Trisha, Part 2

Trisha
by smokingbeauties@yahoo.com
Part 2

Trisha wasn't sure what had happened in the truck with Jaimee.  She'd never
thought of another woman as someone she was attracted to before, and the truth
was, even Jaimee hadn't been given a second thought.

But while Jaimee was teaching her how to smoke, Trisha felt an attraction that
was irresistible.

She had kissed her, and it felt wonderful.  But as bad as everything with her
home life had seemed, Trisha knew that she loved her husband, even if it had
been almost a year since they'd done anything even remotely intimate.

As long as she didn't allow it to happen again, Trisha figured that it wasn't
worth even mentioning to Ron.  She wouldn't even mention that she'd smoked a
cigarette to him. 

She had to tell him, however, about Pete's request to take some time off from
work, in exchange for keeping her job.

At first, Ron was angry about the situation, but after they discussed it some
more, they decided that if she took four months off with half pay, they'd
still be able to pay Emily's tuition.  And if things got too awful bad, she
could always work part time to make up the difference.

Trisha told Pete of her plans, and he was happy to hear that she'd be staying
with the company.  He asked her when she wanted to begin her leave, and she
asked if she could finish out the month.

Being half way through the month already, Pete agreed.  This meant that Trisha
would have just about two full weeks left at the office.

As she sat back down in her office, the telephone rang.  It was Jaimee.

"Hi," Jaimee said with an audible smile.

"Good morning," Trisha replied.

"When do you want your second lesson?" asked Jaimee, eager to have another
smoke break with her new friend.

"I don't know," answered Trisha.  "But I really need to talk to you."

"Okay," Jaimee replied.  "Meet me at my car in ten minutes?"

"Sure," Trisha agreed.

Trisha wasn't really sure what to say to Jaimee about their kiss the day
before.  She didn't want to hurt Jaimee's feelings, but she also knew that it
had to be a one-time occurrence.

She was surprised when, ten minutes later, Jaimee was already standing beside
her truck in the parking lot.

"Hi," Jaimee exclaimed with a smile.

Trisha couldn't help but notice that Jaimee really was beautiful?for a woman.
Her whole face lit up when she smiled.  

"Where are these feelings coming from?" Trisha silently asked herself.

"Hey," Trisha responded.

Jaimee again pressed the button on her keyless entry remote control, and the
doors unlocked.

As Jaimee walked around to the driver's side, Trisha climbed in the passenger
seat.

As soon as the doors were both closed, Jaimee reached into her purse and
pulled out her pack of Newport 100s.

Placing one in her mouth, she offered the pack to Trisha, who accepted without
question.  She wasn't quite sure why she had accepted so eagerly, but kept any
hesitation to herself.

These cigarettes looked different than the one she'd smoked yesterday, and she
studied the cylinder trying to figure out what it was that was different.

"They're Newports," said Jaimee as she lit her cigarette.  "I figured that
menthols might be a little easier for you to learn on."

"Thanks," said Trisha as she raised the cork-tipped filter to her lips and
accepted Jaimee's light.

Instantly, the cool, minty smoke filled Trisha's mouth.  Being careful not to
inhale too much smoke, Trisha slowly breathed the smoke into her lungs.  She
knew right away that she liked this brand better.

Holding the smoke inside her for only a moment, Trisha exhaled a faint stream
of the thick white smoke.

"I like these better," she said as Jaimee smiled and took another puff.

"I figured you might," she said knowingly.  "So what's up?"

"Well, I don't really know where to start," Trisha said modestly, taking
another puff on her Newport.

"Kissing me freaked you out yesterday, huh?" Jaimee asked.  

"Well, yeah, I mean no, I mean?" Trisha answered, struggling to find just the
right words.

"Shut up," Jaimee said, speaking through her exhale.

"Excuse me?" asked Trisha, who was taken aback by Jaimee's candor.

Without any hesitation, Jaimee leaned over and began to kiss Trisha on the
lips.

Trisha, more confused than she'd ever been in her life, admitted silently to
herself that it felt nice to be kissed in such a way that she'd never been
kissed, and slid her tongue slowly and nervously into Jaimee's mouth.

Before she could object, Trisha felt Jaimee's hand slide up between her
thighs.  Because Trisha had worn a skirt that day, Jaimee's curious fingers
had no difficulty at all rubbing and pressing against her clitoris.

Trisha was stuck between two thoughts.  Part of her was saying to let Jaimee
finish what she'd started, and another part of her was telling her that she
should stop her.

In the end, the part which begged to let Jaimee finish won out.

Trisha didn't know what was happening to her.

Looking down between the index finger and middle finger of her right hand was
a burning cigarette.  Smoking it was the only thing that made sense to Trisha,
as Jaimee's fingers gently but aggressively rubbed her clit in a circular
direction.

Raising the cigarette to her lips, Trisha took the longest puff she'd ever
taken in her life.  She took the filter from her lips, and inhaled the thick
minty smoke as deep as she could handle.

Immediately, her head began to spin.

That sensation, when combined with the feeling of the cool smoke in her lungs,
and Jaimee's eager fingers, resulted in a climax that made Trisha's entire
body convulse.

Jaimee knew what she'd done as she looked up and saw Trisha exhaling a very
long stream of mentholated smoke.

"Jaimee, I can't do this," Trisha was able to say, although her sentence was
very staggered.

"Why?" Jaimee asked.  

"Because I'm married, and because I'm not into women," Trisha replied,
nervously taking another puff of her Newport.

"I understand," Jaimee said, sounding disappointed.  "Can we still at least
smoke together?"

Trisha was surprised by the request.

"What?" she said, taking another drag.

"I've sorta got this thing," Jaimee explained.  

"What do you mean?" asked Trisha.

"Well, I love seeing a beautiful woman smoke," Jaimee began.  "It's something
you hear more about with guys, but I like it too.  And you're so beautiful.  I
could watch you smoke all day.  That's why I was so eager to get you to smoke
yesterday.  I just love it.  And I especially love teaching people how to
smoke."

Trisha didn't know what to say.  Did she want to start smoking?  It seemed
like a small price to pay, seeing as how she'd just shot all of Jaimee's hopes
down.

"I guess we can still smoke together," she replied.

"Really?" Jaimee asked excitedly.

"Yeah, why not?" Trisha said with a smile as she took one last puff on her
cigarette.

Jaimee was lighting another.

"Want one more?" she asked.

"I don't know if my head can handle it," Trisha laughed.  "I'll have another
one later.  But right now I should get back to work."

And that's how it happened.  Jaimee agreed that she and Trisha would remain
friends, with nothing sexual between them, and Trisha agreed that she'd smoke
with Jaimee.

Trisha figured that since she was only going to be there for two more weeks,
it wouldn't do too much harm to smoke once in a while.  

But what she didn't know, was that Jaimee had intentionally picked the
cigarettes with the strongest amount of nicotine, in the hopes of getting
Trisha addicted to nicotine.

Trisha smoked an average of four cigarettes per day with Jaimee, and she was
beginning to look forward to her smoke breaks with her friend.

But finally, the two weeks were over, and Trisha left her office for the last
time, not to return until four months later.

Being Friday, she made plans to meet up with Jaimee on the next night.
Hesitant at first, Jaimee promised that she would not put "the moves" on
Trisha, even while intoxicated.

"Meet me at my house," Jaimee invited.  "Be there at seven."

With that, the beautiful blonde college student climbed into her Jeep and
drove away.

"This should be interesting," Trisha said with an uncertainty in her voice.

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