Marie hung up the phone. “Sharaya says that we’re invited to a party three weeks from Friday that some friends of hers are having.” She felt a nice twinge down south.
Colin replied, “Oh, that’s nice of her,” without much enthusiasm. “Unfortunately, I’m going to be busy that night.” He was in the kitchen working on something fancy from his cooking class.
She walked into the kitchen laughing, “How do you know that? It’s almost a month from now.”
“Gonna be busy at work.”
“Well, how do you know that you won’t want a break from whatever it is? I’ve never seen you too busy to take a piece of the weekend off,” Marie countered.
“This is different,” he snapped.
Marie looked at him, and walked away without comment. He’d been weird ever since the party and the experience with Sharaya. He’d been civil, but there was no trace of the lust that had marked their relationship to this point. Frankly, she was horny again. She flopped onto the sofa and sighed, reaching for a cigarette. As she lit the Saratoga 120 and took her first drag, it occurred to her that there might be a reason that he had bought her a carton of those a few days ago. Colin did not particularly care for cork-filtered cigarettes; they did very little for him compared to other 120s, but she had originally thought that he was being nice by giving her a cigarette she used to smoke when she was young. He remembered things like that, and he knew about her and Saratogas from the dinner party at Carl and Lily’s.
She drew deeply on the Saratoga, exhaling noisily through her mouth in a straight stream. Since he wasn’t around to watch, there was no need to make a show of it. Suddenly, Marie realized that she’d been unable to turn him on since last Sunday morning, no matter how sexily she was smoking. She’d tried to start something last night, smoking a Saratoga in a holder, with nice, slow, french-inhales. It had failed to get even a twitch out of him, leaving her ready, and… disappointed. Over the last six years, when she wanted to be fucked, she had been able to make it happen, as long as the guy wasn’t completely drunk.
Knowing how passive-aggressive he was, she began to suspect that he was trying to make her un-sexy in his eyes, and succeeding. But why? Was he thinking of getting rid of her? Maybe he thinks Sharaya would be a real girlfriend. Marie knew better; Sharaya was definitely more into girls than boys. How can I get him to open up? There wasn’t a brown cigarette left in the house, nor any of the Virginia Slim Superslims. Since part of the deal was that she would smoke whatever he picked, she was stuck with something he had the willpower to resist. OK, so what can I use? On the heels of that thought came the frightening realization that she had been deprived of her primary weapon, which was the thing that allowed her the control she held over him. Without that… It suddenly became a bigger problem. If he figured out that he could live without her… She had to do something. This was a good gig she had going, and she wasn’t ready to give it up without a fight.
Marie put the Saratoga out, not even half-smoked, and strode into the kitchen. Colin ignored her, not even bothering to look as she opened the freezer. She found the two packs of Max cigarettes he’d bought a while ago, which had gone unopened, since she had always had something familiar to smoke. But this was an emergency—she hoped they were brown, and selected the menthol ones. She opened the pack and felt a little pang of disappointment. Not brown, but at least they didn’t have cork tips. “Colin,” she purred as calmly as she could under the circumstances, “do you have a light for me? I’m in the mood for a menthol cigarette and the only ones we have are the Max ones you bought for me.”
“I’m a little busy, Marie,” he testily said. “I’ve gotta keep stirring the sauce, or else it’s gonna clump.” He didn’t even bother to turn around and look. “And that’ll ruin dinner, not to mention the assignment.”
This was not good. Marie sighed, and left him to his “assignment.” Better start working on plan “B”.
The Maxes fit into one of Marie's holders quite nicely. She tested it, and it smoked well, which would allow her to use all of her smoking tricks. Now, she lay in the bed, ready to spring her carefully planned ambush. She was wearing her negligee, and had carefully arranged herself so that it didn’t cover one breast or her pussy. A long, slim, white cigarette was prepared in the holder, sitting on the nightstand. As soon as she heard him get close to the bedroom door, she would light it and give him her best “come hither…”. Colin was downstairs doing something, and unprepared for this. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist. The next morning, the holder and the cigarette were still on the nightstand, unsmoked. Marie had fallen asleep waiting for him, but there weren’t any signs that he’d even come to bed. He wasn’t in the apartment at six a.m.; he’d obviously gone to work very early. She called in to say that she would be late. What are they gonna do? George won’t let them fire me. She tried to check his computer before she left to see if he was jerking off to anything, but Colin had taken her earliest advice and had since secured it. Frustrated on all fronts, she returned to the bedroom, had the cigarette from the night before, and fingered herself to a quick orgasm while fantasizing about Sharaya. It helped a little, but she really wanted to be with someone else.
Marie left her office that Friday, walking briskly, humming happily. Mike had invited her to a party with his new girlfriend, one of the goth girls from the Mad Ball. She had declined because she thought that Colin would be ready and raring to go. She’d only gotten a fleeting glance of him since Wednesday night, and she’d managed to convince herself that it must be something at work. Her fears about losing her hold on him had faded, but she was definitely ready to regain the upper hand in their relationship. She was going to ask him to buy her some Mores when he got home, then she’d tease and fuck him into submission, and he would quiet the buzz between her own legs. Marie stopped at a catering-to-go company to pick up dinner; if all went according to plan, they wouldn’t be leaving the apartment all weekend.
At nine p.m., the catered dinner was half-gone and Colin still hadn’t come home yet. All she got when she called his cell phone was his voice mail, and the office only yielded Lauren’s yummy voice on a recording. She was going nuts in the apartment all by herself. Computer guys were weird like that. Although she hadn’t ever seen Colin do that obsessive, program-till-all-hours thing, she knew how easily he could be distracted by computer stuff, especially if sex wasn’t on his mind. Well, if he was tied up with work, she wasn’t. Friday night was a-wastin’, and there was a goth club she’d never been to. Colin probably wouldn’t be caught dead there. Well, Colin wasn’t around, and Marie needed to get her ya’s out. She went upstairs and changed into something more—appropriate. She put on her short black dress with the lacy fringe, added her black lipstick and the Clark Kent glasses. She checked herself carefully in the mirror, and then left. Her first stop was for a pack of Virginia Slims 120’s. If Colin wasn’t around to call the tune, she could dance however the fuck she wanted.
Marie showed her ID to a guy at the door she thought she recognized from the party, but he showed no recognition other than waving her through the door. One the one hand she was miffed at being carded, on the other, it made her feel good. She was probably older than three-quarters of the crowd. As soon as she got into the club, it was loud, it was smoky, and it was perfect. Time for a drink and a cigarette.
Two drinks and a lot of dancing later, Marie was savoring the chance to be completely herself, unencumbered by her agreement with Colin, or the path she’d chosen in life. The only problem was that the really hunky guy at the bar with the nose ring was off-limits. Marie regretted making the bargain now, especially since she was horny and her Colin toy wasn’t available, but she’d stick with it, because every time she had deviated from the bargain, something really bad had happened. Her frustrated reverie was broken by, “Hey, you wanna dance?”
Marie spun to see a good-looking guy looking hopefully at her. “Sure! Let me finish my drink first!” She really regretted making the no-sex-with-anybody-else deal now. This guy looked like he could be fun. She had a dance partner for the next hour, and then it was time for another drink. Jeremy, her dance partner was still hanging around, probably looking for an opening and Marie’s resolve was weakening. She wanted to be fucked, and Colin was looking like less of an option. Her thighs were tingling. Oh yeah, I’m ready. She pulled out a Virginia Slim 120; if he was a smoker, there was his invitation to get closer by providing a light.
Suddenly, a familiar voice said, “Do you need a light? I have one for you.” Jeremy hadn’t even had a chance to react. Marie turned with a smile and accepted the light, taking a long draw and french-inhaling slowly. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Sharaya smiled. “Where’s your boyfriend? More importantly, where’s the cigarette holder?”
“Hi, Sharaya. Colin’s been tied up at work. I haven’t really seen much of him this week,” Marie answered. “I think he’s real busy with work.” The solution to her horny problem was smiling at her, brown-skinned, lean, and deliciously sexy, with a tipped cigar between her fingers. The smoke wafting around her carried the characteristic scent of a Black and Mild. “As for the holder, this is not the place where I wanna do the zaftig femme fatale thing my first time here. Just being Miss Goth Girl tonight.” Marie took another slow, french-inhaled drag. “What brings you here?”
Sharaya drew on the cigar and tried to imitate Marie. She sneezed and giggled. Then she moved closer to put her arm around Marie’s waist. “Oh, I just got off my night job, and decided to stop by for a beer. I’m a waitress at the Indian place down the way and it was a good tip night. Can I buy you anything?” Her eyes hadn’t changed a bit since early last Sunday morning. Still full of promised delights.
“Not this round. By the way, this is Jeremy,” Marie replied, indicating her former dance partner. “Jeremy, Sharaya.” She knew her eyes were sparkling now, but not because of him. She felt a little bad for him; another time, another place, it could have been a done deal, but Sharaya had the advantage in that Marie could keep her promise to Colin. Besides, Sharaya was sexier than he was.
To his credit, Jeremy was very cool about the whole thing. He knew when he had lost his place in Marie’s bed. After some small talk to both women, he left, graciously saying, “Catch you later, Marie,” without a backwards glance.
“Colin know you’re on the prowl?” Sharaya asked, leaning against the bar.
God, she’s got a body. “Only boys are off-limits,” Marie huskily replied, without answering the question.
“Kewl.”
And it’s mine for tonight. “Where do you live?” Marie asked, her eyes predatorily narrowed.
“Gotta small place of my own about twenty minutes away, but I gotta get my car from the restaurant lot first.”
Marie crushed out her cigarette. “Need a ride?”
An hour later, Sharaya was kissing her way down Marie’s naked body. “You are the sexiest round girl I’ve ever seen. I got wet the first time I saw you at the party,” she whispered from Marie’s navel. “You were just like the ultimate babe, who worked everything she had way better than anyone else there.” She paused. “Even Ramona. The whole little-red-dress-cigarette-holder-thing got me—big time.” Her tongue flicked across Marie’s lower lips. “I even put up with Colin to get to you.”
“Ohhhh—I thought—ohhhhhhhhh—you were—” Marie gasped as Sharaya lapped at her. “You’d—ohhh shit that feels good—enjoyed it.” Sharaya stopped, grinning.
“I—did. But it didn’t start out that way. Boys—aren’t my preference, but I was trying to be the good little subbie, doing what you told me to do. Still, I gotta admit, he got me off pretty good. He didn’t pound at me as fast as he could go, which is my main bitch about fucking guys. I wouldna ever guessed that a geeky guy like that would be so good at fucking.”
“I taught the boy everything he knows,” Marie said. Suddenly, she yelped and jumped as Sharaya wobbled her clit with her tongue. “Do it again?”
“Colin or the clit?” Sharaya grinned.
“Yes.”
“Colin—by himself—would depend on my mood. He’s got a better chance than most because I know him, and I know that you trained him,” Sharaya answered. “But if you were around and you told me to… definitely.” Her answer to the second question was muffled, but obvious from Marie’s loud moan and the way her hips started to bob. Now was not the time for coherent conversation. Marie wrapped her hands in Sharaya’s hair and pulled at her head. This seemed to energize the brown-skinned beauty further, and Marie was in heaven, moaning and shaking with pleasure. Any time Sharaya would stop doing what felt the best, Marie would roughly pull the girl’s head back to the right spot. Suddenly, her hands unclenched of their own volition, and her legs stopped working. Marie’s long, hoarse, loud intake of breath came out when Sharaya stuck two fingers in her and began to stroke her inside.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Marie’s hips shot up and locked, leaving her ass quivering in the air. Sharaya drew her clit into her mouth and sucked, very gently, tongue extended to rock it while she sucked. Marie’s body collapsed onto the bed with a loud thump, only to shoot back towards the ceiling, led by the hips, which began to thrust forcefully, fucking mightily at Sharaya’s fingers, accompanied by loud grunts. “URRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!” Marie’s body hit the bed and her muscles lost any semblance of tone for a few seconds, until Sharaya pounced, kissing her feverishly. The two women kissed hungrily, in a frenzy, until Marie literally ran out of energy. The room was silent.
Sharaya was the first to speak. “I was so disappointed that I didn’t get to do that last week.” All Marie could do was pant and whimper. “Can he do that to you?”
“It’s… a little different,” Marie gasped. “He’s… not female. Doesn’t quite get it… perfect.” She struggled to sit up, and apologetically added, “It’ll be a while before I can do anything else.”
Sharaya gave her a peck on the cheek, bounced up from the bed and disappeared, returning with a glass of water. “This usually helps.” She sat next to Marie. “Cigarette?”
“Definitely,” Marie replied after drinking half the glass. “After-sex cigarettes are so… special, especially after great sex.” Sharaya lit two of Marie’s Virginia Slims 120’s and handed one to her. “Thank you.”
Sharaya exhaled noisily. “Your before-sex cigarettes are pretty spectacular, too.” Marie raised her eyebrows as Sharaya continued, “That was what got my attention first at the party. You looked like… I dunno… the softest bitch goddess in the universe. Something I’d never seen, and it was sexy as hell. Like I said, I got wet.”
Marie looked directly into Sharaya’s eyes and drew on her cigarette. She opened her mouth, and slowly french-inhaled. After an eternity, she lowered her eyes, turned her head to the side and up, and exhaled slowly. “Tell me more,” she softly, throatily commanded.
“Something about the way you do that goes straight to my pussy,” Sharaya panted, eyes slightly glazed over. “I can understand Colin’s… fascination. It surprises me that he…” Her voice died as Marie performed her next drag with a snap-french-inhale, and head tilted back, exhaled two thick jets from her nose. Sharaya cleared her throat, and resumed. “You know I’m a sub, right?” Marie nodded, still looking very purposefully at her. “I’ve been… places where I’ve seen women with cigarette holders, but they always seem really… top.” Sharaya dropped her eyes. “I’m not really into pain. But you were… so… sexual about it at the party. Not top. Not… painful. Just…” She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering. “Incredibly sexual. And it wasn’t an act. It was as if you’d been doing that your whole life.”
Just about half of it. Marie smiled and took another demonstrative drag. Sharaya was riveted. “So, you got any toys I can play with?”
“Uh-huh…” Sharaya breathed, her own cigarette forgotten as she watched Marie’s silent, long exhale. “Top drawer.” Marie opened it, and Sharaya quickly added, “Better ones in the closet.”
Marie stood up and walked to the closet. “I’m impressed.” She took her final drag, posing for Sharaya at the closet door. But the images running through her mind had more to do with the harness and the three dildos hanging in the closet. “You’re a very imaginative girl.” She removed it and checked it out. It was a high quality one, expensive, black leather. She’d seen something similar in a couple of shops, but this was the first chance she’d ever had to use one. “Gift?” Sharaya shook her head, looking hungrily at Marie. “Like being fucked, but not boys?” She got an energetic nod from Sharaya, who was absently stroking herself, regarding Marie with desire and pleading. “Put it on me, and I’ll fuck you.”
Twenty minutes later, Sharaya lay on the bed, her arms and legs splayed, breathing very heavily, her eyes losing focus for seconds at a time. Marie kissed her, gaining a feeble, but well-intentioned response. She smiled to herself; apparently, she hadn’t done too badly for a first-timer. Sharaya rolled on her side with some effort and sighed, “Time to sleep.” She flopped her arm towards Marie and closed her eyes. Marie unfastened the harness and cuddled next to her. She fell asleep very quickly.
Marie woke up to an early morning delight: Sharaya’s lips kissing her all over. “Mmmmmorrrrninnng,” Marie purred. “You do this often? Ohhhhh!” Sharaya had nipped at a very erect nipple. “Do you have an off switch?”
“Not around sexy, zaftig femmes fatale,” Sharaya grinned, and drew a nipple back into her mouth, causing Marie’s back to arch. “’Sides, you taste good.” She shifted position again. “Mmmmm… breakfast of champions. Colin oughta try it sometime.”
Marie loudly sucked in air as Sharaya began to lap. “I—ohhh—don’t think—he’s—mmmmfff—ever—Ohhh, fuck that feels good—thought about sex—yesbabyrightthere—in themorning!” It was hard to talk because Sharaya was very talented. “Oh fuck it, we’ll talk later,” Marie gasped. “Eat me, baby!” she commanded, and Sharaya obeyed.
Marie sat up slowly and looked at the clock; it was eleven, and her muscles were sore. Sharaya had been a very attentive and very good lover. She had filled Marie’s cum quota in the past twelve hours. As she looked for her cigarettes, Sharaya appeared with a tray that had two mugs of coffee, a little pitcher of cream and a bowl of sugar. “I’m honored,” Marie said with surprise. “This is better than a hotel.”
“I give better service,” Sharaya lewdly said, making Marie’s pussy twitch, albeit weakly. I’m done for a while. Too bad. “Seriously, my mom had a thing about guests; it’s an old habit.”
Marie took a sip of coffee. It was good—and strong. She added some more cream. “Do you do this for every guest to spend the night?”
“Only the ones I want to come back,” was the reply. “Cigarette?” Marie accepted the offer, and watched as Sharaya lit two Virginia Slims 120’s, and handed her one. Sharaya held her second drag for a little while before exhaling through her nose. “These aren’t as good as the ones you had at the party. But they’re not bad.”
Marie dragged for several seconds, cigarette held vertically, and eased her chest forward, producing a long, thick trail of smoke without a sound. She smiled at Sharaya. “The ones I had at the party were special. Nat Sherman’s Virginia Circles.”
“Those were Nat Sherman’s? Wow! I’ve seen them, but I thought they all came in colors. I thought it was more of a novelty thing, like for prissy little sorority girls.” Sharaya watched Marie snap-inhale and exhale to the side with narrowed eyes. “I still don’t know how you make that seem so… sexy,” she breathed, her nipples hardening noticeably.
“Practice, babe,” Marie said. “In front of a mirror, watching old movies for inspiration… and the internet.”
“Oh, yeah, I couldn’t believe that smoking fetish thing you told me about!” Sharaya excitedly interjected. “I thought that smokin’ cigars would—keep guys away—too dikey, y’know?” Marie nodded, smiling. “And it also freaked my folks big time, and that was good. ’Sides, I only smoke them when I’m clubbing. Keeps the more—toppish folks away.” She dragged on the Virginia Slim 120, snapping a small ball of smoke as she always did. “I was worried that the more—girly—I was, the more unwelcome attention I’d get—from both sexes. I’m just a cream puff—I hate saying no.” Marie chuckled. “Not that I can’t, but I hate doing it. Should I buy a pipe?”
“There are guys who adore that in a woman, too. I’d say stick with the cigars,” Marie counseled. “Although I love the way you look naked with a ‘girly’ cigarette between your fingers.” Sharaya’s eyes drooped, and suddenly they were kissing again.
Marie stood at the door to Sharaya’s apartment. It was now three in the afternoon. “Y’know, if this Colin thing doesn’t work out…” Sharaya let it hang there.
“You’re a very cool, very hot chick,” Marie said, “but you don’t know me that well.” She gave Sharaya a kiss on the cheek. “Just ‘cause you like the way I smoke and the way I love… well, let’s just say that it isn’t everything that it seems like.”
“I like danger—in small doses,” Sharaya smiled as she moved aside to let Marie out.
Marie opened the door at home at about four, sated, and very happy. Her good mood evaporated when Colin’s angry, accusatory, “Where have you been?” hit her as soon as the door shut. “I’ve been scared silly about you!!! No call, no note!! I didn’t know what might have happened to you!”
“I was fine,” Marie evenly replied. “Since you didn’t come home, I went out to a club that I knew you wouldn’t like.”
“Who is he?”
“There isn’t any he,” Marie answered. “We have an agreement, remember?”
“Well, why else would you come home at four in the afternoon, dressed like that?”
Marie took a deep breath. “This—” she indicated her black dress with the lacy fringe, “is goth style. It’s not a fuck-me dress.” She looked at him. “You remember what my fuck-me dress looks like, right? You sure took the invitation quick enough the first time you saw it.”
“OK, OK, the dress isn’t the point. I know you’ve been out having sex, even if the dress is just some—goth—wear,” Colin shot back angrily. “You’ve been gone for almost sixteen hours!!! If you’re not having sex in sixteen hours—I know you’ve been having sex! I know the look that was on your face when you came in!!!” He was shouting now.
Marie had had enough. “Look, Colin, I couldn’t reach you on your cell last night, and you didn’t say anything to me—in fact, you haven’t said jack shit to me damn near all week except for a couple of growls!” she yelled back. “It was Friday night, I’d had a good week, and I was hoping that you would like to do something! All night long. In the apartment. When you didn’t show up by nine, I went out!”
“You’re not supposed to fuck other guys!” he screamed. “I don’t care HOW HORNY YOU ARE!!!”
“And I didn’t!!!” Marie returned, her voice rising. “If you must know, I ran into Sharaya, and that’s who I spent the night fucking!!! God knows you haven’t lived up to your part of the bargain!” Marie angrily stomped upstairs to the bedroom without waiting for a response. She locked the door for good measure. Goddamn nerd.
It didn’t take long for Colin to find out that he’d been locked out of his own bedroom. “Goddammit Marie!!! Let me in!!! God damn you!!! I said, LET ME IN!!!”
She sat on the bed, content to let him rage outside. His little secret wasn’t going to be such a secret soon. And the first person she was going to tell, in great detail, was Lauren. With any luck, Lauren would file a sexual harassment suit. Even if she couldn’t blame him for having the hots for Lauren, it was kind of creepy to find out that your boss jacked off to you. And she would say a fond farewell to Sharaya over the course of a few days and nights, then find greener pastures somewhere else. The U.S. was a big country, and there were lots of smoke fetishers out there.
Mariiiieeeeee, pleeeease,” he whined through the door. “We gotta talk.” She noticed the change in his demeanor. “I promise that I won’t yell anymore. But I gotta talk to you, it’s important.”
There was a silence that was eventually broken by Marie asking, “About what?” She wasn’t going to smoke for him. She didn’t even want a cigarette now.
“About… Well, about everything. I’m serious, Marie,” was the reply through the door. Marie heard him sigh loudly, and heard his body collapse against the door with a thud, which was followed by the sound of something sliding down the door surface. “I… I need to talk to you about lots of things. Please.”
Marie stood, walked to the door as softly as she could, unlocked it and pulled it open. Colin was sitting on the floor, looking dejected, and he didn’t move right away. Marie decided not to make this any easier on him, and she just walked leisurely back to the bed without a word, and sat, looking out the window, ignoring him. She heard him stand up and walk slowly into the room, to sit on the other side of the bed. He sighed again. “So talk,” Marie coolly said.
“Marie… I’m sorry I’ve been… well, strange, lately.” She bit her lip to keep the smartass retort from jumping out. “But… but… oh, this is really hard. But I know you’re gonna tell everybody about my fetish, so I might as well say it any way.” Colin took a deep breath. “Marie, I can’t do this goth thing. I know it’s who you really are. I saw how much fun you were having at the party and I knew that I didn’t belong there with you.”
“Didn’t you have fun?” Marie asked with an edge.
“Yes—but—that’s not everything… Just let me finish, please. This is hard enough as it is,” Colin pleaded. There was something in his tone that struck Marie as different from his whining when he wanted something. She finally turned to look at him and nodded, politely, for him to continue. “Look, I can’t do this. It’s you, but it’s not me. I mean, the whole wild party, and the—thing—with Sharaya… Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, but… I’m not—comfortable—with it. And you are, and I can appreciate that. The bisexual thing… I can’t really… it makes me look at you differently, and I feel uncomfortable around you.”
Marie’s jaw dropped a little. “Uncomfortable? Why? Because I like girls, too? Or is it because I like you enough to share them with you whenever I get the chance and draw you into my world?”
“Yes, that’s exactly it. It’s… no offense meant, but… deviant.”
“I would prefer the term, ‘unconventional,’” Marie coldly countered.
Colin nodded, apologizing for his choice of words. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid that I’m—conventional. Very much so.”
Marie stood up and looked incredulously at him. “You mean you’re telling me that getting a serious boner and becoming a sex-crazed machine when you watch a girl smoke is conventional?” He opened his mouth to protest, but Marie cut him off by adding, “I know she has to smoke the—‘right’—way, but it’s still classified as a fetish, which is, by medical definitions, deviant.” He looked stricken. “Haven’t you ever seen a porno flick where two girls get it on? Or one guy gets two women?” The blank look on his face explained a lot. “You mean that having a ménage-a-trois with a gorgeous, willing girl as the third is something that you never dreamed about? That it’s beyond your sensibilities?”
Colin looked directly at the bed. “Yes, that’s it,” he said, barely loud enough to hear.
Marie could tell that he was embarrassed by the admission. She admired him for telling her, because it wasn’t something every guy would have the balls to admit. “Colin, sweetie,” she gently said, “it’s only sex. I am playing relatively safe, and I only play with you… and Sharaya. And she’s just been an opportunity to be with another sexy woman who is into me as much as you are.” There was a pause. “For many of the same reasons.” She reached and cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her. “It really is only sex, Colin. Good sex. I’m a lusty girl, always have been ever since I discovered masturbation and orgasm at eleven. It’s a good thing I am, given how the way I smoke affects you.” He blushed a deep crimson. She sighed. “I’m not willing to give up girls for you. That wasn’t part of our agreement. I promise that I won’t go out cruising bars looking for pussy, either. You don’t have to play with my girlfriends if you don’t want to… although it’s not a stretch to say that Sharaya might be a little—disappointed.”
“Marie… I’m not sure that I can—overlook—your bisexuality.” There was something in the way that he said it that gave Marie an idea of what the real issue was.
“Yes you can, Colin,” Marie said with confidence. “I’m not asking you to try bisexuality. I won’t ever ask you. I know that’s what you’re worried about.” The horrified look on his face gave way to surprise. Bingo. She’d figured out what the deal was. “I’m flattered that you think I’m so sexy that I can get you to do something like that, but if it helps, I promise that I won’t even try to seduce you into bisexuality. Me and other girls is as far as it goes, and that’s now an explicit part of our agreement. I haven’t broken any part of it yet, and it’s been eight months.” There was no sense in ending this before she was ready. “Are you asking me to leave? Are you ending our agreement?”
“Marie…” he half-heartedly began.
“Let’s get something straight,” Marie interrupted. “I’m not looking for an excuse to out you, even though you’ve just given me one. I don’t want to leave, and I don’t think—” She reached into her purse and pulled out her last Virginia Slim 120. “—You want me to, either.” She lit the cigarette, long and white, and leaned against the window frame, holding it vertically. “Let me—influence your outlook on unconventional things some more, like I have over the past eight months. I know that the tattoos and body art aren’t you, but you’re a very, very sexual person, Colin Turner. You see, I know more than just your smoking secret. I know more than how to smoke to turn you on.” Marie french-inhaled. Slow, thick, and creamy, followed by a long, silent, chin-raised skyward exhale, Virginia Slim 120 held to accent its diminishing length. “I know that you are a very sexual, very skilled, and very good sex partner. You just need to allow more things to get you where you’re headed now. Watch me, Colin. Watch, and remember all the good things about—unconventional sexuality,” she purred.
Colin was hard and ready very quickly. He’d been used to having sex several times a week, and hadn’t had any since the party. “I need to go to the drugstore,” Marie said, giving him that look of hers that promised sexual delights the like of which he’d never known until meeting her. “Hold that thought.” As she headed out the bedroom door, she stopped and turned around. “By the way Colin, tell me the truth. Did you buy Saratogas for me so you wouldn’t be… affected?” Now it was his turn to be shocked, and his mouth fell open.
Colin’s expression confirmed her suspicion. “Then do you want me to pick up something other than Saratogas while I’m out? We’ll… save the Saratogas for other times.” He told her she could pick anything she wanted. “I’ll make it good for you.”
Smoke from the More between Marie’s fingers filled the light coming through the window. She had been teasing Colin relentlessly all evening, smoking his favorite brand, as seductively as she could, using the holder most of the time. She was horny again, but she wanted to make sure that she called all of the shots tonight. It was time to show Colin that unconventional could be very good, and that an open mind was good, especially sexually.
Marie dragged again, exhaling through her nostrils, insuring that Colin had a good view of her silhouette in profile. A soft gasp told her that he was ready for her. “Tonight I want to give you a new experience, Colin. This is an exercise in—unconventionality. She leaned to his cock, dragged on the More and opened her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as smoke drifted from her mouth. Colin shivered. “I’ve been very willing to indulge your unconventional desires—” She dragged again, and his cock disappeared from sight, first in a haze of smoke, then into Marie’s hungry mouth. He moaned and bucked at the sensation. “—Like that,” she finished as she released his very full erection to the air with a slurp. “Now it’s your turn. I think you’ll like it, too. Reach inside the drawer on my side of the bed, Colin,” she whispered. “There’s a small tube of lubricant in there. Take it out, and give it to me. I won’t take another drag until you do.” When he complied, she rewarded him with a show-stopper of a french-inhale, and sent a long, backlit, gray ribbon skyward.
He was looking at her with unabated lust, the expression that said that he would do anything she wanted right now. After she put the More in the ashtray, she opened it, and poured some on her hand. “I like this too, Colin,” Marie softly said, anticipating the question forming on his face, even as she began to apply the lube to his cock. “Stay on your back. Let me take care of you. You haven’t had sex in a week, and I know you need it. Trust me.” She stroked his slick cock a few times and he groaned loudly. Marie lit a fresh More. “Long, slim and brown. So sexy. Especially when I do it just for you.” His eyes were shining with anticipation. She positioned herself on the bed to straddle him, taking a long, cheek-hollowing drag, letting him see her throat work as she inhaled. Marie suggestively licked her lips, and then leisurely turned her head. She eased her chest forward, arching her back to thrust her exposed breasts forward, and exhaled, silently. Colin gasped, and it turned into a moan, as the smoke flowed for an eternity. She usually smoked while riding him from this spot, which was something that he really liked, but that wasn’t what she had in mind now. “Trust me,” was all she said before putting the More in the ashtray, and positioning herself to sit on his cock, this time with her back to him. Marie eased his slick cock between her ass cheeks, and then began to force the head into her ass. A gentle squeeze to his nuts reminded him who was in charge. “Don’t move just yet, Colin. Remember, it’s only sex, and you’re very, very horny. If you’re going to fuck me tonight, you’re going to fuck me in my ass. It won’t hurt me, and you’re gonna find out why men love it.” She kept stroking the base, making him moan as she shimmied herself onto his cock.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” There was no mistaking the pleasure in her sigh as she finally landed on him. She wiggled a little for emphasis. Marie began to slide herself up and down along his slick hardness, very slowly. This felt good—it had been a while, and if she could convince Colin that this was something he’d enjoy, maybe she had something else she could use to keep her control over him. “This is unconventional to many folks, Colin. How does it feel?”
Colin’s head snapped from side to side, and he couldn’t form any words to answer her question. Marie’s pussy was slick and hot, but this was so incredibly tight! Her smoky show and his lack of release had left him defenseless; he had meant to protest, but it was too late now, and the sensation had obliterated any thought of stopping now. She eased herself up and down his cock, the rose on her ass rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her throaty purrs were interrupted by Colin’s groans. It didn’t take long for his hips to start moving on their own. “Uhhh… Uhhhhh… Uhhhhh…” he moaned in time with their fucking, but the friction brought him to the brink much more quickly than he wanted. “Ohhhh Gawwwwdddd…” Colin’s nuts tightened and he began to shoot into her.
“Yeahhhhhh, baby…” Marie hissed as she felt the first contraction. “Cum in my asshole… Ohhh, that feels good. Yeah… cum on,” she urged. “Cum in my asshole… I love it,” she quietly snarled, drawing a loud snort from Colin and a thrust as she felt his cock shoot more cum into her. “Do it!”
“ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!” It was a sound that Marie had heard Colin make before. It meant that she’d sent him beyond orgasm, into a state of peaceful compliance. The noise his cock made a minute later as it slid from her ass was ugly, but Marie turned and pounced, kissing him ferociously.
Colin was too awash in bliss to respond more than feebly. Marie sat up, leaving him gasping for breath. She took another More from the pack and posed for him before lighting it. She took a satisfying drag, careful to french-inhale slowly. “Now, are you more inclined to let me show you how much fun you can have being—unconventional?” He weakly agreed. “Now do you understand why I say that it’s only sex?” He nodded, eyes unfocused. “And that unconventional good sex is better than no sex because you’re too busy being conventional?”
“Uh-huh…” he managed, still breathing heavily.
“You’re such a good boy. We’ll do this again.”