Rosie

Rosie..

"It's beautiful," Rosie said, looking at the silver ring before her.  She
took it from its box and put it on, holding her hand out to admire it upon
her finger. "This must have cost a fortune."

"It was pretty expensive," I admitted, "but I've been saving for a while so
it wasn't so bad."

"Oh my God, I love it," she exclaimed.

"I was hoping you would," I said. Rosie laughed. "I wanted to get you
something special," I continued. "One year together is a big thing."

"I know, but I thought we agreed that going out tonight was going to be our
present to each other. I feel bad now for not getting you anything," she
said.

"It's okay, really," I said.

"No, it's not okay," she returned. "I want do something for you. I'll do
anything."

"Anything?" I questioned.

"Yes, anything," she seductively stretched out.

Either she was still euphoric from receiving the ring, or she was simply
expecting me to suggest some sexual activity, but she obviously didn't
realise the extent of her offer. I paused for a moment to make sure I wanted
to say what I wanted to say.

"There is something you can do for me," I started. She looked at me eagerly.
"I want you to smoke when we go out tonight," I said.

Her look suddenly turned to one of appal. "I've told you before, I'm not
going to smoke for you," she said gruffly.

"Please?" I pleaded. "You said you'd do anything."

She was about to refuse when she looked at the ring. There was a moment of
silence as she considered it.

"Oh, okay," she said, giving in. A grin came across my face larger than I
thought possible. "But only tonight," she quickly added.

"That's okay," I agreed. "That's all I'm asking."

She sat there unhappily, possibly regretting her decision. "Well you'd better
go and buy them now then," she said. "If I'm going to be smoking tonight in
public, I want to try it here first."

"Okay then," I said.

I was so excited. I left the house for the nearby service station.


When I returned, Rosie was still on the couch where I left her.

"Here you go," I said as a dropped the packet of Longbeach Ultimates onto her
lap. "That's the smallest packet they have: Twenty cigarettes."

"Did you get a lighter?" she asked bluntly.

"No," I said. "You've already got one, haven't you?"

"Oh yeah, I do too," she remembered. "Do you want to get it for me?"

"Sure," I replied.

I quickly went to the bedroom to find it sitting where I remembered it was,
next to a candle on the dresser. I went back out to find that Rosie had
already torn away the cellophane wrapping from the packet and had just
flipped the top open.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" she asked.

"I'm not asking you to start smoking or anything," I explained. "I just want
you to have a few cigarettes while we're out tonight, that's all."

She looked unconvinced. She tore away the foil from inside the packet and
then read 'Ultimate' on the front of the box.

"These ones aren't strong, are they?" she inquired.

"Oh, no," I assured her. "They're only two-milligram. The ones your Mum
smokes are twelve."

"I would have preferred one-milligram ones," she said in spite. She looked
down at the open packet. "So...," she stalled. Eventually she slid one out
and placed it between her first two fingers, holding them straight. It seems
to be common knowledge nowadays, how to hold a cigarette. I could already
feel myself becoming aroused as she held the unlit cigarette. "Are you going
to light it for me?" she asked.

"I can if you want," I said.

"Let's do it then," she said. She held the cigarette to her mouth and
flicking the lighter, I brought the flame to its tip. The cigarette didn't
light.

"You need to suck on it a bit to get it going," I explained.

Rosie did so and the cigarette caught the flame. She quickly pulled it away
and puffed out the smoke she had drawn into her mouth. She screwed up her
face in distaste and then looked at me in a manner I read as, "What on earth
are you getting me to do here?"

"Just try it again," I said in response to her unasked question. "Suck it
into your mouth and just hold it there for a few seconds so you can get used
to the taste."

"I don't want to get used to the taste," she said. "It's awful."

I gave her my best puppy-dog look and she gave in, trying it again.  She did
as I suggested and took a drag into her mouth and held it there. She glared
at me as if to say, "I hope you're happy," and then blew it out in a puff. "I
feel so ridiculous," she grumped. "I'm going to be so embarrassed tonight."

"You look sexy though," I tried to assure her.

"Yeah, to you maybe," she huffed. "Is this all you want me to do tonight?"

"Uh uh," I said, shaking my head slightly. "You're not inhaling."

"But I'm smoking aren't I?" she returned.

"No, not until you inhale," I explained.

She sighed in frustration. "So is there some special way to inhale," she
asked.

"No, not really," I said. "Just suck it into your mouth like you just did and
then open your mouth a bit and breathe in. That's it."

"Okay," she accepted.

I watched with full attention as she put the cigarette to her mouth once
again. I saw the end burn as she drew on it and then she took it away. She
started to breathe in as I explained and then back out in a nice stream of
smoke. It was punctuated by a single tiny cough at the end.

"Wow, I'm impressed," I said. "You didn't even cough."

"I was about to, but I fought it," she said proudly. "Except that one snuck
out at the end."

We both smiled. Her pride over not coughing and the smile that followed
seemed to me like she might be accepting what she was doing.  As if it had
already gone from a chore to a challenge.

"That's all you need to do," I said. "See if you can do it again." Rosie put
the cigarette to her mouth without a second thought this time and proceeded
in taking a drag. She inhaled and exhaled without a hitch. I was feeling
extremely aroused by this point and had to adjust my sitting position to
accommodate. "There you go," I exclaimed.  "You're a professional."

She smiled at me. "So this is all you want me to do tonight?" she asked
again.

"Yep," I said.

"I guess I can do that," she said and took another drag. She inhaled and
exhaled flawlessly once again. "Yeah, I can," she confirmed.  "Where can I
put this out?"

"In the sink," I suggested.

"Good idea," she said. Rosie went to stand and almost fell back on the couch.
"Whoa, I feel dizzy," she said.

I stood to hold her. "Yeah, that happens until your body gets used to the
nicotine," I explained. We made our way into the kitchen. "You'll be fine
tonight," I assured her. "If all goes to plan we'll both be so drunk you
won't even notice."

"True," she smiled as she trickled some water over the end of the cigarette.
Rosie then put it in the trash. "I'm only doing this tonight remember," she
said.

"I know," I said.


Night came and we were both dressed up, ready for the night ahead.  "Are you
ready to go?" I called out to Rosie.

"Almost," she called back from the bathroom.

"I'll called the taxi then," I said.

I called for a taxi and then started for the bathroom. Rosie came out just as
I got there. She looked as beautiful as ever. "How do I look?" she asked.

"Amazing," I replied.

Moments later we heard a car horn. The taxi was out the front. "Let's go,"
Rosie said.

We were just about to step out the door. "Have you got the cigarettes?" I
asked.

"Ah, no," she said and hurried down the hall. She returned seconds later,
putting the packet into her handbag.

"You were hoping I wouldn't ask, weren't you?" I joked.

"No," she said. "I just forgot to put them in. It's not like I'm used to
having to remember them."

I grinned. I knew she hadn't left them on purpose and found her effort to
convince me amusing. We got in the taxi and left.


We arrived at the restaurant on time for our reservation. "Smoking or
non-smoking," they asked.

I looked at Rosie, smiled and then turned back. "Smoking, thanks," I replied.

We were shown to our table outside on the balcony. We were handed our menus
and left alone. We had a small table off to the side. It was all very
romantic with the only lighting coming from the candles upon each table.
There was even a bottle of champagne ready for us. After a brief moment of
indecision, we both decided upon our meals and were waiting for the waiter's
return to take our orders. "Are you going to have one?" I asked eagerly.

"What?" Rosie replied.

"Are you going to have a cigarette?" I elaborated.

"Already?" she asked.

"Why not?" I returned.

"I don't think I want one just before I eat," she said. "The taste might ruin
my meal."

"Okay," I accepted. I didn't want to push too hard.

A waiter came by and soon enough, we had our meals. The food was great and
the atmosphere was perfect. I couldn't have asked for a more romantic
anniversary dinner. I finished before Rosie did as usual and sat patiently,
waiting for her to finish.

"Yum. That was beautiful," she said and tapped her mouth with her napkin.

"Mine was good too," I said. "We'll have to come back here again sometime."

"Yeah, we will," she agreed.

"So, are you having a nice night so far?" I asked.

"It's lovely, thank you, Baby," she replied. She sat back in her seat and
sighed. "I'm full."

We sat for a moment to let our food settle and made small-talk. During a
pause in conversation I looked at Rosie with a, "Well?" look.

"What?" she asked me.

"Can you have one now?" I asked.

She looked around quickly as if to make sure no one was watching her.  "Okay,
I guess so," she said.

She picked up her handbag from off the ground and reached into it for the
cigarette packet. She pulled it out along with the lighter and put her bag
back down. Opening the packet, she slid one out and put the packet down in
front of her on the table. She looked at me as if to justify her actions and
then put the cigarette to her mouth and lit it. Time almost stood still for
me at that point. Seeing her, looking so dressed up and beautiful, now with a
cigarette in her hand and the packet in front of her, I could feel the
hormones start flowing through my veins and spread out into every single part
of my body. As her slow exhale ended I snapped back to real-time.

"I almost coughed again then," she admitted.

I just smiled. Secretly hoping there was no need to stand anytime soon. Rosie
finished her cigarette and after leaving myself sufficient time to "cool
down", I suggested we leave and so called a taxi.


We arrived in town and entered the first club of the night. The music was
blaring and smoke filled the air. I went straight up to the bar and got both
of us a drink. I went back to where I'd left Rosie and handed her her drink.
"Are you going to have a cigarette?" I yelled into her ear.

"Okay," she yelled back. She passed her drink back to me so she could reach
into her bag. She took one out and lit it.

"You know you don't have to wait for me to ask," I hinted.

She just smiled in reply and blew a stream of smoke into the air.

Once we'd finished our drink we went for a dance. The night continued in this
fashion, with drinking and dancing, and to my surprise, Rosie continued to
smoke throughout the night and I didn't even ask her to once.

Eventually the night had to come to an end. We'd both stopped drinking a few
hours before we decided to head home. We caught a taxi and soon enough were
walking back in our front door. As soon as I walked in the bedroom I dropped
onto the bed. "I'm buggered," I said.

"Me too," Rosie returned. She put her bag down and dropped down on the bed
next to me.

After a small recovery period I rolled over and opened her bag, taking out
the cigarette packet. I opened it. "Wow," I exclaimed. "Only two left."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Yep," I said. "That means you smoked seventeen tonight."

"Wow," she said. "No wonder my throat feels raw."

"Yeah, and only in five hours too," I added. "That's pretty good."

"Well I hope you made the most of it 'cause it won't be happening again."

I rolled back over to face her. "Thank you so much," I said. "I really do
appreciate what you did."

"I hope so," she said.

"I do," I assured her. "There is one more thing I'd like you to do though."

"What?" she asked bluntly.

"Kiss me," I said with a grin.

She smiled and I leaned over her. As soon as I got near I could smell the
smoke on her breath and it drove me wild. We began kissing and our tongues
met. I could taste the smoke on her's. I seemed to lose control and found
myself unable to stop kissing her. The taste lured me and with each breath
she took I could smell it also. I was in ecstasy.

After several minutes I managed to pull myself away. I was extremely turned
on by this time however. "How tired are you?" I asked her.

"A little. Why?" she asked.

"Do you think we could...?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course we can," she said with a smile.


The next night I drove Rosie down to her mother's. Rosie and I had been
living together for the last five months, but she had gotten a job close-by
to her mother's and so was staying with her during the week. When we got
there Rosie was unpacking her things and found the cigarette packet in her
handbag. "Shit," she exclaimed. "Those smokes are still in here."

"So," I said. "Just leave them there."

"But Mum might see them," she said worriedly. "I might hide them somewhere."

"Why does it matter if she sees them?" I asked. "You're nineteen.  You're
allowed to smoke."

"That's not the point," she said. "I don't want her to know I smoked.  I'd
never hear the end of it."

"Oh," I said.

"Can you take them back with you tomorrow and throw them out?" she asked.

"I guess so," I said.

"Cool," she said. "I'll just hide them in here until the morning, okay?" She
put them in her desk drawer, right up the back. "Don't forget them," she
added.


The next morning I left for home... forgetting the cigarettes. There wasn't
much I could do by the time I got home. I text-messaged Rosie to explain what
had happened.


A week went by and it came time to drive down south once again to pick up
Rosie for the weekend. This weekend also happened to be my birthday weekend.
It was on the Sunday.

I picked up Rosie directly from work on the Friday afternoon. "Happy
birthday, Baby," she said excitedly as she got in the car.

"Thank you," I replied.

After a quick kiss, we were off.


Driving down the highway, Rosie has turned to me, still beaming with
excitement. "Do you want to know what I got you for your birthday?" she
asked, almost sounding like a statement.

"Sure," I said.

She reached down into her bag and promptly pulled out an unopened packet of
Longbeach Ultimates. "I'm going to smoke for you all weekend," she said a
little too enthusiastically.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I couldn't think of what to get you, but then I realised
there was one thing you wanted more than anything else."

"To see you smoke," I said.

"Exactly," she said. "And it only costs eleven dollars."

"Eleven dollars?" I questioned. "They only cost me seven-fifty last time."

"I know, but I got the bigger packet this time," she explained.  "There's
thirty in this pack." Rosie began to unwrap the cellophane.

"Wait a second," I said. "You had two left in the other pack."

"Well umm...," she stalled. "I sort of had them the other day."

"Why?" I asked.

"I had a really bad day at work on Wednesday," she began, "and when I got
home I was in such a bad mood. I knew that people say that smoking helps when
you're stressed or whatever so I thought I'd give it a go.  I went out on my
bedroom balcony and had one of those cigarettes.  Half-an-hour later I
decided to have the other one before Mum came home." She looked at me
bashfully. "I hate to admit it, but they made me feel better," she added.

I just smiled knowingly.


Forty-five minutes later we arrived home. "We've got the place to ourselves
this weekend," I said, knowing that our house mate was gone for the weekend.

We took Rosie's bags into the bedroom and then had a huge hug. Rosie broke
away. "Do you want me to start smoking yet?" she asked eagerly.

"Why are you in such a hurry to smoke?" I asked suspiciously.

"'Cause it's your birthday present," she replied.

"Okay then," I said with a false reluctance.

"Yay," she said chirpily. She removed the cigarette packet from her bags and
took one out. She lit it.

I'm not sure if I was imagining it or not, but she seemed a little relieved
as she inhaled for that first time. After a whole weekend of smoking, it was
clear to me that she would more than likely become hooked. It was with this
knowledge that I decided to give her a few pointers. "Sit down for a moment,
Sweetie," I said as I sat down on the bed myself. "If you're going to be
smoking all weekend, I have a few tips."

"Okay then," she said.

"First of all, the way you're holding it," I said. "You need to hold it
further up the filter."

She looked at her cigarette. "What? You mean closer to the white?" she asked.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "That way there's more of the filter in your mouth when
you suck on it."

She repositioned her fingers along the cigarette. "What does that do?" she
asked.

"Well smoke comes out the sides of the filter too, not just the end," I
explained. "So if you have more of the filter in your mouth, you'll get more
smoke out of it."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Uh huh," I said.

Rosie took a drag allowing more of the filter between her lips. She exhaled.

"Next," I said. "You have to start dragging longer, inhaling deeper, and
holding it in." She looked at me with interest, nodding. "Try dragging until
your mouth is as full as you can get it," I said. "Then inhale nice and slow,
hold it there for a few seconds, and then exhale slowly."

"Okay," she said and tried it.

She did just as directed. "Wow," she exclaimed.

"Can you feel it?" I asked her.

"Sure can," she said.

"You get heaps more nicotine into your system that way," I explained.  "You
can smoke the way you normally do if you want, but I just thought I'd let you
know how to get more of a buzz."

"Thanks," she said.

She tried the extended method again and after exhaling slowly, looked at me
and smiled. It was clear to me that she was enjoying smoking, but I knew that
if I asked, she'd deny it.


The weekend carried out as normal, except that Rosie smoked the whole time.
She had a cigarette roughly an hour apart throughout both days.  It then came
time to take her down to her mother's on Sunday night. It was 7pm and Rosie
was smoking her last cigarette of the packet. "This has been a great
weekend," I told her.

"So you liked your birthday present?" she asked me.

"I liked it very much," I said.

She finished her cigarette and held the smoke in as long as she could.

"Do you want to kiss me one last time?" she asked, talking the smoke out. I
smiled and stepped up to her. We began kissing passionately and I tasted the
smoke upon her tongue, and smelt it on her breath, for what I was hoping
wasn't the last time.

Eventually we broke away and left.


We were a few meters from Rosie's mother's house. I was slowly down to pull
over. "Keep driving," Rosie said.

"What? Why?" I inquired. I kept driving.

"I have something to tell you," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this," she said, "but I want to keep smoking."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I was sure even before this weekend," she admitted, "but now I have no
choice."

"Why not?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Because I'm hooked," she said. "I need a smoke right now."

"Oh," I said.

"So do you like it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do," she replied.

We drove up the road to the next service station and Rosie went inside and
returned with another packet of Longbeach Ultimates. We then back-tracked to
her mother's house. "Are you going to tell your Mum?" I asked as we got out
of the car.

"I guess I have to," she replied. "It will be too hard to hide."

We went upstairs and sat down in the lounge room with Rosie's mother.  "Mum,
I have something to tell you," Rosie said.

"What is it?" her mother asked.

"Umm...," she stalled. "I've started smoking." Rosie braced herself for the
repercussions.

"What? When did this happen?" her mother asked.

"Sort of this weekend," Rosie replied.

"Why?" her mother asked.

"Well-"

"No, wait," her mother cut her off. "Come outside and have a smoke with me
and you can tell me everything."

"Okay then," Rosie said. "I'll just go and get them."

Rosie dragged me into her room with her and she took the cigarettes from her
bag. "Wish me luck," she said and kissed me.

"Good luck," I said.

She went outside with her mother and returned almost fifteen-minutes later.
"How'd it go," I asked her.

"Well she's not happy about it," she said, "but she's accepted it."

"Did you tell her it was my fault you started in the first place?" I asked
worriedly.

"No, I didn't," she replied. "I just told her I tried it when we went out."

"Thank you," I said.


The next weekend Rosie and I went shopping. We were headed for the cigarette
counter at the supermarket when Rosie stopped me. "I want to buy a carton of
cigarettes that Mum and I can share," she said.  "What's half-way between
her's and mine?"

"Umm," I pondered. "Her's are twelve, your's are two, so half way is seven.
The closest to seven are Super Milds which are eight."

"Thanks," she said. "I knew you'd be able to figure it out for me." She
walked up to the counter. "A carton of Longbeach Super Mild thirties thanks,"
she said.

She bought them and we finished our shopping, returning home.


As soon as we had gotten in the door, Rosie pulled out the carton and opened
it. "I have to see what these are like," she said as she proceeded to open
the packet. She took a cigarette and lit it. She smoked it like she normally
did. "Mmmm," she said. "These taste better." She took another drag. "And
they're definitely stronger too," she exclaimed. "I'm starting to feel a bit
dizzy."

"So do you like them?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do," she replied with a smile.


That night, I sat her down on our bed. "Can you do something for me,
Sweetie?" I asked.

"Sure, Hon, what is it?" she asked.

I handed her the packet of Super Milds that I picked up on the way in.  "Can
you have one of these and describe to me everything you are feeling?" I
asked.

"Sure, I can do that for you," she said. She took a cigarette out. "Do you
want me to describe everything?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Okay then," she said. She held the cigarette between her first two fingers.
"The cigarette is light. It almost feels like I'm not holding anything," she
started. She put the cigarette to her mouth and lit it, taking a drag. "The
smoke is quite warm in my mouth," she managed to get out before inhaling.
"It's cooler once I inhale and it feels quite harsh as it goes down my
throat."

Little wisps of smoke drift from her mouth as she speaks. She exhales.
"Right now I can feel the nicotine flowing through my body," she said.  "It
tingles slightly but apart from that, it feels like something that has been
missing from my body is finally back and I feel complete. It feels so good."

A burst of hormones race through my body.

She breathes out. "I can smell the smoke on my own breath already. It smells
strange." She took another drag and inhales. "I can taste the smoke
throughout my mouth," she said as she exhaled. "It tastes strange. I like it
a lot though. It's yummy."

With that I lost control. I jumped upon her and began kissing her more
passionately and with more purpose than I think I ever had before. I pulled
away. She took another drag and turned her head to the side to exhale. "And
now I feel a little wet between the legs," she said, smiling.

I smiled too and upon smelling the smoke on her breath as she spoke, I stood
up quickly and took my clothes off as fast as I could. Rosie passed me her
cigarette so she could do the same and when I handed it back to her she said,
"Do you mind if I smoke while we have sex?"

I just smiled devilishly.

..The End