Daisy Marie Powell Woodford. We’ve had a relationship for almost forty years, and it’s still going strong today. Daisy is a year older than I am, and as embarrassing as it is for her to admit that she was drunk at the time, she was the first girl to touch me sexually (a hand job.) She was also the second girl I ever fucked—after working really hard to set me up with my first. Although we’ve never had a dating relationship, we’ve been fuck buddies off and on over the course of that relationship, even after I married. My friend is still beautiful, with her hair still golden-brown, and her womanly figure only slightly larger than it was when we first met. She has one of those faces that ages slowly and when we’ve been out at a nightclub or restaurant, she still gets men, some of whom are young enough to be her son, to look, and the boldest ones approach, thinking she’s twenty years younger. She can be jeans-and-beer casual or east coast debutante designer-gown-and-champagne elegant with equal ease and comfort, although she definitely prefers the former.
A new year meant a new batch of smoking freshman girls, and temptation was everywhere. Harrison Lounge seemed to attract them in droves, regardless of where their classes were. Karla had also discovered my hangout and joined my table. She had switched to Marlboro Lights, the short ones, and so I was even less interested in her than the previous year. She’s cute, she’s hot, she was fun, but it was a mistake. Colin also dropped by my table, flattering me with his attention, and making me laugh. I asked him why he came to our school instead of going to another school, one more renowned for its arts program, because he was genuinely talented. “With my ego? Better to be a big fish in a small pond, Will,” he replied. Dee had found a boyfriend, and so she would stop by, but made it clear that she could no longer be on my dance card. She sounded slightly regretful, improving my ego, and was still the arousing Benson & Hedges Lights smoker, with her long drags, big smile, and thick, streaming exhales.
Chrissie was still a monitor in the arcade, smoking Winston Lights 100s, frequently receiving visits from Mary Anne, with her big draws on her Virginia Slim Light menthol, long, thick, billowing all-oral cone exhales, and weird looks at me.
With Harrison being full of Virginia Slim Lights, Marlboro Lights 100s, and Benson & Hedges Lights smokers, as well as Elaine smoking Mores with me, hanging out was becoming overly distracting. The last straw was seeing a gorgeous, lithe Chinese girl take up residence there. I had seen her before, smoking Benson & Hedges menthol lights. Then one day, she pulled out a long brownish pack: Saratoga 120s. Her inhales were shallow, her exhales thin and fast, but she looked awesome with the cork-tipped 120 held high between her fingers. I decided that being around all these sexy smokers was going to drive me crazy, so I picked what I thought was a good alternative: I made myself available as a tutor for several classes, figuring that I might as well make money off my celibacy—besides, there was no smoking in the study carrels.
I was surprised by the response. Within a week, I had six students, among them Colin, who had put off taking the mandatory Calculus class, and now only had this semester to complete it, because his final semester was going to be dedicated to the school musical. Wendy, a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde freshman flummoxed by BASIC programming and Calculus, booked two hours a week. Of the four girls I tutored, I could tell that three of them smoked by a light scent of tobacco around them, but I was careful to avoid them in public whenever I could. They were all attractive, and from a distance, looked like they were sexy when they smoked—especially Wendy. The net result was that I had less time to hang out in Harrison—or anywhere else for that matter—so I saw fewer girls smoking. There was less temptation, and I dreamed about Daisy more often.
Daisy called me every other week or so, usually on Saturday. I had to remind her that I did not have a private telephone and that I wasn’t in my room a couple of times. She had started to describe her smoking for me in a very sexy tone, and there was enough traffic around that it would have been awkward getting back to my room. Although I missed her, and loved hearing her voice, her calls didn’t always leave me with the best feeling; the closer to Saturday night she called, the more strange she sounded. Daisy would either talk very fast, jumping from subject to subject, or sound vaguely distracted. Occasionally, I could hear Sheila giggling in the background, and she would yell hi. As much as I tried not to think about it, I couldn’t help but wonder what drugs Daisy was using now, and how often. By all accounts, it hadn’t affected her grades, for she was on her school’s Dean’s List, and the expectation was that she would replace her father as the president of Woodford and Family someday.
Nonetheless, I put the doubts away and eagerly awaited her Saturday calls. The Saturday before Halloween, Daisy sounded a little drunk and kept trying to shush a distinctly male voice in the background. Of course, her efforts at trying to control a young, hormonally-driven male had the opposite effect. “C’MON DAISY, LET’S GO!!!” he bellowed. Suddenly, I heard her say, ‘No! Give it back!” before he came on the line and her protests faded to the background as he threatened, “She’s busy tonight with me. FUCK OFF, DUDE! DON’T CALL HER AGAIN OR I’LL PUNCH YER FUCKIN’ LIGHTS OUT!” The phone slammed in my ear. I waited for a few minutes, but she didn’t call back.
I was crushed. It was Halloween party weekend around campus, and there was a lot of juvenile behavior going on in the dorm. After opening my door three times for three different monsters trying to scare me, I sullenly dragged myself out for a walk around campus. She sure didn’t sound like she was trying to be faithful. I don’t care how coked up she was, I took my promise seriously. At least she could have tried. My bitter musing and aimless footsteps carried me past the Rathskellar, and after watching revelers there for a minute, I decided to head back to the dorm, where I could at least sequester myself from the rest of the world, where everybody seemed to be in a good mood.
I spun and almost ran into someone. It was Amber, one of the girls I was tutoring. She had gone into the Army to pay for college, so she was older than all but a handful of undergraduates, even though she was a freshman. “Hey Will!” she brightly greeted. Amber was from Texas, about my height, big-boned, but trim and muscular, but she was pretty in a fresh-faced natural way, even with her large round glasses, wearing her thick brown hair straight and trimmed just below the nape of the neck. Not that I had really noticed during our tutoring sessions because I had been so Daisy-focused, and not that I really noticed now. What did capture my attention was the burning white cylinder between her fingers. She hadn’t shown any signs of being a smoker during our tutoring sessions. “I didn’t know you were a smoker, Amber.”
“Only when I drink,” she happily replied. “I get it out of my system, and then I’m good for the next while.” She took a shallow puff, tossed her head, and sent a fine stream upwards into the night. “What brings you to the Rat? I didn’t think you were legal.” I told her that I wasn’t, and I was just getting out of the dorm for a walk. “You sound pretty down in the middle of all this Halloween partying. What’s wrong?”
“Is it that obvious?” Amber nodded. “Girl trouble,” I sighed, elucidating that I didn’t think I’d been dumped, I was just—disappointed.
“Will, you sound like a man who needs a drink,” Amber rejoined, lighting another Marlboro Light. I agreed, but noted that the age problem made that unlikely. “I can fix you one at my place. I owe you more than you’re charging for getting me through Physics. Bishop is a real bastard.” I agreed with her. Anybody who hadn’t wanted the seven-thirty a.m. class got saddled with George Bishop. Bishop read from the book and wrote exams that would challenge Ph. D. physicists. “Hell, just saying the man’s name makes me wanna go get drunk,” she grinned.
I told Amber that I was going to leave her to her Halloween Party and continue my walk. “Sure you don’t want that drink?” she asked. “I feel a little out-of-place at the frats. Some guy from one of my classes invited me, and I met him here at the Rat.” I immediately apologized for keeping her from her date. “No, I ditched him. Too juvenile.”
After a very brisk walk to her apartment, she fixed me hot cider and added a generous amount of dark rum. We talked over a couple of mugs, and the warmth and alcohol loosened our tongues. I complained about Daisy, while Amber talked about her Army experience. I got hard when she revealed that she started smoking by having cigars during coed poker games in her unit, and the faint scent in her apartment suddenly made sense. She offered me a third mug, and I followed her into the kitchen. There, completely out of character, my reserve weakened by Daisy’s betrayal (and rum,) I reached to Amber’s waist, pulled her to me, and kissed her. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done— had my advance been unwelcome, Amber was more than capable of hurting me. Instead, she gently pushed me away, breaking the kiss, softly asking, “You wanna spend the night?” as she removed her glasses. I nodded, enchanted by her simple, unadorned beauty. We kissed again, hungrier, more passionate, more urgent this time. Amber pulled away, turned, and headed down the hall to her bedroom, where we undressed without hurry. We both knew that we had agreed to, and were going to, have sex, which removed any spontaneous lustful rush. I kissed her, she spread her legs and positioned me, and then I pushed forward, and was inside her. We both moaned as the thrill of being intimately connected registered.
It wasn’t long before lust came into play, however. I pumped at Amber with long, hard strokes, our pubic bones crashing with intense force, her hands locked onto my hips as she moved to meet my downward thrusts, grunting with the effort of fucking Amber as hard as I could, greedily feeding my body’s desire for pleasure. She responded in kind, fucking back at me with equal ferocity, moaning throatily in counterpoint. It was as if we were competing to see who could make the other cum first. I lost.
I started to moan, “Uhhh… uhhhn… ohhh… Amber… Amber…” She bucked—hard, and suddenly her hand was wrapped around my cock; she squeezed, cutting off my ejaculation, but only for an instant. She started stroking again, and I exploded, losing sight, hearing, and everything else for an ecstatic eternity. I collapsed sideways, seeing puddles of my cum all over Amber’s body, and a huge smile on her face.
“Been a while, huh?” she noted. I told her sometime in August. “That’s not that long. You must be a lusty kinda guy.” She looked down and playfully ran her fingers through one of the larger puddles of cum on her tits. “So what’s next?”
I walked back to campus the next afternoon, not feeling guilty in the least. I worried more about what our liaison would mean for Amber’s tutoring sessions than anything Daisy-related. Monday morning, I found out. As soon as the door to the study carrel closed, Amber grabbed my shoulders and crushed me to her for a kiss. “Let’s get that out of the way first,” she declared, stepping back. “Yes, I had a great time, yes, I would do it again, and yes, I still expect you to get me through Bishop’s class because you’re a better teacher than you are at fucking—” She pulled me close again and lowered her voice. “—and that’s sayin’ somethin’.”
Daisy didn’t call the following weekend. I spent it with Amber, giving her some extra tutoring in between rounds of sex, and hoping that she would smoke again. She didn’t—but I didn’t care because sex with her was intensely physical—she fucked back with an enthusiasm that bordered on manic, and her size, firm body, and physical strength made it a completely different experience from Daisy—or any other woman I’d been with, for that matter. She was so straightforward and honest when we talked, however, that I got the courage to ask what made her pick me on Halloween. “Will, it’s in your eyes,” she replied. “If a girl bothers to look, she can see that you can thrill her.” I noted that she had only cum once in all the sex we had. “I’m impressed that you noticed, but don’t feel bad about that,” Amber said, “I—don’t cum easy. You may have only made me cum once, but you definitely kept me thrilled throughout.” She regarded me. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, Will. As much fun as this is… I’m not looking for anything permanent. I’m here for a college degree that will get me through the rest of my life, not a husband, and sex partners are a dime-a-dozen. I have no problems finding a guy to fuck, but I need you to get me through Bishop’s class.” Amber kissed me and put my hand between her legs to feel the dampness and the heat. “Although,” she slowly began, “you’re worth a little more than nine cents out of that dime.” Her eyes took on a horny cast, and once again, we panted, growled, grunted, and moaned for the better part of an hour.
I debated calling Daisy on my own, but realized that I was still hurt—and a little angry, and I didn’t want to explode at her. I knew that I would melt into a puddle of goo the next time she called, and that her voice would push my doubts about her behavior away, but if I called, I might say something first that would prevent that from happening. I also knew that I was eagerly awaiting her next call—whenever that would be. Until that call, though, I had no sense of obligation to her, and my dick stepped into the void, fed by my fetish.
Two weeks after Halloween, some Math grad student had accused me of cheating because all three of my Calculus students had scored significantly higher on their second exam than their first. The review board quickly determined that I hadn’t stolen the exam questions; the head of the math department said that I was just plain good at tutoring. Nonetheless, I was insulted strongly enough by the accusation that I found myself in the arcade late on a Friday night, still trying to blow off steam. Suddenly, Mary Anne, drunk and crying, staggered in looking for Chrissie, but her friend had apparently traded shifts with another monitor, so she wasn’t there. Even though I creeped Mary Anne out, I was the only person there she knew, and after answering her questions about Chrissie’s absence, I managed to calm her down before campus security showed up to let her sober up in the tank. We walked outside to a secluded part of the dormitory commons building.
Immediately, Mary Anne lit a Virginia Slim Light menthol, took a long, heavy drag, and exhaled noisily. Sympathetically, I asked her if she needed to talk about it, and, after another massive draw and loud exhale, she related how she had just caught her now ex-boyfriend in a compromising position with another girl, and during the ensuing argument, he had told her that she was too fat and not all that pretty. “You’re a guy. You don’t think I’m fat or ugly, do you?” I truthfully replied no. Round, yes, but not fat, and definitely not ugly. She looked at me with unfocused, red eyes for a moment, and then pulled me to her and rammed her tongue into my mouth, tasting strongly of Virginia Slim Light menthol. I thickened at the unexpected, but welcome, eruption of passion, and when we broke the kiss, she was flushed and regarding me with horny eyes. Mary Anne lit another cigarette after we necked for several minutes, causing my dick to thicken. Her next exhale sent thick smoke billowing into the cool evening. “So,” she said, pausing to take another drag, “did you really mean that or are you just trying t’be nice?” I put her hand against the front of my pants and let her feel the developing bulge. “I have roommates at home. Do you?” she excitedly whispered. Her eyes glowed brighter than the end of her cigarette when I told her that I had a single room. She grabbed my arm, and we quickly walked to the dorm without talking. I knew that Mary Anne wasn’t really interested in me, but my dick would certainly validate her attractiveness. She carelessly threw her cigarette away at the dorm entrance, and started undressing as soon as she walked into my room.
Drunken revenge sex is sloppy, nasty, and hot. The room was filled with sloshing sounds as I fucked her, in and out, hard and fast, nothing fancy. There was a huge wet spot on my bed within minutes. “Ohhhh…youfuck… youfuckme… soooo goooood,” Mary Anne softly panted in my ear. I began groaning, warning her of my impending ejaculation. “Notinme!” she urgently hissed. “Fuckmytitties!” She mashed her large round boobs together, creating another tunnel for my dick, nicely warm and slick with sweat. I erupted onto her face and chin after several frenzied strokes.
“Ohhhh… wowwww,” sighed Mary Anne happily. “Chrissie was right… you are good in bed—don’t tell her I said that.” Now that’s interesting. I haven’t even touched Chrissie. Maybe Amber was right about the eyes. Mary Anne sheepishly asked for a towel, her eyes still slightly hazy with alcohol and sex. After wiping my cum off, she stood and reached into her purse for another Virginia Slim Light menthol, but pulled out an empty pack. She continued rummaging until she looked up and said, “Shit… I must have left my other pack at the bar,” in a small voice. Mary Anne hesitantly regarded the green pack on my desk, glanced at me for a reaction, and when I waved at her, finally decided to reach for it.
“Wow, these are strong!” she quietly exclaimed, sending the smoke from her first drag out in bursts. “But they don’t taste like I thought they would—it’s not like a cigar.” Mary Anne got used to the More after a couple more drags, smoothly exhaling her long cones with uplifted chin, as was her custom. I had never had a chance to watch Mary Anne smoke from such close range, and noted that a small amount of smoke seeped from her nose towards the end of each exhale, indicating the hidden depth of her drag. My dick also noticed, and as she took her last drag, snapping a small ball of smoke into her mouth with a quick roll of her tongue, I realized that I had hardened enough to fuck her again.
Mary Anne noticed, too, with a soft, “Oh!” escaping her lips. She gave me a look that said she wasn’t so drunk that she couldn’t recognize what had happened. “So that’s why.”
Dammit. “Please don’t tell anybody—especially not Chrissie,” I pleaded. She throatily asked me why not, and what would I do for her to make it worth her while. “Because I don’t want every cute smoking girl on campus to get weird around me. I’ll lick your pussy if you promise not to.” Her eyes lit up at the words, “lick your pussy,” and she threw herself back onto the bed, legs spread wide.
“Oh… ohmigod… oh… ohIlikethat!” she merrily babbled as I lapped around her clit and pussy lips while slowly finger-fucking her. “Ohhh… Howie never did this unless I let him fuck me in the ass first,” Mary Anne dreamily sighed. I found that she really liked having me tongue the area between her pussy and asshole while simultaneously stimulating her clit and pussy. Mary Anne started rotating her hips slowly, moaning, “Right there… like that… don’t stop… don’t stop…” repeatedly until her body jerked and she squeaked, “OH!” several octaves higher than her normal speaking voice. Mary Anne shuddered, eyes squeezed tight, turning bright red from her breasts to her forehead. I licked at her clit and moved my fingers inside her vibrating pussy until she threw her head back, squeaked again, and after one massive shudder, melted onto the bed, chest heaving. The room smelled like pussy, and I knew I would have to buy new sheets and mattress cover later in the day. The two wet spots were merging.
She stirred a few minutes later, sitting up to regard me through sultry post-orgasmic eyes. Mary Anne glanced at the Mores on the desk. “If I…?”
I replied, “Yes, it’s been long enough for me to recover. I don’t know if this makes any sense, but I can’t help it unless I’m actively fighting it.” I looked away from her and mumbled, “Frankly, sometimes it’s a pain in the ass.” That seemed to surprise her, and she hesitated before asking me if I had that reaction to every girl who smoked. “No… it’s… much more complicated than that. But I have to think the girl is cute without smoking, and if she smokes… the right way—it makes her go from cute to hot,” I explained, hoping that Mary Anne wouldn’t press me for details. I was already embarrassed enough.
Mary Anne thought about that for a moment, and then took a More from the pack. She gave me a coy, come-hither look and, with mock-innocence, asked, “Light me?”
After briefly resisting when I moved her into my favorite position, Mary Anne giggled, “This is different,” when I entered her, but soon discovered that she had invited a long, slow screw with lots of clit stimulation. She soaked my sheets some more, cumming with me locked inside her. I held off my orgasm as long as I could, pulling out just in time to shoot cum onto her belly and ample chest.
“Why would I want to tell anybody else about that?” she asked afterwards as we tried to find a dry spot on the bed. “I wanna keep it a secret so I can have it all to myself!” Mary Anne narrowed her eyes. “Ummmm… Will… do you have a girlfriend?”
“Kinda,” I initially answered. Her face fell, so I added, “Back home. We’ve agreed not to force ourselves to go without sex while we’re away at school.”
“Oh,” she said, but there was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice. She grabbed another More and posed fetchingly, chest proudly pushed forward, while she expectantly waited for me to light it. Her face fell again when I told her that I was worn out as I lit her cigarette, and she put it out after a few drags. “I couldn’t smoke these all the time,” Mary Anne admitted. “Too strong.” The room went quiet. “But maybe once in a while…?”
I kissed her, declaring, “I’d like that.”
Mary Anne smiled. “You think I’m cute!” she giddily whispered, half to herself, and we settled in to sleep, giving up on finding a dry area big enough for our bodies.
Shortly after Mary Anne left the next morning, somebody knocked on my door. I had opened the window to clear the heavy smell of smoke and sex in spite of freezing temperatures outside. “Will, phone call, room 2!” It was Daisy, and she sounded straight, and serious. “Hi, Will. Are you coming home for Thanksgiving?” I told her no. “Would you like to? I’ll pay for your ticket.”
I asked her why, and if her parents knew she was spending money so freely on me. “Spring break, no, but this, yes,” she immediately replied to the last question, and then paused. I asked her why again, and heard the click of a lighter. Daisy audibly sucked in smoke on the other end of the line, and exhaled loudly. I felt a surge of excitement go through me at the mental image. Finally, she said, “I wanna talk with you—but not over the phone. I’m not trying to break up an’ I’m not pregnant, so I don’t want you to worry about that.” Then what the hell else could be so important?
“I’m sure my folks would be happy to see me,” I said, indirectly accepting her offer.
Daisy asked when I could leave so she could make the arrangements. After a long silence, punctuated only by the sound of her smoking, she said, “Will?” I hummed neutrally. “I’m really sorry—about last time. I… tried—”
I cut her off with, “—It’s OK, Daisy. I don’t love you any less,” leaving the hurt, betrayal, and anger it had caused me to feel unspoken. “I can’t love you any less.”
She sighed, relief tinged with something else I couldn’t figure out. “I love you too. See you at Thanksgiving.”
The Woodfords invited me to dinner the night after Thanksgiving—without my parents. They had assured us that nothing was wrong, and that Daisy wasn’t, nor had she ever been, pregnant. Anything beyond that, they deferred to Daisy, who wasn’t saying anything yet. So it was with a fair bit of trepidation that I rang their door. Mrs. Woodford greeted me with a warm hug, Mr. Woodford a firm handshake and smile, but… where was Daisy? She appeared a few moments later, and hugged me tightly, almost unwilling to let go. “I love you so much, Will.” Daisy looked like she was going to cry, but her mother called us to dinner before we could talk.
The table was eerily silent, with Daisy’s parents casting glances at their daughter, who seemed to be fascinated by her food. I couldn’t take the mystery anymore. “At the risk of being rude, would somebody tell me what’s going on?”
Daisy looked up, startled, and then away from me. After a few more moments of silence, her father cleared his throat, and began, “Will, it’s actually good news—”
“—but as a member of the family,” Mrs. Woodford chimed in, “we thought you should have a chance to voice an opinion as well.” Member of the family, heh. I blushed. “Daisy has something to tell you,” she finished, in a tone that ended her daughter’s efforts at avoiding the issue.
My girlfriend looked ill. I gently took her hand, mouthed, “I love you,” and waited for her to speak. “I won a post-baccalaureate fellowship.” That’s great new— “In London, working for the European branch of a financial house based here. For two years,” Daisy glumly added. “I have to make my decision by December first.”
“Of course you’re going to take it, right?” The silence that descended on the room told me that my assumption was premature, if not incorrect. “Why wouldn’t… oh.” It finally hit me why everything was so serious and somber. What’s Daisy going to do about me? About us? I took a deep breath, and as my heart fell through my chest, gravely said, “Mr. and Mrs. Woodford, with your permission, I’d like to take Daisy someplace where we can be alone, so she and I can talk about this.”
While Daisy and her father seemed surprised, her mother did not. “Certainly, Will,” she responded. “After dinner, you two can have the summer house to yourselves until tomorrow evening, since both of you have to go back to school on Sunday.” She looked at her family to quash any protest. The matriarch had spoken.
After a silent ride, we walked into the summer house, and I started a fire. “You should have told me right away,” I said without malice.
“You’re gonna tell me to take it, aren’t you?” she mournfully sighed.
“That is my first thought. I don’t want to stand in the way of your life, Daisy. I want to be a big part of it, but… I understand. I want you to tell me what this fellowship would do for you—and the company you stand to inherit. This can’t be just about us.”
She lit a Virginia Slim Light, inhaling deeply, and began to talk about the benefits of this fellowship. I only stopped her when she would begin a sentence with the word, “but.” It took her an hour, and then I asked her to tell me all of the problems with this—that didn’t involve me in some way. There were a couple of insignificant ones, and I said, “So it’s settled then. I’ll wait another two years—as long as we understand that we have our own physical needs during that time. Like we do now.”
“I figured I was done with all that,” she confessed. “I was gonna go to work for my dad after I graduated, an’ wait for you to finish school. It wasn’t so hard to be faithful—if you don’t count Sheila.” Daisy pulled out another cigarette and waited for me to light it before continuing. “But then I got the news and I kinda freaked out over what I was gonna tell you and then Sheila—” I stopped her, knowing I could guess the rest. “Will? It was only that one night, I swear. I felt so bad about it and everything else that I was afraid to call you.”
“You don’t ever have to be afraid to tell me anything, Daisy Marie Woodford,” I gently stated. “I know who you are, and your—quirks. And I still love you. Always will.”
“I wanna be Daisy Marie Redmond so bad,” she pouted, frustrated. “I’m worried that you’ll find someone else while I’m away, and that you won’t—”
“I’m not looking for anybody else,” I argued.
Daisy smiled at me; a sad one. Cradling my face in her hands, she gently said, “Will, as much as I hate to say this, you’re a great guy, and it won’t take other women long to figure it out. It took me a little while because we met when I was a girl, but now that I’m—a little more mature, I can see beyond the sex, and that whole “I-want-the-best-looking-guy” thing. My mother knew long before I did.” She let go and looked away. “Once you get out of college, you’ll be as popular as your shyness will let you be. Or as aggressive as the girls you meet are.”
“I’m going to graduate school for my master’s degree, so I will be in college for a year after you get back,” I defiantly noted. “I was planning to come home for grad school, so I should be able to keep myself well-hidden until then—assuming that an international finance super-star who looks like a model would still want a starving geek.”
“How do you always do that?” quietly asked Daisy. She put my hand on her chest. “We’re having a serious discussion and then boom! You say something that gets my heart racing and my insides all warm and gushy.” She gave me her coy, “I’m-horny-for-you” look. “I know you’ll love me if I go to London for two years. What I wanna know is, if you would still love me if I stayed here to marry you, Mr. Redmond?”
“I’d question your sanity, Miss Woodford, but I’d start saving for a proper engagement ring tomorrow.”
Daisy dragged on her cigarette, slowly french-inhaled, and, after pursing her lips, filled the air over my head with smoke. “You just did it again, Will,” she throatily husked. “Now I have to fuck you. Right now.” She undressed me first, efficiently removed her own clothes, and after hurriedly giving me just enough head to get me hard, climbed on top of me as I sat on the sofa. We returned to the Woodfords’ around noon the following day.
The last three weeks of the semester were stressful, primarily because I had to bolster the confidence of six other people in addition to handling my own finals. It was a welcome surprise when both the Woodfords and my family met me at the train station. Daisy was arriving twenty minutes after I did, so the six of us went out to dinner as a group.
“No family cruise this year,” Daisy said the next day as we went Christmas shopping together. “Mom thought that I’d rather spend my vacation here, with you.” We went to the summer house to wrap our gifts in secrecy, she upstairs, me down. She called for me after a half-hour, saying that she needed an extra hand. I trotted up the steps and froze when I saw her leaning in her bedroom doorway with a lit cigarette in her long holder, a huge ribbon with a big bow across her shoulder—and no clothes. She dragged on the holder, held the smoke for a few seconds, and elegantly exhaled, instantly entrancing me. “Merry Christmas, Will,” she purred. “C’mere so I can give you your first-day-of-Christmas present.”
The next day, she stopped by my house to drop off gifts for my family, and we went out for coffee—which turned into a twilight blowjob in her car. On the third day of Christmas, we went to a charity gala at the club. Daisy feigned innocence as I had to stand and speak with her and her mother as they smoked Mores in matching holders, as well as Marie, who was smoking Tall 120s through a long red holder in her usual princess-like fashion. At the club, while neither Daisy nor Marie was especially flamboyant about their smoking, both were bewitchingly, excitingly elegant in dress and manner. Fortunately for me, this was not an occasion for tight pants; nonetheless, I spent a lot of time thinking about my trusty reaction rates.
Daisy and Marie went to get drinks. Mrs. Woodford asked me a question, and immediately drew long and deep on her holdered More. She waited, the barest wisps of smoke escaping from her nose, tossed her head, and slowly raised her chin, slightly pushing her chest forward, before forming a small “O” with her lips. Only then did she exhale a long, mesmerizing stream of smoke. I belatedly realized that I hadn’t answered her when Mrs. Woodford gave a soft girlish giggle and looked at me knowingly. I turned red, thankful that the girls weren’t there. “Don’t worry, Will. I didn’t find out from Daisy, and I haven’t told her,” she smiled. Mrs. Woodford leaned forward to give me a maternal peck on the cheek, and whispered, “But it’s always flattering to an old lady like myself when a handsome young man like you—notices. And all ladies do like to be flattered.” She walked away, holder held elegantly—and then she added some wiggle to her hips for a stride or two, and shot me a mischievous, playful smile over her shoulder. I recognized the smile as the same one Daisy would show me from time to time. The wiggle and the cigarette holder made me wonder for the thousandth time how my girlfriend had wound up as an only child. Daisy and Marie rejoined me, and we circulated some more.
We ran into Mrs. Coxe, who was smoking an unfiltered cigarette through a long holder with a floral design. She was thrilled to see both of her former smoking students using cigarette holders—and properly. “Why, Miss Bishop, you showed no interest in anything beyond accepting lights from young gentlemen—although we must get you something a little more— appropriate, hmmm?” Having been alternately praised and chastised, Marie blushed appropriately. It was arousing.
“And my word, Miss Woodford!” the older woman said as she regarded Daisy. “You look splendid! Most ladylike and elegant.” Daisy smiled and squeezed my hand without a hint of irony. Mrs. Coxe continued, “I know that your gentleman friend certainly appreciates the effort required on your part from previous discussions we’ve had.” After an appropriately brief conversation with Mrs. Coxe, Marie left Daisy and I to mingle as a couple, giving me an extended smooch on the cheek.
“Marie still likes you,” Daisy observed. After a meaningful pause, my girlfriend softly added, “and you still like her.” I opened my mouth to plead innocence, but she placed a finger on my lips. “Who do you think told her to bring the holder?” Daisy smiled impishly. Looking around to make sure that we were alone, she leaned to me and whispered, “I think three is a great number for the third day of Christmas. It seems that we have to drive Marie home tonight.”
I woke up Christmas Eve morning nice and warm, with Marie in front of me, and Daisy behind. “A bit of a selfish Christmas gift, Daisy,” I noted with a grin over breakfast.
“The present was for Marie,” she fired back. “You just did what comes naturally.”
Marie struck a flirtatious pose with her cigarette holder. “And now,” she drew, looking regal, exhaling skyward before fixing me with fiery eyes, “it’s time for your little present from me.”
I was on top of Marie’s soft, round body, pistoning in and out of her as her voice went higher and higher, culminating in a series of orgasmic yips and squeaks. I rode out her orgasm, still excited and hard, immediately resuming my frenzied thrusts, unmindful of my girlfriend. Marie responded with more squeaks of passion until she began to wail, “Ohhh… ohhhh… ohmigod… OHHHHHH!” Her body convulsed and she wrapped herself around me, digging her nails into my back, and Marie came with a loud, throaty, “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!” I answered her scream with one of my own, spurting burning gobs of cum into her pussy as Marie had locked her arms and legs around me, and I could only sigh happily in my release. As soon as the afterglow faded, I felt a moment of panic; I had never cum inside Marie for fear of impregnating her, but her orgasmic embrace had prevented me from cumming anywhere else.
“It’s OK, Will,” she softly said, still holding me on top of her body. “I’m—protected now.” Tears were in her eyes. “I wanted to feel what Daisy feels,” she said. Even more softly, she added, “I soooo missed out on you in high school. I should have taken the chance she took—I know it’s too late, and she’s my best friend, so don’t worry… I’ll never let her know.”
A few hours later, Daisy lit a Virginia Slim Light in her longest holder, signaling that she had run out of patience waiting for my recovery. “I wanna get one more in before Christmas,” she husked, knowing how much she was exciting me. Marie also lit a holdered cigarette with sparkling eyes, and told Daisy that she wanted to join us. It wasn’t long before my girlfriend was riding my cock, facing away from me at Marie’s request.
“Merry Christmas, Daisy Marie,” purred Marie, crushing her mouth to Daisy’s and kissing her sweetly, but deep. “I know you’ve been wanting this since eighth grade.” My girlfriend began bouncing urgently as Marie continued kissing her, and I could feel Marie’s hand stimulating her clit. Daisy’s orgasm was sudden, brief, and very intense. With a grunt, she shot off my cock like a rocket, and collapsed onto the bed, unconscious, leaving me hard and covered in her pussy cream. When she came to, she and Marie shared a cigarette in Daisy’s long holder, along with my cock, and despite having cum three times in the last thirty-some-odd hours, I spurted all over both girls’ faces for my final act. We cleaned up quickly and rejoined our respective families in time for Christmas Eve.
I spoke with Daisy on the phone Christmas Day, who giggled, “No golden rings for you today. I have something you’ll appreciate more—no sex!” She took me to a fancy steakhouse and a play the next night, kissing goodnight sweetly at my door. “I wanna, but my legs are still sore,” she explained, huskily warning. “You better get some rest tonight, too,” with a purposeful look.
Our combined families went to a basketball game the next night, sitting in the Woodford and Family corporate box, keeping Daisy and I celibate a day longer than we anticipated. On the eighth day of Christmas, she remedied that. I drove her home after dinner at my house, and talked with her and her parents until they went to bed. I asked for my coat, and in response, Daisy husked, “And just where do you think you’re going?” She put a Virginia Slim Light into a holder, and waited for me to light it. We made love down the hall from her parents.
“I gotta go back to school early,” she complained the next morning. “It’s a special session for the fellowship winners—don’t pout. It was either this or do it over Spring Break—and I was hoping to spend that with you in Florida—our schedules are the same again.” I kissed her, and we necked, getting hotter—until the illusion was shattered when her mother called us down to brunch—by name.
Embarrassed, but resolved to show no remorse, we dutifully cooled down, dressed, and went downstairs. If Mr. or Mrs. Woodford had any trepidation over my spending the night, it wasn’t apparent, for they both acted as if I was supposed to have spent the night in their daughter’s room. Daisy and I agreed that while her parents’ casual acceptance of our sexual relationship was empowering, we felt awkward enough at brunch that we decided not to do it again.
Daisy returned to school for her last semester a week before I did, but after her “Twelve Days of Christmas” gifts, I needed the rest. Spring Break would arrive soon enough.
My first day of second semester classes found me in Harrison, as usual, discreetly (at least I hoped so) ogling the smoking girls. Virginia Slim Lights ruled the day, and some of the women I hadn’t noticed smoking before were sitting with cigarette packs next to their books. It was a glorious time to be a smoke fetisher. That afternoon, Colin walked in, and when he saw me, he ran over and gave me a ferocious hug, and a big kiss on the cheek. “Colin,” I quietly said, “either be European about it or don’t do it.”
He stepped back, stunned for a moment, and then waved one hand dismissively, mincing, “Oh, you are such a guy!” He pecked me on the other cheek. “There! Happy now? You should be. Thanks to you, I got a B-plus in Calculus!” His face broke into an enormous grin as I calmly, but genuinely, congratulated him. “No, Will, you don’t understand. Me, and a fucking B-plus—in fucking calculus— and it wasn’t luck, either!” he gushed. “I haven’t done that well in a Math class since third fucking grade!” He hugged me again. “You are one hell of a teacher! Straight or no, I gotta kiss you again!” I blushed, not at the kiss (both cheeks this time,) but at the praise. “I’d even kiss your ass—but it might prove to be too much temptation,” Colin wickedly grinned. “Anyway, yours truly is hosting a little soirée a week from Saturday chez moi, and I would really like you to come, Will. I mean, without your help, no spring musical for my portfolio, and no graduation.”
Two weeks later, I was knocking on his door. He greeted me effusively, and took me around the party on his arm, introducing me to everyone as “the man who made me get a B-plus in fucking calculus!” As stereotypical as it may sound, my first gay/bi party had awesome food and great music, as students and instructors from the music and arts department took turns playing the piano and a couple of guitars. I was surprised at my lack of reaction at being one of a few straight people at a party where so many were obviously gay, and the only stranger, not being in the Arts or Music programs. I got a few dirty looks, but quickly determined that it was a manifestation of jealousy; either I looked, or someone looked at me, too long.
About eleven o’clock, Elaine walked in, wearing a dress, looking even more beautiful than she had at the cotillion—closely followed by a girl who looked faintly familiar. I weaved my way over to greet my friend, who was holding the other girl’s hand by the time I got there. “Hi, Elaine!”
She blanched, suddenly nervous at my appearance. “Umm… Hi,” she replied with a definite lack of enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“Colin invited me,” I replied with my best, frendliest grin. “He got a B-plus in Calc, and he blames me.” Never being one to ignore the elephant in the room, I brightly, but neutrally asked, “Who’s your friend?”
“Kelly,” the girl immediately said, and I suddenly realized why she looked familiar—she was the captain of the women’s swimming team. I had seen her picture in the school paper.
I shook her hand, and although her grasp was feminine and light, I could feel the strength in her arm. She was about my height, with thick reddish-brown hair, and a thick, muscular body. Kelly was wearing light brown knit pants and a floral shirt and I found her attractive, not the tiniest bit masculine in bearing or voice, and she had a cute smile that reached to big brown eyes. “You did good,” I smiled at Elaine.
Elaine still looked a little ill-at-ease, so I wished Kelly a good night and decided to find someone else to hang out with. There was a covered patio with heaters for smoking, so I went outside. Twenty minutes later, Kelly and Elaine joined me, but Elaine still looked uncomfortable, which I found odd. It’s not as if I don’t know. Giving Elaine an expectant look, Kelly removed a lighter from her purse. Shyly, and without meeting my eyes, she removed a long, narrow, pale green box from her purse and extracted a slender 120 with a floral print on the filter. Kelly lit it and whispered, “Pretty cigarettes for a pretty girl, right?” Elaine blushed, but Kelly was right; I had never seen Elaine look more effeminate—or lovely. Then Kelly removed her own box from her bag: Tijuana Smalls.
She lit the tiny tipped cigar, daring me to comment with defiance in her eyes. I was more surprised that she was smoking, period, and while the cigar may have been unusual, her handling of it and comportment were still quite feminine. Kelly would turn her head to the side and exhale through her lips after audibly inhaling the thick smoke. I made a point to avoid mentioning the cigar, only that it was unusual for such an accomplished athlete to smoke.
“It’s division three, not like I’m going to the Olympics,” she casually replied, exhaling a long cone of smoke past my ear. “I quit every semester, except for special occasions—” she glanced at Elaine, who was still red. “—like tonight.” It was awkward, and I had the feeling that I was being toyed with. Kelly took a drag ending with a small, natural french-inhale, and my fetish noticed. Fortunately, Colin rescued me by announcing that the dancing was about to begin, and he dragged me back inside.
I waltzed with him, surprising him with a confident lead from my lessons with Daisy. “My god, Will, about the only thing you don’t do that the man of my dreams does is men!” He threw his arm across his forehead and dramatically exclaimed, “O Fate! How cruelly doth you tease me!” Every time I started to have fun, though, I would see Elaine and her unease; it made me feel strange—and a little sad. I said my goodnights and started to leave.
On my way out, someone hooked my arm, making me spin. It was Kelly, who looked at me with interest. “Leaving so soon, and without saying goodbye to Elaine?” I explained that my presence was causing her discomfort, and I didn’t want to ruin the night for them. Kelly studied me for a moment, and then kissed me on the cheek, whispering, “You’re a sweet guy, Will. I’ll tell Elaine you said good night.”
My tutoring business ramped up again with Wendy, the gorgeous blonde freshman finding me in Harrison one afternoon. “You still have time for me, right? I was worried that you already had a full slate,” she said, lighting a Benson & Hedges menthol 100 and sending a thick stream into the sunlit rafters. Wendy held the cigarette high, legs crossed as we spoke. I told her that I would be happy to tutor her for Calculus 2. She drew on the cigarette, steadily, raising her chin and exhaling a long stream of smoke, leaving no doubt that she wasn’t playing at smoking like a few of the other drop-dead beautiful girls on campus. I got hard watching her, and thanked providence that there was no smoking in the study carrels that served as my tutoring office.
Elaine was a no-show in Harrison for the week, but Mary Anne dropped by my table Friday morning. Her purse fell off the arm of the chair as she pulled a pack of Virginia Slim Light menthols out, spilling some of its contents onto the floor. I leaned over to pick it up for her and spotted a very familiar green pack peeking out of the top. Her blue eyes sparkled when they met mine. “Wanna go out with me tonight?” she breathed.
“Chrissie’s out of town,” Mary Anne gaily said, dangling the More from her lips as she opened the door to her apartment after our dinner date. She dragged on it and arched her back as she removed it to exhale.
“Don’t you think we should at least—MMMMFFFF!” She kissed me hungrily, smoke trailing from her nostrils. “—take our coats off?” In response, Mary Anne put the More between her lips, dragged and exhaled through her nostrils while shucking her coat and letting it fall to the floor carelessly. She took another drag as she undid her blouse, removing the cigarette as a button popped off to comment, “Fuck it, I can sew it back on,” ejecting a small cloud of smoke with each word. She put the More back in her mouth and dragged, exhaling from her nose and around the cigarette clenched in her teeth as she undid her bra. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch me get naked?” asked Mary Anne after a noisy, deep inhale, producing little smoke. Then she lifted her chin and exhaled smoothly.
I undressed deliberately; her enthusiasm was a little scary, but I quickly warmed to the task as Mary Anne, from her knees, alternated licking my cock with taking deep, exquisite drags from a fresh More, obviously playing to my fetish. When I was hard, she led me to the bed, kissing hungrily, and taking one last quick snap-inhaled drag before pulling me on top of her. Sober and happy, Mary Anne was just as sloppy and wet as she had been when she was drunk, lonely, and angry. And hotter, fucking back at me with coordination and purpose, eyes alight with lust. I began to sigh and groan with the beginning of my orgasmic climb. Mary Anne churned her hips, eyes locked on mine, sparkling with delight. “Cum in my mouth, Will. I want you to cum in my mouth,” she lewdly panted, speeding me on my rise, kissing and licking my neck and ear, breathing personalized, obscene descriptions of her desires, intentions, and our impending actions. I pulled out, cock twitching over her open mouth, an expression of decadent anticipation on her face. Nothing happened. “I want you to jack off into my mouth,” she helpfully instructed, and I was shooting cum into it a minute later. Mary Anne wrapped her lips around my dick to finish what I had started, dutifully bobbing her head until I ran out of semen.
“Mmmmm,” she lewdly purred, having left nothing but saliva on my dick. Mary Anne hopped out of bed and fetched a More, taking a couple of deep, heavy drags before returning to the bed. The smoke trail went clear across the room, and she began to play with my cock. As arousing as her smoking was, it was too soon for me to have any physical sign of the fetish-driven lust she inspired.
“Ummmm… Mary Anne,” I began, stopping as she took another long drag followed by a long, oral exhale. Damn, she’s does that sexy. “Two things: first, it’s too soon, and more importantly, you know you don’t have to do that for me, right?”
She gave a little jerk of surprise at that. I guess she didn’t know. Mary Anne looked at the More between her fingers for several long seconds, as if contemplating some mystery it represented before softly replying, “Actually, no… I didn’t. So I don’t have to smoke Mores?”
“I think you’re cute and hotter than hell, Mary Anne. You don’t have to smoke anything for me at all.”
In response, she took a long drag on her cigarette, exhaling slowly and silently, chin slightly raised. “But you don’t mind if I do smoke?” I said no. “Good,” she quietly replied without looking at me, “because I kinda like it. I like the way it makes you look at me. I like that it makes you look at my face, not just my tits. I like the feeling I get when I light a More in front of you… it’s like I’m seducing you—you’re not just grabbing for the 38D’s, like most guys.” She looked away. “Guys see my tits and they tend to forget about me. Howie did it, too, but then he’d be sweet for a while, and I’d forget about it.” She finished the cigarette with a slow snap-inhale. “I gotta ask—you still have that girlfriend back home?” When I confirmed it, she apologized, “Sorry. But a girl can hope, can’t she? Maybe I can be your sorta-college girlfriend?” I told her that wouldn’t be fair to her. “You are too sweet.” I redirected the conversation to the topic of free time, and my lack of it due to tutoring. She lit another More after we talked for a while about school. “Guess I better take advantage of you while I’ve got you here, then,” smiled Mary Anne, her eyes sparkling with the slow snap-inhale she performed.
I left her the next afternoon after she had enthusiastically introduced me to the delights of her asshole that morning, taking me with surprising ease and fucking back with a shocking, although very exciting, ardor. “Will, I’ll be around if you need to get some ya-yas out,” Mary Anne quietly said after some extended kissing at her door. “Keep me—and my Mores—in mind.”
School pretty much settled down after that weekend; I was into my academic routine. My libido, although stimulated every time I walked into Harrison and its preponderance of all-white 100s smokers, barely made a dent in my overall focus because I had a couple of well-taught, interesting, and challenging classes, so for once, sexy smoking girls faded into the background, with the exception of Daisy’s weekly phone calls.
“Sheila’s coming with me,” Daisy sighed with disappointment as we made our Spring Break plans. “And I can’t figure out how to tell her that we wanted to be alone without pissing her off—and she’s still gonna be my roommate until May.” We tried to figure out how to let Sheila down easy, but neither of us could see a way to stop it without hurting the friendship between the two girls. “She says she’s swearing off sex for two weeks before we fly down,” Daisy sighed. “I think you’re going to be the highlight of her break.”
“She’ll owe you some serious head for this,” I half-jokingly noted. “It’s no sacrifice for me. I’ve been mostly good all semester, so I’ll be up to the challenge.” Daisy playfully questioned me about the “mostly” part, and I could feel myself blush as I told her about my one night.
“Wow,” she said, “just one? I wish I had your willpower. I mean, it’s just sex at this point, and I hope you’re still good with our—agreement.” I told her that I was. “I’m not looking for a husband, and a lot of guys are fine with that,” she confessed. “But once we—” Daisy hesitated. “—tie the knot, there’s no more fucking around for either of us. I can make that commitment.” When I told her that girls wouldn’t be off-limits, she giggled, “Especially not if I share.”
Two days later, I was walking past the Rathskellar on my way back to the dorms after a late night in the computer lab when Amber waved at me. She had been with a classmate who had been kicked out for underage drinking. “I finished my beer and now I’m heading home. Got a cigarette?” I gave her a More and lit it for her. “Thanks,” she said, audibly sucking in smoke before exhaling quickly. “I always wanted to try one, but I don’t smoke cigarettes often enough to justify buying a pack just to try one.” She held the cigarette in front of her for inspection, and then took another drag. “Not as much like a cigar as I thought it would be,” she finally pronounced.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
She took another audible drag and exhaled quickly. “Probably a good thing. Cigars are their own limiting factor, especially the good ones. These are easy to smoke in comparison, so I’d probably smoke more often.” She looked at me. “Sooooo… you wanna walk me home to make sure I get there safe?” I noted that she would probably end up protecting me if anything were to happen. After a brief consideration, Amber agreed. “OK, so let’s try it this way,” she rejoined, “you wanna come over n’spend the night at my place? I’ve had enough to drink that I’m remembering how horny I am, but not enough to pick up some dumb frat boy. I still need quality.”
It felt a little like an ambush: between our sexual history, how cute she was when she smoked, the More, and the fact that I still wanted to see Amber with a cigar, the willpower at which Daisy had marveled was quickly overwhelmed.
She kissed me as soon as I put my books down on her couch, and five minutes later, Amber was grunting as she drove her hips forward to meet mine. There was something about her that seemed to bring out my inner animal-in-heat, making me grunt with each crazed thrust. This was two people fucking each other hard and fast. My grunts became louder, smoother, turning into moans as I felt the quick rush to orgasm begin. “Ohhh… Amber… Amber… gonna… gonna cum!”
Suddenly, I was on my back, and she was leaning forward, sitting on my legs, stroking my cock a few times and—! I watched with delirious fascination as my first spurt hit her in the chin, and then her balled fist moved and her free hand brushed the tip of my cock… “UHHHNNNGGGH!” A gigantic, burning pulse shot from deep inside my nuts, frying every nerve it passed as it burst from the opening and hit Amber’s chest with enough force for me to hear it. She kept rubbing my cock, using both her open hand and fingers around the rim and head while continuing to stroke my length, and was rewarded with a steady drool of cum. Eventually, the drool turned into a dribble, and, chest heaving, I went soft. “You sure you don’t want to be a courtesan?” I weakly asked, only half-joking. “You’re very skilled at giving pleasure.”
Amber smiled coyly, “Self-defense wasn’t the only thing I learned in the Army. Let’s just say I know a thing or two about handjobs, and leave it at that.” She got up and left me to recover, returning with water, and a couple of rum & cokes. “Thought you might like a drink after all that. How’s school been?” I guessed that Amber’s talent for putting the sex away and immediately having a normal conversation also came from the Army. “Ummm… would you mind too much if I smoked—a cigar—while we talk? I know it’s not really feminine, but I kinda want one…” Her eyes danced at me and she smiled, telling me that we would be fucking again tonight. She removed a cigar from a humidor in her nightstand. “Don’t tell anybody, but these are from Cuba—real cigars, not the drugstore kind. Can’t tell ya how I got ‘em, so don’t ask.”
I watched in fascination as she took a tool and punched a hole in the rounded end—I’d only ever seen tipped cigars, or cigars that were ready to smoke. It took her a couple of minutes—and three matches to get it started to her satisfaction. Amber puffed a few times, filling her mouth with smoke, and then exhaled through her nose. “Would you like some?” We shared the cigar while talking about school for an hour. It wasn’t as sexy as I thought it would be—until she stood up, saying, “Gotta rinse my mouth—you don’t wanna be kissing me after I’ve smoked a cigar—MMMFF!” I kissed her assertively, and my cock shot to erection.
“Damn, you’re a good kisser,” she panted as I rolled onto my back and waited. “Me on top? Sure, why not?” Amber moved her hips tentatively after settling onto me. “Mmmm… I think I could like this,” she commented. A few moments later, Amber’s hips were churning furiously with my cock buried all the way inside of her. She was gasping, huffing, whimpering, and turning red. “Oh-ohshit-ohshit-ohshit…” I steadied her hips with my hands, and suddenly Amber slowed her frantic movement and began to roll her hips forward forcefully, moaning girlishly, “Ohh… ohhh… ohhh… Will… I think-I think-I’m… OHHHHHHHH!” Her pussy squeezed my cock as she shuddered on top of me, eyes and mouth wide open. It relaxed for a moment, and Amber bounced urgently on my lap before her pussy tightened again. She quivered, eyes shut, hands pressed against my chest for a long time, my erection still hard and completely buried inside her. Amber gave one big shudder, her eyes opened, and she melted forward with a sigh to lay limply on top of me, breathing hard, finally giving me a weak kiss after a little while longer. I was still hard inside her. “Ohhh… myyyyy… gawwwd,” Amber exhaled. “I can’t… I can’t…” I told her it was OK, and she slid off me. “You deserve a medal for that, and here I am all wiped out—and you’re still hard.” I kissed her on the cheek and thanked her for the evening. She quickly fell asleep.
I missed my Friday classes because Amber gave me a slow, very caring, extended blowjob the next morning. “Since you said you don’t need an apology, consider this a big thank you.” Afterwards, she cooked breakfast and told me that she had only ever cum that hard from masturbation. “I don’t get there often and it’s usually a little one, but when I do have a big one—it’s pretty much nap time. As you found out. Anyway, I’m happy that I waylaid you outside the Rat last night. Sorry about your missing class today.” She grinned, indicating just how insincere her apology was.
I left for Spring Break right after class; the girls were going to meet me at the airport in Florida. Daisy dropped her bag when she saw me and ran into my arms. We kissed hungrily in the middle of baggage claim, reluctantly stopping when Sheila joined us, giving me a kiss on the cheek with disappointment in her eyes. We checked into the same hotel as before, with adjoining balcony rooms, and as soon as the door between them opened, Sheila announced that we weren’t leaving the room for the rest of the night, and that dinner and drinks were on her. “Can I get a real kiss now, Will?” pouted Sheila as she walked over to me and rested her arms lightly on my shoulders.
My girlfriend looked at me with a question in her eyes. This wasn’t the romantic getaway we wanted, but we were going to be together for a week, if not alone. I gave her a brief nod, and she resignedly sighed, “Go ahead,” to her roommate. Sheila wrapped her arms around me, and pulled herself against me for a long, surprisingly tender kiss. “I’ve been waiting since summer for that,” she smiled, “and I’ve been saving it all for you—and Daisy—for a month.” Sheila looked at us. “But unless you’re hungry now, I think you two deserve some privacy. I’ll be back in about an hour, and then I’ll be ready for dinner,” She blew us a kiss and closed the intermediate door, calling, “Please don’t lock me in here by myself!”
Daisy put her arms around me and we kissed, getting increasingly hotter by the minute. Finally she broke away panting, “I don’t wanna be rushed—but—but—”
“—I want you, too,” I gasped, removing my pants to relieve the pressure on my almost-fully developed erection. We fell to the bed, and were enthusiastically thrusting away at each other, she driving her hips forward aggressively to meet my downward thrusts, eyes locked. Slurping noises filled the room, and suddenly, I was repeatedly groaning “Ohhhh, Daisy…” as my orgasm hit, cumming forcefully in fiery bursts, almost wiping out my awareness of my partner. Almost. Daisy’s face was bright red, her mouth and eyes were open, and her body was vibrating. Somehow, I raised my hips, sending me to nirvana, and as the next lava-like blob tore through my cock, I heard Daisy cry out.
The next thing I knew, we were cuddled up together, naked, and Sheila wasn’t due to return for almost twenty-five minutes. “Wow,” Daisy exhaled, rousing herself from afterglow, “that was quick!” She pecked me on the nose. “Was it that good for you, too?” I could only nod, still addled.
After we dressed, Daisy lit a Virginia Slim Light, and exhaled noisily. “Sheila and I agreed no smoking ‘til later. We didn’t want you to boil over too early,” she smiled, “but I think it’s safe now.” To underscore her point, she dragged deeply, opened her mouth, and lazily snapped a big ball of smoke back in before turning to the side for a long, carefully shaped exhale. My cock didn’t twitch, although my insides did. The sparkle in her eyes went out. “About Sheila… she’s paying for your room and flight, but she knows that we won’t have too much time together after this, so… she says she’s gonna give us alone time, as long as you don’t shut her out.”
I worried that I would be less than enthusiastic. Daisy cocked her head and responded, “I would think that you’d be flattered, Will. There are literally hundreds of guys here who would want her, and she’s picked you. You and me… well, we’ll be all right. We have been so far.” It was flattering in a way—Sheila was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever been with. Nonetheless, I wanted to spend every moment with my girlfriend. Daisy poked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Don’t forget… I think she’s hot, too, and we can share together, if nothing else,” she grinned with the impish smile that said she was ready for mischief—sexual or otherwise.
Sheila returned to find the doors between the rooms open. “I come bearing booze and cigarettes,” she announced. “But we hafta eat first. I don’t want anybody to run outta gas.”
After dinner, Sheila unpacked the “supplies,” including breakfast breads for the next morning. “Will, I got you a half-carton of More menthol, right? And Daisy, I got you a carton of Slims—and a couple packs of More Regulars—for us—and—because Will thinks they’re sexy.” She smiled at me. Another, unfamiliar, carton appeared, reading, “Eve Lights 120’s” with a floral design on it. Daisy asked about it. “Oh, I saw a girl smoking one while I was on my way to the store and I thought they looked cute with the flowers and all,” Sheila lightly explained, pulling a pack from her purse. “She let me try one of hers and I liked it, so I bought a carton since I haven’t seen them at school.” She lit one and dragged deeply, opening her mouth to let a thick swirl of smoke slowly drift out and curl into her nose. There was a pause, she tilted her head back, simultaneously releasing immense streams of smoke through her nose, followed by an almost equally thick stream from her lips. “An’ I can kinda see how some guys might think this is… sexy.”
I was transfixed, gaping, and turned on as she stood, back slightly arched, long white cigarette between a lady’s fingers at the end of a cocked wrist. My cock was growing, completely out of my conscious control. Sheila repeated the action, amazing me with the sheer volume of smoke she was producing, and making the bulge apparent in my jeans. Sheila put out her Eve after her third drag, came close, and told me that she was ready, unnecessarily confirming the expression on her face. “Go ahead, Will,” breathed Daisy. “It’s all right.”
Released from restraint, I pulled the slender redhead to me and hungrily kissed her, spiced with her Eve smoke, immersing myself in her blended scent of perfume and smoke. Sheila responded eagerly, whimpering into my mouth, pressing her body into mine. We undressed very quickly and fell to the bed, where she quickly positioned us and placed my erection at the tip of her pussy. I gasped as I entered her, already slick with excitement, and we started fucking. Daisy became immaterial.
Softly, she cooed and moaned as I moved on top of her, steadily sinking myself in, and pulling almost all the way out, heightening our pleasure, wrapping her arms around me while spreading her legs wider in encouragement. “N-n-n-nnnggghhh!” grunted Sheila, high-pitched and quiet, arching her back in orgasm, tightening her grasp on me, keeping me from moving while she was riding the wave. She relaxed as the wave crested and broke, giving a deliciously addled sigh, allowing me to move again. I resumed the long, deliberate strokes, still a ways off from my own release, and still incredibly turned on by Sheila’s beauty and responsiveness. I wanted to fuck her all night, and it felt like I could.
She began to undulate beneath me, signaling the approach of another orgasm, but this one took a while to arrive. Sheila’s body was moving in waves, and soft, strangled, inarticulate cries were coming from her mouth as she danced along orgasm’s edge, her obvious pleasure almost as exciting to me as the physical and mental thrill of fucking the goddess.
Daisy moaned loudly from somewhere nearby, and it seemed as if that was the trigger for Sheila’s orgasm, because she arched her back and vibrated, inside and out, for a while. Daisy moaned again, louder, and all I could do was hang onto Sheila while her orgasm continued. She finally collapsed with a huff, and her body lost all tension; her head lolled to the side with unfocused eyes. I started to move again, still hard. “Ungh!” was Sheila’s initial reaction, immediately followed by feeble attempts at pushing me away. “Stop… Will…” she managed to gasp. “Need… needa… break.” Buried inside of her, I complied, frustrated, as my withdrawal made my dick sing, and triggered a large aftershock for Sheila.
“Are you finished?” I turned to see Daisy, naked and legs splayed, in the large chair, lightly playing with her clit. Before I could answer, Sheila happily groaned, “I am,” without moving. “Good,” Daisy husked. “Do you know how sexy watching that was?” She was still gently wobbling her clit with one hand, and used her other to indicate my dick, still standing at its full length, parallel to the floor. “C’mere, baby. I want some o’ that.”
The next morning, as Daisy slept, I watched Sheila have her morning cigarette as she stood on the sunlit balcony. Her Eve 120 looked slim and long between her fingers and her casual, natural, yet mammoth, combination exhales the next morning was amazingly energizing. I stepped onto the balcony, wrapped my arms around her from behind as my cock pushed against her tight ass. Sheila quickly put out her half-finished cigarette, kissed me hungrily, and let me drag her into the adjoining bedroom for a fast pre-breakfast fuck.
I thought I was done for the day, and even apologized to Daisy after we returned to the room from dinner at the Italian restaurant. All of us were tipsy because the bartender, Gus, remembered us from the year before. One round on the house, and three more formidable ones later, we were back at our room. Sex was the last thing on my mind, especially given how weakly I had cum that morning with Sheila. The girls, however, had other plans. Daisy lit a holdered More, while Sheila tried to put an Eve into one; when it fell out, she said, “Fuck it,” and lit it, taking a heavy, cheek-hollowing drag. Sheila opened her mouth and slowly sucked the smoke back in through her nostrils. Immediately, smoke began pouring from her nose in thick, long streams as she raised her head, and she expelled the rest through her lips. She hadn’t done that all night while we were out.
“Don’t you think it’s sexy the way she does that, Will?” Daisy breathed, removing my pants as I stared at her roommate, taking another massive drag and releasing the same fascinating, voluminous exhale. “I do. She’s been practicing just for you.” She pushed me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and from her knees, drew on her holder, and engulfed my flaccid, supposedly worn out, cock. Sheila quickly joined her, and gently pushed her way to my dick. After yet another drag, Sheila took me into her mouth. Smoke poured from her nostrils, and my cock began to swell as she bobbed her head. The girls smoked and sucked until I was as hard as I had been the night before. Daisy lit another holdered More, told me to lie back and mounted me, moving her hips without urgency, stopping occasionally to take a luxurious, elegant drag from her holder. Sheila climbed onto the bed sans cigarette, and kissed Daisy, who pulled back to take a drag on her holder, and exhaled into Sheila’s mouth before kissing her some more. Sheila exhaled through her nose and began to play with Daisy’s clit. I was in heaven. Daisy was too wet for me to notice how tender my cock was, genuine, spontaneous lesbian lust was going on above me, and I was climbing to orgasm. My hips began moving, slowly, powerfully, thrusting upwards on their own. Suddenly, the burn was flowing through my dick and the rest of the world vanished for a while.
When it returned, Daisy was sliding off me, and I heard her say, “Time to make a payment, baby.” She lay down on the bed next to me, and I saw Sheila flash past the edge of my vision. I struggled to a sitting position so I could watch the gorgeous redhead clean my girlfriend’s gooey pussy with her mouth, only stopping her oral attentions after Daisy had cum. Sheila stood and grabbed Daisy’s holder and a More, looking at me. I shook my head; I just couldn’t have any more sex. She steadily drew on the holder, and lifted her head. She finally lifted her head, and exhaled through her nose yet again. Lightly resting her free hand on my chest, Sheila smiled down at me and softly said, “I know.” She dragged again and exhaled, long and oral this time, arm extended with the holder held from beneath. “I just wanted to make sure you had sweet dreams.”
The next day was my day off. I slept late, and spent the majority of the day alone in the room while the girls were out on the beach. When they returned, they cleaned themselves up in the other room after greeting me, without any trace of the sexual energy that had marked our vacation to this point. Sheila smoked the way she had the year before, nowhere near as spectacular as the style she’d apparently developed for the express purpose of seducing me. The evening’s activities consisted of dinner in the room, a short discussion of whether we would go to a relatively nearby theme park the following day, and a three-way game of Uno. The girls left to pick up a rental car so we could leave early the next morning, but I fell asleep before they got back. They woke me briefly to give me good night kisses before settling in to sleep with me on the bed. I slept face-to-face with Daisy, while Sheila wrapped her arms around me from behind.
One of my favorite photos ever came from that day at the park. The three of us were soaked from the water ride, and Daisy and Sheila kissed me simultaneously on each cheek, the outline of their nipples quite visible through their tops. The best part was the grin I got from the photographer: he clearly did not believe Daisy’s story that I was her big brother.
That night, Daisy took out her long holder, put a Virginia Slim Light in it, and reclined in the big chair. “Oh Sheila, dear,” she called with her legs crossed and the holder held vertically, looking quite—to use a term I didn’t know at the time—dominant. “It’s time for your next payment.”
Her roommate grinned, took off her clothes, and knelt in front of Daisy, who moved to let Sheila take off her panties. Any doubts I had about still being worn out disappeared as Daisy took a deep drag, lazily leaned back to rest her head against the chair, and casually exhaled while Sheila started to eat her pussy. My dick jumped, and was hard by the time Daisy finished her cigarette. Sheila paused, shook out her hair, and noticed that I was masturbating. “There are better things to do with that,” she growled, lifting her ass for emphasis as she went back to work. I took her invitation, and, after some hasty preparation, was buried in her ass a few moments later.
“Ohhh,” sighed Sheila, as I moved with ease, “Willllll… that feels sooooo gooooood,” she crooned, now distracted from her original task. I watched Daisy grab her roommate’s hand, and in response, Sheila slid two fingers into my girlfriend, who moaned and began humping them. I got harder inside Sheila as my strokes became longer, making her pant softly and move in time with me, quietly singing, “Nngh! Nngh! Ohhhhh!” Her body began shuddering, and she warned, “Ohhh… Will… Will… you’re… I’m… I’mgonna… gonna…” Sheila gave one big shudder and softly crooned, “Ohhhhhh…” as I kept pumping, feeling her pussy twitch on the other side of my dick. Suddenly, Daisy cried out, fucking Sheila’s fingers with gusto, and as I watched my girlfriend cum gloriously, radiant, beautiful in her ecstasy, my orgasm came out of nowhere, and with a loud grunt, I shot into Sheila’s ass. “Cummmmm,” she purred, bucking gently, and with one final crazed thrust, I buried myself into her, dick sizzling, causing her to squeak and cum some more.
Afterwards, they caringly cleaned me up, and I was ready for bed, worn out. However, they had other ideas. Daisy started to dry my groin, first with a towel, then with her hand, long after the stated goal had been achieved. My protests were muffled by long kisses from her roommate, who proceeded to smoke an Eve 120 in the mesmerizing fashion she’d cultivated for my benefit, while Daisy took over kissing and masturbating me, making sure that I could see Sheila. My cock began to respond, and then Sheila took over with her silky mouth, effortlessly throating me as I grew. For her part, Daisy smoked a More menthol, giving me smoky kisses and playing with my nipples. She put the More out, got on her hands and knees, and it was her turn to have me in her ass.
I didn’t last long enough to make Daisy cum. When I started moaning, fighting the urge to ejaculate, Sheila slid her finger into my asshole and played with my prostate. “Ohhhh… fuck!” I fired a great big blob of cum into my girlfriend’s ass, then a tiny one, and then I collapsed.
“You owe me one,” giggled Daisy. I remember wanting to say something witty in return, but all I got was… darkness.
Both Daisy and Sheila proved more than adept at using my fetish to get me to exceed my physical limits. At times I felt as if I was only there to be their sex toy, but it was a happy five nights, and there’s no sense in pretending that I wasn’t an eager participant. Thursday morning, Sheila smoke-enchanted me into giving her head and then rode me to a couple more orgasms while I ate Daisy. Afterwards, she packed her things, kissed each of us, and went back to the other room. “Daisy, come get your stuff when you’re ready. You guys get that room, an’ I’m stayin’ on this side. I’m keepin’ my promise.”
She had given us our alone time, and Spring Break became the romantic, just-the-two-of-us getaway I had envisioned with Daisy. However, we both got a look at Sheila, all dressed up to thrill as she prepared to go out Saturday evening, inspiring us to have a quick conference where we agreed to seduce her. Not that it was too difficult. “Hey Sheila,” called Daisy, “do you have some extra lip gloss?” Her roommate came through the suite door to find Daisy licking my cock like a lollipop as I lay on my back, naked. “Wanna share?” she purred, adding, “Both of us.” We were the only people to see the gorgeous redhead in that slinky, sexy black dress—and I got to remove it.
The next morning, we packed in a hurry to make our flights. “See you in May—we’ve got a few days together before I leave,” Daisy said as we kissed before going our separate ways. “And Sheila says thank you for this morning. She appreciated us giving up our last night together.” I admitted that her roommate was hot, and apologized for giving up our last night together. “She says that you’re way sexier than you look, too.”
The rest of the semester passed quickly, and suddenly, I was home, greeting my newly-graduated girlfriend at her graduation party. “My flight leaves Thursday,” she glumly said when we had a moment to ourselves. “I wish you could come with me—at least for the summer.” I made her put our melancholy away for the duration of our time together. Daisy’s parents left us alone at the summer house for the remaining few days we had together; her only commitment was to make sure she was packed for her departure.
She used her cigarette holders consistently, looking casually elegant and rich, even in jeans. Wednesday, neither of us left the summer house. That afternoon, Daisy lay on the bed gaminely reclined, slowly, demonstratively smoking a Virginia Slim Light in her longest holder. “Will?” she began after a particularly elegant lazy drag and skyward exhale, holder held mid-stem from beneath, arm slightly extended, wrist naturally cocked. Naked, and looking incredibly comfortable portraying the essence of 1920’s glamour, she had my full attention. “I have a confession to make.” She paused, regarding the holder for a moment. “I think I’m gonna miss this the most. Don’t get me wrong, you’re wonderful, and the sex is innn-cred-ible.” Slowly, Daisy raised the holder to her lips and drew. Holding the smoke in her lungs, she turned her head to the side a little, and raised her chin by a scant two inches. She pursed her lips, and smoke began to flow through them in a shaped, well-defined stream, joined after several seconds by twin, very visible trails from her nose, during which, she returned the holder to its resting position. “I love that. I love the way it makes me feel—almost too sexy for words—because of the way you react to it. No other guy has ever communicated so much sheer—desire for me, smoking or not, with just a look or an expression.
“But in the same way, you’re also the one guy who makes me feel that your interest in me goes far beyond this—desire I can provoke, and it’s always been that way. In fact, I felt that from early on... I used to think it was a schoolboy crush, and you were never annoying about it, so it was cute back then. But it never went away, and I finally realized that it wasn’t just infatuation that made you such a nice guy around me. So here I am, about to leave the man I love, I love to be with, and who I absolutely adore seducing, and it sucks.”
“I have faith that we’ll always find each other down the road, Daisy Marie Woodford,” I softly replied. Trust me.” She drew one last time on the holder, creating my absolute favorite image of her that I hold to this day. The subsequent sex was tender, caring, loving, and long. We cleaned up and regretfully left the summer house. I dropped her off at her house and said my goodnights to the Woodford family. Alone in the car, I sighed unhappily, unsuccessfully trying to convince myself that it was all for the better.
Both families took long trip to JFK for Daisy's flight; her father had hired a limo. Daisy gave me a smile and blew me a kiss as she turned at the gate for a final wave. At that moment, I had never felt more secure in our relationship, and knew that it would last for the rest of our lives.