Smoke And Mirrors, Part 10

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 10: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall:

Jill remembered seeing the amazement in Suzanne's eyes as she had double
pumped. It would not take her long to try it. The student had shown that she
was a quick study.

Jill grinned as she counted the cigarettes in her pack. She was right;
Suzanne had stolen one of her cigarettes this morning, obviously to relieve
her intense cravings. The little sneak, stealing my cigarettes, she thought,
smiling to herself. She knew that she had nothing to worry about. Suzanne was
almost fully addicted. Jill knew it. If Suzanne didn't know it now, she soon
would. She knew that she would return again and again to the cigarettes that
she had learned to enjoy and need. She looked forward to returning home to
see how many cigarettes Suzanne would have smoked on her own. She knew that
Suzanne would easily break her record of 13 cigarettes in one day. She would
have to. These cigarettes had only 1/3 the nicotine content she was used to.
She smiled wickedly.

Jill, quickly completed her shower, was dressed, and preceded to leave the
apartment. As she was reaching the door, she turned to see Suzanne sitting at
the table sipping her coffee. Suzanne had only smoked the one cigarette while
Jill was getting ready. But she knew that she would be lighting up as soon as
she left. "You have fun now, don't study too hard. Enjoy. See you." she said
as she exited the apartment.

"Bye." Suzanne said happily, knowing exactly what she would do as soon as
Jill left.

Well, there she was, all by herself. She had just poured herself another cup
of coffee, just before Jill had left rather suddenly. She looked down at the
pack of cigarettes sitting there so close and available. She had a lot of
work to do, but then the little voice in her head started to whisper. "Why
don't you treat yourself?  Have another cigarette. You know you deserve
another one before you start your reading. It will make you feel better; you
know that. Go ahead." Suzanne looked around the empty room and felt a little
bit lonely. Well, she thought, at least I have my little white friends here
to keep me company. She slowly removed a cigarette.

A strange thought entered her head. She had never seen herself smoke a
cigarette. With no one around, and no fear of getting caught, she could
easily go into the well-lit bathroom with its large mirror and see what she
looked like. All through the week, she had been watching various college
girls lighting up, noting the varied styles and techniques. She knew exactly
what she would do. She picked up her lighter and then decided to take the
pack with her. She wanted to see the whole process, she thought giddily. She
walked slowly to the bathroom, feeling both excited, yet strangely
apprehensive. As she got in front of the large mirror, she noted how good she
looked in the long hunter green velvet robe. She smiled as she realized that
she had nothing on under her robe.

Well, here we go, she thought. She slowly picked up the pack, glancing into
the mirror, to see what she looked like while holding it. The gold color of
the package stood out against the dark green background of her robe. The
package did look rather sophisticated, so shiny and classy. She opened the
flip top box, and shook it carefully upwards as she had seen Jill do many
times. A couple of all whites quickly came to attention, sliding perfectly
out of the box. She smiled to herself as she recognized her own expertise.

She slowly removed one from the pack, and placed it in her right hand. She
started to recall the first smoking lesson with Jill, trying to remember
everything that she had been told. She held the unlit cigarette in many
positions, realizing that Jill's method was the best. Her reflection was no
longer that of a high school teen, but a "more mature college woman" about to
smoke one of "her" cigarettes. She liked what she saw.

Now was the moment of truth. Inserting the cigarette deeply into her lips,
she clicked the lighter and raised it slowly to the dangling cigarette.
Looking up, she realized how natural she looked. There was no doubt in her
mind; she looked like she knew what she was doing. Having Jill and Paula as
role models had allowed her to mimic their style of an experienced smoker.
She sucked as hard as she could, mimicking Jill's technique. She continued to
suck, counting unconsciously in her head to five. Again periodically glancing
up. She then hungrily inhaled the smoke deeply into her waiting lungs. The
smoke entered her lungs, very easily, too easily she thought, recognizing
again that these were ultra light cigarettes, and not Jill's cigarettes. She
held the smoke for as long as she dared, then turned her head to see her
profile, as she exhaled a large amount of billowy smoke. She smiled again,
enjoying the image of seeing the smoke being released from her pouting lips.
She was amazed to feel her self getting slightly wet, with the excitement of
this newfound image. She looked very sexy; there was no doubt about it. Not
quite as sexy as the red head with the extra long cigarettes in the
restaurant, but sexy enough. She grinned.

She again felt disappointed. These lights just didn't taste like the ones
that she had been smoking. She then remembered how Jill had double pumped
before she left.

I wonder if I can do that too she thought with a bit of trepidation. She
would try. She deliberately emptied out her lungs of all the air, and then
proceeded to take a substantial drag; she inhaled deeply but not all the way.
She then raised the cigarette to her lips again and duplicated the first
drag, even sucking in a bit harder. She was amazed at the rich taste that
filled her mouth. That was more like it, she thought to herself. These aren't
that bad. A smile began to form on her lips. Overwhelmed with the rich
tobacco taste she had been missing all along, she nearly forgot to exhale.
She again positioned herself to give herself a good view of her profile as
she exhaled a long full plume of smoke. This exhale was equivalent to the one
that Jill had so casually demonstrated this morning. She beamed with pride.
She had done it. She smiled as she remembered what she had said to Jill
earlier. "Their okay, I'll get used to them."

She noticed that seconds after she had watched herself double pump, the
wetness in her crotch increased. She was actually becoming aroused. She felt
slightly guilty about this feeling, as Catholic girls just weren't supposed
to do that. She again looked up at the image see saw in the mirror. She saw
how sexy she looked with the cigarette, framing her face. She inhaled another
single deep drag, watching her image carefully in the mirror. The wetness
continued to increase. Ohhh, she thought, why is this happening? She
uncontrollably undid the belt holding her loosely tied robe. The site of her
well-shaped breasts increased her excitement. She slowly began to rub her
breasts with her left hand slowly circling each of the well-shaped breasts,
as the nipples became immediately erect. She took another long deep drag,
smiling as she again exhaled a large plume of smoke. Her left hand slowly
slid down towards her genitalia. She had never masturbated in high school and
was still a virgin. As her hand slowly slid closer to its target, she started
to shake with anticipation. Her right hand with the cigarette in it
noticeably trembled. She found her clitoris, almost by accident, as she
slowly started to stroke it gently. She felt an almost immediate need for
another deep drag, as her entire body was alive with electricity. She rubbed
the walls of her vagina, and let her fingers return to the clitoris, again
and again. She started to whimper, and then moan; each time her fingers
touched the inner sanctums of her sexual charged awakening body. She started
to lose her breath as the pace of her stroking increased. She reluctantly
discarded the burning cigarette in the toilet after taking one more long deep
quick drag. She continued to rub harder and harder. She started to lose her
breath. She braced herself with her right hand on the vanity. And then she
came, as the years of pent up sexual abstention were finally released in a
heaving moment of orgasmic pleasure. "Oh my God, Oh my God. Oh Oh  Ohhhhhh."
And then it was over. Oh what bliss. She stood there sweating and panting,
trying to regain her composure.

That was just sooooo wonderful-she sighed. She stood  leaning against the
vanity with her right hand, as her chest heaved. She gathered herself. So
this is what heaven was all about, she smiled to herself. She would have to
do this again, very soon, she thought to herself. She continued to try to
gain her composure. She carefully tied her robe back into place, feeling
totally satisfied, but still a bit excited. She was glowing from the sexual
fulfillment she had just experienced.

After a moment's pause, her thoughts surprisingly turned to her cigarettes. I
know what I need now is another cigarette. Her nerve endings were all firing.
She had always seen people in movies have a cigarette after sex. Although she
didn't have someone to share the moment with, she picked up her cigarettes
and the lighter and proceeded to the sofa. She needed to lie down, feeling
weak kneed from the experience. While lying down on the couch, she slowly
removed another cigarette from her pack, and lit up. She felt strangely proud
that she had been able to light up without any difficulty; despite the fact
she was on her back. She greedily took in as much smoke as the ultra light
would allow. She felt the calming effect of the nicotine as it reached her
sexually excited nerve endings. As she slowly inhaled a delightfully
satisfying drag, she watched the thick funnel of smoke gather above her head.
She was in total bliss.

This had been quite a week. There had been quite metamorphoses from her prior
"Good Catholic Girl" persona. Here she was lying on the couch smoking, having
just masturbated for this first time in her life. She had made two new girl
friends this week. Tonight she was about to have her first date with an older
experienced college senior. Her previous shy unconfident self was now a thing
of the past.

She started to raise the cigarette to her lips, and then stopped. She
positioned the burning cigarette in front of her eyes looking at it with a
total expression of curiously. She said out loud to herself. "And all of this
had started with her lighting up a single cigarette?" Her decision to learn
to smoke had changed her life. Wasn't life grand, she giggled?  She inhaled
another long drag.  It was just like Jill had said. She had learned to fully
enjoy smoking. After watching her image in the mirror, she realized that she
could smoke with the same style as Jill.

She smiled as she realized that her cigarettes had now become her new best
friend. They would always be there when she was bored or lonely. They would
be there to make her look sexy. They would be there to share with friends.
More significantly, they would provide her with pure satisfaction again and
again.

Any guilty thoughts about getting hooked were now well behind her. She knew
that she wasn't really addicted. After all it had only been a week. If it
happened, it didn't bother her. In fact it sort of excited her, remembering
her first cravings. Would it be like the other night at Appleby's?  She was
reminded about how good that cigarette had tasted. The relief was so
satisfying. She would not resist anymore. She would not feel guilty. Why
should she? It was worth it. Wasn't it? Of course it was. She grinned, and
took another drag. The cigarette started to heat up.

"Today, I am a smoker," she said loudly, emphasizing the "am". She promised
herself that she would never again feel guilty about her smoking. She would
smoke whenever she wanted, but she would still reevaluate her situation again
at Thanksgiving. She felt finally at ease with herself; as the years of
self-inflicted guilt were released with each exhale. She took one last drag
on her cigarette, and crushed it out. It was time to get to work. She had a
lot of reading to do and then she paused, and so many cigarettes to smoke,
she smiled. And she knew she would.

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