“What’s going on?” Marie asked at the breakfast table. “You’re looking at me funny.”
Colin snapped out of his reverie, and tried to fake that he hadn’t been—studying her, for want of a better term. She wasn’t having any of it, and badgered him until he held up his hand in surrender. He began, “Well, you’ve moved in with me, taken over my life, and I didn’t even know your last name until yesterday at the car dealership…. if that is your real name. For all I know, it could be an alias. How do I even know that Marie’s your real first name?”
“My real name is,” she returned with a sigh, “Marie Evangeline Jones. I’ll even show you my first paycheck in two weeks. It’ll be made out to Marie E. Jones.” She watched him bite back the retort that was on his mind. “Oh, I’ll be here in two weeks, Colin. Today, we go shopping so I can decorate this place.”
His jaw hung open. “You are taking over my entire life!”
“I need a desk for my computer, and we’ll need a hub for your cable modem, at the least,” she calmly answered. He didn’t look too pleased, despite last night’s antics. “Would you rather that I leave?” she asked. “You’re on the hook for thirty-five thousand dollars of car, registered in my name, licensed to me. I’d think you’d want your money’s worth. You’ve had sex what, three or four times before I met you?”
“No,” he indignantly replied. “More than that.”
“Don’t lie to me, Colin. Every time I’m naked, you’re like a starving man eyeing a fine steak. You’re learning, but don’t think for a second that I need your cock.” She waited for that to sink in. “But you like the way I smoke, more than you’d like to admit. If that wasn’t enough, I saw you yesterday at the dealership when I gushed over you like an about-to-be fiancée. You loved it. Sex or no, you love having an attractive girl who is very into you to show off. You probably get that even less than sex. I can fool anybody who sees us into thinking that I’m your girlfriend, smoke very sexily, have a healthy sexual appetite, and all of that makes me worth every penny you’ve spent on me so far. So what’s our first social event, my darling boyfriend?”
She was right. Colin wanted a girlfriend he felt good about showing off in public. Imagine the looks at the company’s monthly party! “Uhhh… Marie… Could you possibly come to my company’s party a week from Friday? We have one every month.”
“I’m sorry, Colin, but I start next Monday, so I don’t think I can do that my first week on the job,” she said. “Have you told your co-workers about me yet? Otherwise, they’ll think you rented me.” She played with the pack of Capri 120s on the table. “Even if you did,” Marie quickly added, “it would be to your advantage to give them a hint that you’re dating somebody.”
“OK,” Colin said, his eyes on the pack in her hands. “I’ll do that,” he absently said.
“By the way, as for—your fetish,” Marie smiled, quite aware that he was hoping to see her smoke, “I like doing nose exhales with menthol cigarettes. How ’bout it, Colin? Do you like thick nose exhales?”
“Uhhhh… not really. I mean, I always thought it looked kinda stupid—no offense.”
Marie pulled a Capri from the pack. “By the time your company party rolls around, you’ll be getting hard for my nasal exhales, Colin,” she sultrily whispered, her eyes filled with promises of sexual delights as she walked past him. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “See? I told you I can fool anybody.” His face fell as she lit a cigarette, exhaling through her nose. “But I wasn’t joking about the nasal exhales. You won’t know what hit you. I’ll have you wrapped around my little finger even more than you are now. And you are gonna—” Marie did one of her trademark creamy french inhales, before tilting her head all the way back and exhaling straight up. “Love it.” She paused. “Oh, by the way, I’m not interested in having sex right now. This is called a tease,” she sweetly said before disappearing upstairs.
Colin came home on Wednesday to find her stuff all over his place. “The movers finally came,” she said. “I haven’t quite figured what needs to go, but my stuff is newer than your stuff… and it’s nicer.” He sputtered, but then she lit a More, taking a long, long, long first drag, tilting her head back and exhaling through her nose. The smoke was so well lit by the afternoon sunlight! He felt himself begin to thicken. She’d been exhaling slowly through her nose since Sunday, and he’d grown a new appreciation for a well-lit, slow nasal exhale in profile. “Come to bed, Colin,” she purred, dragging, and french-inhaling her More. But… I just… got… home… She tilted her head, and finally exhaled, smoke coming from her nose and mouth. He was spellbound, and so mutely followed her past the boxes, up the steps to their bedroom at six in the evening.
“Colin, darling,” Marie purred again, reclining on the bed, More held high, “undress me. Start at the top.” She took anther demonstrative puff, slowly french-inhaled it, and turned her head to exhale, quite leisurely, her eyes on fire. His anxiety and hunger were evident by his fumbling effort with her top—luckily, she was braless, or he might never have gotten her chest exposed. “Now, take my stockings off,” she cooed as he gawked at her body. As he was working on that, she said, “You’ve been so good to me these past few days, and I’m going to reward you for your patience.” Colin was hard. Marie had gone out of her way to tease him with sensuous smoking. She had given him an interest in nasal exhales over the course of three days, but she hadn’t bothered to relieve his very blue balls. He was so excited that undressing her was a chore. “Now work your way up.” He finally got her panties off, and was about to remove his own, but she touched him and said, “Not this time, Colin.”
“I—I—thought—you were gonna reward me?” he said, suddenly confused and shrinking.
“Oh, I am,” she smiled. “I’m going to teach you how to eat pussy.”
That was something that Colin had never done, nor had any interest in doing. He’d always heard that it smelled like fish and the thought was, well, gross. “What the hell kind of reward is that?”
“The gift that keeps on giving. Colin, at the least it’s foreplay. At its best, it’s sex. The better you give, the better you’ll get.” He wasn’t buying. Marie sighed. “Colin, every woman wants a man who knows how to eat her pussy. It will make you a better, more desirable lover.” It ultimately took a trip downstairs to grab the Mores, and a series of slow-motion french-inhales to get him to accept with a bit of reluctance. “Now, the first thing you want to do is warm me up. Slowly, lightly, around my pussy—like that, and no, it doesn’t smell like fish—as long as it’s clean. Don’t touch my clit.”
Colin lapped as softly and gently as he could. Marie began to get wet and told him that she was getting pretty warm, and now he could start with her clit. “The biggest mistake guys make is to stop what they’re doing. Ohhh… That’s a good… good… boy… Harder!” Her patient, gentle teaching ended in a hissed imperative. “Use a finger—not too rough—Ohhhhh yesssss… Ohhh Colin…” Her hips started to move, just a little at first. “Ohhh… there… right there… Lick me… lick me…”
He remembered something he’d read in a Penthouse letter and began to buffet her clit with the tip of his tongue. Marie vibrated with a gasp, and he stopped. This is kinda fun. He resumed licking her, painting broad brush strokes with his tongue around her labia, now swollen and thoroughly wet. She didn’t taste bad, much to his surprise, and he began to suck at her pussy. She pushed at his head, and he got the message. He went after her clit again, licking patiently while rotating his finger inside of her. Marie began to move, her moans increasing in volume and pitch until… “Ohhh… ohhhh, OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHH!!!!” He knew what an orgasm looked like from above her, but she was moving a lot more without his weight on top of her, her hips vibrating rapidly until she gave a full-body shudder and collapsed onto the bed. “S-S-S-Stop!” she managed.
Colin’s face was soaked. He could smell her essence, and it was—exciting. Colin’s cock was full, but not quite hard. He just—watched her as she came down, vibrating from time to time as if she were still being stimulated. The urgency for sex he had felt earlier was replaced by… She said I shouldn’t do this. But she’s so pretty, and she’s sexy and… “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” Marie eventually sighed. “That’s three, Colin. You are a fast learner.”
“Thank you,” he sheepishly replied. She’s so beautiful after sex…
“Now don’t fall in love with me, Mr. Turner,” Marie sternly warned. “Get those stars out of your eyes. This was sex, not love.” She sat up with some effort. “Any way, you’ve got to help me unpack tonight. I’ll get the place redecorated and all the furniture moved over the next couple of days. I hired some help—oh, don’t worry, you’re not going to pay for it. It’s out of my relocation assistance funds.”
He gaped at her. It was difficult not knowing which Marie he was dealing with from moment to moment. While Colin may not have been good with women, Marie defied even the simplest efforts at figuring her out. He watched her walk out of the bedroom, still naked, the rose tattoo on her butt swaying with each step. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Some reward, he mused. This was just another tease.
After a late dinner at the bar they’d met at, Marie looked at him and asked, “Well, Colin, do you have any furniture—other than your computer desk—that you’re irretrievably attached to?” He sputtered in his beer. “There isn’t enough room for everything, and like I said, my stuff is newer. I know you’ll like my bed better,” she mock-suggestively intoned.
“Why? You’re the only one who does anything other than sleep in it,” he snapped, keeping his voice quiet.
“I think we’re about to have a discussion that doesn’t belong in public,” she retorted before commanding, “Pay the bill and let’s go home.” Colin muttered something about it not being his home any more. "Just pay the bill," she irritably said.
Marie started talking as soon as the door closed behind them. “Colin, I still have tons of evidence on you. I’ve gotten even more since I've moved in.” He flopped on the sofa, defeated. “That’s a lot of goodwill down the drain. The people at the nightclub like you. You’re a great tipper, and you’ve never caused any trouble.” She sighed. “I’m moving in, and I have stuff. You’re a damn bachelor, Colin, with mostly second-hand furniture. Your furniture has seen better days, dear. What’s the harm, other than possession?”
The mention of his smoking fetish had taken all of the steam out of Colin. She had leverage over him. But… there was also a certain amount of sense in what she was saying. “Can I… store… my stuff?”
“Now you’re starting to think, Colin,” Marie brightly said. “If that would appeal to you, let me know, and I’ll find a storage unit. But before you get all gung-ho, think some more. Your furniture—such as it is—needs replacing, except for the gorgeous desk you used to jack off at. I have almost brand-new stuff, all of it less than two years old, and it’s quite stylish, even if I do say so myself.” She looked at him, slightly exasperated because he didn’t seem to know where this was going. “Look, with a girlfriend, you’re going to be expected to entertain. It would be good to show some style. A young bachelor should have more than ratty old furniture.”
Colin shook his head to stop it from spinning. Marie was so—transitory. One second she’s pissing him off, the next she was teaching him something important. She’d tease, then she’d fuck him into complete bliss. She was part extortionist, part teacher, part lover… “I don’t get you,” he finally said. “I don’t know why, but the things you say make sense, but only after you’ve threatened me. Why are you like this?”
Marie smiled. “That, Mr. Turner, is a very complicated question, and it’s late.” She stood and headed upstairs. “Coming?”
“Will you answer the question?” he asked her retreating form, but got no answer. After a few more seconds spent waiting vainly for an answer, Colin sighed, and followed her. He walked past the bathroom and the office, carefully navigating the boxes of her stuff in the hall. He was a little surprised to arrive at an empty bedroom.
“Oh Collll-liiiiinnnnn,” came a singsong voice from the darkened office. He turned around, and walked slowly back down the hall. “Marie?” he cautiously offered. The floor lamp came on, and Marie was sitting on the desk, having moved the monitor to the floor, posed sexily in silhouette. She works fast—and quiet, he thought. She was showing a generous amount of leg, and… garters?
“Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable,” she husked, indicating his chair. She lit a Capri 120. Her first drag billowed into the light and Colin thickened. “I meant… make yourself comfortable.” He gaped at her, thankful that she couldn’t quite see him in the semidarkness. “Colin. Think of this is as a live video. We’re alone. I won’t be offended, and I know—” More smoke filled the air, lit from behind, coming from a woman’s figure, seductively reclined with arched back and lots of leg. “—how horny you are.” It didn’t matter that her legs were thick, because Colin was. “Take your pants off.” It was not a request, but it sounded damn good to Colin anyway. “Stroke yourself like you’re watching a video.”
She adjusted the floor lamp to illuminate her face, showing off one of her trademark french-inhales. He gasped involuntarily. Marie lazily tilted her head back, exhaling slowly through her nose. Two thick streams flowed from her nose, and Colin’s cock pulsed strongly in his flying palm. “You’re not gonna make it until the end of the Capri,” she smirked in a sexy tone of voice. “But that’s all right, Colin. You’re learning, and this is your reward.” Another long drag, and slow, thick, creamy nasal exhale…
“Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhh,” he moaned, spurting a hot blob of cum onto his leg. Marie dragged again, the french-inhale so sexy… “Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggkkkkk!!!” Colin’s second spurt was stronger, more painfully blissful than the first. Marie exhaled slowly through her lips, smoke escaping from her nostrils… “Ooooohhhhhh… FUCK!” Colin erupted again, orgasm making it too painful to continue stroking. Untouched, he shot again as Marie took a long deep drag, snap-inhaled, and exhaled through her nose. A long, happy sigh was the only noise Colin could make, as he sank into the cushion, cum still leaking onto his legs and his chair. He only opened his eyes to Marie’s smoky scent as she gave him a kiss on the forehead.
“Good night, Colin. Sleep well,” she said, walking past him towards the bedroom. He whimpered, sexually exhausted, unable to stand up. It took a few minutes, but he finally arose on wobbly legs, and staggered towards the bedroom.
“Marie…” Colin began.
As usual, she interrupted him. “Colin, don’t beg. It’s not dignified. You’re an adult, say what you have to say. I can take it.”
He sighed. “I was wondering… well… it’s about the way you smoke.”
“Not sexy enough for you?”
“Ummm… no… Actually, it’s the other way around. Do you always smoke like that? I mean…”
“Oh! I get it,” Marie smiled and lit a Capri 120, taking her usual slow french-inhale, tilting her head, and exhaling very slowly through her nose and mouth. “That,” she said with a smile. “To finish your thought, and answer your question, no, I don’t have to smoke like this. I will tone it down when I meet your co-workers. In fact, I only smoke this way around you when we’re alone.” She paused, eyes sparkling. Why? “Because I know you like it. Why haven’t you ever seen me smoke normally? Because we’ve been alone for the most part. For example, if we ever go out on like a date, I’ll be much less obvious. And a date isn’t that big a stretch, after all, I am supposed to be your girlfriend.”
“I don’t know why you say that,” he said.
“Well, maybe if you treated me more like somebody you were dating…” She put the Capri out, half-finished. “Like I said once before, I’m not contrary out of spite. It’s too hard.” The room was quiet for a moment. “Ohhh… I get it,” Marie finally said. “Bless your little nerdy heart. You have no idea of what people do on dates. Tell you what, Colin, I’ll make it easy. Let’s start with dinner and a movie. I’ll even let you pick the movie, and I do like Star Wars and comic book flicks. You’ve got to stop thinking like a bachelor.”
“Gee… Marie…” It was something he hadn’t thought about. It was Friday, but it was a third straight Friday with a real, live smoking girl, not a fantasy one, or spent watching some anonymous girls smoking at the club. Colin was a little overwhelmed by the offer. “Do I gotta change?” he meekly asked. Marie assured him that he was fine, but that she had to change. She came back wearing the hot little red number he’d seen her wearing on that first night. “Ummmmmm…”
“No, Colin. I’ve been respectable almost the whole week. I need to let my wild side out. Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “It might even improve your social status to be seen with a wild chick. I’m driving, but you have to navigate.”
Marie didn’t smoke a lot that evening, but when she did, her flamboyant style was nowhere in evidence. She was still very feminine about it, but the french- and snap-inhales were gone for the most part. The after-dinner Capri 120 was started with a slow snap-inhale (“thanks for the light, dear.”) After they left the movie, she touched his shoulder, and lit her own cigarette. The second drag was finished with a slow french-inhale and a mischievous, knowing look before they headed to the car
“I had a nice time tonight, Colin,” she said as she drove. “Did you want to go someplace else? Any late nightclubs around?”
“I’m a little tired for that, Marie,” he confessed with disappointment. It had been a nice night. Marie was the girlfriend tonight, even if he hadn’t quite had enough nerve to put his arm around her in the theater. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“We can go dancing?” she energetically said, pouncing on his content, lazily issued statement. “That would be so cool!” He stuttered and stammered, shocked out of his peaceful state by the prospect of having to dance. “I know you can’t dance, Colin. I’ll teach you how. Can you find a reggae band in town?”
He didn’t know. The only time he’d seen a reggae band was on the cruise ship that stopped in Jamaica for a day. Marie waved one hand in a dismissive gesture. “I’ll find one. I’ll teach you how to dance a little tomorrow before we go.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which silenced his fretting. He is just too much fun, she thought.
“You—we—need to get out more, Colin,” Marie said when they got home. “You’re too insular and—don’t take this wrong—predictable.” He admitted as much. “I’ll be changing that in due time. But right now…” Marie took out a Capri 120. “I think I’d like to smoke for you, now that we’re alone,” she lewdly smiled. “But stay right there on the sofa. It’s going away tomorrow, anyway. Let’s give it a proper send-off.” He said something about not feeling comfortable in the living room, but she cut his weak protest off with her first french-inhale. Marie tilted her head back and exhaled slowly through her nose, savoring the menthol in the Capri. He was watching her profile intently. “Don’t touch yourself,” she whispered. “Let me—excite you.”
Marie drew again on the slender cylinder, and chose not to embellish the drag. She exhaled naturally, silently, slowly, smoke coming through her mouth, ballooning into a white cone as her chest pushed forward slightly, joined momentarily by two residual streams from her nostrils. Capri held high by her face, between her fingers, she drew again, held the smoke, and barely lifted her chin before producing a beautiful, fluffy, bluish-white cone from her lips in slow motion. The bulge in his pants was becoming more evident. She continued to stand where she was, aware that she was giving him his favored profile view of her smoking. “I believe you said something about a cigarette holder?” she purred. “Can you imagine—” Marie paused to draw and snap-inhale, causing him to gasp. Head tilted back, the smoke flowed from her nose, thick, and very visible. “—me using a cigarette holder with my extra-long cigarettes?” He nodded, eyes wide at the thought.
She drew again, closing her eyes, enjoying the cooling menthol sensation through her nose as she slowly french-inhaled. Marie slowly raised her chin, and waited before exhaling, chest rising silently, smoke flowing into the air. She could hear his soft panting. Truth to tell, this was the fun part of being a smoking fetish expert. She’d learned about the fetish at 14, and through it, had discovered a way out of her less-than-promising life. But turning guys on with her smoking gave her a sense of being so sexy that she could get wet from it in the right situation. And this was the right situation.
Marie turned her torso and cast an incendiary glance at him as she dragged again, snapping a ball of smoke into her lungs and lifting her head to exhale through her nose. The hell with the sofa. She winked, and wiggled her way upstairs. She heard his hurried footsteps behind her before she got to the second floor. She didn’t bother to walk any faster.
She exhaled through her lips past the window, the outside lights illuminating the billowing column of smoke. He’d kept the lights off, keeping the mood going, and the More she was smoking was guaranteed to keep him going. He’d achieved her orgasm quota for the week—but there was still another round after this, and another night to go before the end of the week. She never looked at him during this cigarette—he didn’t need to know that it was a post-great sex cigarette, because she was sure that her eyes would give her away, and anything she could do to maintain her upper hand over him was important. When a mark managed to escape the spell she wove… That was a precursor to an ugly ending. She did not want Colin to end badly. He was fertile ground, and he was kind of a nice guy. No, Colin was a nice guy, and he deserved the best fantasy fulfillment she could give him in exchange for his generosity, even if it was coerced.
She noisily exhaled her final drag. “Ready, Colin?” she growled, her voice roughened by the smoke and the lust.
“What do you think?” Giggling, she gave him a deep kiss and wrapped her hand around his erection. He gasped and moved to sit up, but she pushed at his chest and moved over him, straddling his belly, then sliding her musk trail along his body to his face. He grabbed her hips and began to lick at her like a man possessed. His enthusiastic efforts were unfocused, but his zeal was charming, and he began to hit the mark more and more often as she moved, trying to point the way.
Marie had started to make noise, and she was slowly grinding at his mouth and face. Colin had figured out that this was a sign to keep doing exactly what he was doing, and it soon led to Marie’s loud sigh and vibrating hips, and she slumped to the side. Colin took his first really good breath in several minutes. He was busy wiping his face, savoring the scent of her intimacy, when he felt her weight again. This time, it was on his hips and she grasped his cock, guiding it into her. Marie churned her hips furiously, and Colin’s vision blurred. He had no clue how long anything lasted, including his painful post-orgasm. She leaned forward and kissed him, pumping at him long after he had gone flaccid, but having her body so close was… nice. But he felt drowsy, Marie’s body felt so nice and warm, so drowsy, she was so close… so drowsy…