Senior Week, Part 4

Senior Week
By Somers
PART FOUR

It was Tuesday evening. Three days into Senior Week, and after three more
days, it would be all over. Carly had become more than a little bit sensual,
having shared morning and evening sessions with Bryn each day, and she came
to expect them with great pleasure. Bryn was more than happy to drive her
little Pip-squeak crazy, and in the process, she got rewarded with more and
more sexual sorts of behavior. She liked turning the younger girl on, and it
became a time that they both looked forward to with tremendous excitement.

Monday and most of Tuesday were spent with Carly in a sort of a confused
daze, between the delightful morning and evening ministrations of Bryn and
the all-day companionship of that sexy man, Tom. Never before had a guy come
onto her like that, and she had obviously found some of the buttons that
turned him on. And as Bryn teased her up and down the scale and developed her
sensuality, she began pressing those buttons of Tom's more often, hoping for
a big breakthrough.

Carly was a little bit afraid of how fast things seemed to be going with Tom,
however, though she tried not to show it. Carly had attended dances with guys
before, but she wasn't sure that she was entirely prepared for this level of
encounter. She pondered the differences between Tom and Bryn, trying to
factor in the fact that Bryn was her friend and she knew her well, while Tom
she had only barely met. But, of course, she knew that she really ought to be
having sex with a man, but somehow she really, really loved the sex with Bryn
and never wanted to stop that, either.

She felt sort of strange about Tom's reaction to her smoking, but he seemed
so invigorated by the sight of her with a cigarette, that she made an effort
to smoke more. Bryn had helped reinforce that, with their little "sessions."
It was easier to smoke heavily with Bryn there, because Bryn was usually
smoking, too. But Carly started to smoke a lot with Tom, too. It was
beginning to become a blur of cigarettes, and she didn't know how many she
was smoking now, but it was a lot. This wasn't quite what she had intended
when she innocently announced that she was going to try smoking a little bit
during their vacation, but she had to admit that this was the best vacation
she had had ever.

"Are we headed back home now, Tom?" Carly sounded glum, now that they had
negotiated their way out of the city proper, and were heading north. She
really didn't want to go back, because that meant their date would be over
soon; she wanted it to go on and to participate to it's natural conclusion.
She was a bit scared, but she was ready, and she hoped that he was, too. She
took another puff of cigarette smoke, and filled up her chest with the lovely
stuff.

"Do you want to go home? I thought I'd show you the lights of the bay at
night, because it's still early. It looks really nice at night, with all the
lights shining on the water," Tom said, reaching out to put his arm around
her softly. He really liked the way Carly looked, with her pretty red hair
and freckles, and the way that she talked and interacted with him. He felt
that he had a real friend, and he hoped she would be receptive to the actions
he had planned that evening. She was the only girl he had met so far that was
beautiful, both inside and out, and who smoked, too. He got excited about
that, although he didn't know why. He didn't care, really. He had thoughts of
continuing their relationship beyond just this one week, but he felt the urge
to go a little further first. Then he would tell her. Then, it would be time
to profess his newfound love. If she was willing to accept it.

Tom was very gentle, and seemed so sure of himself, but then again, he was 22
years old, and one had to account for his age and his experience with his
past girlfriend. Carly couldn't understand why the girlfriend had left a man
so wonderful, and figured that she must be on drugs or something, because who
in their right mind would let a guy like this get by? But Tom never really
talked about his former girlfriend, except the fact that she looked pretty
when she smoked. That was all Carly needed to know, because she had decided
that she should displace any former girlfriends that Tom had in mind, and if
that meant smoking, then that was what she would do. It would undoubtedly
make her the only one in his masculine head. It was just an experiment, of
course, a naughty flight of seductive vacation fantasy, but one that was
running completely berserk. Carly, in her infinite wisdom, thought that she
had the situation under control, however. So she smoked more and more because
it felt like the right thing to do. She was getting very deeply into the
habit.

Carly blew her puff of smoke out of her body, and nestled closer to Tom on
the big bench seat of the truck. She looked up at him and said:

"Yes, wherever you want to take me, I'll follow gladly. So let's put this
thing in gear," she smiled, winked at him and placed the cigarette in her
lips again, pulling on it while she felt his powerful arm around her. She
drew on it with a newfound power, as she had been doing many times that day.
And many times from then on, too.

Carly, though she was inexperienced, was rapidly gaining knowledge about
smoking. She was enjoying the taste of it, and the enjoyment of exhaling a
big lungful of smoke into the air. She was enjoying the naughtiness that she
felt each and every time she did it, and it was bringing a little secret
smile to her face every time she took a puff. Above all, she was enjoying the
feeling that it gave her, that feeling of power over her own life and
destiny, independent of her parents. She thought that she looked very cool in
her "smoking pose" and had practiced it to the point where she often sat with
her arm propped up, even when she wasn't smoking. It made her feel like she
had finally arrived as a woman, and Tom complemented it perfectly, being the
perfect complimenting gentleman that he was. She didn't exactly know far he
was going to go, but she was thrilled with the thought that he might go
further. Of course, she hadn't thought about what she would exactly do if he
tried to exceed the limits, but she wasn't really sure where they were. As
they grew closer, she tended to move those limits further away. Carly had
become a woman, and she owed a lot of the development to Bryn, but there was
an aspect of it that was hers alone. No one would ever know what a love
affair she was developing with cigarettes.

Here she was, smoking and riding in Tom's shiny, new truck with his arm
around her. It was nice to be riding so high up above everyone else; it made
Carly feel superior. She liked talking to Tom while watching all the people
down there, going to all sorts of places. The two of them cruised up and down
the ocean highway, stopping occasionally at little places to check them out.
They had spent the afternoon at the little amusement park on the boardwalk
riding the carnival-style rides and having lunch at a cute, outdoor café. She
reached out and flicked the ashes of her cigarette lazily out of the window,
and brought it back to her lips for another sizable hit, then let the smoke
dribble out of her mouth while her mind drifted throughout the events of the
past two days.

On Sunday, Bryn and Carly had agreed to substitute in for the boys' friends,
Phil and Justin, in a volleyball game. Carly wasn't much good at volleyball,
and it showed. She remembered Tom's reaction when he crashed into her and
both of them collapsed into a heap. The two of them had missed the ball, and
everyone laughed as Carly got a taste of the sand in her mouth. Then, as he
apologized (although she was in his zone), he kissed her, and that brought a
smile to her face.

She kissed him again after the game, but this time it was more meaningful.
As Bryn had demonstrated, she got her tongue involved, and was obviously
turned on by this. Tom seemed to love the experience, and she knew she had
discovered one of his push-buttons. They recovered by going into the ocean.
Carly's swimming skills were actually quite good, but she pretended not to
know how to swim so she could discover another one of those push-buttons.
Tom was getting her mock-frightened with how far out he was going. He tried
to convince her to go out further, where there were plenty of people standing
in the water beyond the place where the waves were breaking. But the water
was almost reaching her neck, and she pretended to curse her short stature.
The solution was for her to wrap her arms and legs around him, and to have
him carry her out there. She liked the feel of his hands on her body, and
they kissed numerous times as the ocean waxed and waned around them. When he
carried her back, he asked to stay in the water for a few minutes, crouching
down so that most of him was immersed. He also seemed to be blushing a little
bit. A few minutes later, while drying herself off, she had figured out why,
and that made her feel very naughty, indeed. So she lit up a cigarette again,
struggling with the breeze while she stretched her body out to soak up the
rays and blew big clouds of smoke out lazily. She watched him in the water,
and giggled. She remembered Bryn's description of herself being a
"cock-teaser," and she enjoyed being something of a cock-teaser, too.

But the early and late afternoon on the previous day, were like heaven. He
helped her light numerous cigarettes, as they lay on the beach and enjoyed
the sunshine, and he rubbed suntan lotion on her back. He bought lunch for
her, which was just a hot dog and fries, but he enjoyed feeding her the
fries, one by one. She was planning on getting a new bikini as soon as she
could, perhaps at the little shop in the village that she had seen, where
they sold some extremely revealing things that her Mom would certainly not
approve of. She wanted to get sexier for him, because he seemed to like that.
It also seemed like a large percentage of the other teenage girls on the
beach were almost completely naked, so it wasn't like she was going to be
putting on a show for anyone. This was Senior Week, and it was the time to
get naughty, very naughty, she thought as she took another deep pull on the
cigarette and filled up her lungs with that nicotine that was becoming an
essential part of her. She blew it out in a giant white cloud, the cloud that
would surround her face for years to come, and also one she would be very
happy living within. She liked the influence.

Nightfall came on Sunday, and she returned to the girls. With rather pink
skin, too. She had that glow of the ocean and she announced to Bryn:

"I want to go to the store tomorrow, and buy the sexiest bikini that they
have! I saw some awesome ones today!"

Carrying her bag, and appearing framed in the bright sunlight, she took a
huge puff of her Marlboro Light and exhaled it all into the beams that were
streaming past her youthful body. She then entered the room.

"And can we go out and get another pack of cigarettes soon? I'm almost out of
them." It was said nonchalantly, while the older girl leaned back and
observed. Carly seemed breathless.

"Pip-squeak! You're all sunburned!" Bryn exclaimed while snuffing a cigarette
out into the large, partially full ashtray on the coffee table.

Carly looked at her skin and pressed a patch, placing the cigarette into her
lips and taking a powerful drag on it. Then she huffed the smoke into her
lungs, as she observed the color change from white to pink and back again.
She shrugged.

"I always get red in the sunlight, it hurts a little," she paused, removed
the dangling cigarette and completed the exhale which was already boiling
from her lips, "but, it's never as bad as it looks."

"Well, I think it makes you look fresh and healthy. And of course they have
sexy bikinis, not like the mall back home. Dorothy, take one look around you!
This sure ain't Kansas! The stores are open here until at least 10 o'clock!"
Bryn said, placing a fresh cigarette to her lips, and lit it up.  "We can get
you the cigarettes, hit the store and get you a bathing suit, and get some
dinner, too."

"Hmmm-, I guess you're right, the stores here stay open kinda late, but what
do you expect from me? Hey, Toto! We're going to the store!" Carly danced
around and laughed with the fantasy dog while taking a puff of her cigarette,
inhaling deeply and then blowing it into the room in spiraling clouds. She
was feeling quite giddy.

"I just love it when you get silly! Bryn raised her eyebrows, taking a
voluminous puff from her cigarette while pinching it in her fingers and
filling up her ample chest with smoke, then holding her breath while croaking
out:

"I think I'm going to get laid tomorrow night," she winked slyly and lazily,
and then exhaled a lung's worth of tobacco smoke with a big grin on her face.

"Let me guess! Sam! Right?" Carly flopped her sore body on the couch, feeling
the little stinging sensation in her skin, and staring at Bryn while she took
a drag of her cigarette, and anticipated the answer, huffing the smoke into
her lungs.

"Sam? Oh, no, that was this morning! Get with the program, will you? The
afternoon I spent with this awesome character named Robert, and we're going
to get together tomorrow. He loves my boobs," she displayed them proudly,
sticking out her chest and taking a vicious drag on her cigarette, glowing it
into an ash that lit up in her face like the light of creation. She then
created quite a stir in her chest, as she swelled it up enormously, barely
within the confines of her bikini top, threatening to pop her breasts out
with the strain.

"He's quite handsome," she said with her chest out like that, "But-"

She couldn't contain it anymore, rapidly and suddenly releasing the pressure
in her chest in an explosive exhale which looked as if it would fill the room
by its sheer volume, she then said, while smoke still came from her mouth:

"But he hates smoking. That's the only thing."

Carly couldn't help but laugh. Then she grew more serious as Bryn came to the
part about him hating smoking, and her eyes grew wide. "Really? Whatever did
you do about that? I mean, you love to smoke, and I can't imagine you without
a cigarette," she said, inspecting the tip of her own cigarette and deciding
that there must be about one hit left. She took it at that moment, lighting
up her face with the glow of the shortened remains in her lips, then staring
into the ashtray as she snuffed it out while filling up her lungs with more
of the continued satisfaction.

"I abstained," Bryn said simply, tapping her cigarette ash into the ashtray.

"You  ABSTAINED?" Carly was astounded, and the smoke came from her lips in
thick sheets. That Bryn could go all afternoon without a cigarette was
unbelievable. This female had to go to the girls' room between every period
at school, and she also complained that she had cravings before they got out
of classes for the day. The male teachers were the easiest ones, because you
could always pick up your purse and announce cramps at least a few times a
month. Then you'd come back all happy, and things would be just fine.

"Yes, but he's worth it," Bryn looked up in the air dreamily and took another
giant, lung-filling drag. Carly knew in an instant, while thinking about Tom,
that Bryn would have quit smoking to get him, at least for a little while,
and she understood. Of course, she was very pleased that Tom seemed to like
the fact that she smoked, having chosen to be a smoker from now on. She was
set with her guy, now she had to just concentrate on Bryn.  And she enjoyed
concentrating on Bryn, almost more the Tom, but she wasn't really sure.

"But you know that we can always smoke together, don't you?" Carly said
playfully, shooting her a wink.

"I know that I'm very comfortable with my little Pip-squeak, and I enjoy
blowing smoke in your face," Bryn giggled, while breathing out an incredible
quantity of smoke directly at her, while Carly just smiled and took the
remains of the big, puffy cloud into her lungs. She was quite used to Bryn
doing this, and had come to accept it as a part of their life and their
friendship together.

"OK, let's go to the store, and we'll talk about it some more, and figure out
what to do," Carly said, popping up from the couch and coming over to Bryn.
She waited while Bryn took a violent drag on her cigarette, inhaled rapidly,
and then kissed her on the lips, and they shared some smoky pleasure. It was
something that she had become quite familiar with doing, and they had begun
doing it more often, in private.

She couldn't believe that Bryn had gone the whole afternoon without smoking,
and felt that she had to get her back on track. Nevertheless, the deprivation
seemed to cause Bryn to smoke much more, and something in the back of her
mind was tickled at that fact. After all, she was an inspiration, as she sat
and sucked the delicious smoke deeply into her lungs. Yes, Bryn was in need,
and it was a need that Carly would try and fill. They did go to the store
that evening, and shared their naughtiness because they kissed passionately
in public, then strolled by all the stores, holding hands and smoking
cigarettes.

Back in the truck, she exhaled another big puff of smoke into the air, and
realized she wasn't with Bryn now. Then she watched as her smoke was whisked
out the window of the truck, roaring onward toward her destiny. She
remembered Bryn last night as she tickled and played with her, and brought
her all the way there. The older girl's face was there when she came back,
too. She developed a secret smile on her face. Their sessions were something
that Tom shouldn't know about.

Tom turned the truck onto a small, dirt roadway off of the main road. Carly
didn't mind. Her thoughts were in her wonderful dreamland, where Tom would
always be her guy, but Bryn would be there, cheering her on to new heights of
pleasure and providing the smoky kisses and whatever else she needed. She
stared at the very short cigarette in her fingers, and then threw it out of
the window to a sparkling demise. She had wanted to take another puff, but
that cigarette was all finished. She snuggled into Tom's arm and sighed.

How often she had felt his arms and hands on her were totally countless, and
equally as countless were the number of times that they had kissed. She was
his little dream princess, and he, her knight in shining armor, and she
worked herself up far enough in her seat to plant a kiss on his cheek, a
really juicy one. As they headed off of the highway and got deeply into the
woods, it became dark. If it was a place where Tom wanted to go, then it was
a place that Carly would go, too. She only wished that Bryn were there to
guide her.

"Here it is, and I think it's a beauty that few will ever know," Tom declared
as they emerged onto the shoreline of the bay from beneath the trees. Tom
turned off the lights, and he opened the sunroof to reveal the night sky.
Carly looked out on a wonderful vista that was full of lights in the
distance. She could see lighted docks and far away houses, with windows
illuminated with the glow of love. The whole scene was reflected in the black
water, broken only by the presence of small boats, which silently glided
along. To the left and to the right, as far as she could see, the scene was
filled with lights. Yet it was silent and dark, but she could hear the sounds
of insects in the woods nearby. Then she viewed the stars above and she was
completely mesmerized by the scene.

"Oh, Tom! It's spectacular!" She declared.

"Yes, but despite its beauty, it cannot hold a candle to your sweet face," He
kissed her then, and it prickled the skin on the back of her neck, until he
took her in his arms, and he really kissed her. It was passionate, very wet,
and very warm. Carly felt a little thrill inside of her, and she kissed him
back with all the emotion that she had inside of her. She slowly protruded
her tongue out, engulfed within their lips, and it met his and then their
kissing became a powerful mouth action, which hid the dancing of their
tongues.

"You're so beautiful, Carly. I've never met anyone quite like you before, and
I think you know that I like you, more that I have most other girls," Tom
cooed as he glided his hands over her breasts, smoothly massaging her and
smiling as a man in love.

Carly looked at him, and stroked his hair. She was in raptures over the
moment. His eyes were so sincere, and she nearly cried when she saw them, but
she forced herself to look at him, because this was the face of someone who
truly loved her. She didn't know why, though it didn't really matter anymore.
At this moment, she would have done anything for Tom. She felt very strange
inside, her nipples tingling, her heart pounding in her chest as it had at
their first encounter, but there was another feeling that was very deep in
her body, and very lonely.

"I wanted to bring you here and tell you that, because your beauty and the
beauty of the ocean compliment each other so perfectly. And I sincerely hope
that you do not think of me as an idiot." Tom poured his heart out to the
small girl, kissing her neck and rubbing her breasts.

"Oh, Tom, I would never think of you as an idiot! What a silly thing to say.
You're a beautiful, caring sensitive man, why would I think you an idiot?
You're awfully smart, Tom, really you are," Carly tilted her head up and felt
his kisses on her neck, and felt another thrill travel down her spine, and
she clutched his head and thought of him as hers forever. She felt the tingle
in her nipples heighten, and brought down her hands and began removing her
T-shirt and her bra. After she did, she leaned back on the bench seat of the
truck, and there he was, on top of her.

"I'd like it if you lit a cigarette, mon cheri," Tom finished in French while
bringing goosebumps to her skin with his kisses to her neck. He then stopped
and looked at her with eyes that craved something, "And then kiss me with
your beautiful smoke."

"Tom, for you I could smoke all night long," Carly giggled, as she fumbled to
find the pack of cigarettes.

"Ah, mademoiselle, allow me to assist you," Tom was in a much better
position, above her as he was, where he could survey everything. He retrieved
the dwindling pack of cigarettes, removed one for her, and placed it into her
lips. As he did so, he maneuvered both of her legs into a position where he
was kneeling on the seat, straddling her legs, which were bent slightly at
the knee. She giggled again as she found a place to rest her head against the
armrest in the door. She stared into the sky, seeing the long, unlit
cigarette resting in her lips and feeling the slight chill of the night air
against her naked breasts. It was too late now to go back, but she really
didn't want to. Something naughty inside of her made her go on.

He found the lighter and made her a flame, then held it as she leaned forward
and pulled the essence into her body through the cigarette. He turned the
lighter off, and placed it where he could easily gain access to it again as
she blew out the puff. He separated her knees and brought his strong arms to
rest on each side of her, then leaned down, rested on the seat, and kissed
her.

"Would you kiss me with your smoke? I love that beyond description. A really
big puff, because we both will share it," he lowered his voice and nearly
whispered the request. He seemed partially embarrassed at the strangeness of
the act, but Carly didn't think it was especially strange, not coming from
Tom. He had already confessed that he loved it when she smoked and he thought
she looked beautiful doing it, so this would be a way he would taste it, too.
He massaged her breasts with his warm hands, pressing down and placing some
of his weight on top of her as she exhaled.

She wanted to be so beautiful for him, so she sucked on the cigarette very
hard, forcing her cheeks deeply inward and lighting up the tip brightly, and
continuing for several seconds until her mouth was completely full of dense,
thick smoke.

Tom stared, and he looked like the Cheshire cat, so pleased was he. As she
took the cigarette out of her lips, he bent down to lick the skin around her
breasts while she almost involuntarily inhaled the largest breath of smoke in
her young life. She almost coughed when the enormous burden of smoke came
into her throat, but she had learned how to avoid that feeling. She inflated
her lungs rapidly, and it soon passed.

Then his lips were upon hers, and his tongue was in her mouth, twisting and
turning. He was as anxious as a little puppy, greeting his long-departed
owner at the door. So, she gave him the entire contents of her lungs, no
longer caring about the smoky breath, because it was very clear that Tom
loved it. She exhaled that thick and rich smoke slowly into his mouth, and it
seemed as if he was going to suck the life out of her, so voracious was his
appetite. He passed the consign of smoke on to her in turn, and somehow it
had acquired a new taste since it was last in her lungs. She savored it, as
he made little humming noises while on top of her. She knew there was more
coming, and was a little bit afraid of it, but she had decided by now that
this was the proper thing to do.

Their lips parted, and she exhaled and inhaled because this man had left her
breathless. Never in her life had she tasted true love, and here she was,
under the stars and by the bay, reveling in more of it than she could
imagine, yet something important was missing. She held her cigarette in her
fingers, and she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him with incredible passion,
then paused to take another pump and she delivered more smoke into the
situation. This was better than good, better than the best, because with
every breath she received raptures within her little body that surged and
swelled into a giant bubble. She felt mighty, though he was in charge of
their physical situation. She felt power, though she was physically still a
Pip-squeak. She wondered what the missing element was, yet she felt it.

He moved his hands down and unsnapped her shorts, then he reached inside to
find the panties, and she thrusted her hips upward off of the seat to help
him in his endeavors. He smoothly glided his hands down her body, stripping
it of any impediments that lay between them. She ended up kicking them off,
and felt no need for them anymore. He kissed her just as she came back from
that little maneuver, and she kissed him back, with the vestige of smoke in
her mouth, and still 2/3 of her cigarette yet to smoke. She wanted to
extinguish it now, because it seemed to be in the way, yet she dared not,
knowing from his actions, how much he loved it.

He lowered his pants and he stared at her, fully exposed. She looked at him,
and smiled with dreamy passion, lifting her legs higher in the air. She
closed her eyes. Now was the time for her to become a woman, the penultimate
act. Although she had anticipated it, no one could be really ready for it.
Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest, but she had
decided that she must do this act, mustn't she?

He was pretty gentle as he found his way in. He went slowly and gradually
into her until he felt some resistance. She giggled. Then he kissed her
sweetly, and told her how wonderful she felt, and how long it had been for
him, and he slid back and forth, and she sort of liked the feeling. It was
very similar to the way that Bryn turned her on, though more subdued. She
brought the cigarette to her lips and took a generous drag, tapping the ashes
off on the floor of the truck because there was no where else to get rid of
them, and then she kissed him as he most fully penetrated her.

Was it just three days ago that she was jump-roping in the back yard, and
already she had become a true woman? From that to a smoking beauty in just
three days boggled her mind, but she liked the new role. As she released the
smoke from her drag up into the sky, it dulled the violence of the thrusts
somewhat. The pain that she felt did put a damper on her feelings that had
built up thus far, and it continued to hurt a little bit as he began the
thrusting. He hadn't brought any lubricant with him, cause men never do, and
she was so used to it, from her sessions with Bryn. He was a rather big
specimen, she thought as it brought a smile to her lips. He was much more
violent this way, but she had to let it go, for his sake. She took another
long drag on her cigarette and inhaled it all deeply, and lay back on the
seat and bit her lip. She hoped it would be over soon, but she accepted the
fact that once a man starts, there's no turning back, so she went through
with the entire act while smoking. Her little, burning friend was there with
her throughout the violent acts that were happening in her groin, and she
gazed at the object in her fingers as she endured the sensation. But she did
it for Tom, because she would have done anything for Tom.

He suddenly went staccato, and began a thrusting action that bounced her head
against the door, and she realized that this was the actual act, so she began
to shout:

"Yes, baby, oh, yes! That's it, honey, oh yes! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!"
She took another strong puff of her cigarette, inhaled it. And then felt a
small wave of goodness, partially from the cigarette and partially from Tom's
actions inside of her, and it felt pretty good. His lips were all over the
place, but she found them and delivered smoke to them, and they embraced
passionately. He completely emptied her lungs with his hugging action,
because it was so tight.

"Carly- I think I love you," Tom said, then he breathed the smoke out of
himself, and collapsed on her shoulder, his lungs heaving deeply following
his exertion.

She felt the little thrill subsiding now, and wondered if this was all there
was to sex, but Bryn had said that it was much better the second time you did
it, and she very much understood her now. That little thrill was awesome, and
it was something that could not be explained in words, and it was just like
the feeling that you get as you are riding up the roller coaster, and you
begin to feel yourself going over the top of that first awesome descent. She
wanted that feeling back, and she kissed Tom's neck repeatedly as he lay
clutched in her arms, breathing so deeply. She knew he needed some
encouragement, if he were to go further with her, and she very much wanted
that to happen. She said:

"Tom, I feel so incredibly wonderful now! You were totally astounding!" As if
to highlight her statement, she took another enormous drag of her cigarette,
watching it carefully now and realizing that it was close to the filter;
suppressing that annoying cough that had started coming whenever she dragged
really deeply. She found his breathless lips, and breathed a new life into
them. In fact, it could have been astounding or not, because Carly had
absolutely zero experience, this having been her first time, with a man.  He
breathed it back into her lungs in what was becoming, for the two of them, a
familiar act. But, throughout the entire experience, she couldn't stop
thinking about Bryn, wondering how she was doing that night with Robert. And,
well, missing her. Still desiring their wicked, and much longer session
together. Perhaps even more than before.

END OF PART FOUR

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