Trisha, Part 7

Trisha
by smokingbeauties@yahoo.com
Part 7

The next day, Emily woke to the sound of her mother's voice in the kitchen.
Their house was beautiful, but due to the design of the ventilation system,
sound traveled easily from room to room.

She heard her mother talking on the phone to someone named Jaimee.  She'd
never heard her mother mention this name before.  Emily figured out that this
was the woman who must have gotten her mother to start smoking.

Emily walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen as her mother got off the
phone.  It was the first time she'd seen her mom since Rachel's revelations of
the prior day.

"Hi," Emily said, hoping she didn't sound the least bit suspicious.

"Hi sweetie," Trisha replied with a smile.  "How was your trip back?"

"Great, thanks," Emily replied.  "How was yours?"

"Uneventful," Trisha said as she poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table.

"That's not what I heard," Emily said under her breath.

"What do you mean?" Trisha inquired.

"Can I ask you something?" Emily asked.

"Of course you can," responded Trisha.

"Did you start smoking?" Emily asked nervously.

Trisha wasn't sure if she wanted to answer honestly or not.  There must have
been a reason that Emily was asking.  If not, it sure was an awfully random
question.  

"Um," Trisha said, surprised at the nervousness that she felt in revealing her
new habit to her daughter.  "Yes, Em.  I did."

"Wow," Emily squealed.  "That's pretty cool."

Trisha was surprised by her eldest daughter's attitude about it.

"Why is that cool?" Trisha asked as she laughed.

"Because most people who start smoking do it when they're teenagers, that's
all," Emily said.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" replied Trisha.

"Huh?" Emily asked, not realizing the implications of what she had said.  "Oh,
no.  I didn't start smoking."

"So you've never tried it?" Trisha asked, excusing herself and going to her
purse to get her pack.

"Honestly?" Emily replied.

"Yeah, honestly," said Trisha, lighting her Newport 100.

"I can honestly say that I've never smoked a cigarette," Emily said with a
grin, hoping her mother wouldn't figure out that she had tried marijuana the
day before.

The guilt began to eat slowly away at her though.

"But um," Emily continued.  "I have tried pot?but only once."

"What?" Trisha asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air between them.
"You tried pot?  Why?  When?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Mom, please?" Emily replied.

Trisha knew that there wasn't much she could say about Emily's admission that
she'd smoked marijuana, because she had done it a few times herself.  Any
judgement would be hypocritical, and she feared that Emily would see right
through her.

"But you've never smoked a cigarette?" Trisha asked.

"No," said Emily. 

"How did you find out that I started smoking?" Trisha asked, taking a long
puff on her Newport.

"Well," Emily began.  She didn't want to get her sister in trouble, but, as
evidenced with her marijuana admission, couldn't lie to her mother.

"I sort of came home earlier than expected yesterday," Emily said.

Trisha knew where this was headed.

"When I got home, I heard someone in your room, and thought maybe you had come
home early," Emily continued.

"Go on," said Trisha, holding the mentholated smoke in her lungs.

"I opened the door, and Rachel was in there with her friend Kara," her
daughter said.  "They were smoking."

"I know you're probably surprised," Trisha said.

"I was totally surprised," Emily admitted, recalling her emotions of the day
before.

"I told Rachel that I'd let her smoke, as long as the only place she did it
was in my room, and as long as your dad never finds out," Trisha explained.

"But mom, don't you know how bad it is for you?" Emily questioned.  "And
you're letting Rachel smoke too?  She's only sixteen!"

"Em," Trisha began.  "I know that smoking is bad for my health.  That's why
I'd never really smoked before.  I tried it once when I was sixteen, but it
didn't do anything for me.  Then about a month ago, a friend of mine got me to
try it again, and I loved it.  Rachel came to me and talked to me about her
curiosity, so I decided to let her try it, because I knew she'd just try it on
her own anyway.  She tried it, and she loved it.  I don't like that she loved
it, but I know that she would smoke behind my back if I didn't let her smoke
here."

"But why does everyone love it so much if it's so bad for you?" Emily asked.

Trisha smiled and reached for her pack.  She flipped open the box and held it
towards her eldest daughter.

"Find out for yourself," Trisha invited.  "If I think Rachel is old enough to
smoke, you're certainly at an age that I can't argue with."

Emily nervously reached out and took a long, cork-tipped cigarette from her
mother's pack.  

Placing it between her lips, Emily leaned forward  as Trisha flicked her
lighter to life.

Instantly, Emily was smoking.

Trisha took a cigarette out of her pack for herself.

"What do you think?" Trisha asked.

"It's minty," Rachel said, exactly as both her sister and her mother had.

"Isn't it great?" Trisha said with a knowing smile.

"Not bad," Emily said.  "It tastes so differently than weed."

"I know," Trisha said instinctively.  She didn't even realize what she had
just said.

"You what?" Emily asked with her mouth dropped wide open.

"Um," Trisha said nervously.

"Mom, I have to be honest with you," Emily continued.  "I know that you get
high.  Rachel and Kara weren't smoking cigarettes when I caught them
yesterday.  They were smoking a joint.  One of YOUR joints."

"WHAT?" Trisha exclaimed.  "I never said she could smoke pot!"

"Mom, relax," Emily said.  "It's no big deal.  That's the first time I had
ever tried it too."

"I can't believe my little girls got high," Trisha said disappointedly.

"And your little girls can't believe that their mother got high either," said
Emily with a smile.  

Trisha realized that Emily had a point.

"When is dad going to be home?" Emily asked.

"Not until about ten this evening.  He's got a long meeting, why?" Trisha
replied.

"Do you think you could get more weed?" Emily asked nervously.

"Who said I don't already have some?" Trisha teased.  "Why do you ask?"

"Well," said Emily in a mischievous tone.  "The little girls and their mother
might be able to have one hell of a day while the father is out of the house."

"You go get Rachel," Trisha said wickedly as she stood up.  "Let me go
unpack."

"Rachel," Emily whispered as she jostled her sister gently.  "Wake up."

Rachel awoke and looked at her sister with a curious expression.  Emily had
never come in to wake her up before.

"What's the matter?" Rachel asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Mom wants to talk to you," Emily said in an ominous tone.  

"Does she know about the pot?" Rachel asked, terrified of her mother's
response.

"Yes," Emily said.  "Let's go downstairs and talk to her together."

Emily laughed to herself, because she knew that she was completely pulling the
wool over her sister's eyes.  Rachel thought she was going to face the wrath
of her mother's anger.  

"Little does she know," Emily said to herself.

When the two girls got downstairs and into the kitchen, Trisha was sitting at
the table smoking a cigarette.

"Hey sweetie," she said as she took a drag.

Emily and Rachel both noticed that their mother seemed unnaturally nervous,
something they'd rarely seen in her.

"Sit down," Trisha said, exhaling the puff.

Both girls did as they were told.

Trisha took a deep drag on her Newport 100 and then set it in the ashtray.

She said nothing as she exhaled the smoke, and reached into her pocketbook.

Rachel wasn't sure what was going on when Trisha's hand returned to sight with
a small metal pipe in her grasp.

Still saying nothing, Trisha brought the tip of the pipe to her lips with her
left hand, and flicked a lighter with her right.

Trisha began to suck the pot smoke eagerly into her lungs.

She removed the pipe from her lips and inhaled the smoke as deeply as she
could, then passed the bowl to Emily, who took a small hit for herself.

"What the fuck?" Rachel asked.

"Here," Emily said, holding the smoke inside her and passing the bowl her
direction.

"You want to get high with us?" Trisha asked, looking at her youngest
daughter.

It was more than Rachel could bear.  She reached out and picked up her
mother's partially smoked Newport 100.  She brought it to her lips and took a
large drag, inhaling the smoke deeply.

She exhaled a tight stream of the creamy smoke and looked at the bowl which
was still being offered to her.

Returning the cigarette to the ashtray, she reached out and took the bowl from
Emily.  She brought it to her lips and took a long hit.

She inhaled the smoke and passed the bowl back to her mother who was looking
at her with a smile.

"That wasn't so bad was it?"  she asked as she brought the bowl to her lips.

"No Mom," Rachel replied.  "It's weird getting high with my mother, but it's
never bad."

Trisha passed the bowl to Emily, who took another hit.

"Now I need to know something," Trisha said, holding the smoke in her lungs.

She exhaled.

"Who is going to keep smoking cigarettes, and who is going to keep smoking
pot?" she continued.

"I think it's a safe bet," Emily said, holding the smoke.  "That we're both
going to keep up with both."

She passed the bowl to Rachel.

"Definitely," Rachel said, taking a second hit.  "I'm never going to give
these things up."

"Okay, then I'll make a deal with you," Trisha said.  "You guys can do
whatever you'd like, but the rules still stand.  Your father doesn't find out
that ANY of us smoke pot, and he doesn't find out that either of you two smoke
cigarettes, understood?"

"Understood," Emily said, reaching for her mother's pack of Newport 100s and
taking one out and lighting it.

"Yeah, that's fine," said Rachel, reaching across the table and taking a
cigarette for herself.

"So you got Kara stoned?" Trisha asked Rachel.

"Yeah," Rachel giggled as she exhaled a tight stream of smoke.

"What did she think?" asked Trisha.

"I think she loved it just as much as I did," Rachel admitted.

"I was surprised at how much I liked it," Trisha said.  

"Who got you to start?" Emily inquired.

"A girl I work with named Jaimee," answered Trisha.  "You guys would like
her."

"Well have her over sometime," Rachel suggested.

"That's a great idea Mom!" Emily squealed.  "Some weekend when dad is gone we
can have a girls' night out sort of thing!"

"I don't know," Trisha said, lighting a Newport.

"Come on," Emily pleaded.  "It'll be fun."

"Oh alright," Trisha conceded.  "He's going to the city next weekend anyway,
maybe Friday night."

"That's going to be great!" Emily said with a smile.

"Yeah, it really will be," Trisha agreed.

The three ladies smoked the entire bowl which, as Trisha explained, had been a
gift from Jaimee.  Over the course of the afternoon, they finished an entire
pack of Newport 100s between them.  They were already really beginning to
enjoy smoking together.  It was something that they shared, and all of them
enjoyed immensely.

Before they knew what had hit them, their Friday was upon them.  Jaimee had
agreed to come over for a little while that night, and Trisha had suggested
that she spend the night in their guest room, just in case she wasn't in a
condition to drive home.  Jaimee knew what this meant.  They were going to get
stoned.

"What about your daughters?" Jaimee had asked.

"Don't you worry about them," Trisha said.  "I've already talked to them, and
they know everything."

"Everything?" Jaimee asked with a wink.

"Well, not everything," Trisha laughed.  "But they know about me smoking, and
they know about what I smoke.  They don't need to know about anything else,
because it only happened once."

"Twice," Jaimee corrected.

"Right," answered Trisha, who hoped that Jaimee wouldn't attempt to seduce her
again while they were high.

Friday afternoon, Rachel came straight home from school.  When she got home,
Trisha, Jaimee, and Emily were already there, each smoking a cigarette in the
living room.

"Can I smoke in here today?" Rachel asked as she sat down on the sofa.

"Sure," Trisha replied, passing the pack her direction.

After a quick introduction, Rachel was smoking her cigarette.

"So what's on the agenda for the evening?" Jaimee asked.

"I don't know about you," Emily began.  "But I want to get fucking stoned!"

"Emily Elizabeth," Trisha sternly started.  

"Don't worry about it," Jaimee said.  "It's not like I've never said fuck
before.  Hell, I've said fuck, I have fucked?no worries."

The four women giggled.

"Yeah," agreed Emily.  "Besides, if we're going to have a girls' night, let's
forget that you're the mom and we're the daughters, and let's just be
friends."

"That sounds nice," Trisha replied.

"Does it sound fucking nice?" Rachel said in a bold, mocking tone.

"It sounds better than that," Trisha said nervously.  "It sounds fucking
awesome!"

Emily and Rachel laughed at their mother, who had just said the dreaded
"f-word" in front of them for the first time.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Jaimee asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Emily.

"Exactly what I said," Jaimee explained.  "I've got weed, coke, ecstasy,
shrooms?take your pick."

"I think we should just stick with the weed," Trisha objected.

"And I thought we were going to all be friends," Jaimee snipped in sarcasm.

"Well, I'm not going to do anything else, and I'd really like it if my friends
did the same," Trisha responded.

"Does that include me?" asked Jaimee, reaching into her bag.

"No, you can do what you want," Trisha answered.

"Good," replied Jaimee who now displayed a small glass bottle.

Unscrewing the top, a small metallic spoon was attached to the bottom of the
lid.  She dipped the spoon into the bottle and raised a small amount of white
powder to her left nostril.  With a sniff, it was gone.  She returned the
spoon to the bottle and repeated the process in her right nostril.

"Now," Jaimee said as she sniffed the cocaine as far back into her nose as she
could stand.  "Who wants what?"

Neither Rachel nor Emily said anything, but they wanted more than ever to try
a small amount of the cocaine.

Before either could say anything, Trisha spoke up.

"Let's smoke a bowl," she suggested.

"I've got a better idea," Jaimee suggested.  "Let's smoke a bong."

With that, she produced a large object which resembled a vase.  Coming from
the sides were four small hoses, and on the top was a small area for the weed
to sit.

Jaimee packed the weed onto the part on top, and instructed each of the women
to take a hose.

"Put your lips on it, and when I light it, you guys all suck in," she said
with a smile, and then put the hose in her own mouth.

Flicking the lighter, the four women began to suck the thick marijuana smoke
into their lungs.

After just one hit, all four were incredibly buzzed.

"Do it again," Emily said, exhaling the smoke as she spoke.

"No need," Jaimee replied.  "Not yet, anyway."

They returned their lips to the tubes simultaneously and took another huge hit
from the water pipe.

"Oh my fucking God!" Trisha said.  "That shit is fucking strong!"

Apparently she had already lost her inhibitions.

"Well, it's not exactly just weed," Jaimee said.  "It's a combination of pot
with a little bit of coke in there as well."

"I don't give a shit what the fuck it is," Trisha said with a laugh.  "It
feels amazing!"

"It's nice, isn't it?" Jaimee said, taking yet a third hit.

"Very," Emily said with half open eyelids.

Rachel just stared into space with a grin on her face.

"Looks like Rachel enjoys it too," Trisha said.  "You're not mad that I snuck
it in there?"

"If you'd told me before," Trisha replied as she reached for a cigarette.
"Then I would have been against it.  But now that I know how it feels?"

"That's what I said my first time too," replied Jaimee, lighting a cigarette
of her own.

The four women sat stoned in the living room and talked, while enjoying their
highs.

After a few hours, their highs were wearing off, and they decided to smoke one
more bowl of "regular" weed before going to bed for the evening.

They did, and they were now very ready to sleep.

Trisha showed Jaimee to the guest room, which was right down the hall from
Emily's room.

After saying their goodnights, three doors closed. 

Emily had just changed into her pajama pants when there was a knock on her
door.  She was too stoned to even care who saw her in just a bra.

She opened the door quietly and saw Jaimee standing outside waiting for her.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hey," said Emily, equally as quiet.  "What's up?"

"Well," Jaimee began.  "I know your mom was a little against this, but I could
tell that you were into the idea."

"What are you talking about?" Emily giggled quietly.

"Can I come in?" Jaimee asked.

"Sure," replied Emily, stepping aside and closing the door behind her.

Sitting down on the bed, Jaimee opened her purse.

"What do you want to try?" she asked Emily, who was standing in the middle of
the room and looking at Emily with a peculiar expression on her face.

"What do you have?" Emily asked.

"I usually have almost everything," Jaimee said with an evil smile.

"I don't know anything about that stuff," Emily conceded.

"Then try this," Jaimee said, handing a small pill to Emily.  "You'll fucking
love it."

"What is it?" Emily asked innocently.

"Ecstasy," Jaimee smiled, swallowing a pill for herself.

Emily said nothing as she tossed the small pill into her mouth and swallowed.
She'd always been able to take medicine without a drink of water, something
which was now definitely a benefit.

Within a few minutes, the room began to change.

Every sound, every color seemed to be exaggerated.

"Wow," exclaimed Emily.  "This is awesome."

"I know," Jaimee said.  "I love it.  It's even better when you?"

She cut herself off.

"When you what?" asked Emily, playing right into Jaimee's hands.

"When you've got a guy around to fuck the shit out of you," Jaimee said.

"Oh," Emily said.  "I can't help you there."

"Can I ask you something?" Jaimee asked.

"Sure," answered Emily, who was now experiencing the full brunt of the
ecstasy's effects.

"Has anyone ever fucked you?" Jaimee said boldly.

Emily blushed.

"No, not really," she replied.  "I've done stuff with guys before, but I've
never really had sex."

"Oh," Jaimee responded disappointedly.  "So you're into guys?"

"Yeah," said Emily.  "Who isn't?"

"I guess," Jaimee said.  "Have you ever been curious about what it would be
like to be with a girl?"

"No," Emily laughed.  "Not really.  Have you?"

"Emily," Jaimee began.  "You've got to know that I'm bisexual.  And I have to
tell you, that I think you're absolutely beautiful.  You've got the most
amazing eyes."

Emily was mesmerized as Jaimee began a long series of compliments.  She was
amazed that she didn't feel at all self-conscious.

"And your hair," Jaimee continued.  "It's absolutely beautiful.  It's so long
and silky, and the most incredible shade of blonde."

Jaimee decided that she had to take a chance.  She gently reached up and
placed her hand on Emily's cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked, not wanting to cross any borders.

"I've never kissed a girl before," Emily answered.

"It's just like kissing a boy," Jaimee answered.  "But better.  No one knows a
woman's body like another woman."

Jaimee leaned in slowly but aggressively and closed her eyes.  She felt her
lips touch Emily's lips, and discovered that Emily didn't resist in the least
bit.

Jaimee began to slide her tongue out and into Emily's mouth.  Emily, rather
than pull back, parted her lips and allowed Jaimee's tongue to enter.

Before Emily knew what had happened, she felt Jaimee's hand on her almost bare
breast.  

"I want to fuck you so hard," Jaimee whispered.

The move surprised Emily.

"I don't know," she said meekly.  "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Jaimee said confidently.  "I want to show you what a woman can offer
another woman."

"But I'm not gay," Emily defended. 

"Neither am I," Jaimee explained.  "But if I see someone I'm attracted to, I
don't care whether it's a boy or a girl."

Emily thought for a second.

"Can we smoke a cigarette and let me think about it?" she asked.

"Of course," Jaimee said, passing her pack of Marlboro Lights 100s to Emily,
who took one out and put it between her lips.

"Wait," Jaimee said, taking the cigarette from Emily's lips and putting it
between her own.

Lighting the cigarette and inhaling the smoke, Jaimee looked to Emily.

"Open your mouth," she instructed.

Emily did as she was told.

Jaimee leaned in and blew the smoke directly into Emily's lungs, just as she
had done to Trisha a few weeks ago.

"That's cool," Emily said, taking the cigarette back from Jaimee and raising
it to her own lips.

"Do it to me," requested Jaimee.

Emily said nothing as she took a long drag from the cigarette and inhaled the
smoke deep inside her lungs.  Leaning into Jaimee's lips, she blew the smoke
slowly into Jaimee's mouth.

"Okay," Emily said with a smile and another long puff.  

Jaimee knew what she meant, and slid her hand slowly down the front of Emily's
pajamas.  Within just a few moments, she was rubbing Emily's clitoris.  The
sensation was incredibly satisfying to Emily.

Emily, not knowing what she should do, dangled the cigarette between her lips
and put her own hand in Jaimee's lap, returning the favor.

Moments later, both girls had their pants off and Emily was lying on her back
with Jaimee's face in her pussy.

Emily took her largest drag ever and held the smoke inside her lungs.  She was
about to cum, and she didn't want the feeling to end.

As if she knew that Emily was beginning to climax, Jaimee took her tongue out
of Emily's pussy and reached up for the cigarette.

"Don't stop," Emily pleaded.

"Don't you worry," Jaimee said mischievously.

With that, Jaimee parted the lips of Emily's wet hole and slowly slid the
filter of the cigarette between them.  

"Smoke it," Jaimee instructed.  "I want to get the smoke out of you here."

Emily wasn't sure how to do it, but after a few tries, she was able to
contract the muscles of her vagina to draw smoke inside.

Jaimee took the cigarette out and placed her lips over the soaking opening,
and pulled all of the smoke from Emily's pussy into her lungs.  It felt
heavenly.

This was too much for Emily to handle.  She began to climax in a magnitude
unlike anything she'd ever felt before.  Her juices flowed into Jaimee's
waiting mouth, and down her throat.  Both women loved every second of it.

They collapsed into each other's arms and just laid together.

Jaimee put the cigarette out and passed a new one to Emily, who lit it
immediately.  She then passed the flame to Jaimee, who lit a cigarette for
herself.  Both girls laid there, in absolute bliss, smoking their cigarettes.

Afterwards, they fell asleep, and remained there until morning.  It was the
first night of many they would share together in the coming months, and
neither wanted it to end.

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