In some ways, I felt bad for the guys who were trying to find “Easy Edie.” She had been the easiest piece of ass on campus, but that had changed in one night. The disappointments were many, the slapped faces fewer, and the lone attempt at forceful coercion ended in a badly bruised testicle. Among my frat brothers, the fact that I was dating Edie stopped being a discussion point when it became apparent that she wasn’t sleeping around any more. And the sorority girls stopped saying snide things and trying to get in my apparently magic bed. If I could make the wild girl give up variety, I had to be some sort of wonder stud. That was OK, I didn’t mind the popularity, but I also made it clear that I was not sleeping around, even if it was “different for a guy.”
It was my last undergraduate semester at the school. Edie was smoking one of my Mores, because she had run out of her Virginia Slims Lights Menthol, and wasn’t planning to go back to her room that night. She had her books with her, and we were going to study. “Gary, when will you know where you’re going next year?” Her draw was easy, her exhale silent and long.
“I’ll probably choose in mid-March. I’ve got a few offers that are pretty good.”
“Will we see each other if you go away?”
“Sure,” I said. “Be kind of rotten if we got together like we are only to quit after a semester. What I’m hoping for is a chance to work with my honors professor, but the school hasn’t issued its awards letters yet. I want to kind of be around for your next couple years.”
She smiled at me, taking another lust-inspiring drag. She only smoked Mores in my room, saying that she wasn’t quite as… flamboyant now. The Virginia Slims didn’t fit her holder, so that went unused, too, and she rarely talked about it. Nonetheless, her style continued to evolve, and she was as hot in bed as ever. I didn’t want her to know about my fetish, so I did not suggest Maxes; besides, I was worried that would be an attempt to make another Lynda. “So, you want to hang around me for two more years?” she grinned. I nodded. “We’ll see,” she smiled, and then swung her long, shapely legs onto my desk, and returned her attentions to her Psych book.
When I got the appointment letter from the school, I laid out all the offers on my desk and called her up. “Can you come over tonight? I got my offer from the school. I’d like you to see them all.” She was there in a couple of hours. “This is the best offer,” I said, pointing at the one from Penn. “Full assistantship and scholarship, housing allowance. But it’s not here.”
“What does here offer?” she asked, taking a long, relaxed drag from her Virginia Slim Light. She exhaled away from me.
“No housing allowance. But it offers me the chance to work with somebody I already know doing something I’m very interested in, and it keeps me around you. And that’s why I’m going to take it.” She launched herself into my arms, knocking me over onto the bed. And that’s where we stayed, with exceptions for water and bathroom breaks. She only smoked the Virginia Slims Lights that night, going through four of her fresh pack—we were too busy for her to smoke.
The spring formal was on a Saturday, Edie told me to pick her up Friday night, with her dress. We checked into the hotel where the formal was being held. “I want this weekend to be special,” she had said, “and I don’t want your frat brothers to get in the way.” As soon as she got into the room, she gave me a wet kiss before gracefully spinning away. I watched, and she shot me a teasing smile over one shoulder to let me know that she knew I was watching. She put her purse down and pulled out a pack of Eve Light 120’s Menthol. “I got a free sample when I was downtown yesterday at the shopping mall, along with a coupon for a carton. They’re long and slim, like the Mores, and I think the flowers are cute.” She lit one, looking extremely fetching. “They taste pretty good, too, and they’re not brown—sorry, Gary, that’s not a slam against you, but I don’t want anything else to make people remember ‘Easy Edie,’ the wild chick who smoked brown cigarettes.”
“No offense taken…” She was standing by the bed, slowly exhaling smoke from a still-long, very slim cigarette. Her chin was tilted upwards, and she was holding the Eve at a slight angle to the floor, arms gently folded. I said something I never thought I would say to a woman. “Please put your cigarette out now.”
She turned, a question on her face. It went unasked, because she correctly read the expression on mine.
This formal went much better than the previous one. The sorority girls weren’t catty; in fact, they were downright chatty with us. Apparently, it was well known that I had “tamed Easy Edie,” and that she was no longer a slut. It didn’t matter that we had spent the day having sex, or that we were going to retire to our room for more. She was only sleeping with one guy and that was all that mattered to them.
Edie came over unannounced one night during reading week. No books, no nothing. I was half-looking at my Mechanics III book; senioritis had set in, and I was going to get a “B” in the class without studying. “Hey, what’s up babe?”
“Having trouble concentrating on school, Gary. Finals start on Saturday, and I’m burned out,” she sighed. She plopped on the bed and reached into her purse. The pack that came out wasn’t anything I’d seen her smoking before. It wasn’t a 120, and the cigarette she pulled out of it was cream-colored, to match the pack. “I need some distraction… can you help?” Oh, yeah. She didn’t even get to light up.
“That wasn’t quite… what I was asking,” she managed to gasp afterwards. “But it works,” she giggled. I wanted to know if you would take me out to this club that the Xi girls got an in for. I can get in, but all the other girls are studying and I didn’t want to go by myself.” She rolled out of the bed, her lithe body capturing all of my attention. At least until she lit the cream-colored cigarette. She did the long, slow french-inhale, paused to raise her chin, and exhaled. It wasn’t particularly well-lit, the cigarette wasn’t a 120, but it still sent a rush of blood south. “Isn’t it cute?” she said, posing. “It’s even a More. A More Light. Andrea told me about them yesterday over the phone. She said she’d switched from her Salems because they were so cute. So I went out and bought a couple of packs.”
“Wow,” was all I managed.
“Maybe I should get a cigarette holder to match… by the way, that was a hint,” she giggled as I continued to watch open-mouthed. And grow. “Guess this—” She took another thought-stopping drag, complete with creamy, slow french-inhale. Then she waited. And waited. And finally, lifted her head. There was a two-count, and then she exhaled. “—Makes me look sexy like I wanted.” She giggled again; it wasn’t clear if she’d figured it out or not. I patted the bed, wondering if I should say anything, but Edie put the More Light out, her blue eyes flashing, and pounced.
“Maybe sometime next week we can go to the club,” she yawned. “My folks won’t be here until Thursday. I told them I wanted to stay and watch a friend graduate, and they said OK. Would you mind not meeting them, Gary? I told them that you were my tutor. I think my mom would freak if I had a boyfriend. She thinks I’m still too young. See why I had to leave?” I mumbled a yes. Edie had worn me out. “But I have a boyfriend who’s falling asleep—” She yawned, bigger and louder this time. “—And I’m gonna, too.”
I spent a month waiting for Edie to get back. I had arrived in late July so I could find a place to live and get set up for grad school. It sort of drove me nuts-my apartment was small, I wasn’t really into the bar scene, and I was horny. The night before graduation had been the last time. She finally got in touch with me a week before her classes started. I had found her new cigarette holder, and was eagerly anticipating a long, intense night of smoky sex. She took me to dinner; her grandmother had died over the summer and left a sizeable amount directly to Edie. Needless to say, Edie was a little down, and the night passed with her smoking the cream-colored More Lights without much enthusiasm or style. I consoled her that night without sex.
Her lassitude continued throughout much of the semester; her grades weren’t very good either. We had sex a couple of times, mostly because we were just horny, but it was without the connection we’d had over the past three semesters. Finally, I’d had enough. I invited her over for dinner one night and told her that she had to stop mourning. “You’re risking probation and expulsion, Edie,” I warned. Her grades were that bad. We got into a fight that ended with her leaving angrily. Easy Edie was back.
I saw her a month later, at a party in my old frat house. I was invited there to meet the new pledges as a distinguished alumnus. Edie was there, smoking More Lights, and doing more than just meeting the pledges. We barely spoke; she was pointedly affectionate towards three guys she probably hadn’t met before that night. She and they vanished before the party was a couple of hours old. She came back downstairs a good while later, by herself, giving me a haughty smile before leaving without a word. I didn’t really care.
My life was going along quite well; the research project was actually working, and I was looking forward to the spring semester. Edie’s absence hadn’t even crossed my mind. I had learned to let go much better after Lynda. My phone rang at about three in the morning the Saturday before classes started, waking me up. It was a collect call… from Edie, and she was near-hysterical. I picked her up in a park about ten miles from campus; she came out of one of the restrooms, looking terrible, and very scared. She had been joyriding with the Delta’s, and it had turned nasty. She was the center of a group grope, but she had managed to put up enough of a fight to get herself dumped unceremoniously somewhere far away. “Please don’t take me back to the dorm!!! I’ll get expelled looking like this!!!” I took her back to my apartment and gave her a mug of hot chocolate. When she calmed down, I tried to convince her to report it but she refused. “I’m the school slut. That’s gonna carry a lot of weight. And when it becomes public, not only am I expelled, my mom gets to find out how much of a slut I really am. She’s been saying it all this time, and I’ll just prove she was right.”
I put her to bed by herself, saying that the last thing she needed was another guy next to her. I spent the rest of the morning figuring out what I could do to the Deltas. Edie woke me up at one in the afternoon, and the apartment smelled really good. “I made you breakfast, well, lunch,” she said. “You’ve been awesome.” After breakfast, she asked, “Can I have a More? My cigarettes fell into a puddle last night.” She lit it herself, taking a big drag, fingers splayed, and snapped a big, big, ball of smoke into her mouth. Not now, I thought in vain. The early afternoon light through the windows left nothing to the imagination.
“Y’know, this campus slut thing is getting old,” she said. “I like the popularity. I like having lots of guys hanging over me, but last night… I was scared,” she said. “It could have been much worse.” The room was silent except for the sound of a forceful exhale. “Strong. I used to really like these, too.”
“I want to ask you a difficult question,” I began, slowly. “The Deltas went way over the line. I’m going to get them back for that. For you. But you can’t tell me that if it had only been three of them, in the privacy of the Delta house, that you wouldn’t have accepted. The only difference was that you refused only because it was all at once, in public. Do you honestly want that to happen again?”
“No. No, I don’t. And I don’t want you to get hurt taking on the jock fraternity by yourself.” She put out the cigarette after a last slow, quiet exhale.
They don’t want to mess with me. Trust me,” I said.
She looked at me like I was crazy, but only asked, “Can you drop me off near my campus? I don’t want anyone to see us. That would ruin your reputation,” she sadly said.
“I’m a grad student. I don’t have a reputation any more. I don’t go to frat parties, I don’t date the sorority girls on campus. I still… even with everything, like you. We dated for almost a year. We can date again.”
She hugged me. “Maybe… I dunno. I feel kinda weird about that.” I gave her a peck on the cheek, and took her back to her college, asking her to think about it. Then I went shopping for the Deltas. Two weeks later, she was at my apartment reading the school paper article about the vandalism that forced the evacuation of the Delta house. “A stink bomb???!!! They’re out of their house for two to three days because of a stink bomb? Where did you buy it?” I told her the less she knew about it, the better. Edie lit an Eve 120 menthol. In my living room. During a sunny afternoon. Her smoking was very well-lit, and I didn’t hear a word she was saying the whole time she was smoking. Edie realized this, and she walked up to me and said, “Wanna fuck now?”
An hour later, she sat up in the bed and lit a fresh cigarette. “Ummmm… I could see it in your eyes, and I knew you’d never ask,” she said, exhaling smoke from her Eve. “I wanted to… do it… with you, too, so don’t feel like you coerced me or tried to get me. Besides, the only time I was ‘Easy Edie’ to you was that first time.” She rolled over on her tummy and looked at me. “I sort of—notice these things.”
“So… does that mean you want to date me again?” The room was quiet for a while.
“I dunno. You’re a real nice guy but—I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship. I like fucking around too much to… just be with one guy,” she answered, truthfully. I told her that I appreciated her honesty. “But I like going out with you, and it’s not like going out is the only thing I do with you,” she rationalized. “Are you sorry you stayed now?” I said no, because I had wanted to work with my advisor anyway. “Good. I’d hate to feel like I was the reason you stayed.” She finished her Eve, we went out to dinner, and I took her back to her dorm.
The next time I heard from Edie was a week before spring break. “Are you going anywhere?” she asked. “My friend Andrea, from home, is coming on Saturday to spend her spring break here. I turn 21 on Wednesday, and she turned 21 yesterday, so we want to go out and celebrate this weekend!”
“Oh!!! Well, happy birthday, and have fun, now that you’re legal.”
“Well…” Edie began, sounding very coy. “Andi and I want to get kinda crazy, but… not too crazy. Would you… ummm… go out with us? Keep us out of trouble? Please, Gary?” After a pause, she said, very throatily, “I’ll owe you… big time.”
What the hell, I hadn’t gotten laid since the last time with Edie. I had been too busy, but with an opportunity like that… I wondered what she was smoking these days. “OK. I’ll drive you and Andrea around on Saturday night. I’m going to be in the lab until about five, so I can’t do anything until Saturday night.”
“Cool!” she said. “Gary, you’re awesome. See you Saturday!”
Saturday was a harbinger of summer; the temperature was unseasonably warm, and the evening did not cool off very much; we could walk around without coats. The girls decided to spend their celebration in the nearby entertainment district, because there were several restaurants and bars, all within walking distance. Andi was blonde like Edie, but her facial features were sharper, and her body was much less curvaceous. Not that she wasn’t cute or anything, but she wasn’t as sexy as Edie. Edie had told me that they’d been nearly inseparable since birth because they lived two farms apart, and the families were good friends even before their mothers went into labor five days apart.
“I need some cigarettes,” Edie declared as we walked down the street full of people and outdoor cafes. We hadn’t gone to a bar yet, because the girls were “trying to be sensible” and wanted to go out to dinner first. “I don’t like the new More Lights. They’re light brown, and they don’t taste the same,” Edie complained.
Andrea agreed. “I liked them a lot better when they were beige. They don’t—look as cool. I switched to Salem Slim Lights. What are you smoking these days?”
“Eve Lights 120’s. I still like the length. So where can I get some Eves around here, Gary? Or do we have to drive somewhere else?”
“There’s a smoke shop three blocks down,” I offered. “That’s where I got your cigarette holders.”
“Are you getting me another one for a birthday present?” she smiled. “We’re there.” She chatted with Andrea as we walked down the street.
When we got there, I opened the door for the girls, but a few seconds later, a beautiful black woman stepped into the store’s doorway. I was awestruck by this slender, curvy woman, with the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. She smiled and thanked me for being a gentleman, and I noticed that she was smoking. I’ve never had lust hit me so hard, so sudden, and as unannounced as it did that moment. It only intensified when I saw what she was smoking—it looked like a long, thin cigar at first glance. I went into the store and stopped by the holder display case with Andrea and Edie, trying to see where the object of my desire was headed. Perhaps to the walk-in humidor? She stopped to look at the expensive lighters on display, and took a long draw. She inhaled, and exhaled, casually, slowly, sensuously. If the smoke had been any better lit, I’d have come in my pants on the spot. Andrea apparently noticed her, too, because I heard her whisper, “—Your dare is that you have to smoke one of those tonight.” That broke my contemplation of the fantasy goddess, who was now talking with a sales clerk.
Edie went pale as she turned away from the holders and looked. Andi was smiling sweetly. “You can always give in.”
Edie rolled her eyes at her friend, but turned and walked over to the woman. “That’s a pretty lighter,” she said, making a show of admiring the one in the black woman’s hand.
“Thank you! I like it. I have this one ensemble that it’s going to look absolutely great with,” she replied.
“I was wondering if you could help me with a fashion accessory, too. My friends don’t really have any fashion sense,” Edie smiled. I watched the woman smile at us, and she followed Edie to the holder case. “I want a cigarette holder, but I don’t want just plain black. I already have one of those,” Edie began.
“I understand that perfectly,” her new friend said with a grin. “Variety is the spice of style,” she said before drawing again on her long, thin smoke, holding it for a good five seconds before turning her head away from us and exhaling.
“What kind of cigar is that?” Edie asked boldly. “I’ve never seen anything like it; it’s slimmer than all the other cigars here. Is it made for women?” She blushed and added, “Sorry if I seem nosy.”
The other woman chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “That’s OK. Not the first time I’ve been asked. Believe it or not, this is a cigarette. It’s a Nat Sherman’s 164. They’re a company in New York. I’ve been smoking them for a few years. My name’s Cherisse, by the way, and you are?”
“I’m Edie, and these are my friends Andrea and Gary.” Cherisse helped Edie pick out a holder. It was a modest four and a half inches, with a pearl-like stem separated from a deep green top half by a narrow gold band. Her cigarette was half its original length, and it still looked long to me. I was thick.
“Edie, I’m in town with a cosmetics company. Here’s my card. If you stop by the store tomorrow, I’ll give you and Andrea a free makeover. If you can’t make it then, just give them this card, and tell them that I sent you. I gotta run—I’m meeting somebody and I just stopped here for a new lighter and some smokes.” Edie apologized for making her late, but Cherisse just smiled and said, “He knows I’m worth waiting for.” I would have waited until after Hell froze over for that woman, and I envied the guy, but somehow, I did not turn green. Cherisse bought two more boxes of 164’s at the register, and we said good-bye as the clerk began to total our items.
“Do you have those—the Sherman’s—in white?” Edie hesitantly asked. The clerk asked if she wanted Cigaretellos. “No, the same kind she bought.” The clerk shook his head, making her sigh, “Do they come in menthol?” Another negative reply. “I guess I’ll get a box of the brown ones—and a pack of Eve Lights 120s Menthol,” Edie sighed. Andi smiled mock-sweetly.
When we got to the restaurant, Andi explained to me what had happened in the tobacco store. The girls were playing “the longest running game of truth or dare in the world,” having started sometime around their twelfth birthday, and continuing ever since, because neither of them had ever backed down. “Oh, by the way, Edie, I’m going with truth next.” I was out of the discussion loop during the dinner conversation, mostly what school was like for both of them, and if Andi had met any interesting boys lately. That was OK. I was well entertained because both girls knew how to smoke very well. It was “dueling french-inhales” for a little while, although neither girl seemed aware just how interesting I found it. Andi would inhale a little more deeply than Edie, and tilt her head, wait, and then exhale without any effort or noise.
After dinner, I took them to a nearby bar for their first legal drinks. And second. And third. We were playing darts, pinball, and the girls were enjoying their celebrity status, but making it clear that they weren’t going home with any of the guys. I wound up buying all their drinks, but I was getting a sexy smoking show in return. During the third drink, Andi said, “OK, Edie, time to light up. You gotta smoke one of those twigs in public.” I started preparing myself to ignore what that would do to me.
“Wrong! When you made the dare, you didn’t say when. I get an extra dare for that!” Edie laughed, and judging by the look on Andi’s face, she knew that she’d goofed. “And I call ‘boomerang,’ but I’m gonna save both of ‘em ‘til later. In the meantime… I think I’ll have an Eve,” Edie grinned. She smoked it very demonstratively, too, with big snap-, and french-inhales, posing for the exhale, and I knew that I wasn’t the only guy who watched. I was horny as hell and just wanted to get out of there. I suggested that we should leave during their fourth round of drinks. Both girls were sincerely buzzed, and to my surprise, they readily agreed.
We returned to my apartment, where I announced, “Andi, you are far too drunk to drive.” I got no argument, just giggles from the girls. “I can drive you back.” Edie said that she wanted another drink, and went to my poorly-stocked liquor cabinet. After she’d given Andrea her drink, I asked, “So what do you want to do now, then?”
“Andi owes me a truth, a dare, and a boomerang,” Edie said. “And I hafta smoke one of those… cigarettes before we go to sleep, or else I lose.” She grabbed her purse and removed the long red box. “Ugh. No filter and it’s not menthol. Come on, Andi, it’s payback time.” Two attractive young women were in my apartment, about to smoke 164mm cigarettes. I couldn’t help but be aroused. Edie was first, taking a tentative sip and quickly blowing out the smoke without inhaling. She tried it again. “It tastes kinda—sweet.” She took a small drag, inhaling this time. Both Andi and I were expecting her to gag, but she exhaled normally. Her next drag was a regular puff, punctuated with a big, slow snap-inhale. After she exhaled, she looked at Andi. “They’re not bad. Really. C’mon, light up and try it.”
Andi hesitantly took one from the box. “It’s not menthol,” she complained. Edie just took another drag, deeper, longer, with a slow french-inhale, exhaled very slowly, and looked at Andi with a smile on her face. Andi lit hers, taking a quick sip and blowing the smoke out immediately. “Oh, yeah, it’s really good.” She took another tiny puff and blew the smoke out.
“You’re faking it,” Edie said with mock-annoyance. She took another heart-stopping drag and exhaled through her nose this time. I was hard, but Edie was watching Andi intently. “If I can do it, you can do it.” Andi looked a little fearful, but she took a small drag and inhaled. She was obviously surprised when she didn’t choke. Encouraged, she took a regular draw and exhaled in her usual delayed fashion, admitting that Edie was right; they were good, especially for something non-menthol. After a few more drags, Edie picked a loose piece of tobacco from her mouth, declaring, “This is the only thing I don’t like about these.”
“You could always use a holder to keep the end out of your mouth,” I suggested as neutrally as I could, praying that the girls wouldn’t notice my erection or my extreme interest.
Edie squeaked, “Oh, that’s right!” and immediately took out the holder she’d bought earlier. She put the 164 in it and took a long, smooth drag, exhaling a thick stream of smoke, silently and slowly, after tilting her head to the left. I wanted Andi to vanish so I could nail Edie on the spot. Andi made a little fun of the length of Edie’s smoke, but quickly agreed that she needed a holder, too, because she didn’t like the loose bits of tobacco in her mouth, either. Edie fetched some coffee. “I’ve still got a truth and a dare left, Andi,” Edie grinned. “And I’ve got to use the dare sometime tonight. So, here comes the truth, first. Have you ever been kissed down there by a guy?”
“Uhhhh… no, I don’t wanna answer that,” Andi said, turning bright red. “If we’re gonna play, Gary has to play, too. He can’t listen to us talk about sex without talking about it himself,” she complained.
Edie took another long drag from her holdered cigarette and let a slow exhale go. “Well, Gary? If you don’t play, I’ll lose my free dare.” I would have agreed to anything at that point just so I could keep watching them smoke, because now that they were acclimated to the unfamiliar cigarette, they were smoking them the way they smoked their normal brands. And the game was on. Andi reluctantly answered Edie’s question with no. None of the guys she’d been with had been interested in giving her head.
Andi said, “Now I get to go. Truth or dare, Gary?” I chose truth. I wanted to fuck both of them… they were just too sexy, but… “Gary, have you ever gone to a dirty movie?”
“Uhhh… yeah,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
“I know what want from you for my birthday!” Edie suddenly exclaimed. “I wanna go to the Fine Art Theater! Tonight. Like, now!” Andrea looked at her, puzzled. “And I dare you to come with us!” Edie laughed at her friend. The Fine Art Theater was a three-screen X-rated movie house about a half-hour away. One screen was for singles, one for couples, and one for gay men. The next fifteen minutes passed in argument, but Edie said that Andrea would have to give in and declare her the winner of their game. For my part, I didn’t want to go because I already wanted to fuck Edie in the worst way now. I couldn’t imagine how horny it would make me to see other people having sex. Andi refused to give in, despite my pleading. She said she’d seen a dirty movie before, on her school’s campus, and that it would be no big deal to her. She lit a fresh Salem, inhaling deeply, looking bored at the prospect.
“What? Can’t you handle it, stud?” Edie giggled, grabbing one of my Mores and lighting it, snap-inhaling. “What? My purse is on the other side of the room. C’mon. It’ll be fun.” At three in the morning, the couples section of the Fine Art Theater was almost empty. There were two other couples in the theater, and they weren’t paying any attention to what was on the screen. We sat a respectful distance away, me in between the two blondes. It wasn’t long before I started shifting to ease my discomfort. The girls went to the ladies room about fifteen minutes into the show, and the usher told me that there was a swing party in the singles theater, if we were interested. When they came back, I was very horny, but didn’t tell them about the swing party.
Andi lit a cigarette, and the shifting light illustrated her streaming exhales. The scene on the screen was more arousing, but I was rock hard, and trying discreetly to shift it. Edie leaned over and started to kiss me. I began to respond eagerly, and then I felt a hand in my lap. Edie was holding my face, which meant that… Andi had a hopeful grin on her face, cigarette in one hand, me in the other. Like I said, it was a different time. “Edie,” I gasped, “I want to fuck you.”
“You have to… ummm… do that thing to Andi, first,” she whispered, panting. “I told her about you kissing me—down there. Nobody’s ever done it to her before. She’s my best friend, Gary.”
I made Andi stop; not that it didn’t feel good, but I didn’t want to waste it on a hand job. Any trace of fatigue was gone as we headed back to my apartment. Clothes went flying as soon as the three of us walked in the door, Edie resuming her passionate kisses, while Andi knelt and took me in her mouth. I was rock-hard in minutes, but somehow, we managed to make it to the bed.
Andi showed no hesitation when I slid into the bed backwards, tossing her panties carelessly away and spreading her legs. I stuck my tongue between them, and she gasped in surprise and pleasure. Edie took my cock in her mouth but I was too busy slurping at the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted to really notice. “Roll over,” Edie panted, “Saw this in—the movie.” It took no prompting to get Andi to move. She was close to orgasm, and she quickly sat squarely on my face, allowing Edie to straddle me and put me inside her. We all came within a short time. Andrea was wet and messy and smelled wonderful as she drenched my face. When I popped out of Edie, my shrinking cock was covered in thick white cream, some of it hers, some of it mine. The two girls struggled, but managed to arrange themselves to sandwich me, and we all fell asleep.
The two North Dakota farm girls served me breakfast in bed the next afternoon, despite being just a tiny bit hung over. They left right after breakfast, because they wanted to get their makeovers from Cherisse before the store closed. They returned at about seven that night, asking if I wanted to go to dinner with them, and that Andrea would drive. After dinner, Andrea removed a yellow box from her purse that looked a lot like Edie’s 164 box, and pulled out an extra-long, gold-tipped, pink cigarette, then handed Edie the box. Edie took a blue one. Andrea lit hers first, then Edie’s.
Andrea took a long draw and french-inhaled very slowly, while Edie snap-inhaled demonstratively. I knew I was gaping, but I couldn’t help it. “Aren’t they cool?” Edie said. “Cherisse told us about the company that makes the really long cigarettes she smokes, and this is another really long one they make,” she smiled. “They’re called Fantasias. Andrea n’me went to the smoke shop today to get a holder for her and we found this kind, too. I think I’m gonna try a green one next.” It was very, very difficult to keep my composure. I wondered if it was obvious to Edie yet. We left the restaurant after the girls had finished their cigarettes, enjoying the attention they garnered.
We piled back into Andrea’s car around nine-thirty, and she pulled out in the opposite direction from past my apartment. “I wanna go back to that theater,” she smiled, slyly. “I missed most of the movie.” Edie turned and smiled at me from the front seat, too. There were a few more cars in the parking lot this time. I remembered the usher and what had happened last night, and I got a little nervous—what theater were they heading for? It got worse when I saw that the same usher was taking the money at the box office tonight. He recognized us, too. “We weren’t here for more than a little bit of the movie, can we get in free?” Andrea asked.
“What theater? Singles or couples?” I imagined myself in the middle of an orgy. I didn’t like the thought of watching Edie and Andrea move from guy to guy while unattractive women pawed at me. “You’re early for the party in the singles theater, but if you’re going in there, I can let you two girls in for free. He’d have to pay, though.”
“Couples,” Andrea replied without any hesitation. I gave a sigh of relief.
“Sure, but it’ll cost you a blow job. He still has to pay,” the guy replied.
“I’ll give you one for me and her,” Andrea calmly bargained. “You can’t shoot in my mouth, though. Or my eyes.” I was temporarily taken aback by her businesslike tone, but Edie chose that moment to ask me for a cigarette and a light. By the time it was lit, Andrea was handing Edie and me tickets. The box office door opened, and she said, “This won’t take long.” The curtain to the box office closed right after she went inside. Edie smoked her More while leaning against the door, listening and occasionally giggling. The door re-opened ten minutes later, and Andrea stepped out, holding a ticket in her hand, looking amazingly unruffled. “Edie, do you have one of your menthol cigarettes?” she casually asked. “I must have left my Salems at the restaurant.” Andrea lit the Eve 120 menthol, and I forgot about her tryst within the first three drags.
The couple’s theater had a few more occupants than the previous night, but there were plenty of unoccupied rows. “Dare me, baby,” Edie said to Andrea as we walked in.
“I dare you to do what you see on the screen tonight,” Andrea shot back, looking at me with a smug smile. By this time, I had realized that I had been set up. We picked a spot, and settled in to watch the double feature. I got uncomfortable very quickly, but my dates for the night showed no signs of anything other than interest in the movie. About a half-hour in, Edie lit an Eve 120. I was somewhat distracted from the movie, but I couldn’t just watch her smoke, because Andrea was on the other side. Within a couple of minutes, Andrea and I were kissing deeply while Edie finished her smoke. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Edie started to kiss me, as I heard Andrea light up. After Andrea’s cigarette, the girls took turns heating me up. By the end of the first movie, I wanted to leave, but the girls wanted to stay.
The second movie started with a scene between two women. I got very hard watching it as a few more couples came into the theater. Neither of the girls commented, and I figured that this was the end of the game of truth or dare the girls had been playing. Edie snuggled, while Andrea occasionally nibbled on my ear. By the third sex scene, several moans and groans were coming from the audience. Andrea suddenly scrunched herself in between the rows of seats, and unzipped my pants just as Edie leaned over and kissed me.
Andrea showed me why all three of us had gotten in free, giving me a blowjob that was indescribable. She would bob her head while sucking, then flutter her tongue from the base to the tip, paying lots of attention to the rim and the sensitive area underneath. Any noise I made went directly into Edie’s mouth. They stopped briefly, long enough for me to gasp, “What are you doing?” before Andrea climbed on top of me and sank onto my erection, driving her tongue into my mouth. Andrea did all the work, grinding, bouncing, moaning, panting, and I have no idea what happened to Edie or in the movie or how long it took, because it seemed that suddenly I was groaning, “Oh gawwwddd,” and shooting into Andrea. She squeezed me tightly and rubbed her tits against my chest while my cock twitched inside her, panting in my ear. We kissed hot and heavy as she slowed her undulation and grinding until I slid out of her. Then she pulled her panties up, slid her dress back over her shoulders, and maneuvered herself back into her seat, lighting a cigarette.
“Sorry, Gary. Edie gave me a dare tonight. I couldn’t wait,” she smiled, french-inhaling her next draw. It wasn’t really an apology, and she really didn’t need one. I could feel the first faint stirrings of arousal, and when I turned to my left—
Edie was gone. Well what did she expect me to do? I thought. Don’t know why she’d put me in this situation and then get pissed off because I responded. A couple of minutes later, Edie came back with a couple of sodas and some damp paper towels. “I thought you might like these to clean up a little,” she whispered as she sat, giving me a kiss on the cheek. The fourth sex scene was just starting. I was definitely ready again by the time we got back to my apartment. This time, Edie lay underneath me with her legs spread wide and her arms wrapped around my neck, while Andi played with my balls and kissed me on the neck. Afterwards, Edie smoked an Eve while I ate Andi, who took two drags from the Eve when I was just beginning to settle in; she stopped being able to do much of anything except orgasm shortly thereafter.
The two girls lay on either side of me, sharing a green Fantasia 164, with long drags, snap and french-inhales, and an occasional audible exhale. I was in heaven, and they were unknowingly getting me ready to play again. The 164 took about the perfect length of time for me to recover. Edie kissed me first, a few wisps of smoke still in her smoky mouth. Then Andrea, who exhaled all of the smoke from her final drag before attacking me. Somebody was rubbing my cock, which responded instantly. Edie moved and swung herself over my face, while Andrea began to suck me. I quickly heard a “fuck it,” from her, and I felt, rather than saw her mount me for the second time of the night. She was making it a slow ride, while Edie bounced and vibrated from my oral attentions. Edie’s high-pitched moan indicated that she got off first, without getting overly wet. She slid off my face, and moved to Andrea, who she kissed deeply. I got harder inside Andrea. Since I’d already come twice, I was good for a long time, and Andrea came as she and Edie continued kissing. She climbed off, her legs jelly, and collapsed on the bed. Edie smiled, kissed me and lay on her back, spreading her legs. We started to fuck, and then Andrea lit a More (it was the nearest menthol cigarette), and I got really enthusiastic. Andrea watched us fuck, caressing herself from time to time while she smoked with flair, looking content, yet teasing. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and my increased energy level brought Edie to orgasm again, then mine hit me before Andrea finished the cigarette. There was no more post-sex smoking for Edie or me. I went to sleep, sandwiched between them again. My intent was to do some work on my research project over spring break. That was promptly forgotten the next morning, as I was awakened late in the morning by a double blowjob. When Andrea left to go back to school, she gave me a long, long, wet kiss, and patted my bulge before she turned away and drove off.
“You’ve been awesome, Gary,” Edie said, fitting one of the brown 164’s into her holder. “Andrea and I had lots of fun. I’m glad it didn’t… freak you out or anything.” She held the cigarette, waiting for me to light it, and took a long, luxurious drag. She waited before exhaling a thick stream of smoke in the afternoon light. “If I wanted a boyfriend, you’d be it, because you’re just too cool.” She told me about Andrea and her being the school nerdettes in North Dakota, and that was sort of why they were so wild now. “It’s a lot more fun.” Edie took one last long drag from the 164, some of the smoke seeping through her nose as she drew. Then she tilted her head back and exhaled through her nostrils. Despite the week full of sex, I wanted her, and took her out to dinner. She was smoking her Eve 120s; except for the single More she had back at my apartment between bouts of sex. When she walked out late that night, I had no illusions about seeing her again any time soon.