Taking a vow of celibacy for the sake of one particular girl you’re not even engaged to is perhaps the stupidest thing a nineteen-year-old boy can do. It was put to the test not more than thirty-six hours after I arrived. At the dorm’s orientation party, I met Julia and Karla, freshmen, roommates, and smokers. Julia was tall and stocky, with short, straight black hair, while Karla was short, petite, sandy brown hair worn loosely beneath her shoulders. Julia smoked True menthol 100’s, Karla, Silva Thins. Karla was the more beautiful of the two, and she tossed her head gaily before exhaling skyward quickly. Both were extremely friendly, and I spent a lot of time with them at the party.
The next day, I went to the pinball room in the school commons, and met Chrissie, a sophomore transfer student, along with her friend Mary Anne, a sophomore in business. Mary Anne drew long, hard, and steady, fingers splayed, in lighting her Salem Light 100. Smoke jetted from her nose as she handed the lighter to her friend. I instantly recognized the cork-tipped cigarette she produced as a Saratoga. She lit it and sucked a small ball of smoke back into her mouth, turning her head to the side for her initial, noisy exhale. I pulled out a More, and Chrissie exclaimed, “Oh! Mores! I used to smoke them, but I didn’t like walking around with something that looked like a cigar. But I like longer cigs, so I switched to Saratogas.” She was talking my language, had gorgeous green eyes, and a slender, well-proportioned body reminiscent of Elaine’s, although Elaine was slightly bigger. We talked in between rounds of pinball, with me mostly listening while watching them smoke. Chrissie inhaled deeply, with the slightest wisp of smoke seeping from her lips as she finished her draw. Then she would turn her head to the side and send a marvelously thick trail of smoke through her lips. Mary Anne’s exhales were also thick and completely oral. I was happy that I had lucked into a single room, because the images of the four new smokers I’d met made my cock hard in the middle of the night.
Harrison Lounge also gained a new bunch of sexy smokers, so it didn’t get any easier. Most of them smoked long all-whites, attracting my hopefully improved clandestine attention. Chrissie hung out there, too, but with Mary Anne and a different group of girls. She and Elaine exchanged greetings, and Chrissie would greet me as well. “You should ask her out,” my friend said after a week. “She likes you.” I hemmed and hawed, because I already had had a couple of fevered dreams of me and Chrissie fucking like rabbits. After Elaine persisted, I asked Chrissie if she was going to the upcoming campus toga party, and all I could do was a weak, non-committal, “Maybe I’ll see you there.” Elaine punched me in the arm with a look of disbelief as soon as Chrissie left. “You were supposed to ask her! She was waiting for you to ask! And that was the best you could do?”
The movie “Animal House” had just been released, so the school held an officially-sanctioned toga party early in the year, to take place on fraternity row. All you had to do was to wear a toga and show a school ID. So there I was dressed in a sheet with at least a thousand other college students. I ran into Chrissie within fifteen minutes. She greeted me with a big smile and hello, but she was with five other people including Mary Anne and a couple of big guys, so I didn’t linger, even though she looked awesome in her elaborately done toga.
I wandered around looking at all the beautiful girls, occasionally sipping on a beer and wondering who else was going to be my masturbatory fodder for the night. I had some awesome sightings committed to memory, and was just about ready to call it a night when I literally bumped into Elaine while trying to discern what brand of cigarette a very tall, thin girl was smoking. “Heyyyy! Willll! How are ya?” She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, leaning heavily against me.
“I’m doin’ great,” I lied.
“Well I thought you were gonna meet up with Chrissie,” she said, wobbling on her feet. “Didja ever find her?” I told her that I saw her with another guy, and Elaine lectured me about blown chances. “I mean, I’d fuck her if I had the chance,” she loudly declared.
“You’re drunk,” I grinned.
“I guess that frat house over there was trying to get me outta my toga, but I escaped their diabolical heterosexual clutches,” giggled Elaine, linking her arm with mine and relying on me to keep her from falling. “But I think I better go home now… before I wake up in some frat boy’s bed.”
“You can’t drive as drunk as you are,” I said, alarmed. She told me that she was fine enough for fifteen minutes’ worth. I countered with the fact that she couldn’t stand very well without my support. We quietly argued, but I gave her a More and then maneuvered her between two frat houses to point out the police stationed at the exit. We watched as they pulled over a car leaving Frat Row, and made the driver get out. “You’ll never make it out without a drunk driving charge.”
“Well, shit,” Elaine said in a quiet voice, “you’re right. But where am I gonna stay tonight?” I offered my bed, telling her that I could sleep in the dorm’s lounge, and we set off arm-in-arm. She argued against kicking me out of my room, because she felt really bad about it, and that she would be fine on the floor. We were still arguing when we got to my door.
I went to open my door, but Elaine stepped in front of me and leaned against it, keeping me from the lock. I started to complain, but she put her arms around my neck, drew her body to mine, and kissed me, her tongue gently fencing with mine. My cock surged against her. She broke the kiss, regarding me with her deep, dark, hypnotic eyes. “Lesss go inside n’ talk about it,” she slurred.
“I didn’t think you were… bisexual,” I softly said, trying to will my cock soft while I opened the door.
She lit a More and casually snap-inhaled. “Only on the third Sunday in September between midnight and six a.m.” Her eyes followed me around the room. “So how about it?”
“Elaine, you’re drunk.” She acknowledged that. “And I don’t want you to wake up in the morning hating yourself… or me.”
“You’ll hate yourself even more in the morning if you don’t,” she accurately noted with an intoxicated giggle. Elaine dragged on the More, finishing by sucking in air before she turned her head away for the exhale, accentuating the graceful curve of her neck. She pointed at the front of my toga with the cigarette. “I can see what you want.” She stood and undid the knots of her toga, letting the sheet fall to the floor. “Plus, I like to sleep naked.”
I gaped, frozen in awe at the sight of the firmest, roundest, most perfect female body in the world, whose owner took a puff, gently grabbed my erection with her free hand, and kissed me with her exhale, smoky, fruity, and alcohol-filled. “You aren’t my first guy. Just don’t treat me like a nail, OK?” We fell to the bed.
I lay on my side, fucking Elaine as slowly and as gently as I could. She was tight—almost as tight as Sharon’s ass had been, only slicker. “That feels… nice, Will,” she calmly commented. I suddenly realized that Elaine was doing this for me; there was no answering sexual thrill for her. I tried to make it last as long as I could, until she grabbed another cigarette and lit it. I gasped, feeling my cock expand. It grew more sensitive with her next puff, and I groaned her name.
Elaine shifted, and slid off my erection with a hiss. “Can’t risk pregnancy, even if it felt good.” She sat up, cross-legged, and started masturbating me while smoking, I growled, my hips started thrusting, and then I saw smoke start to flow from her lips… I bucked, uncontrollably, and again… and again… and again… she gave me another smoky kiss, and I squealed into her mouth as more burning cum spilled from the tip of my dick. Finally, I groaned and relaxed onto the bed.
“Never seen that before,” giggled Elaine. “You almost cleared the bed when you shot. You always—?”
“No,” I gasped. She gently toweled my groin and her hand, giggling some more as more cum dribbled out at her attentions. When I went soft, she cuddled against my back and whispered, “Told’ja I’m not kicking you out of your room.”
We slept like that, and the following morning, Elaine asked me if I wanted a handjob since I seemed to be hard again. “You need to see more girls,” she teased before wrapping her hand around my cock. I was going to tease her about her familiarity with male sex organs, but then she grabbed a More and lit it, saying, “I hope you don’t mind if I smoke while I do this…” Of course, I got rock hard in less than a minute, and came before she got halfway through. “Am I really that hot, Will?” she rhetorically smiled, taking another deep drag, still naked. Since all she had arrived with was a sheet, I loaned her a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. A few people gaped as we left my room, Elaine giving me a mischievous peck on the lips at the door. I walked her across campus, arm-in-arm, to where she was parked.
“Ummmm… Thanks?” I said.
“Don’t mention it… literally,” Elaine replied with a giggle. “Might mess up a chance with some yummy freshman I haven’t met yet.” She turned to get in her car, but stopped. “Will… it was fun… in a way. But don’t get—” I held up my hand and told her that I understood.
One thing that I have always found perverse is how women seem to judge a man’s attractiveness by the attractiveness of the women he’s with. It took about a week for the story to hit Harrison Lounge. A few sorority girls gave me the eye, but one girl in particular stood out for me. She was nicely round, not fat, cute, with thick, frizzy brownish-blonde hair. Her name was Dee; she smoked Benson and Hedges Lights with deep drags, and a big smile. Holding her cigarette down by her hips, she would bring it to her lips in a grand arc, drag, hold the smoke, lift her chin, wait, and exhale through pursed lips, looking blissful.
I asked her out. She seemed surprised, but quickly accepted. I took her to a movie on campus for a second date, and we were necking within an hour, and fucking within two. Her after-sex smoke was taken with her usual display of pleasure, and then I pleasured her some more. We went out the following two weekends, but the second time, she hesitated outside the theater. “Ummm… Will… I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I mean it’s a lot of fun but…”
“You’re worried I’m getting serious.” Dee nodded. “I like hanging out with you, but I am not looking for a college sweetheart and all that jazz, if that makes you feel better.” I could see her relief. She lit a cigarette and I asked her what she wanted to do next.
“Can we go back to your room?” Her free hand dropped to my growing bulge. “I really like the way you give head.” Dee snap-inhaled her next drag, something I’d never seen her do before, and her eyes were full of sexual intent. I happily gave her what she wanted, and then she spread her legs wide for me. “H-h-h-harder! Ohhhhh… SHIT! Ohhhh… giveittome! Ohhh… ohhhh!” Her pussy slurped and sloshed, juices soaking my groin and the sheet.
I continued to hang out in Harrison with Elaine, who was very happy to point out which women were checking me out. “We’re good friends, but that’s all,” was her standard statement when other women would join our table.
Dee occasionally joined us and infuriatingly, concurred with Elaine, encouraging me to expand my horizons. “Just make sure you leave room for me on your dance card.” She looked at Elaine, blushed, and added, “Oh, and Elaine, too.” My lesbian girlfriend narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and blew me a kiss. Then she held a More aloft for a light.
I volunteered to help with a Halloween party for homeless kids; one of the sororities on campus had also chosen it as their charity event for the semester, so forty sorority girls participated with varying degrees of interest. Some of the girls were their usual arrogant selves, most were civil, in a cold, detached way, but a couple were pleasantly engaging. I was standing outside taking a cigarette break when one of the pleasant girls came over and asked me for a light. “Thanks… Will, right?” I couldn’t tell what brand she was smoking, other than it was an all-white 100. “You’re really good with kids. My name’s Jennifer, by the way.” Even though I did not know who she was, she had apparently noticed me (and Elaine) from Harrison. She was a junior, and very beautiful. Obviously well-to-do, I was surprised when she invited me to her place for dinner, “because you deserve something for being so involved.”
Jennifer’s long blonde hair and beautiful face stopped being intimidating two days later at her apartment when she easily removed her top in the middle of necking without any prompting from me. When we were naked, I arranged myself to lick her pussy. “Oh! You don’t have to… I mean… ohmigod… you… you…” After her orgasm, she gasped, “Do you do this… to all the girls?”
“Just wait for act two,” I grinned, rearranging myself. Jennifer moaned when I entered her, hips moving slowly. Apparently, she was used to the typical frat boy faster, harder, quicker sex, and my slow, long strokes puzzled her for about two minutes. Then she began to sigh, her hips began to roll, her chest turned red, followed by her face. “Uh… ohgod… uhh… ohgod… ohhh… I’m… I’m… FUCK!” I kept fucking, and Jennifer kept cumming.
When I started panting as my own release approached, she wrapped her arms around me and whimpered encouragements to cum inside her. I slammed into her with one forceful stroke, and shot the first of my load into her. Jennifer squealed, arching her back in one final, spectacular orgasm.
“God I hurt,” she breathed. “I think I screamed my throat raw. You’re… wow. Are you sure your—friend—doesn’t mind?” I truthfully told her no. “Fantastic.” I dated Jennifer, a Salem Light 100s smoker, for less than a month; evidently, I was there to make some frat guy jealous. It worked. I got threatened, he felt better, and he got the girl.
However, the tall girl I had seen at the toga party was also in the same sorority, and I finally identified her brand: she smoked Max Menthol 120s languidly, looking Audrey Hepburn elegant, with easy drags followed by long, flowing oral exhales. Emboldened by my brief success with Jennifer, I asked her out. What she told me promptly destroyed my self-esteem. “I talked to Jennifer. You’re not big enough for me.” She spun and paraded away, with her Max held away from her body at the end of a femininely cocked wrist. I was crushed, and opted out of sex for the rest of the semester.
Daisy and her family went on a cruise over the Christmas holiday, so I did not see her until the day before their New Year’s Eve party. She dropped by to visit. “I left your present at home. Would you like to come say hi to my folks?”
Their house was dark when we pulled up. She opened the trunk and said, “Grab a bag.” I carried one of her suitcases in. Daisy spun, put her arms around me, and kissed me. “I caught an early flight. Been thinking about you for the past week. My folks are still in Miami. I figure we’ve got about three, maybe four hours.” She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a cigarette holder and a pack of Mores. “So come n’ get your Christmas present, baby.”
Daisy lay on her side, sweat cooling, having a post-sex smoke, a More, in the cigarette holder she brought back from her vacation. “Ohhh… Daisy… you… you look…”
She fixed me with a smoldering look, holder and More at the end of a sexily extended arm in a classic cheesecake pose. She tossed her head, letting her hair arrange itself so her nipples played hide-and-seek. “You like?” My cock twitched, answering her question. “My mom found one for her Mores during the cruise.” Daisy slowly french-inhaled, easing her chest forward, and gave me a coy smile. “You know how much she likes to play with cigarette holders.” The holder made a mesmerizingly slow, graceful arc to her lips. “So—” she began, pausing to suck in air as she held the smoke, and exhaled very slowly. “—I went back to the store and got one for myself since I know someone who very much enjoys watching Woodford ladies smoke elegantly.” Daisy took her last drag, and exhaled through her nose, huskily noting, “You’re almost ready again. Let me help some more.” She put the holder away and took me into her mouth, quickly accomplishing her goal. No more words were necessary.
We had enough time to shower, drive around, pick up dinner, and return to her house to greet her parents about an hour after they got home. “I coulda gone for three,” Daisy impishly said as she dropped me off at home. “See you tomorrow night.”
New Year’s Eve was a splendid affair at the Woodfords’, as usual. Unlike the previous year, however, Daisy’s closest high school friends were able to attend, and so there was no pretext to be alone. Marie Bishop, Dana Hearst, and Carole Lee, who was showing off her engagement ring and her fiancé, were all there.
Dana looked at Daisy, who was quite comfortable on my arm. “I had a funny feeling that there was more going on between you two than Daisy let on,” she commented. I lit her Merit 100. “But I see that you’re still the gentleman,” she smiled as she snap-inhaled with a little roll of the tongue.
Jimmy Ford gave me a real dirty look. He had been talking with Daisy when I arrived, but she had immediately left him to kiss me, short, but wet, and had remained perched on my arm ever since. “Charity Case! Haven’t seen you since graduation day!” he tried to sneer. It fell flat, especially when Marie arrived five minutes later, greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and took my other arm.
He hadn’t seen Marie since high school either, and it was evident that he was impressed by her rounder figure—especially her breasts. A little later, while Daisy was upstairs, Marie and I found ourselves together in the basement alone. She smiled, “By the way…” Marie pulled a 120mm white cigarette from a pack with the word “Tall” on it. “…you still like girls who smoke?” she asked, waiting for me to light it for her. I did, and she took her usual, easy drag, pursed her lips with a coy expression on her face, and exhaled in a tight stream. “I seem to keep forgetting my cigarette holder.”
I gave her a long smooch on the cheek, letting her feel the surge of blood to my cock and whispered, “You’re hot, Marie… but late. Maybe you can help Jimmy out. He seems a little pissed about Daisy being with me.”
Jimmy made one last effort at Daisy. Right before midnight, he called, “Hey Daisy! Look where I am!” from under the mistletoe. Daisy rolled her eyes, but before she could move, Marie stepped in and swapped tongues with him, leaving Daisy and I to our now-traditional long, wet kiss. Jimmy left us alone for the rest of the night, enraptured by Marie’s sexy roundness and her breasts. She did nothing to discourage him, either. Later, as the four of us were congregated, Marie sent Jimmy to get her another drink. She pursed her lips at me in a little kiss, and softly said, “Have fun you two. I know I will.”
I slept on the sofa in the basement, while Daisy slept in her room. “I want you… but my folks aren’t quite ready for that yet.” We were up early the next morning to attend the New Year’s Day parade in town, and headed for the summer house.
Daisy handed me a glass of champagne and removed a cigarette from a box. “I thought you were dedicated to Virginia Slims,” I pleasantly commented.
“I am,” she replied, lighting it. “These are Virginia Slims Lights.” She exhaled noisily. “But don’t worry… I’ll still smoke Mores from time to time… just for you.” She looked at me. “You’ve been pretty subdued this holiday. I’ve been nice n’lovey n’sexy, but you’re behaving like a 1950’s guide to dating. Normally by now, you’d at least be drooling over me if not inside me. What’s up?” At my silence, she crossed her legs, cigarette held high. “You know you’re going to tell me, one way or another, so you might as well give in now.”
“Well… I… I… You said I was long enough for you,” I admitted, feeling ashamed.
“No, I said ‘long enough’,” she countered. “I remember that very clearly, Mr. Insecure. I thought we’d settled that once and for—” Daisy’s face showed sudden comprehension. “Ohhhh… I see now… Did you run into a size queen?” I asked her what that was. “It’s a girl who’s so preoccupied with the size of the boat that she doesn’t bother to consider where the cruise could take her. Did she even look?” I told her the brief story of the summary rejection. Daisy looked at me and asked, “Out of curiosity, just how big are you?” I truthfully told her that I didn’t know. “Well then, let’s find out. C’mon upstairs.” She grabbed a measuring tape from her mother’s sewing machine, we went into her room, and she ordered me to strip as she lit a fresh cigarette. Taking a big drag with a slow, open-mouthed snap inhale, she began to fellate me. With each drag, I grew, and Daisy began to take me into her throat between puffs. She stopped to measure when I started to make noises. “You’re a hair over nine inches.” She grinned. “Probably nine and a quarter if I’m using a cigarette holder or smoking a More.” Daisy lit another Virginia Slim Light, and resumed, “If I remember my Sex Ed class correctly, normal is six to eight inches. You’re well ahead of the game.”
I mumbled something about not being thicker. She wrapped her free hand around my erection and stroked it lightly. Suddenly, Daisy throated me with ease, making me gasp. “I’m tired—” She dove for the root of my cock. “—of your—” A quick, hurried drag and noisy exhale, and she was tickling my pubic hair with her nose. “—insecurity about—” This time, she swirled her head around my cock with me buried in her throat, gasping, “—your manhood!” as she released me. “I’m gonna show you the good thing about your size. Get the Vaseline.”
In short order, I was easing into her asshole, “Ohhh… mmmmm… I can’t—wouldn’t do this if you were thicker.” I began to thrust at her slowly, and Daisy panted, “Will… Mmmmm… you feel really good tonight.” She began to rock counter to me, fucking my cock with her tight asshole. “Uhhh… uhhh… Oh shit… ohshit… ohshit… OHSHIT!” She screamed, shuddered, and her back turned red. Gasping, Daisy resumed her rocking, more energetic, grunts coming from her mouth. Her body locked, oscillating, and with one massive convulsion she yelled, “AARRRRGGGHHHH!” I felt my knees get damp. “Ohshit ohwow ohshit…” babbled Daisy, finally exhaling, “Whewwwwww…” I was still hard inside her ass, and started moving again, making my strokes longer as her ass relaxed, and Daisy began to pant, thrusting back at me and suddenly, I was filling her ass with cum, grunting in my own release.
We both melted onto the bed, exhausted and panting. It took a few minutes before either of us could speak. “First time I’ve ever done that,” Daisy said. “Guess I know how to get to my G-spot now. See? You’re a great lover. Don’t ever believe some size queen who tells you otherwise.” She lit a cigarette and took a luxurious drag, letting me watch. “Sorry… couldn’t wait.” I asked her for what. “To get cleaned up so we can make love some more. The parade only lasts so long.”
Daisy and I had no other chance to be alone before the end of the Christmas break, but I did attend a black-tie charity event with Daisy and her parents as her escort. It was significant, because that was a very public declaration that we were a couple. It was weird seeing my name and our picture in the society page of the newspaper. On the other hand, I enjoyed the slightly-ill look on Roberts (Who the hell names their kid in the plural, even if it is a family name?) Baldwin’s face as Daisy and I chatted with him, her arm linked with mine as if it was the most natural thing in the world, especially since he was attending solo with his parents.
As usual, Mrs. Woodford looked resplendent and elegant with her Mores and cigarette holder, held at the end of an effeminately extended arm, taking long, easy drags, and exhaling leisurely with her head cocked to the side. However, she was not the only holder user at the event. Daisy introduced me to Mrs. Coxe, her former etiquette teacher from the country club. I lit her cigarette, removed from a silver cigarette case and placed in a short, jet-black cigarette holder with a sparkling metal band in the middle. The very petite, silver-haired woman had to be in her sixties, but she smoked carefully, almost delicately. I could see why Mrs. Coxe was the debutantes’ “smoking instructor,” bringing a very old-fashioned glamour to the act. I had never seen a cigarette holder like hers, and so I commented on it. “It’s quite nice of you to notice, Mr. Redmond,” she smiled. “My late husband had it made for me. It’s made from onyx, and these are diamonds around the center.” She looked at Daisy. “It’s a relic from a time of distinctly feminine conduct, which, sad to say, has all but vanished from the younger generation.”
Blushing at the slight reproach, Daisy excused us and we circulated through the upper-crust crowd. “I should have brought my cigarette holder. I would have fit right in.” Leaning to my ear, she whispered, “Except for the fact that you’d be walking around all night with a limp,” and gave me a peck on the cheek. However, she did manage to put me in the presence of the other two holder smoking women at the event and her mother at the same time. Mrs. Woodford was by far the sexiest smoker of the three, but the other two women also had interesting cigarette holders: one was gold with a red tip, the other was polished silver, and about eight inches long. I didn’t pay much attention to what or how the other women were smoking, because Mrs. Woodford was so beautiful in her maturity, and her elegant smoking style with the Mores was always arousing.
As the Woodfords pulled up to my house to drop me off, the car became awkwardly quiet. Mrs. Woodford broke it by saying, “Go on Daisy, walk him to his door. After all, he is your boyfriend. We promise we won’t watch. Just don’t take too long. Goodnight, Will.” With a genuinely excited smile, Daisy hopped out of the car, and walked hand-in-hand with me to the door.
“So…” I exhaled, “we’re official now.” She smiled and agreed, eyes sparkling. She stood on tiptoe to kiss me.
Daisy rested her arms on my shoulders and took a deep breath. “Will Redmond, I love you.” There was a pause and then she said, “Too bad it’s not summer break—then we’d have more time together.”
“Mid-May we’ll be back,” I gently noted. “I can wait that long for you.”
“Ummm… Will. I can’t make that promise to you,” she hesitantly said, all the while looking into my eyes. I told her that I understood, but she put her finger on my lips before I could say anything else. “And you shouldn’t either. I don’t want you to.” Daisy turned to leave but stopped after a few steps. “Besides, more practice at finding G-spots wouldn’t hurt either of us.”
It was a good thing Daisy absolved me from guilt, because my self-imposed celibacy did not last long. Karla introduced me to Mary, an equally short, curly haired brunette who smoked Benson & Hedges Lights with a cute awkwardness that said she wasn’t very experienced at smoking, but her long, flowing exhales with raised chin definitely pegged her as a smoker. A little later on in the party, Karla found me and said, “She thinks you’re cute,” throwing back her head and sighing a fluffy cloud from her Virginia Slim Light Menthol. Her eyes narrowed and more softly, she added, “And so do I.” Three nights later, Karla’s lithe, four-foot ten body lay on its side, leg braced against my body as I slowly fucked her. My pillow was stuffed in her mouth, an adjustment she had quickly decided was necessary within the first few strokes. “Mmmmmf… MMMMMFFFF!” Her tiny pussy was tight, easing only slightly as it became wet. Even though I couldn’t fit all of my cock into the pretty pixie, it thrilled her nonetheless when I moved. Karla arched her back as she came, her pussy locking me in place halfway inside her. I started to move again and she came again. When I started to make noise, her eyes came into focus and she urgently whispered, “Pull out! Pull out!” I did in a big hurry, causing her to bury her face in the pillow as another orgasm hit her. Karla quivered and shuddered for a few minutes, and by the time she recovered, I was only half-hard.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” blushed Karla when she noticed. She licked her hand and wrapped it around my cock, jerking furiously. She probably thought that I was like most guys, and only wanted to get off as quickly as possible. She brought me to ejaculation within a couple of minutes, wiped off her hand with a tissue, and stood up to get dressed.
“You don’t have to leave tonight,” I suggested. “If you just want to crash on my bed, no sex, that’s fine, but I’m not kicking you out.” She gave me a happy smile, hopped back into bed, and curled up against my back.
When I walked into Harrison Lounge on the first day of classes, it appeared to be filled with a preponderance of Virginia Slims Lights smokers. Many of the smoking girls I knew had apparently given up their brands for the new ladies’ cigarette. Elaine dropped by my table. “Happy New Year!” She sat and quickly lit a More. “I want to tell you that I may not be hanging around a lot this semester. I’m going to be working on the crew for the musical, and there’s a lot of shit we have to get done before March, and of course we’re short-handed. Think you can hold the fort by yourself?” Suddenly, she stood up and waved at someone.
A tall, lean young man brightened as he saw Elaine and walked over to our table. “Hello, dear! How’s the head of my stage crew?”
“I’m fine, Colin, but I’m gonna turn into an evil bitch on February first,” she smiled. “Will, I’d like you to meet Colin. He sings, he dances, he acts… he’s incredible. I think he’s the most talented guy on campus.”
Colin looked at me as if evaluating me, until his face settled into an expression I’d seen before. “Sorry, Colin,” I smiled, “but the answer is no—despite the fact that I smoke Mores.”
His face fell. “Pity,” he minced, “A guy can hope, can’t he?” I laughed, thanked him for the compliment, and told him that Elaine’s recommendation meant a lot. I promised to attend the Theater Arts’ production in April. The three of us talked for a few minutes until I stood to head to my next class. Colin stood, shook my hand, and asked, “Not to beat a dead horse, but are you sure—”
“He’s definitely sure,” interjected Elaine, her face inscrutable.
At that, Colin’s head snapped around to her and he gaped at her. “You naughty girl! Keeping secrets, are we?” Elaine’s expression belied absolutely nothing, not even the slightest twitch, as she remained silent.
“Good-bye, Colin,” I laughed, leaving.
Without Elaine there, more women came to my table, the majority of them seeming to smoke Virginia Slims Lights. Chrissie sat with me for a week or so. She had given up her Saratogas for Vantage 100s, making her a little less interesting, but she abruptly stopped sharing my table after a week. Her friend Mary Anne seemed to be avoiding me; I accidentally overheard her telling Chrissie that it was weird the way I paid attention to smoking and cigarettes. She had also traded in her Salem Light 100s for Virginia Slims Lights menthol.
Daisy called me on Valentine’s Day. “Hi Will,” she giggled, sounding a little drunk. “Happy Valentine’s Day! I miss ya!” I told her that the feeling was mutual. “Hey, how would you like to spend spring break with me in Florida? I got a credit card!” By some miracle, our schools had almost identical schedules, which hadn’t been the case my freshman year. I thanked her, but even if she bought my ticket, I couldn’t afford the hotel or food. “Will Redmond, you are my boyfriend. If I invite you to Florida for a week, it’s my treat. Surely your male ego can handle that.” There was more girlish giggling in the background. I asked her who it was. “My roommate. Sheila, say hi to Will.”
Another female voice came on the line and sunnily said, “Hi, Will!”
Daisy’s voice came back on the line. “So how ‘bout it, stud? A week of sun n’fun on the beach by day… and at night… mmmmm….”
Dee asked me out about an hour after I hung up, but I declined, citing schoolwork. I was celibate again; after all, I would be seeing Daisy in a little less than four weeks.
I arrived at the hotel mid-afternoon on Saturday to find a single king-sized bed in my room. Daisy had said that she would meet me at the hotel around six and we would go out to dinner then. So I waited, killing time by reading French poetry and making notes for the paper I had to write on it that was due the following week. The halls were more or less quiet, with only an occasional, “WOOO! SPRING BREAK!” as new revelers arrived. It was getting close to the designated meeting time when I heard the door to the room next to mine open and close. A few seconds later, there was a muffled knocking noise. I looked up and listened. The knocking noise repeated itself, but it didn’t seem to be coming from the door to my room. It happened a third time, and I realized that it was coming from the door connecting my room to the one next to it. “Hello?” I called.
“Hi,” came a giggling, girlish voice, slightly muffled by the doors. “Open the door so we can come visit you!” I chuckled, answering that I didn’t think that was a good idea. “But it’s spring break,” whined the girl. I heard a second, more distant muffled giggle in the background. “We want to party with you! You’re right next door for the whole week!”
“That’s OK,” I smiled. “Like I said, it wouldn’t be a good idea. You don’t know me.”
“But we’re cute,” was the answering giggle. It turned sweet and inviting a couple of seconds later. “We’re two really, really hot babes an’ we wanna party with you! Pleeeease open the door!”
I didn’t want to see if the girls lived up to their self-description. It had been almost two months, and I had refused to relieve myself, despite having intense Daisy fantasies for the last week, waking and sleeping. “I’m sorry ladies, but I’m here to hang out with my girlfriend, and she’s supposed to be here any minute. I’m afraid the door’s going to have to remain shut for the week.”
There was a little more pleading, and the sound of one door opening; fortunately, both rooms had a door. She started knocking continuously. “Yoo-hoo! Cute guy next door… we’re even closer to you now…” I sighed inwardly, hoping that I could spend the rest of the week in Daisy’s room, and ready to pick up the phone to call the front desk to see if they could connect me to her room. The cajoling died down after a few more seconds. Suddenly, I heard a very familiar voice call, “Will Redmond, you open this door right now!”
I opened the door, mouth agape, and Daisy burst through and threw herself into my arms. “Surprise! Like how I got us rooms together?” We kissed, hot and wet for a few instants, and then Daisy stepped back, looking delectable in her bikini. “Will, I’d like you to meet Sheila, my roommate and best friend at college.”
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. Daisy’s roommate was a couple of inches taller than Daisy, and she had long, thick, auburn hair to the middle of her back. Her eyes were glowing, almost jade in their color and intensity. Sheila’s body was trim, with breasts larger and fuller than Daisy’s without being out-of-proportion, to her willowy curves. A dazzling smile and cute, upturned nose highlighted a beautiful, flawless face dotted by a few freckles, one that could compete for attention with her trim body. “Hi Will, Daisy’s told me so much about you. I’m happy to get to meet you.” She extended a narrow, delicate, lady’s hand, and I bowed and kissed it. Sheila giggled and flashed a palpitation-inducing smile. “Classy. That’s a nice change from today.”
I asked Daisy what that meant, and she said, “Guys trying to impress us on the beach by doing stupid shit.” She pulled out a cigarette, and I lit it for her. Her second drag ended in a huge, slow, snap-inhale. She waited, eyes sparkling with mischief, and turned her head to the side, slightly inclined, and exhaled a slow, sculpted stream from her lips. Sheila asked if she could get a light as well, and I lit her Marlboro Light 100. There was nothing spectacular about her drag, other than it was long, smooth, and deep. She lifted her chin to exhale, pursed her lips… and nothing happened. Suddenly, smoke flowed, first from her nostrils in a stream, and then from her mouth in a long, gray silky ribbon as her breasts pushed forward. While it wasn’t as flamboyant and sexy as Daisy’s smoking, the fact that Sheila was a twelve-and-a-half on a scale of ten made it spectacular. My girlfriend gave me a knowing smile. “So we’re gonna get cleaned up, and then we’ll head out for dinner.”
Being a mere mortal in the company of two goddesses, one on each arm, does wonders for one’s ego. The men we passed gave me looks of envy, while the women had predatory curiosity in their eyes as we walked to the restaurant. After dinner, the girls wanted to go out for drinks and dancing. I worried about being underage, but Sheila told me not to. “I know which clubs are less likely to check ages, and we can go there.” We walked a little ways until we found a place with music blaring and people dancing inside and out, and Sheila indicated this looked like a place that I could at least hang at. The doorman looked at me first, then at Sheila and Daisy on my arms, and waved us in, giving me an impressed nod. By some miracle, we found an unoccupied table, and three different packs of cigarettes hit the table. I lit Sheila’s Marlboro Light 100 first, then Daisy’s Virginia Slim Light.
I took turns dancing (as much as you could call it that) with the girls, with Daisy declining all offers when I was on the floor with Sheila, although Sheila would dance with other guys. After two drinks, I switched to soda, while the girls continued to party. Daisy lit a cigarette, french-inhaling forever, and gave me her special smile before tossing her head and gaily exhaling. Shortly thereafter, the night sort of—fell apart. A boisterous group of well-muscled boys joined our table uninvited, and quickly positioned themselves to surround the table, while relegating me to the periphery. I got a glimpse of Sheila and Daisy doing their best to ignore the boys and their juvenile behavior. I pushed my way into a small gap to retrieve my soda from the table, and all of a sudden, I was pushed back—hard. A sandy-blond haired hulk was screaming at me. He pushed me again, still yelling at me, trying to goad me into a fight. “Whatever,” I said, and turned to walk away. He grabbed me, and all of a sudden, I was at the bottom of a heap of bodies.
There was a lot of shouting and yelling, and I was roughly pulled to my feet and dragged towards the exit by an enormous bald-headed guy. Resigned to being ejected, I didn’t resist and said nothing, hoping that once outside, I wouldn’t be assaulted by the guy who had started the fracas, and the girls would find me before too long. We stopped near the door as the testosterone boys were being forcibly funneled onto the street. Once the doorway was clear, I saw the doorman—the big guy who had let me in—look outside, then at me. Before the bald-headed guy could resume dragging me out, he asked, “He given you any trouble?” The answer was negative, and he nodded, saying, “Then he’s OK. Let him go back to his table,” and the bald-headed guy let go of me, looking surprised, as was I. The doorman leaned to me and quietly said, “It isn’t a good idea for you to leave just yet. Give those guys a chance to go to some other bar and find someone else to pick on.”
Daisy and Sheila were gathering their things when I returned. “Are you all right?” Daisy asked, hugging me. Sheila also gave me a hug. I assured them that except for some minor soreness from falling at the bottom of the pile, I was unhurt, and relayed the doorman’s comment. “That’s unusual,” said Sheila. “Normally they just throw everybody out, let it get settled on the street and leave it for the cops to clean up.” The table got quiet, the earlier festive mood having been broken. Unbidden, a round of complimentary drinks arrived at the table, and I saw the doorman standing discreetly nearby, watching our table. I raised my glass to him, and he returned a brief, stone-faced nod. Sheila opened a fresh pack of Marlboro Lights 100s, and reached for the lighter. I gently held out my hand to stop her, saying, “please allow me,” and she returned a brief half-smile as I lit it for her. I showed the lighter to Daisy, who replied, “No thanks, Will, I’m OK.” Sheila smoked quickly, taking her usual deep, smooth drags, but she turned her head to the side to exhale, and they were hurried, noisy, and directed downwards towards the floor. Amid little conversation, and left alone by other patrons, we finished our drinks and left under the watchful eye of the doorman.
We started to walk back to the hotel, but now that it was later at night, the girls drew much more attention from alcohol-infused males. There were catcalls, less-than-polite overtures, and outright rude propositions. One guy yelled, “BITCH!” at Sheila after she politely rebuffed his advances.
“I gotta get off the street,” Daisy said, upset, and she ducked into a small grocery store. We picked up some juice, soda, and a couple bottles of booze, while trying to regain some equilibrium. My girlfriend hesitated at the door for an instant after we paid. I gently put a hand on her arm, put my bag down, and hailed a taxi for the short ride to the hotel. I gave the driver a sizeable tip, more than the fare, and got a card in return. “Name’s Frankie D,” said the driver. “You need a ride, call the company and ask for me.” He watched Sheila appreciatively as she stepped out of his cab and gave me a smile before driving away. Daisy asked me why I had tipped him so much, and I showed her the card. “We have a designated driver for the remainder of the week. I’m hoping that it’ll prevent a recurrence of the problems we had tonight.”
As soon as we got back to our rooms, the doors between them opened. Sheila opened a fresh pack of cigarettes, lit it herself, and took a couple of drags, still exhaling downwards in a hurry. “Maybe we were dressed up too much.”
“Sheila, you’d make heads turn at a blind man’s convention,” I countered, adding, “It’s not the clothes,” with finality.
She blinked and turned to Daisy. “Wow. Does he always—?”
“Uh-huh,” my girlfriend replied. “Now you know why I like my men smart n’eloquent.”
Sheila took another drag, long and deep. This time, she sent the exhale towards the ceiling, with a thick stream coming from her nostrils at the end. “I dunno about you, but I need a drink after that. Too many juvenile frat boys.” The girls fixed drinks from the supplies we’d picked up, and then Daisy asked me for a cigarette. I picked up her Virginia Slims Lights; she hesitated, looking at her pack, then shook her head and pointed at my pack of More menthols. Giving me a surreptitious wink, she pulled two out when I gave it to her, allowing me to light both of them before handing me one. “I thought you hated menthols,” Sheila noted.
“These actually aren’t bad for menthols,” Daisy casually replied, taking a drag punctuated with a quick snap- and french-inhale combination followed by a free oral exhale. “It’s a—” I gave Daisy a pleading look. “—change of pace. I might pick up a pack of More regulars while I’m here. That’s what my mom smokes, and I’ve smoked enough of hers that I kinda like them once in a while.” She drew on the More and tilted her head all the way back, leisurely releasing the smoke straight up.
Sheila returned, “Well, I’ve never tried those—regular or menthol. It reminds me of a cigar.” Daisy told her that she should take a chance because it was spring break, but she looked unconvinced. “Well… maybe,” she finally equivocated. “If you promise not to tell anybody I was smokin’ a cigar.”
After two more drinks, the girls were laughing and giggling as if the night had yet to start. Daisy was smoking with flair, checking on my reaction with each slow snap-inhale; it was getting difficult to hide my arousal from Sheila, so I was relieved when she announced that she was going to bed. The interior door closed and Daisy lit one of my Mores, taking a huge second drag, showing me the smoke swirling inside her mouth for an eternity before swallowing it, and sending it through the little “O” of her lips in a narrow, long stream.
I was excited, but before I could get to her, the door reopened, and Sheila stood there, still dressed. “The girl on the other side of the door is loud,” she complained. Indeed, with the interior door open, I could hear the sounds of vigorous lovemaking coming from the room next to hers. Daisy looked at me and shrugged, but she didn’t spare me her next stylish drag and exhale, looking cute with the still-long cigarette held vertically, away from her body.
Once the interior door was closed, the fucking noise was greatly muted. Now that Daisy and I were not going to be able to have sex, I climbed into the bed, fully clothed, citing fatigue, and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning sandwiched between the girls, with my erection pressing against Daisy’s ass, and Sheila’s arm across me from behind. Carefully, and slowly, I extricated myself and went to the bathroom. Sheila shifted, occupying my vacated space, but did not wake.
I fetched juice from the grocery store we had stopped at, and coffee and fresh croissants from a nearby pastry shop to provide breakfast for us. Daisy and Sheila were hung over, but were in bikinis by noon, and all of us were on the beach by one. “Need to get to bed earlier,” observed Daisy. “Otherwise, I’m not gonna get a tan.”
The three of us lay on the beach, Daisy next to me, holding my hand. Boys circulated around us trying to get the girls to pay attention. Sheila would leave with a group from time to time, returning alone, and carrying drinks. Some asshole kicked sand in my face, and tried his best to impress Daisy, but she just tightened her grip on my hand and smiled at me. He gave up after five minutes of being ignored.
Frankie D drove us to an upscale Italian restaurant with an attached nightclub for dinner. Daisy thought it would help avoid a repeat of the previous night, since it was a little too expensive for most students. After dinner, we went to the nightclub to dance. It was a much more sedate environment than any of the clubs on the lively strip, but that left us in the company of older people who left us alone. I lit Sheila’s Marlboro Light 100 and was rewarded with a bright smile and sweet sounding, “Thank You.” She drew steadily on it and lifted her chin. Smoke streamed from her nose in thick ribbons, and then she pursed her lips and blew. It was almost mesmerizing despite its lack of flair. Her beauty and graceful movements made it spectacular.
The girls taught me to foxtrot, and although I was a little underdressed, the few patrons and staff seemed not to care. I went to buy our second round of drinks while the ladies “powdered their noses.” While the bartender busied himself with our order, a guy sitting by himself quietly asked me, “Are they—local?”
“No,” I replied. “The brunette is my girlfriend, and the redhead is her roommate. We’re just here for spring break.”
“Pay up, Al,” the bartender interjected. The man took out a twenty and handed it to him. “And the round for the gentleman and his companions.” Al waved grumpily and said, “Yeah, yeah,” without meeting my eyes. I looked inquisitively at the bartender. “He bet me twenty that your friends were—rented. I told him the brunette definitely wasn’t, so he upped the ante—said he’d buy you a round if neither of ‘em were pros, otherwise he drinks on the house. It was a sucker bet.”
“How’dja know, Gus?” Al defeatedly asked.
“Been bartending for almost forty years,” was the reply. “Seen a woman in love enough to know what it looks like, and buddy, that brunette is all yours for the askin’.” Gus garnished the drinks, and said, “Free advice for ya kid, the redhead may be a ten for a while, but don’t toss the brunette; she’ll stick with ya.”
I had a big smile on my face when I walked back to the table. Daisy and Sheila appeared about a minute later, laughing and giggling, dragging me onto the dance floor for an awkward three-person foxtrot. Sheila pulled a fresh pack of Marlboro Light 100s from her purse, but an older gentleman interrupted her as she was tamping the pack by asking her to dance. She flashed him her dazzling smile, and held out her arm to be escorted onto the floor.
Daisy pulled a More from my pack and coyly held it aloft, waiting for me to light it. I kidded her about changing brands, but my thoughts died mid-sentence as she performed a slow, yet casual, creamy, french-inhale, and turned her head to the side for a lazy oral exhale, again looking very much like her mother. “I’ll buy you another carton—and definitely some regulars for this week. I know what you like,” she throatily intoned. Hidden by the table, her free hand gave me a fondle, and before I could protest, Daisy drew smoothly on the More, tilted her head back a little, and exhaled twin streams from her nostrils for several seconds, eyes narrowed in dangerous invitation. Her intentions were clear.
I asked Daisy if this was our last round of drinks, and she answered by drawing on the slender brown cigarette, slowly letting a creamy ball escape, before leisurely cocking her head and exhaling upwards and to the side, just like her mother. Sheila interrupted the moment by returning to the table, excitedly panting. “He’s a really good dancer! No offense, Will, but you should dance with him, Daisy!”
My girlfriend put out her barely-smoked More, and looked at her roommate. “No-o-o-o,” she said, drawing out the word, “I think I wanna leave after this drink and go back to the hotel. Make it an early night.”
Frankie D had us back in the hotel, doors open between the rooms, by ten. Drinks were flowing and the girls were excitedly chattering, wondering if it was worth renting a car and going to the amusement park for a day. “Will’s a great driver!” enthused Daisy. “Plus, he’s cool with being a designated driver.” Sheila was torn, vacillating by the minute. They seemed almost hyper. Even though she wasn’t trying to arouse me, watching Daisy smoke her Virginia Slim Light made me wonder what Sheila was going to do when Daisy and I were—occupied.
I got up to hit the john—the girls were still animatedly talking, so it would be a while before I could get Daisy alone. When I came out, Daisy was saying, “He’ll say no. He doesn’t do that kinda stuff.”
“Do what kind of stuff?” I jovially asked.
“Cocaine,” Daisy brightly answered. “Sheila scored some on the beach for us and was willing to share with ya.” I shook my head vigorously and asked her why she did coke. “It makes partying funner.” Noting my slight air of disapproval, she continued, “You know what else coke does to me?” in a soft voice. I said no. Daisy leaned close and whispered, “It makes me extra horny.” She kissed my ear, making me tremble.
“Ummmm… Daisy…” She had started kissing me on the neck and my cock was waking up, so it was getting difficult to think. “Ummm… Sheila’s here.” Daisy ran her hand lightly across my chest.
Daisy lazily got up and walked over to her roommate. “Y’hear that, Sheil’? He’s concerned about you. Didn’t I tell ya how sweet he is?” She sidled up to Sheila, and turned to me. “But you don’t hafta worry, Will. Sheila gets super, super horny—an’ let’s just say that boys aren’t always—” Sheila leaned to Daisy with an open mouth, and they kissed, mouths locked, tongues dueling. You have got to be kidding me! “—a good option. Especially drunk, horny frat boys. They tend to forget about you an’ only pay attention to their dicks.”
My mouth hung open. Who is this woman? This isn’t the Daisy Woodford I know. She uses coke and has sex with girls— My dick interrupted, saying, —that last one’s good enough for me! Time to stand up and salute!
“I hope you don’t mind sharing tonight,” Sheila said, her smile having become incredibly erotic. She gave Daisy an eagerly-accepted, short, wet kiss. “From what Daisy tells me, I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t wanna share.”
Daisy had returned to the bed and immediately started playing with my bulge, still restrained in my jeans. “When did you decide you were—ummm—” Her ministrations were extremely distracting. “—bisexual?”
“Let’s talk later, Will,” Daisy purred, her eyes broadcasting incredible lust. “Sheila asked you a question. Y’gonna be greedy and kick her out?”
I wanted to be with Daisy more than anything else in the world. I had spent the last two weeks having almost-constant fantasies of her and I pleasuring each other for six nights. None of them involved a third party. My dick began to ache, Daisy kept rubbing it and kissing my neck and ear… “Shecanjoinus,” I exhaled with a lust-fueled growl, hearing Sheila’s excited squeal in response. Daisy ordered me to take my pants off.
“Oooohhhh!” Sheila cooed as my cock was revealed. “I like that! Can I go first?” I was going to protest, but she rendered the question rhetorical by dropping to her knees and completely engulfing my still-lengthening dick in one effortless stroke. Sheila bobbed her head without a single pause or gasp, deep-throating me until I was hard. I collapsed onto the bed, my dick standing straight up. “Who do you think taught me?” Daisy whispered, hastily climbing onto my erection. This time, she was facing away from me, and I missed seeing her face as she slid up and down my dick, moaning sweetly in excitement—until I felt something soft and wet intermittently flicking along the exposed underside. Daisy’s strokes became shorter, she got wetter and louder, and then she started gasping “Oh! Oh! Oh!” rhythmically in time with the jerking of her hips. “OH! Sheila!”
The realization that Sheila was licking Daisy’s clit, and she was the cause of the soft, wet sensation earlier sent a surge of blood to my rigid dick. After a while, Daisy groaned, and her body relaxed. “Wowwwww…” she exhaled with me still inside her, showing no signs of softening.
“Well that was fun,” Sheila growled, and she lit a cigarette. “Here, Daisy, have a hit—it’s one of yours. With Daisy on my lap, I had no line of sight, but I did see smoke flowing from the side of her face, the movement of her back and the profile of her breasts. Sheila asked if it was her turn.
“Sorry, dear,” Daisy replied, “I get his first cum. But…” She asked me if I was close, and I said no. Daisy dismounted with a hiss, turned around, and eased back onto my cock, cigarette in hand. Taking a quick puff, she tossed her head back and exhaled noisily. My cock twitched inside her, and in response, she smiled, and drew steadily on her Virginia Slim Light, slowly snap-inhaled, waited a couple of seconds, before lazily turning her head to the side and pushing the smoke through her lips in a long, narrow stream. I made a noise, and she playfully slapped my chest twice with mischief in her eyes. “Hey roomie, y’want some o’ this?” Daisy asked, indicating the cigarette.
Sheila took the cigarette from Daisy, and they kissed deeply. I moaned and wiggled my hips. “Isn’t this hot, Will?” Sheila cooed. The gorgeous redhead took a carefree drag, shook her hair out, and exhaled thick trails of gray smoke from her nose and mouth before hungrily kissing Daisy. Pinned, all I could do was moan in excitement, my initial trepidation overwhelmed by the sheer heat of the situation. The girls finally separated, and Sheila took a drag from the cigarette before putting it out, tilting her head all the way back for another combined exhale. My girlfriend leaned forward, kissed me, and purred as she started to move her hips lazily.
Sheila complained about being left out. “Why don’t—mmmmm—you—ohhhh—let Will—” Daisy’s suggestion was interrupted by a jolt of pleasure; she gasped and shuddered. Kissing me again, she smiled, “You always feel so good!” and stopped moving for a moment. “—Sheila, let Will lick your pussy.” I saw the skeptical look, and so did Daisy. “Who do you think taught me—” She shot me an amused glance. “—from the receiving side, anyway.” Her roommate eagerly climbed aboard, arranging herself to face the headboard, away from Daisy, and all fuck broke loose.
Churning her hips with increasing urgency, Daisy came first, filling the room with soft, passionate cries. Sheila humped my face driving her hips forcefully, but slowly, downward to meet my questing tongue, her tangy juices trickling steadily onto my face. A long, high-pitched sigh accompanied her orgasm, and she melted off me onto the bed, giving me some needed oxygen. I shifted and began fucking Daisy from beneath while firmly holding her hips, pounding up into her. “Huh-huh-huh-huh!” whimpered my girlfriend in time with my frantic thrusts.
She began to quiver at the hips, and then I felt a huge, fiery blob of cum tear through my dick, and shoot into her slick, hot, gooey pussy. “HRRNNNGGGHHHH!” A low, guttural grunt was torn from my throat as I bucked, burying me all the way inside her as the dam holding back over forty days of cum burst, flooding Daisy’s pussy. She tossed her head wildly, and suddenly her eyes went wide, her body vibrated like a tuning fork, and she came again, soaking my pubic hair with the mixture of our cum as she panted, “Ohshit-ohshit-ohshit-ohshit,” repeatedly.
Finally, sweat-covered and panting noisily, my legs gave out and my butt hit the bed with a soft thump. A few seconds later, I heard the click of a lighter, and saw Sheila pacing around the room, taking a deep drag, exhaling through her nose and mouth at an upwards angle and repeating the cycle as the last wisps of smoke were leaving her nose. It was too soon to have any physical effect. Daisy lay on top of me, shuddering with aftershocks, kissing me from time to time. Sheila disappeared into the bathroom. “She doesn’t know, Will,” Daisy whispered. “It’s our secret, unless you decide to tell her.”
“Still coke horny?” I asked.
“Not so much after that,” smiled Daisy. I asked her about her newfound bisexuality. “You’ve seen how hot my roommate is,” she began. “And Sheila’s… not picky between boys and girls when she’s horny, which is a lot. When I told you about Marie n’me, what I didn’t tell you is that I wanted to do more, but she weirded out, so I stopped. So… it’s not really new.” Daisy hesitated. “Does this make you—love me any less… or—”
“—It just makes me wonder how we can—fulfill—that side of you moving forward,” I replied. “I don’t love you any less—and I never will.” Daisy grabbed me and we kissed until I felt the first faint stirrings of arousal.
My girlfriend pulled away with stars in her eyes. “Speaking of willing third parties… hey, you OK in there, roomie?”
The toilet flushed, and Sheila stepped out, still naked, complaining, “So I guess it’s bedtime now.”
Daisy lit a Virginia Slim Light and wrapped her hand around my dick. “Only if you want it to be.” She snap-inhaled slowly, holding the smoke while she lightly masturbated me. “Will’s got a lot more left,” purred Daisy, ejecting bursts of smoke coming with each word. Sheila watched my cock lengthen with open interest. “So.”
“Lemme help,” her roommate cooed and knelt, replacing Daisy’s hand with her mouth and throat, eagerly fellating me, making my dick disappear in a rush of red hair. I was hard again in a couple of minutes. Sheila looked up at Daisy questioningly,
“I’m gonna have another cigarette. It was so good I need another,” smiled Daisy with a nod, at which Sheila bounced to her feet and dragged me to the bed, kissing me as we fell.
She cocked her legs and I accepted the invitation without any hesitation, plunging into her. She wrapped her arms around me. Sheila’s body moved with mine perfectly, maximizing the length of my strokes without letting my dick escape the velvet of her pussy. Soft growls came from her throat culminating in an alto sigh as she came. “Oh!” Sheila squeaked in surprise when I resumed thrusting at her.
“Told ya,” Daisy smirked from somewhere out of my sight. “He cums once, he can fuck for a while.” I continued driving my cock into Sheila, stopping to change position to my favorite. Bracing one of her legs against my chest, I slow fucked Daisy’s roommate nearly insensate, intermittently playing with her clit while my hips moved, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and letting her come down a little before starting again. Sheila’s fair body was almost completely red, her rounded tits an even darker shade, the nipples rock-hard and angry-looking.
“Noooooooo!” she cried as I pulled out, reaching desperately for me, but I didn’t leave her empty for long. Putting Sheila on her back once again, I spread her legs wide and slid back into her, forcing air through her vocal cords. “GRNNFFFF!” Her creamy complexion quickly turned red as I pounded away at her some more.
I lost my rhythm as something flashed on the periphery, and then, to my shock, Daisy perched on the side of the bed by the headboard, crossed her legs in a ladylike fashion, and lit a holdered Virginia Slim Light. She pursed her lips and mouthed, “Fuck her.” I obeyed, redoubling my efforts while watching Daisy pose for me, smoking elegantly, most effeminately. Unaware, Sheila began growling; suddenly, she sighed, “Ohhhh, I’m gonna cum again,” and promptly went into orgasm, grabbing me with crazed strength and kissing me so hard that I saw stars.
I looked up to see a trail of smoke blossom from Daisy’s lips, legs still crossed, holder at the end of an extended arm, and my second orgasm of the night quickly welled up in my loins, and with one mighty thrust, I shot into Sheila. I pulled my hips back, neurons frying, and Sheila grabbed my ass. I slammed into her again, firing another burning load deep into her pussy. She held me in place until I had given her every drop and had softened too much for her pussy to keep me inside. Daisy had vanished.
“Ohhhhhh…” moaned Sheila, “I think I’m going to sleep now…” Daisy re-entered the room from their side of the suite. “Got a cig Daisy? I can’t move,” Sheila happily crooned. “Will… that was… great. Now I know why she’s so picky!”
The following night, we went to a dinner as a foursome, because Sheila found Brian, a tan, well-muscled blond guy from Arizona on the beach who turned her on, and she spent the night with him in the other room while Daisy and I had agreed to spend the night without sex. I noted that Sheila was a very quiet lay; if a guy was counting on making her scream to indicate how good he was doing, he’d lose all self-confidence.
“Yeah,” Daisy concurred with a giggle, “I can hear Brian more than her right now.” She looked at me. “So… what didja think of my little femme fatale act last night?” I said I was shocked, but I enjoyed it… and that it probably cut Sheila’s fun short by a few minutes. She beamed, proudly saying, “Her pussy didn’t get you off, but my holder smoking did.” Daisy kissed me. “Y’know, Sheila didn’t get my attraction to you when she first saw you. Now she thinks you’re a sex god. She loved your slow-fucking thing… and you fucked the coke horny out of her. She was thinkin’ that she needed to be pretty hot to get into being with you. Now I think she’d like to get slow-fucked again without coke. Did you want to tell her about—?”
I thought about it, and decided that three-way sex was interesting. I wasn’t sure how to tell Sheila about my fetish, but Daisy told me to leave that part to her. Before we went to the beach the next day, Daisy told Sheila that I was interested in “a fun evening.” Her roommate’s response was to decline every advance that was made that day, and buy room service for dinner so we didn’t have to leave our suite. She throatily advised me to, “Eat light.”
Daisy tossed a carton of More menthols onto my bed. “I’ve smoked enough of them this week that I figure I owe ya.” She also pulled out a pack of regulars, and fit one into her holder. Sheila remarked how long her smoke seemed as I lit Daisy’s More, and Daisy countered with, “It makes me feel sexier… and Will thinks it makes me look sexier.” By midnight, Sheila had smoked half the pack of Mores, and developed an amazingly huge french-inhale that was immediately followed by a voluminous combination exhale. The highlight for me was seeing thick streams of smoke flowing from Sheila’s flared nostrils, as More in hand, she worked her way down to my pubic hair, my cock disappearing in her throat. Daisy went to sleep in the other room at about four while I tortured Sheila deliciously with her second exclusive long, slow screw of the night. No amount of sexy posturing or deep throating could revive my cock over the next thirty-six hours. Thursday, I assfucked Sheila while she ate Daisy, Daisy rode me while smoking Virginia Slim Lights through her holder (and passing it off to Sheila when the feeling got too intense,) and, pardon the pun, we daisy-chained oral sex, with Sheila getting my dick hard for Daisy’s subsequent ass fuck.
Saturday morning, Sheila stood naked between the rooms with a Marlboro Light 100 and posed, with a very fetching coy expression on her face. “I know that tonight’s reserved for Daisy, but…” I looked at my girlfriend, who smiled, gave her roommate a short wet kiss, and closed the door behind her as she left for the beach.
I returned to school exhausted and fucked out. Neither Elaine’s sexy More smoking nor Karla’s increasingly insistent attempts at seducing me were enough to raise the flagpole. Instead of worrying about taking care of my horniness, I concentrated on school and had enough free time to make a decent amount of money from tutoring inspired by the panic of approaching exams.
Daisy waited three days after I got home for summer break to come visit. After being the All-American Good Girl while chatting with my parents, we headed to her house for dinner for my reciprocal visit—with a stop at a nearby park to neck for a while. She apologized for leaving me horny, but we weren’t going to have a chance to be alone for another week—there was work being done at the summer house. I admitted my extreme disappointment, and told her that I’d been chaste by choice since Spring Break due to sexual exhaustion. “Then you’re all recharged now?” Daisy grinned. I put her hand on my groin, which surged at her touch, and she exclaimed, “Oh, goody!”
Daisy’s parents greeted me with their usual warmth; it almost seemed as if I was a member of the family already. I told them that I was leaning towards graduate school because I enjoyed teaching, and I was moderately successful at tutoring. Daisy sat next to me; she would wait for me to light her Virginia Slim Light as an expected courtesy. Her mother was still smoking Mores with a feminine grace that her daughter had yet to match. The slow arc of her arm as it brought the cigarette to her mouth for a long, steady drag, followed by a slow parting of the lips as she removed the long cylinder, returning it to its resting place by her hips. Smoke drifted from those lips for a few seconds, only to be pulled back in, and then Mrs. Woodford lazily cocked her head slightly upwards, simultaneously turning to the side just a little. Her nose sent gray-white trails into the air, joined by another thick ribbon from her lips… and it was all done so… naturally. While Daisy’s flamboyant smoking may have excited me more, it was something she worked at, and that made it less… sexy.
I returned to my summer lab job, while Daisy worked for her father, so we didn’t see each other during the week. We finally got a chance to be alone after two weeks. Her parents went to the summer house for the weekend early Friday afternoon—and did not invite her. I arrived at her house after work. She met me at the door in a sundress, with a Virginia Slim Light in a new white holder. “Welcome home, honey! How was your day at the office?” Daisy smiled. She asked, “Can you see yourself coming home to this?” as she dragged on her holdered cigarette, looking delectably rich, young, and beautiful. “I have dinner—real food, not the other kind—ready. Let’s eat and then we can—discuss—plans for the rest of the evening.” There was a sparkle in her eyes that said talking was the last thing on her mind.
“Sheila wants to come visit for a week,” she sighed after we’d greeted each other with a vigorous good morning Saturday. “I’m not sure if I’m up for that. What do you think?”
I was non-committal, pointing out that we both had jobs. Daisy countered that hers was optional, if she had a good reason to miss a week, and her roommate knew that. “I think she really just wants to fuck you again,” Daisy confessed. “I let that genie out of the bottle, so to speak. I’m sorry.” I noted that the three of us had fun over Spring Break, and our relationship hadn’t been damaged because of it.
“Besides, where else are you going to find a willing, gorgeous bi-girl this summer?” I smiled. “The challenge is going to be hiding your bisexuality from your parents, Daisy. Sheila isn’t exactly the most discreet person.”
Daisy managed to negotiate Sheila down to a long weekend. I didn’t see her until Saturday afternoon at the summer house, and it was a repeat of the last days of Spring Break. Both girls were in sexual overdrive all weekend; although they did not use coke in front of me or offer me any, it wasn’t hard to guess how they got there. It was also forgotten as Daisy dragged on a More and kissed Sheila, who broke the kiss to exhale to the side through her nose and mouth before pulling my girlfriend’s mouth back to hers for another greedy kiss. She gave me a smoldering look and took the cigarette from Daisy. Sheila’s first drag ended in a huge open-mouthed, snap-french inhale and thick smoke poured from her nostrils and mouth, and she filled Daisy’s mouth with her second, as they kissed some more. “Lemme show you my new trick, Sheila,” Daisy hurriedly breathed, coating my cock with Vaseline. I worked my dick into Daisy’s asshole, feeling harder than I could ever remember. Sheila hungrily kissed me and then took another of her flowing drags. As I started to establish a rhythm, Sheila held the cigarette for Daisy to puff. There was nothing stylish about her exhale, hurried and shapeless, but Daisy was busy, and began to rock on her hands and knees, fucking my cock with increasing energy. “Ohhh… Ohhh… god, Will… That’s it… Oh, Will… Ohhh… Ohhh… ” Her back was turning red, and I knew what was about to happen. Suddenly, Daisy slammed herself back into my hips and vibrated. I slowly pulled back, and then pushed forward, and—“AAUUUUGGGHHHH!” Daisy squirted, forcefully this time. With a shudder, her body relaxed, but she began to moan in increasing pitch as I resumed my fucking, gentle, but going as deeply into her ass as I could. Within a few strokes she was red again. “Ohhh… shit… Will… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… SQUIRT!” She did, her legs turned to jelly, and Daisy slid off my dick with a loud gasp.
As frustrating as it was for me, Sheila was absolutely speechless. My girlfriend pushed herself back onto her hands and knees after a few seconds, presenting her ass once again. “Ohhhhhhh…” The deep, throaty moan as I re-entered her energized me, and as soon as I was able to move freely inside her ass, I was pumping steadily at her, feeling the familiar tingle start. Then I felt something inside me, moving— A bright flash of light was all I could see, my hearing disappeared as my balls lurched mightily, filling Daisy’s ass with lots of cum. Next thing I knew, Sheila was alternating kissing me and Daisy from above as we lay on the bed, spent.
“W-w-what the fuck was that?” I managed.
“Prostate massage,” Sheila replied with a lascivious smile. “Always wanted to do that to a guy.” I told her to warn me the next time. “You didn’t like it?” she worried. I reassured her that it was just because it made me cum harder than ever before, it almost felt like my heart was exploding. The gorgeous redhead chain-smoked three Marlboro Light 100s while waiting for Daisy and I to recover enough to sit up. An hour later, it was Sheila on her hands and knees. Daisy lay beneath her roommate, licking her clit and the underside of my cock while I pounded away at Sheila’s pussy from behind. She came twice, and I didn’t last as long as I had during Spring Break. My slightly painful ejaculation produced little cum, but more dribbled out when Sheila rolled onto her back and I watched, spellbound, as Daisy continued licking Sheila with my load in her until she came a third time. We all slept well that night.
The next morning, Sheila and Daisy shared a cigarette while deep-throating my cock, instigating a pre-breakfast round of sex, with Sheila riding my dick and Daisy my face. After lunch, we returned to the bedroom, where I fucked Daisy while she attempted to eat Sheila. I had intended to do the same to Sheila afterwards, but I was worn out, and could only watch while the girls made love next to me. My cock began to show some very weak signs of interest around six p.m. when Daisy shared her More in its cigarette holder with her roommate. I knew that it would still be a while before I could play, so I said my goodbyes, necking with each of the girls, and regretfully left after showering early Sunday evening—only because I had to go to work Monday. Tired, sore, and extremely satiated, I shut the door as Sheila was burrowing between an eager Daisy’s legs yet again.
That was also the start of a long dry spell for both of us. By now, everybody except my mother knew Daisy and I were sexually active with each other, and I think even she knew it, but just didn’t want to admit it to herself. Nonetheless, we still had to keep appearances, and it was difficult to find a pretext to be alone. Now that Daisy and I were almost engaged, the families spent more time together, so Daisy and I found ourselves going out in the company of one set or the other of parents. To be fair, my dad had always kept a respectful distance from Daisy; after all, she was the boss’ daughter, so my folks didn’t know her anywhere near as well as Mr. and Mrs. Woodford had gotten to know me, so Daisy spent a lot of time with my family. Unfortunately, after those events, we would return to our respective homes, and goodnight kisses were always short. The fourth of July party coincided with the fiftieth anniversary of the company, so instead of the usual summer house party, it was held at a park, and we couldn’t steal away.
Fortune smiled on us two weeks later; my parents and I had been scheduled to go to New York City on vacation, but I had to drop out because there was an important experiment at work that needed to be monitored until it finished sometime Saturday. Daisy was there at one-thirty Saturday afternoon to pick me up, amidst envious looks from my lab compatriots, and we went to the summer house, where she let me sleep until dusk.
“God, Jimmy Ford is such a pain,” Daisy grumbled as she made dinner for us. “I had that thing at the club last night, and he wouldn’t leave me alone. Just because we played doctor back in fourth grade and spin the bottle in sixth…”
“He thinks you’re hot—which you are,” I replied. “I take it that Marie isn’t interested anymore?”
Daisy said that Marie’s interest ended shortly after New Year’s Eve. “He thinks that his looks and money should get any girl he wants. Just like in high school. He thinks we haven’t changed.”
“So he just doesn’t believe that you’d fall in love with ‘Charity Case’ from school. The lower-class scholarship kid.”
“Oh, but I have fallen in love… with Will Redmond,” Daisy returned, pausing her dinner preparations to rest her arms lightly on my shoulders. “A better class of person than Jimmy Ford, Roberts Baldwin the fourth, and any of those other guys from the club.” She lit a Virginia Slim Light after dinner, and placed it in a long black holder. “Ice cream or sex for dessert?” Daisy grinned as she reclined into the sofa, holder held high, knowing the answer before she asked the question.
“How many cigarette holders do you have now?” I asked, with a note of surprise, feeling quite turned on.
“Four,” she said. “I figured you might like the variety. Besides, it made Mrs. Coxe feel like she’s relevant. Since we’ve been so busy and apart this summer—” Daisy took a deep drag from her holder, held from beneath, and silently eased her chest forward, producing a long stream from pursed lips. “—I asked her about them, because I almost never see her without one. She didn’t use them during etiquette lessons. Did you know that she has almost two dozen?” She tapped the ash off the end of her cigarette, and, breasts rising, drew again on the holder. Lazily turning her head to the side like her mother, she pursed her lips and noiselessly blew. “She was so thrilled that I asked that she gave me this one along with a lesson on how to use it properly—like a lady.” Turning to face me, she posed, sitting forward, back slightly arched, which pushed her chest forward, with the holder held at mid-stem from beneath, with thumb on one side and three fingers on the other. “Since you like it so much, I thought I should do it right for you.” I told her to put it out, because she was doing it right.
Daisy’s parents went out of town over the last weekend we had before returning to our respective schools, implicitly leaving us our choice of places to play. She lay beneath me, arms wrapped around my back and her legs cocked, thrusting her hips to set our fucking rhythm. Panting softly with each thrust, she whimpered, “Iloveyou… Iloveyou… Iloveyou…” into my ear. We were too busy making love over the weekend to smoke very much. Daisy had brought her holders, but they went unused as we would glance at each other and be ready for more sex. It was as if our bodies knew that they would not be together for the next three months, because my refractory period seemed to be the amount of time it took Daisy to smoke a post-orgasm Virginia Slim Light. We showered thoroughly Sunday night before she took me home, washing the sex-filled weekend’s scent off so that she could visit with my folks for a little while.
“See you at Christmas,” I said, kissing her at the car. “I may just wait for you until then—it’s my choice, Daisy Woodford.”
“And I wanna wait for you, Will Redmond. I’ll try my best,” she solemnly promised.
“Oh, and Daisy—Sheila doesn’t count,“ I lightly said.
“That’ll make it a lot easier to wait til Christmas,” Daisy smiled.