Senior Week, Part 5

Senior Week
By Somers
PART FIVE

It was Friday night, and the guys were having a party. Joanne and Sarah were
invited, and there were a number of people from the beach community there,
not the least of which was the pizza delivery guy, and the girl from the
store downtown. They listened to music, and did some dancing in the small
living room, and it seemed to be packed with bodies at one point.

Carly was a teensie bit drunk, and Joanne had challenged her to a Tequila
shot contest, but when she refused, another guy took her place. So Joanne
proceeded to show him what a big drinker she was, and matched him, shot for
shot, until she collapsed on the counter with glassy eyes after putting away
almost a half a bottle by herself. It was a big event when it started, but
after about a half an hour or so, most people lost interest. Carly knew that
it was going to catch up with her soon enough, and she was right, so she went
and helped her, as she was collapsing.

Tom was not far away, of course, and he rushed to assist Carly in the effort.
They both supported Joanne in her state of drunken stupor, and helped her to
the couch.

"She's gone, I'm afraid. I remember when she got drunk like this at another
party a few months ago, and she was out the whole next day, so I think she
needs to just go to sleep, and she'll be fine, as long as somebody watches
her, just in case." Carly said, removing her cigarette from her lips for
talking purposes, and then replacing it when she was done speaking. She took
a healthy drag to calm her nerves and filled up her chest with the smoke, and
then spoke as the smoke came out in big clouds, quite forgetting, in her own
partially drunken state, to exhale:

"Joanne? Are you OK? Come back to me now, and tell me that you're OK!" The
clouds filled the space between her and Joanne. The cigarette bounced in her
lips.

"I'mth fine!-  Justh don'th bother me!-  Carly, you shoud'th thmoke so
much!-  Didth I winth the contesth?" She managed to say, smiling the whole
time and staring into nowhere, losing her train of thought from time to time.

"You won with flying colors, Joanne!" Tom lied, "You put him on the floor,
and they're picking him up now." In fact, a couple of guys were helping him
to see straight and to focus on things, although he was still standing, and
searching for his opponent.

Carly blushed at what Joanne had said. In fact, between Bryn and their
regular sessions morning and evening, accompanied by constant cigarettes, and
the continued influence of Tom, she had become quite a chain-smoker in the
short week that she had been at the beach. She had kept company with Tom
during the day, smoking as much as she possibly could, having sex whenever
they could, and then returned to her bed, where Bryn was waiting for her
every night with more cigarettes. It was a week which was filled with so many
cigarettes and so much love, that it had filled Carly with nothing but
pleasure, and now she could not possibly stop smoking. She smoked even more
than Bryn did, and she totally enjoyed each and every puff of the many she
had taken the past few days. She put the cigarette in her lips and said to
Tom, with the cigarette bouncing up and down:

"We ought to get her home, because it's quiet there, and she'll be able to
sleep undisturbed."

Tom agreed, and then Bryn came into the scene. She was just as drunk as Carly
was, perhaps more, and picked up a shot glass from the counter, and she
yelled:

"Hey, everyone! Give Joanne a cheer! She's drunker than shit!" She paused for
a deep drag on her cigarette, then continued within smoke, "Here's to you,
darling! May you enjoy your sleep tonight!" Bryn held a shot class of Tequila
to her lips, and quickly bolted it down, smiling and placing the cigarette in
her mouth for another drag. During which, she got an incredible round of
shaking as she inhaled. It was from the pure strength of the Tequila and its
potent alcohol.

She rapped her foot on the floor uncontrollably and screwed her face up with
the power of the drink, breathing smoke from her face, and said nothing more
than: "Oh, my God! That's wicked stuff!" She laughed and grabbed another shot
glass full of the infinite happy juice.

"Bryn! I need some help here!" Carly called out as they raised Joanne to her
feet. The girl was much heavier that they had thought, and was putting her
dead weight on, too. Carly had noticed the big hips, and the pudgy tummy just
before she and Tom tried to lift her. Although Tom shouldered most of the
burden of the overly-indulgent girl, Carly needed help to bolster the left
side of her body. They hoisted Joanne up, and all the sins of her overeating
were revealed, not that there was anywhere to hide them.

Bryn came to the rescue, holding her full shot glass very carefully, and both
girls now held up the left side of Joanne. Joanne became alert and
pronounced: "Onward, and upward!" She threw out her chest, and tried to march
off, nearly toppling the girls and Tom in the process, spilling some of
Bryn's drink, and then went rapidly to sleep again, hanging like a dishrag in
their arms. Both Carly and Bryn had cigarettes in their lips, and they sucked
on them frequently as they brought the big girl across the open air between
the two houses, and into their house. Tom held up his end of his
responsibility without flinching as the other two somewhat drunken girls
struggled with their fallen comrade.

"My God, this girl has got to lose some weight!" Bryn said as they crossed
the driveway between the two small houses, carefully controlling the glass
that she held and bouncing the lit cigarette in her lips.

"Too many twinkies, I would guess," Carly giggled, drawing on her own
cigarette and taking a breath of smoke as they struggled to bring the weighty
girl into the house.

They finally deposited her in her room, on the bed. Carly took a drag on her
cigarette, which was growing very short, and then she worked to peel it from
her lips. She giggled while she tried to remove it, then broadcast a cascade
of smoke.

"What's a madder, Pip-squeak? Having trouble takin' that fuckin' thing out of
you mouth?" Bryn asked while she dangled her own cigarette from her lips,
then she smiled as she looked at the nearly full shot glass in her hand.
Carly was amazed that she got that all the way over here, though she was
unprepared to drink it.

"It was stuck, but I got it, and it's totally wasted anyway," Carly searched
for a place to dispose of cigarettes in this room, a room of non-smokers,
found none, and spent it on the floor, crushing it out with her toe. Now she
was in a dilemma, because she had left her cigarettes and lighter back over
at the party, and it was time for another one. It was always time for another
cigarette, lately.

"Well, I think she'll be OK, but somebody ought to tell her not to drink like
that, because it can be very bad," Tom said, "Thank god, she didn't start
vomiting." He said, examining the girl who was curled up in a fetal position.

"Vomiting? Euewww! HIC!" Bryn declared, busting out with a decisive hiccup.
She looked shocked, and then started laughing, so she placed the glass on the
dresser. She hiccuped again in the midst of her laugh, and then Carly quickly
put her face into Bryn's and screamed. She was trying to scare the hiccups
away, but Bryn just burst out with bigger peals of laughter, then inhaled
another puff of cigarette smoke and a very explosive hiccup came out.

Tom grinned, "Smoke will do that, the best thing to do is to simply relax,
and breathe slowly and deliberately." Bryn looked at him with vacant and
somewhat drunken eyes.

"Hey! He sounds like he really knows! You got a good- HIC! -guy here
honey," Bryn took a final suck on her cigarette and threw it on the floor,
hiccuping once again while the smoke hit her throat. "I better do what he
says," she said, grabbing the drink and walking on unsteady legs toward the
other bedroom.

"He's going to be doctor Tom someday," Carly gave Tom a sloppy kiss.

Carly and Tom followed her, after tucking a pillow underneath of Joanne's
head, and drawing the covers up around her. Carly was anxious to go into the
other room anyway, because that's where her stash of cigarettes were. She and
Bryn had decided to purchase a whole carton for her yesterday to cut down on
what were becoming frequent trips to the store to get them. She had already
taken two packs out, but there were so many left that she didn't give it much
thought as she yanked another fresh pack out, and began to peel the wrapper.
They were the full flavor Marlboro 100's; Carly had now outgrown the Lights.

Bryn was sitting on the bed, holding her drink and staring into the mirror,
concentrating on her breathing, like a good little girl. "HIC!" she declared,
and then started giggling again.

"So, is this where you've been sleeping, and um- doing other things?" Tom
entered the room and spied a vibrator on the bed. He smiled at Carly as he
saw it.

Carly was busy lighting her cigarette, and when she followed his eyes to the
toy left carelessly on the bed, she started to blush. She and Bryn had
apparently become rather careless about things in the last several days,
because it was always such a pain to put things away after every morning
session, knowing they would need them again that night. Smoke came bursting
out of her lips as she removed the cigarette from them. Bryn then looked
across at the object, and then hiccuped.

"I know exactly what will get my breathing right. HIC! And calm me down!
Here, hold this," She declared, handing her glass to Carly, and climbing up
on the bed. She removed her bikini bottom in record time and sprawled out on
the bed, sitting up against the headboard and hiccuping confidently as she
wiggled out of her top. She sat, entirely naked with her large breasts
bouncing against her chest while she picked up the vibrator and smiled at
Carly.

"Well, you ARE going to join me, aren't you? C'mon, Pip-squeak! HIC! You
weren't bashful this morning," Bryn simply told the truth. The drinking she
had done made it all come out of her lips, and there was no hiding it.

Carly thought that she would die. She was beet-red, and tried to hide her
face by drawing on her cigarette.

"Hmm-, perhaps I ought to make myself scarce?" Tom looked at Carly, who was
too tongue-tied to answer.

"Hell, no! HIC! You can watch Pip-squeak's educational experience! Just shut
the door, and we'll get rolling!" Bryn grabbed the tube of KY and squirted
some onto the round surface of the vibrator, then expertly smoothed it into a
thin sheath of slipperiness, smiling wickedly.

Carly continued to hide within a thickening cloud of smoke and looked at the
drink in her hand, then over at Tom, who seemed quite lost in this somewhat
unusual love triangle. Carly knew that she loved Tom because he was so
incredibly affectionate to her, and such guys were few and far between. She
couldn't lose him because she had never met a guy like him before, and it
could be years before someone else came along with that special mixture of
tenderness and strength. But she was also realizing just how deep a love she
had for Bryn, and all the crazy things they did together, things that you
just couldn't do with a guy. She made such incredible love, a love she had
become addicted to, and Carly didn't want that to ever end, either. Indeed,
she wanted them both.

She shrugged, tossed her hair back away from her face, placed the beverage to
her lips and gulped it down quickly. She immediately was seized with a
burning sensation in her throat and placed the glass on the table, shaking
her head from side to side.

"Whoo! That's some strong stuff!" She exclaimed, returning the cigarette to
her lips and strongly sucking on it to bring some kind of familiar taste into
her throat. The Tequila had a kind of a sweet taste, but it packed a
walloping after effect. She stared past the glowing end of her cigarette at
Tom, and he saw a curious longing in her look, one that was perhaps masked
with a little bit of confusion, and a lot of embarrassment.

"Tom? It's not exactly what it looks like, I mean Bryn likes to show me
things? Well, we just play around somewhat. Maybe a little more than
somewhat- Oh, I don't fucking know! But I do know that she makes me very,
very happy," Carly said through a massive exhale of smoke.

"Perhaps I can help you become prepared for this 'educational experience'?"
He raised his eyebrows and held out his hand. Carly felt the crimson color in
her face, heating it up to a blood-red state. She took another drag, and
inflated her chest with the large puff, smiling weakly at him and holding out
a tentative and somewhat shaky hand.

"If you don't get over here, Pip-squeak, I'm going to start without you,"
Bryn said, reaching over to the night table where she kept a spare pack of
her cigarettes for emergencies. She placed one to her lips and found a
lighter that was nearly out of juice, flicking it awkwardly and repeatedly
with a slippery hand while she held the vibrator in the other. It wasn't
lighting.

Carly, defiantly, brought herself close to Tom's body and kissed him with all
of the smoke that was within herself. She smelled the smoke from the tip of
the cigarette as she continued to engulf his face in the passionate embrace
that they shared for many minutes.

When they parted, Tom removed his tank top, and he gently held Carly's
cigarette for her, as she removed her bikini-top. Looking at her
meaningfully, he placed the cigarette gently into her lips and she smiled at
him as she brought the tip to a splendid glow. Bryn, flameless, just stared
at the scene with the unlit cigarette dangling from her lips.

"You two look really good together. Pip-squeak? Is he this good in bed? And
will we ever find out? That does it, I'm starting without you two! And if
somebody doesn't find a light for my cigarette, I'm going to go totally
insane!" Bryn declared, looking down at her private parts, spreading them
open, and then inserting the vibrator into herself with a thrust that both of
the other people in the room could actually hear.

Tom looked over at Bryn, grinned, reached into his pocket and tossed her a
lighter.

"Always prepared, aren't you?" Carly looked up into his face while she
unbuttoned his shorts, the cigarette still in her lips where he had placed
it, and every word she said was punctuated with smoke. She passed her fingers
across his very well-prepared status, and pulled his underpants down as she
sank to her knees and confronted herself with a rather large penis.

"Bee Jay! Bee Jay! Bee Jay!" Bryn shoved the vibrator into herself with
vigorous effort, and drew on the cigarette in her lips with penultimate
satisfaction. She plunged it inward with increasing strength, raising her
level of ecstasy to monumental proportions. Once Carly had done this act, she
had experienced all of the things that Bryn had in store for her and had
earned her degree in sexology. Now, they both could continue on to graduate
school, and further their studies together, but something in her very drunken
mind feared that this guy would rob her of the pleasure that she had with
Pip-squeak. So she stroked herself repeatedly and watched as the scene
unfolded before her.

Carly looked up at Tom with her vibrantly red hair shimmering over her
shoulder, and withdrew the cigarette from her petite lips. She delicately
blew out a puff of warm smoke over his manhood, and asked him if she should
do this to his body with her beautiful blue eyes. No word was spoken, yet she
communicated her intent with her soft fingers. The glass of Tequila. And all
the drinks she had consomed that night had helped her to shed her inhibitions
completely.

"You don't have to, my darling, because your pleasure is more important in my
mind. Of course I'd love the feeling of your beautiful lips on me, but don't
feel that you have to-" He stopped in mid-sentence, as her lips engulfed his
penis and the saliva built up on her tongue wetted him beyond anything that
he would have wished for.

"Carly! That feels so good! My God, that feels so damn good!" Tom cried out
as she drew her lips back and forth, and played with the thing in her mouth
with her tongue, encircling the tip. It was awfully big. Bryn had told her
that a man's penis was like a giant version of a woman's clitoris, but, never
having had one in her mouth before, she hadn't realized how incredibly large
and long it was. Tom had a brief reprieve from Carly's devilish treatments as
she lifted her open lips and tended to her dwindling cigarette, smiling at
him speechlessly. She took a long drag, and drew all of the smoke into her
lungs. Then she placed her lips over his enlarged penis and she automatically
began to bob her head with the wet and smoky lips that had been waiting for
her lover to fill them.

She bobbed and smoked, as Bryn worked herself up to a state that was beyond
containment and started screaming. Carly knew that she really needed someone
to hold her and help her through the experience, and she looked up at Tom for
his help.

Breathing deeply and totally enjoying the sensation, Tom found it very
difficult to avoid plunging his manhood into her lovely and delicious mouth,
but he was afraid of choking her. After looking at Carly's reaction to Bryn's
screaming, he knew that she wanted so much to help the older girl, and he
also knew that this thing that she wanted was of paramount importance. It was
time for the man to be firm and take control of the situation.

"Oh, my GOD!" He exclaimed, backing away from Carly and breathing heavily
while trying to constrain himself. "Help her, Carly, help her, and heaven
help me!"

Carly needed no urging, and she immediately leaped onto the bed, and stared
Bryn in the face, hunched over her on all fours. She smiled wickedly, and
brought the cigarette to her lips, and took Bryn's hands.

"Slowly, honey, slowly, remember you told me that you must do it slowly?" She
took over from Bryn's frantic hands and slowed down the actions while the two
girls stared at each other, each with their cigarette in their lips.  Bryn
began to smile as the path to ecstasy took on a more measured and beautiful
pace, because her lovely and gorgeous Pip-squeak was there for her. She went
into the raptures of an orgasm that were beyond belief, breathing nonstop on
her cigarette, and exhaling the constant smoke that now surrounded the two
girls.

Carly fluffed Bryn's wonderfully golden hair and shared her exhale of smoke,
mixing it with her own. She so loved Bryn, because she brought excitement to
her life and, at times like this, she wanted to bring it back to her. She
piloted the vibrator so expertly into and out of her now very familiar body,
so familiar that she could almost feel the ecstasy coming in measured waves.
Just like the ocean. They continued on with their cigarettes shielded from
the outside world by means of Carly's hair, which hung down on either side of
her face. Huffing in contentment, they each shared the contents of their
lungs in that confined space as Carly continued to thrust their toy.  As they
had done so many times before, they became one in love and within the cradle
of nicotine.

Tom watched as he saw his beloved seize this girl, yet he could not contain
himself. He wanted to share some of this love, and draw it into himself. He
so loved Carly, and he didn't know exactly why. Perhaps it was the was that
she turned up and wrinkled her cute little nose at him, or the way that she
stood with one arm supporting the other, and held up her cigarette. It might
have been her speech, her red hair, or the incredibly crimson glow of the
cigarette in her lips, framed by her beautiful cheeks caught hollowed in
certain lights. Or it was those situations such as now, when he saw her hair
but could not see her face, yet had memories of it as the smoke poured out
from the sweet person within. He did not care what it was, and perhaps it was
all of the above, but in any case, he had to do something. After all, the man
should take control of the situation.

He saw Carly's other, larger cheeks upon the bed as she squatted over Bryn,
and the open tube of KY lying out within his reach. Those cheeks just
beckoned to him, and, pulled apart, they exposed a connection to Carly's
sweetness. It really wasn't very difficult to figure out what to do,
especially with his degree of preparedness. One look at the growing cloud of
cigarette smoke that saturated Carly's hair, and the vibrating Bryn
underneath, and imaging what those girls were feeling made the decision for
him.

He kneeled up on the bed, grabbed the tube of KY and lubricated himself, and
then placed himself squarely behind his lover. He pulled her cheeks apart and
found the tiny opening, into which he slowly placed his thickened penis.  It
was so deliciously tight.

"Tom!" Carly shrieked.

Bryn looked out with sleepy eyes and saw Tom's muscular body in the poised
position.

"I hope you're lubed up really good! Now just stay there Pip-Squeak, and give
it your best effort!" She yelled to him, in the midst of her ecstasy, the
cigarette slightly singing Carly's hair.

"Oh yes, he is, Bryn, darling, oh yes he is!" Carly declared beyond her
cigarette, feeling the first light thrust, The thrust of many which would
raise her level of enjoyment of the experience beyond her dreams and hopes,
and catapult her into her new life.


END OF PART FIVE

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