The Smokers Club, Part 2

Smokers Club
Part 2 of 2
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Brenda looked at the carton of cigarettes in her hand. She felt so 
wonderfully decadent- she hadn't had a carton of cigarettes given to her 
since her senior year of college.
    'What are you thinking about ?' Karen asked as they made their way back 
to her car.
    'What do you mean ?' Brenda asked innocently.
    'You look like- well, if I had known a carton of cigarettes would put a 
look like that one your face I'd have given them to you two months ago.'
    'I was- I was thinking about the last time someone gave me a carton of 
cigs. It's a funny story.'
    They got into the car and Brenda pulled the first pack out of the carton, 
tore off the cellophane, and lit up. Karen did the same before pulling slowly 
out of the parking lot, looked at her friend, and smiled. 'I happen to like 
funny stories.'
    'Well, it was the night before reading period. My boyfriend Greg and I 
were almost finished- we didn't have any finals, just papers. He'd written 
all his by I was still working on an English paper and he came over to the 
room looking for a little- well, you know-'
    Karen trimmed out the slightly opened window and pretended that she 
didn't. Instead she concentrated on the challenge of driving in the spreading 
snow. 'Sex. I told him no, not until I finished the paper. He said that 
wasn't a good enough reason so I picked up an empty pack of cigarettes- I 
always had to be smoking when I was writing- and said I couldn't possibly 
have sex without a cigarette to smoke afterwards. He left and came back two 
hours later with a carton of Marlboro Lights 100s, handcuffs, black leather 
underwear- for me- and a bottle of champagne. For the next ten days- reading 
period, exams, and senior week, all I did was have mindblowing sex, smoke, 
drink, and cry.'
    'So do you think he was turned on by your smoking ?'
    'I think,' Brenda said, blowing smoke out the window, 'he was attracted 
to my warm moist hole and he knew smoking was a part of the package. He never 
gave me any impression he didn't like it, but I think he more just accepted 
it.'
    'So why did quit ?' 
    'I got my job right out of college, none of the people I worked with were 
smokers and Sean didn't smoke.'
    'That's something I need to ask you about.'
    'I thought this wasn't about Sean.'
    'No, it's about work. Are you going to have anyone to smoke with ?'
    'I guess you're pretty serious about my being serious about smoking.'
    'I didn't buy you those cigarettes to stare at, girl. I expect you to 
find someone at work with that you can share your smoking breaks with.'
    Karen took her left hand off the steering wheel and brought her cigarette 
to her mouth, drawing deeply.
    'Do you think that's important ?'
    'I know you, Brenda. You're going to need a support group until you get 
comfortable smoking again.'
    'Well,' Brenda said, exhaling, this time into the car as Karen had, 'it 
just happens that my assistant Candice is a smoker. She takes four or five 
cigarette breaks every day plus she smokes at lunch. I think she'll be 
willing to work with me. It's not like she has a choice.'
    'Great. Now getting back to this Greg, are you sure he wasn't just a 
little bit attracted to your smoking- he did give you a carton after all, not 
just a pack.'
    'Is that why you gave me a whole carton ?' Brenda teased.
    Karen laughed. 'We'd have to have a pretty miserable night at this party 
for me to have sex with you.'
'Well, that's good to know- one lifestyle change at a time.'
They both laughed at that.

The tobacconist's shoppe was full of holiday shoppers and smokers. Teresa 
walked through the door, enjoying the opportunity to smoke and shop at the 
same time. Her father had started browsing as soon as they'd gotten inside 
the door, so she was free to check out all the smokers milling around.
She saw one unexpected young woman standing near the counter in the middle of 
the shop and Teresa went right up to her.
"Brittany ?"
"Hey Teresa."
"I didn't know that you smoked !"
Brittany flashed her membership/discount card. "I've only been smoking ag- 
for about two weeks now."
"How'd that happen ?" Teresa asked, her voice bright and accepting.
"You sound surprised."
"Well, I remember the day I told you I'd started smoking and you looked at me 
like I'd let you down."
"That was kind of immature, wasn't it ? Can we just forget about that ?'
'All's well that ends well.'
'Well, I was studying with my boyfriend one night about two weeks ago, and I 
was having a lot of trouble staying awake. He suggested I try one of his 
cigarettes. I did- pretty hesitantly- but I liked it and it worked. Not to 
mention that it seemed like it was a really turn-on for Mike. The only thing 
was that he didn't like the way the cork filter looked and I thought his 
Marlboro 100s were a little strong. So I tried lights and that was better for 
both of us."
"So it wasn't just about you finding a way to stay awake while you were 
studying ?"
"No. When we met the first thing he did was offer me a cigarette."
"Really ?" Teresa asked, intrigued. 'Do tell.'
"We were walking out of Hellmann and he pulled up short to light a cigarette 
and I walked into him. He turned around as I was saying I'm sorry, finished 
lighting up, looked at me and said 'Hey, it's okay- you're cute. Want a 
cigarette ?" I said no thanks and he said "That's too bad" and walked away."
"That must have gotten your attention !"
"Did it ever. I sat down right next to him the next class and the first thing 
I said was 'So you think I'm cute ? That's too bad.' He was hooked right 
then. After that he kept calling me until I agreed to a date and the rest is 
history."
"That's so cool," Teresa said. "So what brings you here ?"
"Well, believe it or not, I'm already up to half a pack a day. I was bitching 
about how I'm using all my laundry money buying cigarettes at four dollars a 
pack and he said I should join the smoker's club and get a discount card and 
buy a carton. So I stopped by your room, joined up, and got this card from 
Melissa. But I've been standing here for ten minutes trying to decide what to 
buy. Your roommate lit up one of her Virginia Slims 120s and I thought Mike 
would really get off on me smoking those- but I'm not sure I want to switch 
brands."
Teresa held out her pack and lighter. "Try one of mine then. I may be biased 
but there's nothing like them- especially for making a guy hot."
Brittany took the pack, extracted a cigarette and lit it somewhat nervously. 
But her hold and exhale were both very well done.
    It just so happened that Teresa had her digital camera in her purse- 
she'd been thinking that she might let Dad take a picture or two. She took it 
out and snapped a picture just as Brittany was taking a second inhale on the 
long white cigarette. She took another one of her holding, the long white 
cigarette up near her face, angled away.
    'Well, what do you think ?' Teresa asked.
    'I'd like to see the pictures,' Brittany said.
    Bringing them up in the viewfinder, Teresa was pleased to see the smile 
that came across Brittany's face.
    'I think Christmas is going to come early for Mike this year.'
    She turned to the young woman behind the counter and asked for a carton 
of Virginia Slims 120s and a carton of Marlboro 100s, showing the discount 
card. 
    'You get a free pack with each carton.'
    'One pack of Marlboro Lights 100s and one pack of Virginia Slims 120s.'
    Brittany handed the pack of 120s to Teresa, who shook her head. 'You 
don't have to.'
    'I want to say thank you. And can you email me those pictures ?'
    'Sure,' Teresa said, taking the pack.
    "I'll catch you at school."
    Teresa found her dad talking to Melissa's dad.
    "So my daughter's roommate wants to learn a little bit about cigars ?" 
Carlos asked.
    "Yes," Teresa said, somewhat seriously.
    "You seem more afraid than excited, Teresa."
    "Well, this is kind of a big thing, isn't it ?"
    "It can be, but I wouldn't look at it that way. I remember when Melissa 
started. She was so eager, but she came to me of course I told her the same 
thing I'll tell you. You are already such an attractive young smoker that 
cigar smoking can be an extension of that for you. Donald and I have been 
talking and I think you did the right thing coming to him. Melissa is a 
wonderful cigar smoker but she would have rushed to get that first cigar in 
your mouth and that's not the way to do this."
    Teresa gave her dad a little hug around the waist and he slipped his arm 
around her shoulder.
    "Now, let's talk about the cigar your father and I have selected for you-"

    "I can't believe this snow," Jessica said, a frown on her pretty face.
    "Come on, you know the snow is supposed to stop by late this afternoon 
and the party's not until eight," Phil said, slipping his arm's around his 
fiancé's waist. He hugged her gently.
    "Yeah, I know," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
    "That's not what's really bothering you, is it ?"
    She kissed him on the cheek. She loved the fact that he was actually 
sensitive- sensitive to her moods, something he accomplished without being 
needy and whining like most sensitive guys were. He was right. There was 
something else nagging her. She pecked his cheek a second time, walked over 
to the coffee table, picked up a pack of Marlboro Lights 100s and pulled one 
out He was there to light it for her immediately.
    "It's Sean and Brenda."
    "You feel guilty that they introduced us, went out with us on our first 
date and now they're not together. It even makes you wonder about us, right ?"
    Jessica smiled. "I could lie and say no- I mean, a part of me does say 
no. I think what you and I have is special. But it's disconcerting. They 
seemed so happy together and it was part of the warm glow that got our 
relationship off on such a good footing. And then he leaves her for somebody 
else."
    "Whom he's very happy with," Phil said, defending his friend. "And 
Brenda's Brenda. She'll be fine."
    "Oh, you men," Jessica said, only half-teasing.
    "What does that mean ?"
    "Oh, the difference between men and women is that women want to see their 
exes happy and men want to think there is no other guy out there for any 
woman they've dated."
    "That's not true. I know plenty of spiteful women. And Brenda and I only 
dated for a month way back in college. But if it will make you happier, I do 
think there's someone I could introduce her to- Kenneth."
    Jessica brightened. "That's a great idea," she said, but then she frowned.
    "What ?" Phil asked, although he knew very well what exactly what was on 
Jessica's mind.
    "Well, he's another one of you guys."
    Phil watched Jessica draw on her cigarette. He enjoyed every part of 
watching her smoke. The way the cigarette rested between the first and second 
fingers of her left hand like it was meant to be there. The easy way she 
lifted it to her mouth, never hurried, even when she was angry. The deep and 
patient inhale. The way she kept her mouth closed and forced the smoke out 
her pert nose.
    The way her eyes smiled as she did it.
    "Kenneth is first and foremost the nicest guy I know."
    "He also joneses on women who smoke."
    "I'm just looking at introducing them. Kenneth, this is Brenda. Not 
Kenneth, this is Brenda and I'd like you to sleep with her a few times and 
then decide you need a woman who smokes. And I still contend that's not why 
Sean broke up with Brenda. He had a thing for Anna before he started dating 
Brenda. He just didn't have the balls to ask her out. If you want something 
guys can't understand about women- the same sort of thing as guys not liking 
to see old girlfriends dating someone else-"
    Jessica trimmed the ash from her cigarette, drew on it and then wrapped 
herself around Phil. Their noses were touching as she nose exhaled. Her eyes 
were playful.
    "So you admit it ?" she asked, in her most sultry voice and then teased 
him with a tongueless open-mouthed kiss. She used the index finger of her 
free hand to draw a circle on his cheek and closed her teeth down on his 
lower lip briefly.
    "I'm just saying that women do this thing were they find a guy who is 
dating someone else suddenly much more attractive than he was when he was 
alone. Anna didn't have the time of day for Sean until after he started 
dating Brenda. The mechanism is exactly the same- '˜What does he see in her ? 
I thought he liked me.'"
    "Anna knew Sean liked her ?"
    "Yeah. She'd have had to be brain-dead and blind not to. Look, our 
friends are interesting and all, but right now your have the most stunning 
erect pair of nipples pressed against my chest-"
    She turned her head so she could reach her mouth with her cigarette, drew 
on it, arched her head, and blew a thick cloud of smoke past it, then stared 
directly in his eyes.
    "You are driving me wild with your smoking, I just want to have sex with 
you one last time before this damn party."
    She placed her free hand over the bulge in his pants and rubbed it.
    "It's hardly worth getting naked if it's only going to be once, silly."
    He swept her up off her feet and started carrying her out the room and 
she protested.
    "Wait. Take me over to the table." Once he was there she scooped her 
cigarettes and lighter off the table and allowed him to carry her upstairs 
into the bedroom. Once there, she stubbed out the cigarette, pulled her 
sweatshirt off, wriggled out of her pleasantly tight jeans, and watched him 
as he stripped down to nothing but his socks- he knew how she disliked cold 
feet, another plus.
    She took a deep pull on the cigarette and spread milky white smoke into 
the room, then unhooked her black bra. It floated to the floor. She followed 
that by slipping a thumb inside her underwear and dropping them down to her 
ankle.
    Jessica drew on the cigarette again, a double pump, and smoke trailed 
from her mouth and nostrils as her hand drifted down to her pussy. "It's cold 
down there," she said sexily as she began gently fingering herself.
    "Let me help you keep that warm," he said, walking over to her.
    She turned her left hand over, offering him a drag on the cigarette. As he
 drew on it she brought her other hand to her mouth and put her finger inside 
it, sucking on it gently before she slid it back inside of herself. He knew 
exactly what that meant. He held the smoke, pressed up against her, and 
kissed her, his smoke becoming hers.
    Then he slid down the taunt length of her torso and stopped when he was 
on his knees. He began the slow enjoyable pleasure of pleasuring the woman he 
loved so painfully it hurt to think about.
    She looked down at him, on his knees making love with his long, supple 
tongue and playfully said "Would you still love me if I quit smoking ?"
    His mimsy-muffled response was incoherent.
    "Phil," she said, still teasing, "I'm serious."
    She wriggled in pleasure as she spoke.
    He stopped what he was doing and stood up. She offered him another hit on 
her cigarette, which he took gracefully and then she reached over to the 
nightstand and trimmed.
    "No, of course not. But I'd still love you enough to marry you, silly."
    "You always know the right answer," she said, laughing as she tousled the 
hair on the top of his head. Then she gently pushed downward and he returned 
to duty. He looked up at her, his eyes full of that love as she took the 
deepest draw she could on her cigarette and blew the smoke down to him.
    He reached up with one hand and tapped the area just under her breasts.
    She moved both hands down to her nipples and stroked them, breaking only 
to smoke and trim.
    Just as she was about to finish the cigarette she came to orgasm. There 
was a small ejaculatory squirt and then she stubbed out the cigarette 
groaning loudly. She bent down, pulled him up and tossed him onto the bed. He 
lay still as she picked up the pack of cigarettes, pulled on out and planted 
it between his eager lips. She lit it with her other hand, let him draw in 
smoke, and then moved it away and leaned close so that he could bathe her in 
his smoke. She repeated this and then handed him the cigarette. Crawling over 
him, she rubbed her breasts against and reached over to her nightstand. She 
grabbed the large ashtray there, the handcuffs in them jingling. One end of 
the braces she locked onto his left wrist and the other was quickly locked to 
a slat in the headboard.
    She placed the ashtray where she'd be able to reach it, took another 
cigarette from the pack, and lit it. She pulled hard and then slid down onto 
his chest and her blue eyes dancing, blew smoke up along his body. Then she 
wriggled down and began fellating him. Stroke, stroke, stroke and then a puff 
from her cigarette. As his penis grew and danced inside her mouth her watched 
the cigarette, which she held dexterously over the ashtray. He could see the 
moistness on the filter tip and it made him even harder.
    Three strokes and a pull on the shrinking cigarette, which she kept 
perfectly trimmed. He smoked his own as he moved closer and closer to orgasm. 
She knew exactly when he was too far gone to stop and then held him with her 
mouth, inviting him to cum, which he did willingly.
    Still holding his warm spunk in her mouth she teasing said 'Mmm, 
vanilla," in a lispy voice and then swallowed. They finished their cigarettes 
and she immediately lit another and then handed it to him. She spread herself 
across his chest, facing the ceiling, his still hard penis pressed against 
her thigh and they took turns on the cigarette.
    "Well, I'd love you less if you quit too. But I'd still marry you. I'd 
just have an affair with a guy who did smoke."
    He laughed at the joke.
"Can I tell you my secret fantasy ?"
    "Is this one where I invite my gorgeous buxom redhead friend over for a 
three-way ?"
    "You've been reading too many stories," Phil said playfully. "No, this is 
about our wedding."
    "Oh, don't worry about that. Gilson told me he's moving the reception to 
the smoking hall. She was very apologetic about the mistake."
    "No, this is a fantasy, remember ?"
    Jessica took a draw on her cigarette and then offer it to Phil, who 
sucked on it greedily.
    "Okay, so what are we talking about ? Female naked wedding ?"
    "Oh, I don't think so. Neither one of us want to see our mothers naked, 
do we. I don't suppose you'd be interested in picking up cigar smoking ?"
    "Ah. You mean so that we have cute reception pictures of me sucking on a 
cigar, right ?"
    "Well, I was more thinking of you walking down the aisle with a cigar."
    "My father would LOVE that," Jessica said enthusiastically. "That's a 
great idea. Fantasy ! Why didn't you mention this sooner ?"
    "Because I thought that you would think it was stupid."
    Jessica drew on their cigarette and then kissed Phil, pushing the smoke 
into his mouth. He exhaled it through his nose and she drank it in again.
    "You would honestly consider-"
    "Of course- if you can get that amazing penis of yours hard enough to 
pleasure me again."
    Phil did as he was asked without complaint on either side.
    
    "Dad, stop the car."
    They had just pulled up alongside Brittany, who was trudging along the 
snow-covered sidewalk, her backpack slung over her shoulder.
    "Brittany, how about a ride ?"
    "Are you headed back to school ?"
    "Not straight away, but eventually."
    "Well, I'm going to the Snowfest with Mike tonight. I don't want to get 
stuck in the snow."
    "It's supposed to stop in a couple of hours and I've got my car. Come on."
    Brittany piled into the backseat. Teresa lit a cigarette using the car 
lighter and Brittany asked if her father minded her smoking in the car. He 
puffed on his cigar and laughed, and Teresa passed the lighter back to 
Brittany, who lit the first cigarette from a pack of the VS 120s.
    "I saw your parents in Larainne's the other night. I was surprised," 
Donald said.
    "I hear they are being allowed out at night if they are really well 
behaved," Brittany quipped.
    "Well, what I mean is that I saw them because they were sitting in the 
smoking section. I saw your mom smoking- I thought that both of your parents 
had quit a few years back."
    Brittany laughed. "I suppose that's my fault."
    Teresa turned and looked at her. "Your fault ?"
    "Well, remember how you were saying I didn't seem to approve when you 
told me you'd started smoking ? There's some history there. When I was 
fourteen, I started smoking. About a month after I started, my father caught 
me smoking behind the house one afternoon when he came home early. He was 
furious and he ended up deciding I was smoking because he and mom smoked. 
Which was total shit. It had nothing to do with them. But he came to the 
conclusion that all three of us would stop smoking. Mom was really against 
the idea, but he made us an offer we couldn't refuse- if all three of us quit 
he'd pay for a trip to Paris. Even Mom couldn't pass that up."
    "Your dad rewarded you for quitting with a trip to Paris ? That seems 
bizarrely counterproductive," Donald said, laughing.
    "Tell me about it. We were the only three people in Paris over thirteen 
not smoking. But the deal was they wouldn't smoke as long as I didn't. Well, 
when I told them a week ago I was smoking again and that it really had 
nothing to do with them, I made mom the happiest mother in the nation. She 
hung up the phone as soon as I told her and went out and bought cigarettes. 
So that's what's up with that."
    "Now that's a smoking story with an happy ending," Teresa said.
    'How come you're not smoking one of your cigars ?" Brittany asked.
    "Well, Dad has to give me a tutorial first. I'm going to take my time 
with it. But after we get home-"
"Can I watch ?" Brittany asked.
"Watch ?" Teresa's dad asked. "Of course. You can even participate if you 
want."
"Boy, that would get Mike going, I bet."
Brittany thought about that and decided that maybe she would do just that. 
But she had no idea just how much she would giving Mike to look at later on.

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