Sexually awakened and having grown-up chats with her mothe made Paula feel grown-up, almost ready to experience more of life's 'grown-up' pleasures.

Even though her father glowered, her mother laughed him off and Paula  was allowed a glass of half-wine, half-water with her weekend meals.

Paula took her first puff of a cigarette in the summer of 2000 after a friend of her mothers had been smoking in the garden before going indoors with her mother to watch Trisha on the television and leaving it still burning in the ashtray.  Paula had picked it up, taken a puff and paraded around pretending to be a model.  What she didn't know was that her neighbour had seen her.

The neighbours, Bob and Jenny, didn't have any children of their own, only two cats.  Paula's father had often joked that they should get a dog to chase the cats as he hated cats, but Paula often used to stroke and play with them, and had been asked to feed them on occasions when the neighbours were away for the day.

The houses on the estate only had low ranch-type dividing fences, so access to neighbouring properties was not difficult.  Anyway Bob asked Paula over and surprised her by offering her a cigarette saying he'd seen her earlier.  As a dare she took one and went inside with Bob to smoke it.  Jenny was in the house.  She was a teacher at the local infants school, thank goodness not there when Paula or her younger sister had attended  From that day Jenny and Bob encouraged Paula to call round and smoke at their house after school and Jenny taught Paula how to smoke properly.

As the friendship grew the chat regularly got round to sexual matters. Jenny the moreso,and Bob would ask Paula questions about what she knew about sex.  Jenny finished her teaching earlier than Paula finished her classes, so was generally at home;  Bob was generally only there on a Friday as he finished work at lunchtime.

There was no discomfort because Paula could ask them things and felt quite grown-up talking with them.  Paula was not at all tight in telling of her masturbation, and they nodded approvingly when they found out she used tampons and was on the pill.

Jenny would often tell Paula of her experiences and Paula would listen almost in awe.  There was laughter such as the time Jenny told of having orgasms on the back of a motor bike with a teenage boyfriend, and having to grip him tight to stop falling off.  The boy had thought she was scared and had never realised that the bike's vibrations with her legs astride of it were giving her orgasms.  Paula told of her 'horse-riding' first time and the two of them had giggled like kids.

Paula had not really noticed that Bob often used to leave the room when she was there chatting and smoking.  One day Jenny said "have a good one" as Bob left the room.  Jenny asked Paula if she she knew  what he was doing which at the time she didn't.  “Come with me” said Jenny, and she led Paula upstairs.  Bob was sitting on the bed, with his trousers and pants off holding his penis.  That was the first time Paula had seen an erect penis in the real and the sight fascinated her.  The head looked more bulbous and bigger than the pictures she had seen and it seemed darker in colour to the normal skin around it.  Jenny and Paula went back downstairs without Bob appearing to notice them there and Jenny explained that Bob had a smoking fetish and that the sight of Paula smoking aroused him.
 
Weeks later when Bob had left the room and been gone longer than usual Jenny asked Paula if she'd care to go upstairs and see if Bob 'needed a hand' (her exact words).  Paula went because she had been excited by that first sight and had often though about it.

Bob was again on the bed minus his trousers and underpants as Paula half-knocked and pushed the door open.  He asked her to sit beside him and reached for her hand.  He placed her hand on his penis and squeezed her hand. His penis felt hard and warm and the head glistened with a bead of liquid at the very tip.

Paula let her hand wander all over the penis, exploring for the first time its head, body and the bag at the base.  It didn't feel as smooth as she had first thought.  She wanted to look more closely but felt a bit shy to be too obviously curious, so she just rubbed her hand up and down the shaft.  Bob got more and more excited and was squirming on the bed as Paula rubbed, and then he went rigid and Paula watched as a stream of cum shot out the end of his penis.

She had given her first hand job. It had felt good to her to do that to a guy, especially when she knew he was excited because of her.  Paula almost expected Bob to ask her to have sex with him.  Many a time she'd lain in bed playing with herself and imagining him doing it to her.  But Bob said nothing.

Jenny seemed to encourage Paula to go to Bob and relieve him and would tell her the best way to get him to cum.  She suggested to Paula that Paula kiss Bobs penis and put it in her mouth.  So the next time Paula went down on her knees on the floor between Bobs legs and did as she had been told. Her mouth went round the penis and slid up and down, she tickled the tip with her tongue. It was a bit of a surprise when Bob put one hand behind her head, pushed his penis in deep and came strongly.  Without the hand Paula would have jumped back in surprise, but as the warm cum filled her mouth  and seemed to keep coming there was little she could do.  It was amazing to Paula how much cum came out and in a series of spurts rather than the continual stream she expected.  She had to swallow several times or else it would have dribbled out all over her school blouse.

Many a time Paula had tried to describe to herself the taste of Bob's cum but it was not like anything she had tasted before, there was almost a salty aftertaste, a yogurty feel.  Even Jenny, when asked much later, couldn't give Paula a matching description.