“So how was it?”
“Colin!!! That’s so sweet! I walk in the door, and the first thing you ask me is how my first day on my new job was!” Marie couldn’t help but be impressed. Colin must have left work early in order to beat her home so he could ask. “It was… a work day,” she replied. “I didn’t do much other than sit at my new desk—I have a cubicle outside of the programming manager’s office. He’s been used to working without an admin assistant, so it’ll be a while.”
“Do you think you’ll lose the job?” Colin worried aloud.
Nope. I’m George’s girl. He couldn’t get rid of me if I cussed him out in front of the whole office. “No. It’s—an adjustment period. I’m sure he’ll have plenty for me to do as soon as he gets used to having me around.” She smiled impishly at him. “After all, you’re getting used to it.” That made him blush. Marie headed for the kitchen and the fresh pack of Mores in the freezer, but changed her mind and stopped halfway there. She came back to the living room, grabbed her purse and reached for a Capri. “There’s a really nice smoking lounge outside the building—the big boss smokes, and so do a lot of the staff, so they put a climate-controlled room outside the front door. It’s a welcome change from California.” George had a permanent room at the motel next door for me—us, but that was the only place indoors I could smoke other than my house.
She lit it, taking a long, creamy french-inhale, knowing that it would capture his attention. She was always very aware that Colin was watching her. She hadn’t lost her advantage with the Capris—that reminded her—she was running out, so she needed to remind him that he had go cigarette shopping for her again. He loved to watch her smoke, more than George, or even Danny. She had him wrapped around her finger. She was set for a good little while. It didn’t hurt that his pussy licking skills were rapidly improving, either. Her next drag was snapped as she opened her mouth wide, allowing a big ball of smoke to drift from her mouth, only to be sucked back into her lungs. She waited, finally lifting her head for the silent oral exhale. She knew what he liked. “So… what’s for dinner?”
“Ummmm… you?”
Marie laughed in mid-draw. She hadn’t expected him to be out-and-out lewd. She exhaled hurriedly, giggling. “No. That’ll only make me hungrier. And you’ll starve to death on a diet of me.”
“I’d like to die trying,” he shot back.
I’m definitely set. He’ll keep me for a long as I want. “That’s not an option,” she said, taking another long drag and letting go an equally slow exhale. “And now I’ve had to work all day, so I’m hungry.” She held the Capri hostage over an ashtray.
“How about Rico’s?” he quickly suggested, and she withdrew her hand, smiling.
“You’re such a good boy,” Marie said, taking another long drag, and sustaining a french-inhale for several seconds to show him that she meant it. She made no move to leave just yet; she wanted to finish the Capri, and give him his money’s worth. George had taught her about the two-way nature of the deal. If she fulfilled her end of the bargain, he was more than generous. Colin treated her the same way. With age comes wisdom, Marie. She performed one last french-inhale, lifted her chin, and silently exhaled. The bulge in his pants was obvious now, and this was a great time to suggest leaving. It was fun to watch him blush and stammer.
Marie came out of the bedroom, dressed nicely in a sharp black dress and a string of pearls. “How do I look?”
“Marie…” Colin gasped, “you’re gorgeous!” She smiled at the heartfelt comment. It was their first social event as boyfriend and “girlfriend,” so to speak. One of Colin’s co-workers was having a party at his house, and for the first time, Colin had accepted. “Everybody’s real anxious to meet you,” he said, grabbing his jacket. “Oh, I probably shouldn’t have said anything. Now you’re nervous.”
Marie giggled. “No, I’m not nervous, Colin. Nowhere near as much as you are.” He looked hopefully at her. “No,” she flatly stated, “I am not going to have you walking around all night with a woody. Now remember, you are not going to stare at me all night, right?” He nodded. “To give you a little—incentive—I will perform for you after we’re back home… alone, as long as you don’t stare or otherwise act like an idiot while we’re at the party.”
“I know,” he whined. “I haven’t been at a party with a girl in, like, forever. It’s going to be tough.”
She gave him a peck on the cheek and he trembled. “I know, but… I’ll let you drive the beamer, OK? Let that tide you over. It’s a fun car. Even a geek like you oughta get a kick out of being behind the wheel.” She tossed him the keys.
She’d timed it so that they were not the first to arrive, deliberately slowing down in getting ready. She’d silenced Colin’s complaint with a languorously smoked Virginia Slim 120 while in bra and panties, and resumed her leisurely preparations. Marie figured that she’d be the most popular, or at least the subject of the most curiosity at the party, and she wasn’t disappointed. Everybody seemed to gravitate to her within moments of their arrival, and she felt bad about the fact that Colin was more or less ignored during these meet and greet encounters, but she played the role.
“So how did you meet Colin?” Tim Orton asked as she hung comfortably on Colin’s arm. His tone of voice indicated that he couldn’t believe that someone like her would actually go out with him.
“We met in the music room at the Big Hill,” she brightly replied. “I was here… looking for a place to live. I got transferred from San Diego, and my company had put me up in a hotel for the weekend. I decided to check out the nightlife, and the guy at the hotel recommended the Big Hill.”
“What were you doing there, Colin? Get lost on your way to a Star Trek convention or something?” Tim laughed hysterically at his own joke.
“No, I was listening to the band,” he patiently replied. “Then she walked in, and I noticed her right away.”
“We spent the rest of the night together, and I made sure to look him up when I moved out here for good,” Marie finished, smiling. His joke having fizzled, Tim very quickly excused himself. “OK, Colin, let’s make it look good,” Marie said. “People are doubting that we’re—involved. You don’t want that hanging over your head.” She swung around to face him, and slowly opened her mouth. They kissed. It was a brief kiss, as wet kisses go, but all conversation in the room stopped. Colin didn’t notice, but Marie did, and that was when she pulled back, breaking the kiss. “That was very nice,” she whispered, meaning it. “Now go find me a drink, and some place to smoke while I drink it.”
Colin gave her an impulsive, slightly awkward peck on the cheek before speeding off on his appointed task. A woman immediately came up to Marie and asked rhetorically, “He’s not as geeky as he seems, is he?” Marie laughed and said that he was, but that he seemed safe, and was just so charming and polite that she spent her first free night in town with him. “And so is he safe?” was the conspiratorially whispered question.
“He’s a sweet and caring guy… everywhere,” Marie replied, noting with satisfaction the raised eyebrow in response, and the look the woman gave Colin when he passed her as he returned with Marie’s beer. Colin noticed it too, and asked her as he handed her the beer. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Colin. I’m just improving your reputation at work, just like I said I would. Now, where’s the smoking room?”
Colin said, “Follow me. Carl and Lily have a real smoking room.” They walked through the kitchen onto a screened-in patio with comfortable chairs and ashtrays. “They’re cigar smokers, but they don’t want to have the house smelling like cigars, so they have this room for smoking.” He leaned in close to her and whispered, “Is it OK if I stay out here with you?”
“Of course, Colin!” Marie gaily replied. “You’re my boyfriend.” She sat and waited for him to light her Virginia Slim 120. Just as he lit it, the door opened and two women walked in, chatting. “Oh, hi, Colin!” one of them, a thirysomething blonde with blue eyes said, “Did you start smoking?”
“No, Juliet… my girlfriend does,” he replied.
“Colin, Marie, this is Margie O’Connor—she’s Carl’s sister,” Juliet said. Margie was at least ten years older than Juliet, and had that matronly look about her, although her brown hair was cut very attractively around her face.
“Juliet and I are—divorced poker buddies,” Margie smiled. “We sort of hit it off at a party last year.” The women sat in chairs around the table with Colin and Marie on the long informal sofa. Colin, ever the gentleman, lit Juliet’s Marlboro Ultra Light while Margie and Marie were talking. “You’ve got him trained already,” Margie joked.
Marie giggled and gave Colin a little squeeze as she dragged on her Virginia Slim 120, raising her chin and exhaling after the briefest of pauses. It was the barest shadow of the sensuous style she used when they were alone. Margie reached into her purse, and removed a pack of regular Saratoga 120’s. Colin lit that as well. Margie’s first drag was long, her cheeks hollowed, and jets of smoke came from her nose in a short burst in mid drag. She licked her lips, then tilted her head to the side, and leisurely exhaled seemingly forever through a small “O” in her lips. Before Colin could gape, Marie nudged him gently, and said, “Saratogas? Wow. I haven’t had one of those in like, forever,” to divert Margie’s attention away from him.
Margie smiled. “Really? I’ve never met anybody else who smokes them.” She shot a glance at Juliet. “Except when they run out of their own.”
“They’re too damn long,” Juliet complained right after she let a fluffy, wide cone of smoke from a shallow drag on her already half-gone cigarette.
Amateur. “I smoked Saratogas for a while when I was younger,” Marie rejoined. That’s where this whole mess started. “I guess I got to where I liked the extra-long cigarettes, because I’ve pretty much only smoked extra-long cigarettes ever since. Not sure why I switched from Saratogas, though.” Well, I do know, but…
“I liked the longer cigarettes when they first came out, too. I switched from Virginia Slim 100’s to Mores, but the brown thing just didn’t work for me. Some women could pull it off, but not me,” Margie said after taking another long cheek hollowing draw. “Guess I wasn’t quite as secure in my femininity back then,” she resumed, smoke coming in bursts with her words. She paused, and exhaled the rest, slowly in a fine stream, having absorbed most of the smoke.
Marie thought, Mark would have gone nuts over that, as Margie continued, “But the Saratogas I could do. I started smoking them sophomore year in college, and I haven’t smoked anything else since, except for a flirtation with those Capri straws. I’d still smoke them, but I don’t like sucking that hard all the time.”
“Well, maybe sometime tonight I’ll have to ask you for a Saratoga,” Marie grinned. “For old times sake.” She took a long drag on her Virginia Slim 120, exhaling a nicely lit stream with a soft, “ffff.”
“I wouldn’t mind at all,” Margie smiled back. She looked at Juliet. “At least then I won’t have to listen to someone who always complains that they’re too long when she smokes one.” Margie finished her thought by taking another cheek-hollowing drag, opening her mouth for a moment, letting some smoke escape, and then dragging again, sending smoke billowing from her nostrils as she did. She aimed her exhale to the side, away from Colin and Marie. It was a long, long, steady trail, with occasional flow of smoke from her nostrils.
Marie casually let her hand drop across Colin’s lap. Yup. He’s watching. Time to go back inside before it gets obvious. She took a quick last drag, punctuated with a casual french-inhale before she put out her cigarette. “Colin, let’s go visit the hors d’oeuvres. I’m getting a little hungry.” She said goodbye to both Juliet and Margie, with a promise to find Margie later, and dragged Colin along. There wasn’t enough privacy for her to say anything to him; she made a mental note to bring it up on the ride home. They mingled some more by the hors d’oeuvres, meeting Colin’s antismoking boss, who made a painfully obvious effort to avoid ranting about smokers when he found out that Marie did. Showing some social sense for a change, Colin pointed out someone that Marie hadn’t yet met, and they left his boss by the canapés.
“Marie, this is our administrative assistant, Lauren Clarke. Lauren, this is Marie, my girlfriend.”
Lauren had long, thick blonde hair, which framed a model’s face. She was a little too wide to be a model—Marie guessed about a size 12—but she had some glorious curves that were not overly generous. She also had a huge rock on her finger, which meant that her husband was definitely a mover and shaker. “Hi Marie, it’s so nice to finally meet you after hearing Colin talk about you for the past two weeks.” The black-and-white dress she was wearing didn’t look like it came from a store that an administrative assistant could afford, either. It hugged her curves too comfortably to have been just something off the rack at a mid-range clothing store.
“Nice to meet you, too.” The two women started talking about how Marie had met Colin.
“Well, you’ve got one of the sweetest guys around town, Marie,” Lauren said, giving Colin a hug. “When he got promoted to being my boss last year, I didn’t know what to expect, but he’s been really great.” Lauren shot a brief glance at Colin’s boss. “Much better than him,” she finished. Colin was blushing. “I understand that you’re an administrative assistant, too. How’s your boss?” In spite of all the obvious signs of wealth, Lauren was good-natured, and seemed really down-to-earth.
“I’m not sure. I’ve only been working here for three weeks, and we haven’t had any crises yet,” Marie answered. “That’s when you can really tell who you’re working for.” Lauren agreed. “I wish they’d give me some more to do, though.”
“Colin asked me to take over purchasing. Maybe that’s something you could suggest.”
Marie nodded, and said that was a good idea. She glanced at the ring. “So, is your husband here?”
“Oh, no, he’s in Savannah on last-minute business,” Lauren replied. “This happens once or twice a year or so, where he’s gone over a weekend at the last minute,” Lauren sighed, “and I can’t go with him. He’s a big finance guy.” Her face brightened. “I’m sure Gary would help you out if you guys were ever interested in…” She blushed. “You’ve only been going out for three weeks. I’m sorry, Marie, but Colin’s such a good guy that I’d really like to see him meet the right girl.”
Her husband is one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Sweet, sexy, and all-natural. I’d marry her, too. Deciding that Colin was already red enough, Marie smiled, “Well, I think he’s a good guy, too.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “We’d better mingle some more, though. It looks like more people have arrived.”
“And they all want to meet you,” Lauren chirped with a smile in return. “I agree. It’s better to get as much of the greeting stuff over as soon as possible. Then you and your boyfriend can enjoy the rest of the party. Believe me, I had to go through the same thing with Gary.” They said their goodbyes as dinner was announced, and they all went to the dining room.
After dinner, Marie and Colin were corralled by his lead developer on their way to the smoking room. Marie patiently stayed with Colin, although she was dying for a cigarette. Fortunately, his wife dragged him away, with a soft apology to Marie. “Colin, one hint: don’t do that. It’s uncomfortable for your date. If you gotta talk business, say something like, ‘I’ll only be a minute, honey.’” He accepted that with the eager attitude of a star pupil. “But I’m definitely ready for an after-dinner smoke. Coming?” she teased. There were a few more people in the smoking room now, including the hosts, who each held a smoldering cigar.
“Marie! Colin!” Lily Schmidt called. “Would either of you care for a cigar?” They both declined the offer. “They’re Romeo y Julieta Reserves,” Lily added hopefully, before drawing on her own. Marie noted the lack of an inhale, but that wasn’t necessarily why one smoked cigars. “Carl and I are so happy to see Colin at one of our gatherings. We were beginning to think he was allergic to the dark,” she laughed.
“No, Lily, he was just—single,” Marie replied, reaching into her purse.
“Hello, Marie,” a voice interrupted. It was Margie. “I was wondering when you and Colin would make it outside again.” She was holding her pack of Saratogas. “Lily, Lily, Lily… that husband of yours has ruined you,” she jokingly chided her sister, and proceeded to explain, “Lily was the good girl of the family. Didn’t smoke and didn’t drink, and then she gets married and she’s smokin’ cigars and drinkin’ Margueritas. I tell you, that Carl is no good! Corrupting my little sister like that.” They all laughed as Lily took a defiant puff on her cigar and followed it with a healthy sip of her Marguerita. Margie removed a Saratoga from her pack. “May I have a light, Colin? Mine seems to have disappeared with Juliet. I like her, but I’m gonna have to buy her her own ten-pack of lighters.”
As Colin reached into his pocket for the lighter, Marie asked, “Can I have that Saratoga now?” Margie quickly extended the pack to her. Colin lit both ladies’ cigarettes amid small talk. Margie’s voracious draw ended with a visible swallow and a quick jet of smoke from her nostrils, while Marie’s drag was smoother, made with less visible effort. Both women turned away from Colin and exhaled silently towards the ceiling, thin trails of smoke flowing from their nostrils along with the thicker white ribbons projected from their mouths.
“Oh, hey, Colin, Marie!” came Lauren’s voice. “I didn’t know that you smoked, Marie,” Lauren smiled as she joined their group. “Hi Margie, Lily.”
“Colin has a light for you, Lauren,” Margie interrupted before Marie could answer. “Two weeks and she’s already got him trained,” she laughed. “That Saratoga will cost you your secrets, hmmm?” The four women laughed while Colin turned very red, but he patiently held his tongue and the lighter, waiting for Lauren to remove her cigarettes.
Lauren pulled out a silver case, which apparently wasn’t news to everybody except Marie. Gotta be solid sterling, it would fit with everything else about her. She pulled out a long, all-white cigarette, and waited for Colin’s light before she brought it to her lips. Marie checked the cigarette for markings, even as she took her own drag. Lauren’s drag was smooth, long, and deep. There was a three-count before she lifted her chin to exhale a long, narrow stream of smoke. Marie knew that Colin was going nuts over being in the middle of four smokers, one of them a cigar, but Lauren’s elegant style was more on her mind. I had to practice to be that sexy about it. She’s natural, just like everything else about her.
Unconsciously, Marie french-inhaled her next drag on the Saratoga, waited, and then exhaled slowly, silently. “Ohhhh, I wish I could do that,” Lauren enviously said. “Ever since high school.” Lauren’s long drag, pause, and exhale were so relaxed, so effortless, that Marie thought, “You’re doin’ just fine as you are, darlin’.” There was a very natural, casual elegance to Lauren’s style. It suddenly clicked in Marie’s head that Lauren was the woman that Colin watched at work. I gotta admit, the boy has good taste.
Marie dragged and french-inhaled again, showing off. It was partly a response to the sexy way that Lauren smoked, but it was also to recapture her date’s attention. She exhaled through her nostrils, checking Colin’s reaction. He may not have been much for cork tips, but he adored her french-inhales.
Lauren’s hand brought the still-long white cigarette to her lips, traveling in a smooth arc, without hurry. She took another silent, beautiful, model-like drag, followed by a three-count, and a very slight, casual tilt of the head. Without visible effort, or any sound, she pushed a long stream of smoke though her lips. Marie was nearly spellbound. The woman was gorgeous, and she knew how to smoke. They made some more small talk, but it was time to cool Colin off a little, so Marie finished her Saratoga, and dragged him away from his nirvana, back to the rest of the party.
Back inside, Marie had to carry the bulk of the conversation, since she was pretty much the center of attention in whatever group they were with, but then again, everybody already knew Colin. This was the part of the party that made her feel like she was earning her car. Answering the same questions over and over a gain without acting bored… that’s hard work. After about an hour, she tapped him on the arm and suggested that she would like a cigarette. Lily, Margie, Juliet and Carl were having a poker game going at one of the tables, four cigars going simultaneously. Lily smiled at them. “I even got Juliet to have one, Marie. The offer’s still open.”
“No thanks, Lily,” Marie smiled. “I have a hard enough time with Colin and cigarettes. I don’t think he’d survive seeing me with a cigar.”
“I’m lucky that way. After all, it’s Carl’s fault,” Lily laughed.
Marie smiled as she turned away. But you don’t know how hard a time Colin gives me. She sat down with Colin on the long seat. Lauren appeared in the doorway, and Marie waved her over. “Looks like we’re on the same schedule, Lauren.” Lauren smiled and sat with them on the other side of Colin. He’s gonna go ballistic. I’m gonna be sore tomorrow. Marie pulled her pack out of her purse.
“Oh!!! Virginia Slims 120’s! I smoke those, too, but in the menthol,” Lauren exclaimed, before opening her case and removing one. “Colin, if you please?” He lit her cigarette with slightly shaky hands, before turning to Marie. She gently grabbed Colin’s hands to steady them as she lit her own. “I didn’t notice that’s what you were smoking before.”
“Well,” Marie began, simultaneously inhaling her light-up drag, “I was having one of Margie’s cigarettes—I used to smoke them a few years ago.” She exhaled noisily. “It was for old time’s sake, but I do prefer these.”
Colin was in heaven, although he desperately tried to think of things to keep himself from becoming hard. Marie wouldn’t mind, but Lauren would freak out. But Marie’s french-inhale, and that sexily performed exhale, with the little bit of nostril smoke, and then Lauren, looking incredibly elegant, the Virginia Slim 120 held high, almost vertically, and the slow, but natural slight incline of the head and the long, long, narrow stream… “Are we bothering you with our smoke?” Lauren’s concerned question broke his rising excitement.
“No, that’s… not it, but I do have to go inside again,” he quickly explained, standing up. “If you ladies would excuse me…” Knowing Lauren, she’d be worried about making him uncomfortable and watch him more carefully. He regretted leaving the two sexiest smokers he’d ever sat next to, but he definitely didn’t want Lauren to study his reactions too much. She had no clue about his fetish, nor the fact that he’d been watching her (and jerked off more than a few times to fantasies of her) over the past five years. He gave Marie a peck on the cheek as he left, disappointed. Considering that he’d been well on his way to a serious erection, discretion was the better part of valor.
Colin had gotten into a computer-gaming discussion with a couple of his co-workers, so it was a while before he noticed that Marie hadn’t found him. He excused himself, and as he headed to the smoking room, he also noticed that the party had thinned. It was 12:30 already! He remembered that he had told Marie that they’d be out of there by 11, because he didn’t think he was going to be able to “be interesting much longer than that.” He stepped onto the patio, where only Margie, Carl, Lauren and Marie remained.
“Oh, hey, Colin!” Lauren called, giggling slightly. “Your girlfriend has been showing off her smoking skills.” She turned to Marie and giggled some more. “I’m gonna hold you to that offer to teach me french-inhales.”
Marie replied, “Sure. Any time, Lauren.” She put her pack of Virginia Slims 120’s in her purse. “You’ve got my cell number.” As she stood, she looked at Carl, who nodded. Colin was confused. “Let’s go home now,” she cooed at Colin and linked her arm with his. “Goodnight Lauren, it was great to meet you.”
“Me too, Marie. I’ll give you a call some evening so we can have a girls’ night,” Lauren said, rising unsteadily. She made it over to Colin and gave him a hug, along with a Virginia Slim Menthol-scented smooch on the cheek. “You treat her nice, you hear? Or I’ll give you so much grief at work… I like her. You did good,” she semi-whispered. He blushed. “See? I told you he’s a cute blusher,” Lauren triumphantly smiled at Marie as she pulled back. Colin and Marie left the patio after saying final goodnights to everybody, and Marie lingered with Lily inside for a couple of minutes before they left.
When they got back to the car, Colin asked, “What did I miss out on the patio, with you and Carl?”
“Oh, I just wanted to make sure that Lauren was taken care of. She got a little drunk,” Marie lightly replied. “I didn’t want anything to happen to her.” Especially not somebody who made my hot chick alarm go off like she did. Been awhile since that’s happened. “So, did you enjoy yourself?” she asked rhetorically, and continued without waiting for an answer, “And you only almost lost it once. That was good thinking of you to head back inside. I’m pleased. You’re not as anti-social as I thought. We should do this more.”
“Thank you, Marie. I don’t know how I would have done without you,” he gently said.
Better remind him of the true nature of this relationship. “That was the deal, Colin. It was my pleasure,” she brightly said. “But I know you’ve got something else on your mind after spending time around Margie, Lauren, Lily and me. The answer’s yes. No tease, unless you really want one.”
“Well, maybe a little bit of one,” he slyly replied. The Beamer picked up speed.
Marie took a long draw on her Virginia Slim 120, imitating Lauren’s smoking style almost perfectly as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom in a negligée. Colin gasped, stroking himself as he lay on the bed. “I can understand how you’d think she was hot. That’s the babe you wrote about ion the forums, right?” He nodded, watching her take another long draw, wait… and slowly lift her chin slightly, before easing her chest forward, propelling the smoke in a long, narrow trail across the room. Marie put the cigarette out, drawing a surprised, disappointed peep from him. At least until she sashayed over to the bed and climbed onto it. “Don’t waste that erection on your hand,” she throatily whispered, lifting her negligee and straddling him. “Besides,” she sighed as she sank onto him, “you said you wanted a little bit of a tease. I thought that maybe the night was stimulating—ohhhhh—enough.” Marie began to move her hips with a little more urgency.
Colin gasped beneath her, marveling at her enthusiasm. She was a lot more slick inside, and he started hearing squishy noises along with Marie’s moaning. The squishing got louder as did her moaning, which turned into high-pitched grunts as she drove her hips downward with increasing force. He’d never been fucked with this intensity, and Marie suddenly stopped bouncing, and started to vibrate around his dick. Her face was turning very red, eyes closed in a complex expression.
Images of Lauren were playing in Marie’s mind, and the fantasy of getting with her was driving her sexual frenzy as much as Colin’s cock. It wasn’t cheating. It was an… incredible… orgasm!!!! Reality twisted around her and she saw stars behind her closed eyes, unaware of Colin, or the fact that she was bent over backwards as her muscles locked in rapture. The spasm ended abruptly and she snapped forward, suddenly aware of Colin’s face a few inches away from hers. She frantically poured her tongue into his mouth, and felt him begin to thrust at her.
“Oh… god… Marie,” he repeatedly babbled into her ear as he picked up speed, panting and sweating with the exertion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to keep herself as still as possible, the sizzle between her legs, right at the top of her pussy, indescribably pleasurable with each movement of his cock inside her. He wrapped his arms around her back, helping to keep her in place.
“Mmmfff!!!! FUCKME!!!!” she hissed into his ear, unable to control her volume, or much else for that matter, save for the rhythm of her fucking. Each time Colin would thrust up, she would snap her hips down and they would meet with a loud smack. Marie felt herself tighten inside and she closed her eyes again. She saw Lauren for a few seconds, the thick blonde hair, the beautiful face, the… elegance of her smoking… “GGGGNNNNNAUUGGGHHHHHH!” The scream of release started a split second before her orgasm, which was accompanied by her own ejaculation.
“AHHHHHNNNNN!!!” Colin’s answering orgasmic cry joined with Marie’s second wail of ecstasy, as she came and came and came and came… She finally fell off of him onto the bed with a thump. She opened her eyes, and the stars she was looking at began to blink and fade very quickly, one by one, until there was… darkness.
His body was rocking from side to side and it wouldn’t stop… “Colin… Colin… wake up…” was all he could hear, and his eyes reluctantly opened to a blurry vision of Marie. She was sitting up, leaning over him. He worked himself to some semblance of consciousness. “Oh, good, you’re awake.” His body still tingled from the incredible sex. He focused on the alarm clock. Almost four a.m. The click of a lighter got his attention. Marie’s french-inhale and silent, thick exhale were backlit by a nearby light from the street. “I just needed a little nap,” she purred. She turned to face him and took another drag. The smoke flowed across his lap as she exhaled noisily, and then her face was buried in his groin. He gasped, and saw her smile as she took another drag. His cock vanished in a haze of Virginia Slim 120 smoke. He was wide-awake now.