Trisha, Part 5

Trisha
by smokingbeauties@yahoo.com
Part 5

A few days passed, and Rachel was really beginning to enjoy being able to
smoke in her mother's bedroom.  Trisha had decided to buy a pack of cigarettes
for herself, leaving the existing pack for Rachel.  Both were able to conceal
the habit from Ron, and they were actually becoming quite complacent about the
idea.  

One week after her first cigarette, Rachel brought her friend Kara home with
her after school.  Rachel knew that her mother was out of town for a few days,
enjoying her time off, and Ron was at work, leaving the house completely empty
until at least six o' clock.

"What are you so excited about?" Kara asked Rachel.

"You'll see," Rachel said, smiling at her seventeen-year-old friend.

The two young girls arrived at Rachel's house, and they walked in.  Kara
noticed that Rachel locked the door behind her.  This was something that, in
all the times she'd gone to Rachel's house after school, she'd never seen
Rachel do.  She was up to something.

"What are you up to?" Kara asked with a grin.

"Let's go into my mother's room," Rachel said mischievously.

Kara was completely confused by Rachel's behavior, but followed her friend
into her mother's room.

"Sit on the bed," Rachel said.

"You're not going to kiss me or anything are you?" Kara laughed.

"Eww, no!" giggled Rachel as she opened the drawer her mother kept the
cigarettes and accessories in.

"Okay," Kara said, relieved that her friend wasn't trying to seduce her.  

"Look what I've got!" Rachel exclaimed, turning around and revealing the pack
of cigarettes to Kara.

"What are you going to do with those?" Kara asked.

"I'm going to smoke one, duh," Rachel said, sliding one out of the pack.

"You can't smoke one of your mother's cigarettes," objected Kara.  "She'll
kill you if she finds out."

"Kara," Rachel began somewhat arrogantly.  "My mom is out of town for three
days.  Don't you think she would have brought her cigarettes with her if she
wanted them?  She started smoking, and she said that I could smoke too, if I
want to."

Kara conceded that her friend had a point.

"Do you want to try it too?" Rachel asked, handing the pack towards her friend
as  she put a cigarette between her lips.

"I don't know, Rach," Kara said.  "I've never smoked before."

"I'll teach you," Rachel said with a smile.  She flicked the lighter and
brought the flame to the tip of her cigarette.

Kara watched in amazement as her friend lit her cigarette.  She couldn't
believe that Rachel was smoking.

Rachel opened her mouth as she removed the cigarette and inhaled a moderate
drag.  She was intentionally trying to show off for her friend, and she was
taking slightly larger drags than she was used to.  The teen hoped that she
wouldn't cough all the smoke out, embarrassing herself in front of her friend,
whom she secretly looked up to.

"Come on," Rachel said, still handing the pack towards Kara.  "Just try it
once."

Kara sat silently as Rachel took another puff.

"You know you want to," she said, exhaling towards the ceiling fan which hung
above their heads.

She tossed the pack on the bed next to Kara, who just stared at it for a few
seconds.  It was certainly tempting, and she didn't know when she'd have
another chance to try it.

With shaky hands, and her heart in her throat, Kara reached down and picked up
the green box.  She flipped back the lid, and looked inside.  She was about to
reach in and take one out, when something caught her eye.  Down below the line
where the filter met the tobacco of the cigarettes, were two cigarettes which
looked different than the others.

"Um, Rachel?" Kara asked as she slid her fingers down past the other
cigarettes.

"What?" Rachel asked as she took another puff, and trimmed the ash in the
ashtray.

"Does your mom get high too?" Kara asked.

"What?  No, she doesn't, you dork," Rachel replied.

"Then why does she have a joint in here?" Kara asked, holding the joint for
Rachel to see.

"Oh my God!" Rachel said, exhaling the smoke from her lips as she ran to the
bed and sat next to her friend.

"I saw that in there, but never thought that's what it was," she said.
"That's too cool!"

"Your mom does drugs and that's cool?" Kara asked in disbelief.

"No, that's not what I mean," Rachel said, setting her cigarette in the
ashtray on the bed.  "Give it to me."

Kara didn't know what to expect, but she gave the joint to Rachel anyway.

Rachel took the joint between the fingers she used to hold her cigarettes and
brought it to her lips.

"What are you doing?" Kara asked, sliding a cigarette out for herself.

"Are you going to smoke a cigarette?" Rachel asked, temporarily forgetting
about the joint between her fingers.

"I'll try it," Kara answered nervously.

"Cool!" Rachel replied, flicking the lighter and moving it towards Kara's
young face.

Kara responded by putting the cork-tip of the filter between her lips and
leaning slowly into the flame.

She'd seen enough people to smoke to know what to do.

Rachel smiled as the tip of Kara's cigarette began to glow brightly.

Kara took the cigarette from her lips and blew a small cloud of un-inhaled
smoke into the room.  She looked at it incredulously as it lingered in the air
between the two girls.

She had just smoked a cigarette.

"It's minty," she said with a giggle. 

"Yeah," Rachel agreed as she took another puff.  "It's cool, isn't it?"

"It's alright," Kara said as she brought the cigarette to her lips for her
second ever puff.

After about five minutes, Rachel built up enough nerve to suggest something to
her friend.

"Have you ever wondered what it was like to get high?" she asked.

"I don't know," Kara said.  "Maybe a little."

Rachel again picked the joint up from the bed and stared at it longingly.

"Do you think we should try it?" she asked, crushing her 

"I don't know, Rach," Kara said, taking her sixth tiny drag.  "That's a pretty
big deal, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I know it is," Rachel said, sounding disappointed.  "But so is smoking
a cigarette, really."

"True," Kara said deep in thought.

"If I try it first, will you try it?" Rachel asked.  She was now more curious
than she'd ever been to experience this new substance, and all it had to
offer.

"I don't know," Kara said as she stubbed her first cigarette out in the
ashtray which laid between the two girls.

"If I try it, you won't tell anyone, right?" Rachel asked.

"No, if you want to, that's cool," Kara nervously agreed.

Rachel stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray and picked up the lighter with
hands that seemed to be shaking out of control.  Her heart was in her throat.
She'd never been this nervous in her young life.

"Will you hold the lighter for me?" she giggled.  "I don't think I can hold my
hands that still."

"Sure," Kara laughed, taking the lighter from her friend.

She flicked the wheel on the side of the clear green plastic lighter and a
flame appeared on top.

Rachel took the twisted tip of the joint and moved it closer to the flame.
She watched with bewildered eyes as the tip of the joint began to slowly burn,
thick black smoke billowing from the charred roll.

"Are you really going to smoke it?" Kara asked as she extinguished the flame
and set the lighter on the bed.

"Do you think I should?" Rachel asked nervously.

"Well, no," Kara cautiously responded.  "But it's lit, so if your mom notices
that it's gone, she's going to assume you smoked it."

"Yeah," Rachel replied, still staring at the burning joint between her
fingers.  "But what is she going to say?  She can't get mad at me, because
it's hers!"

With that, Rachel began to slowly and apprehensively bring the joint closer to
her lips.  Parting them ever so slightly, she felt the edge of the paper make
contact with her lips, and she began to apply the slightest amount of suction.

The other end of the joint began to slowly burn away as Rachel felt the smoke
fill her mouth.  Removing the joint, she closed her eyes and began to slowly
inhale very similar to the way that she had first inhaled a cigarette.

Holding the smoke in her lungs as best she could, she opened her eyes and
looked at Kara, who was staring at her with wide eyes and a wider mouth.

She smiled as she leaned closer to Kara, still holding the smoke in her lungs.

Kara was startled and began to pull away.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Still amazingly holding the pot smoke in her lungs, Rachel replied with a
smile.

"Breathe in," she said.

Kara was mesmerized.  She did as her friend instructed and inhaled every last
particle of smoke that Rachel had exhaled into her mouth.

"Now hold your breath," Rachel said, tapping the ash off the tip of the joint.

Kara wondered how her friend knew so much about getting high, but figured that
since it was still smoking, it was probably her knowledge of cigarettes.

After holding her breath for a few seconds, Kara exhaled a very small stream
of smoke.

"It didn't do anything," she said disappointedly.

Rachel said nothing as she turned the joint around and held it with the lit
end towards her.

Kara knew what she was suggesting, and slowly leaned in, wrapping her lips
around the soggy end of the joint.

Pulling just a little bit of smoke into her mouth, the end once again began to
burn brightly.

She removed her lips, and inhaled the smoke.  It didn't taste minty like the
cigarettes, but it certainly didn't taste bad at all.

She blew the smoke out as Rachel took another hit for herself.

This continued for about fifteen minutes, until the joint was completely gone.
Only the tiniest bit remained.

Both young girls felt amazing.  They were high.

"Want a cigarette?" Rachel asked through half-shut eyes.

"Yeah," Kara replied, taking one from the pack.

The two girls lit their Newport 100s and inhaled the smoke deeply.  The
nicotine entering their bloodstream increased their first high even further,
and they knew right away that they had changed.

What had started just an hour ago had changed their lives.  The two young
girls, who were very popular among their peers, had just discovered the joy
and happiness that cigarettes and marijuana could bring.  Despite being star
athletes in their high school, both girls knew instantly that both things were
now in their lives to stay.

But Rachel's knowledge went a little further.  She had a sister at college who
was completely unaware of any of the choices that had been made in her house
in the last few weeks.  As soon as Emily came home from school, that would all
begin to change.

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