one about smoking after sex?" Brian grinned.
"Yeah," he admitted, "I guess that was me." Lisa sighed and took another drag.
"You know," she giggled, "these cigarettes of yours aren't bad!" She paused,
and then said with a smile as she nuzzled up against his shoulder, "I guess,
since now' I've smoked a cigarette with a guy after making love, I've met all
the criteria. Now, Brian, I'm a real smoker!" Holding his cigarette up to
Lisa's mouth so she could take another drag, Brian grinned too. "Baby," he
replied, "you are most definitely a real smoker!"

    Lisa arrived home late that evening, after making love with Brian for the
better part of the afternoon and then having dinner with Rich and Patti. Patti
pretended to be shocked at what had obviously happened between Brian and Lisa,
but she was also pleased, and couldn't hide it. Neither could Lisa. She
decided she'd be seeing a lot more of Brian. And he worked downtown, in the
building right next to J&M's. Yet another reason Lisa felt she had to get the
job.

    Lisa counted the number of cigarettes she'd smoked on the fourth day of
her new life as a smoker. She'd smoked almost two packs. "God," she advised
Kristen as they smoked together before turning in, "I've arrived sooner than I
thought, and I've arrived with a vengeance. The funny thing is, I don't feel
like I've been smoking too much. I still always feel like I could have one
more." Kristen smiled and took a drag herself. "Lise," Kristen teased, smoking
one of her Salem Light 100's from the carton she'd bought that afternoon,
"after a year away from smoking I tell you, I couldn't agree more. If that
means we're hooked, then we're both addicts and I couldn't be happier about
it!" Lisa smiled. She took a puff on her cigarette, too. She was a smoker.

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