Colin watched his—“girlfriend”—standing with a group of people with bars and beads and—stuff hanging from their bodies. People like that made him uncomfortable, and there were more of them at this crazy party than the kind of people he’d usually hang out with. But Marie looked so awesome every time she would bring the cigarette holder to her mouth that he couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized. He hadn’t seen anybody else smoking sexily at the party. Not a single 120. Not that lots of the women weren’t otherwise attractive, but… for him, there was only Marie.
Watching her interact with the people at the party made him wonder about her again. How did she come to be so—conventional? The more she traveled around the party, the more comfortable she seemed. He was getting the idea that this was the real Marie, cigarette holder, cigarette case and all. The only thing missing was the obvious tattoos, and that—what was it called?—body jewelry. “Hi.” A female voice interrupted his musing. “Do you have a light?” He turned to see a young woman, wearing her red-streaked black hair straight, falling below her shoulders. She had a diamond stud in her nose. He nodded dumbly, his voice more caught by the sight of her legs in fishnet stockings than anything else. Her face was distinctive, a mixture of ethnic features, and he couldn’t tell much about her body other than the fact that the sleeveless top she was wearing allowed him to see all of the long dragon tattoo down her arm.
Colin temporarily forgot about his date when the girl reached into the top of her fishnets and removed a new pack of Black and Mild cigars. She unwrapped the pack and the cigar she pulled from it, and then waited expectantly for Colin’s light. The girl puffed a couple of times, making sure it was lit, and then took a serious drag on it. He could see her chest rise, indicating a deep inhale, and thick smoke began to pour from her nose and mouth as her chest fell. “Ahhh! Great. Thanks—?” She looked inquisitively at him.
“Uhhhh—Colin.”
“Well, Uhhh-Colin, my name’s Sharaya,” the girl said. He opened his mouth to correct her about his name, but then realized that she’d been joking with him. Marie had told him not to be so uptight and literal about everything, but it wasn’t easy for him. Sharaya took another draw on the tipped cigar, and Colin saw that it was punctuated with a small, natural snap-inhale as she turned her head away from him before exhaling a very dense, backlit, long, long stream of gray smoke. His head began to swirl from the sight. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I know I kinda went off in your face after you gave me a light. Even if you do smoke, it’s kinda rude with a cigar.”
“Oh, I don’t smoke,” Colin blithely answered, willing himself to say soft as Sharaya stood in front of him, allowing him a profile view of an attractive (in spite of the body decoration) cigar smoker.
“Well Uhhh-Colin,” she began, pausing her sentence to drag on the cigar once again, “then why—” She started to exhale another thick stream of smoke for a couple of seconds. “—Do you…” As she resumed speaking, smoke came in bursts from her nose and mouth. “—Carry…” Sharaya swallowed again, then lifted her chin and finished exhaling the last of the cigar smoke with an audible, extended, “fffffffffff.” She looked at him again. “A lighter? Chivalrous? Being smoker-friendly? Trying to pick up chicks?”
“None of the above,” Colin triumphantly said. “For my girlfriend.” Sharaya made a show of looking around. “She’s not here,” he chuckled, “she’s over—” Marie had disappeared from the group that had been nearby; indeed that whole group had vanished. “Well, she’s not over there. I don’t see her.” As Sharaya gave him a funny look, he shrugged and said, “Maybe you’ve seen her. She’s kind of hard to miss. Long black cigarette holder, brown cigarettes, kinda my height?”
She nodded enthusiastically, her face lit with recognition while dragging on the cigar again. Sharaya tossed her head back, and the revolving light allowed Colin to see the thick exhale straight up towards the warehouse ceiling. He was so taken that he barely noticed the barbed wire tattoo around her neck. “The zaftig babe? Red dress, black hair, right?” Colin nodded. “Yah, she’s hot. No wonder you didn’t mind the cigar smoke. Way to go, Uhhh-Colin. I might even start calling you just plain Colin,” she smiled.
Marie had followed a group of people that Mike knew to another section of the party, this one much closer to the band. Mike was showing off his new tongue bar to a couple of impressed goth rocker chicks. Marie was content to lean against the wall and drink… whatever the hell it was. She’d come over here while Colin was talking to some Indian-lookin’ chick with great legs and a tipped cigar, so she figured he was being adequately entertained, and she could be “Miss Wild Goth Girl” for a little bit. She listened to them talk about the best places in town to get your body decorated. Maybe I could use another ear piercing.
A group of people left a nearby sofa, and her group sat, with Mike maneuvering himself next to her. She was flattered, but unless she was doing a roofie, there was no way he was going to get what he was working on. She tolerated his arm on the back of the sofa behind her, not touching her, but she was very aware that it was there. At some point he’s gonna go for it. She pulled out her case with the Virginia Slims Superslims in it, along with the five-inch long holder that Colin had made to fit superslim cigarettes. She had brought it to the party along with the long one so that she could “stay in character.” As soon as she lit it, the girl on the other side of Mike leaned across him and said, “That’s so cool! You’ve got different holders for different cigarettes!” Marie nodded, still working on the inhale, and tilted her head back to exhale through her nose before replying.
That started a conversation about cigarette accessories with the goth girls, the one girl leaning constantly in front of Mike. Mike didn’t seem all that happy about it, even if she was mashing her tits on his chest during her excited chattering. Marie tilted her head all the way back to exhale her final drag through her nose, and felt his arm. Shit. Didn’t mean to do that. Now he’s got the wrong idea. She had barely finished her exhale when his hand landed on her shoulder. She stiffened slightly, but otherwise didn’t react. After all, they were in a group, and they were just—talking. Mike started to talk about some local alternative band that the other people knew, and the conversation continued, with Mike not making any follow-up move. Eventually, she relaxed, and one of the girls poured something from a two-liter bottle into her empty cup.
“It was nice to meet you, Colin. I’m dry, though, so I gotta fix that. You need anything?” Sharaya asked.
“No thanks, I’m OK,” he replied, holding up his half-full beer. “See you around.” She waved at him, and Colin watched her rather fetching figure vanish into the crowd. Suddenly, he realized that he was alone in the middle of this rave. It was a little scary, because he didn’t belong here, Sharaya’s indulgence notwithstanding. He fought the rising tide of panic, and began to search for his girlfriend.
He didn’t get very far; there was a giant plasma screen set up in a nearby corner, surrounded by a couple of sofas and a table. As he got closer, he saw that there were two gaming chairs, and his favorite game was on the screen!!! The smoke was thick in the area, populated by a bunch of guys with cigars. “Pretty cool, huh?” one of the viewers said. Now this was something he could do.
“Yeah, I love this game. Got it at home.” Something blew up on the TV. “Wow. Nice shot,” he complimented the guy in the chair.
“Thanks, man. I almost never get past that level. It runs a little slower here than at home.”
“Wonder what a big plasma screen like that would do with a dual SLI?” Colin said, thinking aloud. Suddenly, the noise from the game stopped, and everybody turned to look at him.
“You’ve got a dual SLI?” a voice from the group asked in the hush.
Colin nodded, and just like that, he found himself the center of attention in a group of people whose physical appearance would have frightened him, scant hours sooner. The excited, hushed chattering, and the expressions of disbelief, envy, and interest told him that it was all good. He smiled and was on his way to making some—interesting—new friends, tattoos and pieces of metal hanging off them notwithstanding.
Marie had a pretty good buzz working; whatever the goth girls had been sharing with her certainly was getting her there. She hadn’t tied one on in years. She was relaxed enough to have forgotten about Mike’s arm around her; she had noticed when it slid off the top of the sofa, but he hadn’t tried to pull her to him, and she could live with that. Besides, their group had grown, and she had a seat. It had gotten louder, and she had even gotten used to Mike’s constant leaning to her ear when he wanted to say something to her. But then, so did the girl next to her, who had tried one of Marie’s Virginia Circles in the long holder. If I gave her a few lessons, she could be knocking them out on the street, Marie had thought. The pleasant buzz was creeping south. I’ll be ready for Colin tonight.
Marie had been quietly learning about the local alternative scene. She really did miss it. At twenty-eight, she hadn’t yet given up on that part of her life, and if tonight was any indication, she still fit in. You could do this a lot more, Marie, if you weren’t such a predatory, materialistic bitch. But then again, that had its own rewards. She did a quick scan for Colin, whom she had not seen for a couple of hours at least. Maybe she’d underestimated him. Or maybe I’ve got him down pat and I’m gonna need to find a different ride home… eventually. She leaned forward to pick up her purse, and when she sat up, Mike was leaning to her again. This time, his tongue and its bar were dancing lightly along her neck, and then he nipped her with his teeth, gently.
By some misfortune, Mike had found one of her erogenous zones, and the buzz was now squarely located between her legs. Mike leaned forward again, but Marie stood up very quickly and firmly told him, “Mike, I told you. I’m here with Colin. Besides, we work together, and it’s not a very good idea.” She wasn’t that drunk. Maybe ten years ago she would have been, but not now. He tried to stand up to protest his innocence, but she easily pushed him back onto the sofa, trying not to convey any malice and make a scene. “No. Not tonight, not ever,” she said, leaning forward, softening the blow with a quiet, half-sincere, “I’m sorry.” His surprised expression begged for a consolation kiss on the forehead, but she chose to ignore it. She said her goodbyes to the assembled group, thanking them for their information on the local scene, and promised to see them at some other place and time. The girls who had gotten her buzzed brightly said goodbye, seemingly unaware of the incident that was causing her to leave.
Marie wobbled a little as she turned and casually walked off, but made sure that she was far enough away before taking a deep breath to collect herself. “You OK?” a guy in a tuxedo top and… underwear asked. She nodded. “Well, we’ve got places to chill, and there’s water where the beer is if you need it,” he said.
“Thanks,” she replied. “And you are—?”
“Hank Peters, photographer extraordinaire, and one of your hosts. We want folks to have fun, but I can’t afford to have any dead bodies in here come Monday,” he smiled in return. “Aren’t you the chick with the long cigarette holder?” She nodded, smiling, and he pulled a card from his jacket pocket. “Love the attitude. I’d like to do a shoot with you sometime. Free. All you have to do is to call me, we’ll set up a time, and you bring the holder. But I’m going to try to sell a few of the shots, so you’ll have to sign a waiver.”
She appreciated his candor, and felt flattered that he considered her model material. “I need some shots with my boyfriend,” Marie began. “Maybe we can trade? And I’ve got more than one cigarette holder. Maybe some different color cigarettes and a couple of outfits…”
“Oh I like the way you think—” Marie gave him her name. “—Marie. We can do business.” They were interrupted by a chubby, younger woman with long red hair, elegantly dressed in a black evening gown. Without preface, she wrapped her arms around Hank and gave him a hot, wet kiss. The buzz down below regained Marie’s attention as she watched them. “Marie, meet my wife, Ramona,” Hank smiled, after they broke apart, slightly out-of-breath, with a bit of a blush. “Marie’s the one with the long cigarette holder,” he explained to his wife.
“That’s so neat! I wish I had one,” Ramona enthusiastically said.
“Well, Hank,” Marie grinned, “get on the ball.”
Ramona pulled a Capri 120 menthol from its pack. “He’s tried, but these just fall out,” she smiled. “I’ve wanted to have a cigarette holder for this party ever since we met at his first one.”
Marie smiled back and reached into her purse. “My boyfriend knows how to make them so they fit,” she brightly said, pulling out the Superslim holder. “Try this.”
Ramona excitedly twisted the Capri into the holder, and Marie provided a light. “Now I look like the hostess of the Mad Ball,” she smiled broadly after a lengthy exhale. She definitely knows how to handle one. I wonder if Hank’s got the fetish? “Do you think your boyfriend would make one for me?”
“Tell you what, Ramona,” Marie started, “as long as I haven’t lost my modeling job, you can keep that one.” She looked at Hank.
He grinned as Ramona told him that Marie would make an awesome model. “It’s an attitude thing, Hank. She’s got it, and it needs to be on film. I’ll bet you get at least one gallery shot for each session,” she replied, giving him another, shorter, kiss. Ramona turned back to Marie, taking a long drag from the holder, french-inhaling as she pulled it from her mouth. She tilted her head back and let a billowing exhale go. “I’ll have to thank your boyfriend for the gift. What’s his name, and what’s he look like?”
“Colin,” Marie said, “and he looks like the guy I’d be least likely to date.” She paused. “There’s only one here, and he started out wearing business casual.” Ramona nodded, gave her husband a final kiss and headed off, ostensibly in search of Colin. “Now, Hank, about those places to chill; I think I could use a little down time.” Hank told her about the offices on the first and second floor; some had sofas, others futons, for “people who had too good a time, too fast. Or who want some—privacy.” He asked her again if she was OK, and Marie honestly replied, “Yes.” Satisfied that she wasn’t in any danger, he said that would be looking forward to her call, and resumed his circulation through his party.
After having a bottle of water and using a restroom, Marie did indeed feel much better. She also picked up another cup of punch from one of the goth girls. The buzz had faded a little—everywhere, and it was time to rev it back up. She headed for the dance floor to check out the band for the first time. It was a blues band, just another eclectic piece to Hank and Ramona’s party. Marie put a Virginia Circle into her remaining holder and lit it, standing on the fringe. The infectious beat soon had her swaying, along with most of the people in the vicinity. She took a drag, envisioning herself as a 1920’s flapper in some speakeasy, and striking the appropriate pose.
The bass player noticed. He twitched. I’ve got a live one. The goth punch was working again, leaving her feeling—flirty. Eyes sparkling, she took another posed drag while moving to the music, keeping her eyes on him. She was getting warm again, especially with the bass player looking directly at her. She danced closer to the stage, feeling extremely flirty now.
She spotted the chick Colin had been talking to on the other side of the dance floor, taking a drag from a tipped cigar. Marie could see her inhale even from across the floor. She was dark-skinned, with delicious-looking fishnet-covered legs, and a really interesting arm-length tattoo. Total babe. The woman took another drag from the cigar, and exhaled a very thick, very long trail. Make that, total babe with big style. Wonder if she’s into girls? Marie took another draw from her holder, no longer caring about the bass player. This was her night to be the “old Marie,” and indulge her wild side.
The girl spotted her, smiled, and headed towards her, weaving through the people on the dance floor. “Hi. I was hoping I’d get to meet you,” she said. “I’m Sharaya.”
“Great dragon, Sharaya,” Marie honestly replied. “Marie.”
“Love the holder and the vamp thing you got working. It’s hot,” Sharaya boldly declared, and Marie took another swig of the punch, feeling the buzz reverberate down low again. She sounds like she’s into girls. “Met your boyfriend earlier, but he lost track of you. Seemed a little out-of-place.”
“Colin?” Sharaya nodded, and took another drag from her black-and-mild, judging by the scent. Smoked a few of those in my day. Paid well, too. Marie dragged on her holder, and without thinking about it, performed the slow french-inhale she usually reserved for Colin before lifting her head and exhaling a slow stream through her lips. “Yeah… he’s only here because of me. Your tat probably scared the poor boy.”
“Figured as much,” Sharaya replied. “He hid it well. How long have you two been together?”
“A few months. Met when I moved here for work. I thought he was cute, but needed somebody to loosen his tie a bit,” Marie said.
“And you were just the girl for the job, right?” Sharaya smiled. She looked at the absence of body art or jewelry. “Gone corporate?”
Marie nodded, “And I’m a wimp when it comes to tats. Hate getting ’em done, but I got three baby ones.” The band kicked off a new song, and two guys interrupted their conversation by asking for a dance. Sharaya shrugged, so Marie took a final drag and agreed. Don’t want to seem too eager.
“See you guys around. Great playing,” Colin said as he got up from the gaming chair. “I gotta set up my computer room with a plasma screen. This was—dope?” All the guys laughed, and he got high fives for his sincere attempt at being cool. “Gotta get some more beer, and take a leak, though. I got numbers—be in touch,” he said as he turned to leave in search of the nearest bathroom. He was having fun—even without Marie, and was surprised at his lack of panic and self-doubt. Of course, the beer didn’t hurt.
Marie and Sharaya waved goodbye to their most recent set of dance partners, who had only danced long enough to figure out that neither girl was available, or drunk enough to forget about not being available. The two women moved to the side of the stage, where Mike and the goth girls had appeared sometime during the last few dances. One girl looked a little glum but she waved and filled Marie’s cup from the bottle again; Mike was busy exploring the other’s throat with his tongue. Marie gave Sharaya the cup, and the other girl took a healthy drink. “Oooohhh! That’s good,” she said. “I needed a drink, and the water’s too far away.” Sharaya took out a Black and Mild after handing the cup back to Marie. She lit it and looked inquisitively at Marie, still holding the lighter.
Marie made a show of putting a Virginia Circle into the holder while Sharaya patiently waited, her cigar smoldering between her teeth, and when Marie was ready, she extended the light. Marie took a big draw and did a combination snap-french inhale, smiling at Sharaya, who was dragging deeply on the Black and Mild. After a small, natural snap-inhale, smoke began to pour from her nose; she tossed her head, causing the light to sparkle off the diamond stud in her nose, and exhaled a very thick stream of cigar smoke towards the rafters. The two women spoke with the goth girl, trying to console her. Finally, Marie pointed out one of the guys they’d been dancing with earlier. “Go ask him to dance,” Marie encouraged.
The girl pouted skeptically, but took the advice. Halfway through the next song, she was enthusiastically kissing her suggested dance partner in the middle of the floor. “Nice hookup,” Sharaya observed. “You can pretty much tell when it’s time for Mr. Right Now.” Marie nodded, and took another drag from the Virginia Circle, holding the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling leisurely. “Wanna dance some more?” Sharaya asked. Marie enthusiastically agreed, and the two of them swayed onto the dance floor.
The band was playing something softer and slower, and Sharaya’s hips undulated to the beat, Marie matching her rhythm. Sharaya dragged on her cigar, leaned her head back and exhaled straight up, thrusting her breasts at Marie as she did so. Marie drew on the holder, her slow french-inhale illuminated by the slowly revolving spotlight. She also tilted her head back to exhale straight up. They looked at each other. “Wanna play with the holder?” Marie throatily asked, extending it to Sharaya, double entendre fully intended.
“Trade,” Sharaya said, handing the cigar to Marie in exchange. Marie drew on it, the almost-forgotten tang of a Black and Mild filling her mouth. After a very thick, very creamy french-inhale, she turned her head to the side and exhaled deliberately, before gazing into Sharaya’s eyes.
Sharaya’s feet were stationary, but she was still swaying as she took a drag on the holder, held provocatively between her index and middle fingers. The smoke flowed around her, spilling from her mouth to the left and right as her upper body followed her hips. She returned Marie’s gaze as she resumed her seductive dance. Marie drew on the cigar again, breasts rising, inhaling deeply, before exhaling at the roof. Her dance steps had begun to move her backwards, away from the stage. Sharaya watched, bemused, then took another drag from the holder. Her eyes were still locked on Marie throughout, and she danced back into proximity. Now off the dance floor, the two women continued their slow dance in close quarters. “Here,” she husked, handing the holder back to Marie and receiving the cigar in return. “You’ve got that sexy, elegant, zaftig, expensive escort vibe going way better than I ever could. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
Marie took a last drag on the holder, posing for Sharaya as if she were Colin, the slow french inhale prominently on display. She paused for a moment, then leaned forward. Sharaya’s mouth opened, her eyes closed, and she inhaled Marie’s smoke, their lips gently touching.
Colin stopped as he came out of the bathroom. There was a woman in a black evening dress speaking to a couple of people a few feet away. Even in the dim light he recognized the Capri 120 and—cigarette holder!—between her fingers. He hardened, and forgot about going to the nearest keg for another beer. Being slightly buzzed, he approached without his usual caution. “Hi!” he said, a little more enthusiastically than he wanted.
She spun to face him, holder and Capri held at her cheek, limp wrist, bent elbow and all. She regarded him questioningly. “Hi,” she replied with a modicum of caution. Suddenly, her face showed recognition. “You must be Colin,” she smiled, and extended her hand. He took it, confused as to why she would know him. His confusion grew when she pulled herself to his cheek and gave him a big smooch. “Thank you,” she smiled.
“For what?” He was a little stunned, and a lot more horny now.
“For the cigarette holder. Your girlfriend gave it to me, earlier,” the woman replied. Seeing his confusion, she smiled. “I’m the hostess of this little get-together. My name is Ramona, and I’m so happy that I got to meet you. Marie said that you could make her another one,” she elucidated, “and that my outfit was just dying for this fashion accessory.” Ramona took a drag and struck a flirtatious pose as she exhaled, causing Colin’s knees to wobble. Whoa, that’s sexy!
Warming to the subject, Colin smiled, “Sure. I can make her another one. I can even make you a long one like hers.”
“Really?!?” Ramona squealed. She launched herself at him and gave him a big hug and kiss. “Marie’s got my hubby’s card! I’ll even send you a photo of me with it if you do!”
“It would be my pleasure,” Colin gallantly said, definitely aroused now. Jack-off material… wait. I can’t do that. I don’t need to do that. I’ve got Marie. Speaking of whom… “Did you say that you saw her?”
“Yes, over by the dance floor. About an hour ago.”
“Thank you, Ramona,” he said. “It was nice to meet you.” Before he could turn to leave, Ramona pulled him close for another thank you smooch. The scent of her perfume, mixed with smoke from the Capri made him shiver a little. Damn, I’m really horny now. She let him go with a cheery wave. He headed for the stage area. I gotta find Marie.
Sharaya and Marie had found a couch, and were kissing enthusiastically now. The band had played their final song, but the party was still in full swing. “I wish there was somewhere private we could go for a little while,” Marie wistfully said, giving Sharaya a peck on the lips. “I have to go home with Colin, unless he’s already left. We live together.”
“Oh, that’s right, it’s your first Mad Ball,” Sharaya answered. She stood up and stretched, then held out her hand. “C’mon. I know where we can go. I’d love to see your tats.” Marie took her hand, and followed her mutely to the perimeter of the warehouse. Sharaya paused by a door. “Chill-out room. They lock.” She gently tried the door. “Occupied,” she said. She spun into Marie’s arms and kissed her again. “Try again.” Sharaya led Marie towards the next possibility. “Locked again. There’s one more on that wall over there, and a couple on the other side, and then we’ll have to try the second floor,” Sharaya said.
Marie tugged on her hand and quickly pulled Sharaya to her, kissing her hungrily. “We may not have all night, and I want you,” she throatily growled. Marie ran her hand between the fishnets for emphasis.
“Fuck it,” Sharaya gasped as she shuddered. “Let’s head upstairs. Drunks can’t make it up the steps.” They quickly made their way towards the nearest set of steps. Suddenly, Sharaya stopped cold. “Oh, fuck.” Marie followed her gaze. Colin. Judging by his pace, he hadn’t seen them yet, but he was headed directly for them. “Guess it’s not gonna happen.”
“Yes, it is.” Marie declared. “Do boys?”
“Sometimes. Especially if it means getting between your legs.”
“He’s good, Sharaya. I trained him myself,” Marie said. “I want you, too. And he won’t lay a hand or anything else if you don’t want it to happen. I can promise.”
“Ooooohhhhh, a domme…” Sharaya breathed. Marie could see the increased lust in her eyes, and so did not bother to correct her. I know how to play that game, too. “I wanna play with you… and anybody else you bring to the party,” Sharaya purred, setting off another round of heated kissing and body caresses. “Oh, fuck!” Sharaya squeaked, gasping, “Nipple ring,” in explanation. Marie ran her finger over Sharaya’s left breast a few times, smiling devilishly. Sharaya’s eyes began to flutter, and her legs quivered.
This is gonna blow Colin’s mind. Marie put her arm around Sharaya’s waist, and they leaned on each other. “Colin!” she called as soon as he recognized her. The smile of relief on his face made her feel good.
“Hi Marie,” he smiled and leaned to her for a kiss. Marie just let him have a peck on the lips. “I see you found her.”
“Yes, I did,” Sharaya purred in response. “She’s so hot.”
“There’s something upstairs you gotta see,” Marie immediately said before Colin had time to figure out what that meant. She could see that he wanted to leave now, but she insisted, and went up the steps in tandem with Sharaya, Colin following. She could feel Sharaya’s hips move with exaggeration, and her ass cheeks would be dancing in his face during the trip. Good girl. Smoke’s not the only thing that gets him going.
The door to the first room they came to was wide open. Marie and Sharaya stood to the side, and Marie said, “It’s in there. I think you’ll really like it.” Sharaya locked the door behind them and drew the curtains overlooking the party. Colin turned around, obviously puzzled by the fact that the only items in the room were a couple of futon mattresses. He didn’t hear Marie open her purse, but he saw her remove the holder, and her cigarette case, and his eyes got real big. They absolutely bulged when Sharaya casually removed her top. “Told you you’d really like it,” she cooed. “Remember when we—discussed this?”
Colin nodded quickly. He remembered, but he had thought that Marie was only kidding him at the time. He ogled Sharaya’s breasts. “No doubt you’re wondering about that,” Marie said, indicating Sharaya’s nipple ring and her pierced navel. Marie paused to light the cigarette in the holder, taking a deep draw and turning away from Sharaya for the simple exhale. She gave him a devilish look, and leaned to the exposed breast, then licked it very carefully. Two gasps reverberated through the bare room. “Now, Colin,” Marie said, taking a long drag, and carefully french-inhaling, ignoring the starry-eyed Sharaya for the moment, “I want you to do it. Sharaya wants you to do it. Just don’t pull it with your teeth. Treat it like you treat mine.”
“Don’t be shy, Colin,” Sharaya purred. “Marie told me that you were.” Marie handed the holder to her, and she dragged easily, looking sexy. “Does this help?” The long black holder was sleek, slender, very… sexual. Just like her. Does every woman know how to pose like that? Did Marie tell her what that does to me? He was very uncomfortable in his pants. She raised her breast and exhaled smoke over it. Just like a video… “C’mon… it won’t bite… but you can.” Sharaya took a carefree drag on the holder, exhaling casually without shape or form, and it didn’t matter.
Sharaya gasped as Colin’s mouth met her nipple. She wrapped her arm around his head, keeping it in place. “Colin,” he heard Marie say, “get undressed and lie down over there. We’re going to put on a show for you, and then you can… join in.” She paused as he lifted his head to look at her. “Don’t waste it.” After reclaiming the holder from Sharaya, and taking her usual careful drag, she gave Sharaya a wet kiss as she exhaled. Marie leaned to her ear as Sharaya exhaled the exchanged smoke and whispered, “How far do you want to go?”
Sharaya looked her dead in the eyes. “Anywhere you want to take me… mistress,” she whispered in return.
Marie grabbed her head and kissed her passionately, Colin’s show forgotten in the instant. “Undress me, baby!” Sharaya quickly undid Marie’s dress and popped her bra open before falling to the futon mattress. Colin became immaterial as the two women finally got their chance at each other’s bodies. Marie pushed her lover backwards and gently landed on top. They kissed hot, hungry, crazed with lust for each other, and Marie began to move her oral attentions down Sharaya’s body. Her tongue flailed at Sharaya’s near-perfect, dusky breasts, making her moan and arch her back. And then she moved lower, temporarily content to give pleasure without demanding any in return. Sharaya began to ripple; her body was moving in waves, the pitch of her voice rising and falling in sync with Marie’s efforts. Finally, Sharaya’s butt lifted off the futon and she came with a surprisingly deep, throaty, and very long, drawn-out moan, as her body quivered.
Colin was simultaneously confused and awestruck. Marie made Sharaya come! Somehow, I don’t think that this is her first time doing this sort of thing. But she can’t be a lesbian… He had been so engrossed by the sights and sounds in front of him that his own aching erection had gone untouched. Marie and Sharaya were cuddling and kissing, cooing and whispering to each other. He sort of felt like an intruder to something that should have been very… private. His brewing thoughts were interrupted by Sharaya’s loud giggle. “What?” he nervously squeaked.
“Sharaya just asked me what she could do for me,” Marie replied. “I told her that she could help me teach you how to make love to a woman. No smoking involved.”
“Ummmm… Marie… I don’t know…” He was a little uneasy about Sharaya knowing about his fetish.
“Have I ever done you any real harm, Colin?”
He had to think about that. Yes, he’d been coerced into this—relationship. Yes, he’d bought her an expensive car and was paying for most of her bills. But he made plenty of money, and she had given him many new—experiences—in exchange. “No,” he finally admitted. His erection had waned, and he wasn’t sure how horny he was now. “I just don’t know if I can…”
Sharaya smiled at him, the expression on her face very similar to Marie’s just-been-fucked-VERY-well one. “C’mere, Colin. I want to do this. For Marie,” she softly said. Marie whispered in her ear. “And if you’re worried about getting it up… don’t.” Her body was delicious, the piercing and the tats notwithstanding. He was so afraid that he would fail at this.
“You don’t have to fuck me to make love to me, Colin,” Marie softly said. “Sharaya’s no different. This may be your only chance at a ménage-à-trois, Colin.”
“What the hell…” he finally said, feeling awkward as he settled on the mattress between the two women. Sharaya stopped him from speaking by giving him a torrid, torrid kiss, and his cock responded. She was slimmer than Marie, her body a near-perfect example of womanhood with tight curves where they should be. He felt a hand on his penis and it jumped. The scent of sex lay heavy on her body, and that was exciting, too.
“What do you know about her body, Colin?” Marie purred. “You can start there.” Colin remembered how Sharaya had reacted when he’d played with her nipple ring with his tongue, but Sharaya wouldn’t stop kissing him and he was getting hotter and hotter… Finally, he managed to break away and fastened his mouth on her nipple, bobbing the ring with his tongue. This was weird, but Sharaya gasped and wrapped her arms around him.
“It’s all in the way she breathes… the way her body moves, Colin. Listen to her, feel her, sense her,” Marie continued in a seductive whisper. “Explore her body… don’t be afraid.” He lightly ran his free hand up and down her belly, feeling the bump of the bar through her navel each time. Now Sharaya was whimpering and moving a little more. Colin kissed her and slid his hand between her legs, feeling the incredible moist heat without touching anything more than the hair around her pubic region. She raised her hips, urging him to touch her without words, all the while continuing her frenzied kissing.
Colin nipped at her neck; then nibbled gently on the region below her ear. “Mmmnnnnnhhhhhh….” Her sigh brought him back to reality. Was he having an out-of-body experience… where did he learn how to do that? Once again in control of his actions, he brought his palm into contact with her delta. Sharaya immediately started humping, repeatedly mashing her clit against it. “Ooooohhh… ohhhhhh…” Colin returned his mouth to her breast and she started thrusting energetically against his hand.
“Middle finger. Curl it and put it inside her. Now.”
Marie’s imperative became action, almost seamlessly, as Colin had lost his ability to think. He only knew the taste of Sharaya’s skin, the sounds of her excitement, both vocal and bodily, the heat and wetness of her sex and the frantic motions of her body. Sharaya’s vigorous pumping became more spasmodic, becoming forceful, short thrusts accompanied by loud, throaty, gulped gasps. “Gi-huh!!! Gi-huh!!!”
Colin’s index finger found its way inside her. “UHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The herald of Sharaya’s orgasm wasn’t a scream or extended moan. It was a grunt going off right next to his ear as she threw her head back. The slurping noise coming from between her legs got extremely loud and Colin felt her internal convulsion. This was amazing!
“Fuck her, Colin, NOW,” Marie spat. To his amazement, he was very, very hard. When did that happen? He pushed Sharaya down and moved between her legs. He looked up to see Marie masturbating in front of him, legs spread. Their eyes met, and Marie gave him a wicked smile before her eyes closed in her own pleasure. Colin positioned his cock without any fumbling, and entered Sharaya with a single, strong, purposeful thrust.
“Ohhhhhh… SHIT!” Sharaya bucked against him as her inner walls clamped around his cock. Her hips began to churn energetically and he drove himself at her with loud grunts of his own, until she froze and began to vibrate, her back arched, mouth open, with no sound coming out. “GUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” She collapsed and Colin resumed his frenzied pumping. Sharaya’s eyes were going every which way, and then her dark eyes focused on him. “Ohhh… Colllliiiiiiiinnnnnn,” she purred.
He felt his eyes bulge, and then everything was an intense white. His orgasmic shrieks echoed in the hard room with each blissful stab at Sharaya. He knew that someone was kissing him but he couldn’t see but then he heard another orgasmic moan… and another grunt and… Suddenly, he was laying on top of Sharaya panting, groaning as his orgasm continued, and she was kissing him and kissing Marie, and Marie was kissing him and he was kissing Sharaya and Marie, in a frantic three-way exchange to punctuate the explosion of lust that had just occurred. With one final huff, he rolled off Sharaya, landing between the two women. He was soaked with sweat.
No one spoke for a few minutes, until Sharaya said, “I can’t feel my legs…” Marie’s throaty, soft chuckle was the only answering sound. “Are you even alive, Colin?”
“Colin’s not here right now,” he managed. “He’s died and gone to heaven.” That got both women to giggle.
Marie was the first to move, standing up. “I’m going to get some water,” she declared, slipping back into her dress. “I’ll be right back.” She took a wobbly step before righting herself. “Eventually. As soon as I re-learn how to walk. Somebody let me back in, please.” She backed out of the door, taking care to lock it.
“Wow… Colin. You can call me any time,” Sharaya said. “And you were worried?” She sat up, clearly comfortable with being naked.
“Ummmm… Yeah… A little,” he quietly said. Colin sat up and looked into her eyes. “No. A lot,” he admitted with a sigh. “Before I met Marie, I wouldn’t have even come close to a woman like you. I’d have been too scared.”
“Piecing and tats squick you?”
Colin didn’t know what “squick” meant, but he knew that wasn’t it. “No. Women in general. Didn’t think I was… good enough. Or big enough.” Sharaya grabbed his face and kissed him. “You are—on both counts. Don’t think it’s just Marie faking orgasms for you. I can’t imagine what you’re like when it’s just you and her playing whatever games you play. If any woman tries to tell you any different, tell her to go fuck herself, ’cause that’s the only thing better out there.” Colin felt a swell of ego, and kissed her back, hot and wet. “Ohhh… mannnn… you’re gettin’ me hot again—and that’s not a complaint. But we’d better wait for Marie. I don’t want to piss her off.”
The knock on the door came a few minutes later. Colin let Marie in, being careful to stay hidden by the door, as he had not bothered to dress. Marie dropped the bottles of water she was carrying onto the nearest futon. “Oh, good. You’re not dressed yet.” After they’d killed a few of the bottles, Marie said, “I need a smoke.” Sharaya immediately echoed the sentiment. Colin moved towards them to provide lights, but Marie said, “No. Stay right there.” He flopped back onto his futon.
Marie assembled her smoke efficiently while Sharaya retrieved her pack of Black and Milds. “Last one,” Sharaya said. “Wasn’t planning on meeting such interesting people.”
“Well, I have more of mine,” Marie answered. “I’ll share. But then, you already know I’m not selfish.” Colin blushed and Sharaya laughed. Sharaya lit Marie’s holdered cigarette, then her cigar. Marie took an extended drag, and then leaned back, lifting her chin for the equally extended, silent exhale. She gave Colin a knowing look.
“Damn, girl. Do you have any idea how sexy you make that?” Sharaya said, slightly awed, before drawing on her cigar. She swallowed, and resumed, “It’s like a piece of performance art,” then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke with a soft whoosh.
“Yes, I do know,” Marie smiled. “And Colin really likes it when I—perform.” She knew he was blushing. “It gets him going almost as much as you do.” She dragged again to still any protest Colin might have made, french-inhaling carefully before easing her chest forward, producing a long trail, again without any noise. “But then, you should know that, too.” Sharaya stopped in mid-drag with a surprised expression on her face and exhaled quickly, loudly. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t had guys look at you like a deer in headlights when you light up a Black and Mild. There are those that go bananas over women who smoke cigars, especially if they inhale,” Marie smiled.
“No!!! I didn’t know that!!!” Sharaya exclaimed.
“Look for ‘smoking fetish’ on the internet some time,” Marie smiled, giving Colin an incendiary look. She brought the holder to her mouth in an extended arc to emphasize its length, and french-inhaled with the stem still in her mouth. She leisurely tilted her head and slowly exhaled through her nose.
“I still couldn’t do it as well as you do,” Sharaya slowly said, spellbound.
“All it takes is some practice. You’ve already got a natural snap-inhale. I can show you the tricks,” Marie casually offered. “And you’ll be knocking ’em dead with the cigars.” Sharaya asked what a snap-inhale was, and Marie proceeded to demonstrate, very deliberately, and looked at Colin afterwards. Her smoking was having its usual effect. “See?” she pointed out to Sharaya.
Sharaya’s eyes got big as she saw Colin’s erection. “Can I?” Marie told her to walk over and take a couple of up close and personal drags for him. Sharaya drew on the tip cigar, opened her mouth, and recaptured the escaping ball of smoke. She tilted her head up and exhaled, her lips pursed carefully. Sharaya looked at Colin’s cock, which had twitched. He was almost completely erect, just from watching them smoke! Her pussy quivered. This was an—interesting—way of doing seduction. It had certainly worked on her. She inhaled her next drag, but knelt and exhaled in Colin’s lap. He moaned, untouched, becoming even harder.
Before she could take him into her mouth, Marie knelt next to her, and pulled her for a kiss, exhaling into her mouth. Sharaya began her exhale, eyes lidded, then stopped, and inhaled again, before expelling the rest of the smoke in a steady oral stream. Marie put the cigarette out while Sharaya took her last drag from the tipped cigar and kissed Marie, exhaling as she did. Marie exhaled the cigar smoke slowly through her nose, looking hungrily at Sharaya. Colin peeped, temporarily breaking the mood. “Is somebody feeling left out?” Marie teased. Colin nodded frantically. “S’cuse me, Sharaya,” Marie cooed, and kissed him hungrily, passionately, and reached for his cock, only to find Sharaya’s hand already there. “I need to lose this dress.”
Marie rubbed Colin’s erection to keep him hard and excited while Sharaya undid her dress. “Lie down, baby,” she gently told Sharaya. Marie maneuvered herself into a 69 position over Sharaya, and took a long lick between her legs. Sharaya loudly sucked air before eagerly returning the favor, with interest. “Ohhh… ohhh… Colin… Colin… Fuckme… Fuckme…” Marie whimpered. “I’m wet… I’m ready… fuckme…”
Colin was temporarily confused, but then figured it out and entered her from behind. He smoothly pumped at her, hands firmly holding her hips. Marie’s whimpers became moans of pleasure and Colin maintained his steady pace, allowing Sharaya to lick at the gooey mess they were making—at least until her tongue met his cock as it slid from Marie. His rhythm became erratic, but he forced himself to concentrate on Marie, whose back was turning red. He resumed his thrusts, feeling himself go deeper than ever before. Marie started making little hiccupping noises just before her body began to vibrate. As if on cue, Sharaya began to suck at Marie’s clit and Colin started to pound at her. “Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—UH!” It started as a low moan and ended in a loud squeak. Woman cum shot from Marie’s pussy and her body lost its coherence, going slack, and she collapsed, leaving Colin hard, covered in her essence, and in the open air.
But not for long. As Marie rolled to the side, her body still twitching in orgasm’s dance, Sharaya swung around and spread her legs. Colin pounced, but once inside of her, he moved much slower than before. Sharaya’s eyes were locked on his, urging him on silently, and when they started to roll around in her head, unfocused, Colin slowed his thrusts even more, feeling the strains of his impending ejaculation. Sharaya grabbed his ass and pulled—hard. He came, grunting loudly, while she ground against him and suddenly, it was her turn, too. “Awwwww… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggg,” she growled, softly, and her hips oscillated, vibrating her clit against Colin’s pubic ridge, prolonging their bliss.
The sun was rising as they left the warehouse, Sharaya again in her fishnets and panties, Colin and Marie looking a little tired and disheveled, but they were all smiling. Sharaya kissed Colin goodbye first, deep, wet, and long. But she saved her best kiss for Marie. The blush was still on Marie’s face when they got into the car. The drive home was strangely silent, Colin concentrating on staying awake, while Marie just seemed to be lost in her own world.
When they got home, it was almost seven a.m. Colin went to the kitchen to get some water before going to bed. I’m beat. He came back out to find the living room empty. Marie must have gone straight to bed. I bet she’s exhausted, too. Colin slowly tromped up the steps and walked into the bedroom. He was so tired that he failed to notice the smell of smoke coming from the bedroom until he got there and pushed the slightly-closed door open to enter.
Marie lay naked, reclined on the bed, a fresh Virginia Circle in the long black holder, held at arm’s length on the side between her thumb and first two fingers. She stroked herself once as Colin gaped. Looking at him with purpose, she brought the holder to her lips and drew. It seemed as if she drew for an eternity, as Colin stood, transfixed and disbelieving. I can’t. Not now. Marie exhaled, filling the sunbeams with dancing, swirling eddies from her lips. “I want you. Now. I’m not finished.” He gasped as she drew again, fully stretched out in the bed, her softly rounded body on complete display. As the smoke began to flow in a thick stream from her nostrils, the impossible happened. Colin’s cock began to grow. Once again, she made the holder’s trip to her mouth something to watch on its own, and drew hard, cheeks hollowing. “And now,” she began, as she returned the holder to its arm’s length position at her hips and paused. He could hear her inhale in the Sunday morning stillness. “You can see that you aren’t finished—” Marie lay with her head tilted back, the holder and her body in elegant pose as she sent another thick stream skyward into the light of day. “—Yet.”