Starting Stacey, Part 3

PART 3
Stacey and I continued to have many nights like this.  Since I've seen 
that this story has had many hits, I'll relate one of my most memorable 
nights for you.

Stacey and I were in college now.  When away at college, I could only 
call her on the phone because our schools were in different States.  
During those years, Stacey started smoking around her new friends, some 
smokers, others non..  Her close friend Linda, was also a Newport Lights 
fan and they would often take rides around town for smoke breaks.  I was 
disadvantaged, however, because I could only imagine watching Stacey and 
Linda smoking.  Stacey knew how much I loved her stories of smoking so 
she would always make it up for me. She could smoke in her room, but I 
had roommates who didn't smoke and knew nothing about me in this regard. 
 When I would call her on the phone, I'd ask if she was smoking one now. 
 It became our game.  She would take out a cigarette and tease me over 
the phone.  I could her the flick of her lighter, her drags and then 
would beg her to talk while exhaling.  I had no need for those 1-900 
numbers.  After these conversations I was always compelled to "go for a 
drive" myself.  

It was during one of our semester breaks that I had this memorable night. 
 I drove over to Stacey's house and picked her up as usual.  This was the 
first time that we were together in months.  Stacey's family still didn't 
know about her smoking, nor mine, so we headed to our spot.  As we drove 
away from her house, Stacey reached into her pocketbook , retrieved two 
cigarettes and lit them together.  This was customary.  She passed one to 
me and had the other one for herself.  By the time we reached the parking 
spot, I had the nicotine buzz going and I was bulging out of my pants 
with Stacey by my side.  You could tell that she was a true smoker now 
and enjoyed chain-smoking when we were together.  As I put the car into 
park, Stacey was lighting another cigarette for herself.  While exhaling 
she moved her hand across to my inner-pant leg and squeezed gently.  
Stacey now had the cigarette dangling in her lips and with both hands was 
opening my pants.  She inhaled another long drag and then pressed her 
lips against mine for a smoky kiss.  We passed the filtered smoke back 
and forth to each other for several exchanges.  My hearts was racing and 
Stacey' s hand felt so good on me. I knew I couldn't last long.  I asked 
Stacey for another puff from her cigarette.

She said, "no, you'll have to wait for the count of three."

With this she proceeded to jerk on me and take another drag.  She looked 
at me while exhaling her smoke.

 "One," a smoky call came out.

Stacey turned her head sideways for another drag.  The ambers glowed 
bright as smoke was still trailing from her nostrils.

"Two," she said as the billowy smoke was being blown towards my groin.

I leaned back and she moved her head down onto my thigh.  She peeked up 
at me making sure that I was watching.  Bringing her cigarette again up 
to her lips she took another long draw while looking straight into my 
eyes.

"Three," her warm smoky lips were around me.  


Conclusion:
Stacey and I continued to date and smoke together when we could until 
Senior year in college.  The long distance romance thing just didn't 
work.  I haven't been in touch with her for over eight years, so I don't 
know if her habit continued.  I'm married to a "non" and remain "in the 
closet."  Can you believe it?  My wife knows that I smoke now and then, 
but it's not with her approval.  She doesn't and won't try it.  It's a 
limit that I respect, but fantasize about, you know.  I had my days with 
Stacey and miss them occasionally.  ASFS helps.  Thanks.

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