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--- In smokingtales@yahoogroups.com,
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/smokingtales/
Gwendolyn wrote:
Not Just On Guys by Gwen
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Seriously."
After school. We were lying on my living room floor
watching bad TV, talking and laughing a lot. My folks
were out for the night and my stupid little brother
was playing hockey.
Cassie was lying with her feet up on the couch. She
still had her uniform on and her legs were dark and
tanned from the summer sun. I was lying just a little
bit away. I'd changed into jeans and my favourite worn
out t-shirt.
"Seriously?" I asked her again.
"You don't believe me?" She had the most golden blonde
hair I've ever seen. Long. It was swept all around
her. She looked like she should be in a fairy tale or
something.
"Not really." I said.
"Eat my ass while I'm taking a shit." A really obscene
fairy tale.
She'd asked me if I'd go steal some of my mom's
cigarettes. I didn't really want to. She told me she'd
show me how to smoke to really turn a guy on.
I looked over at her and she started to tell me about
this older guy that gave her money to sit in his house
and smoke.
"Is he gross?" I asked her.
"No." she said. "I mean he's not Brad Pitt or anything
but he's not ugly either."
"And he gives you money?"
"A hundred dollars one time."
"You give him sex?"
"No. He never even touches me. He shows me stuff on
his computer and I sit on a chair and smoke for him."
"Does he whack off?"
"Not in front of me. I mean I know he jerks himself
when I leave but he never does it in front of me."
"That's fucked up."
She laughed. "I kind of like it." She said "The way he
looks at me. Sometimes I catch one of the guys from
school looking at me that way and I start to show off
for him."
"Smoking?"
"Yeah. C'mon. You never thought smoking was sexy? This
guy just likes to watch. That's all. And he showed me
how to smoke the way guys really like."
"Sounds creepy."
"You going to get those cigarettes or not?"
I thought about it for a little while. Had to admit I
was kind of curious.
I went up stairs and stole a few cigarettes from my
mom's bedroom closet. I grabbed her lighter and headed
down the stairs.
Cassie hadn't moved.
I just stood there for a moment. For some reason all
of a sudden I wasn't sure what to do or say.
"Let's go up to your bedroom." She said.
My stomach did a weird little lurch. "Why?"
"Because if someone walks in we can hear them first
from up there."
"My parents won't be home for hours. And my brother=85"
She got up, moved to the stairs and stood there
waiting. "Let's go upstairs." She said.
I was nervous all of a sudden. I knew why. She knew
why. But neither of us were going to say the words.
I followed her up to the bedroom.
She sat right down on the bed and looked at me. "Close
the door." She told me.
I closed the door.
"Come here. Beside me."
I went over and sat beside her.
She took the cigarettes from my hand and then the
lighter. Placing all but one cigarette onto the
blanket between us she told me "Watch the way I light
it. The lighting's a really important part." She put
the cigarette between her lips and held it with two
fingers. "Some guys like it when you just let it
dangle but this guy doesn't. He likes it when I hold
it like this." She flicked the lighter and looked at
me over the flame. "You have to hold the flame to the
tip and look into his eyes while you take the first
drag."
Her eyes locked on mine and she brought the flame to
the tip of her cigarette. She took a deep drag while
smoke wafted around her face and leaned in close to
me.
My stomach did the lurch again. I could smell her hair
and her skin and even her breath. Her lips were so
close to mine for a moment, just a moment, I thought
she was going to kiss me.
And then she blew the smoke out right into my face and
mouth. It streamed out in a thick white cloud and
filled my mouth and clouded my eyes. It poured and
poured out of her mouth and into mine so that I could
taste it's acrid bitter flavor mingled with the
cinnamon and honey taste of Cassie's breath.
When the smoke stopped she looked at me. And laughed.
"That's what turns them on most." She said. "When you
blow the smoke right at them."
She looked at me. Something in her eyes set my stomach
tingling once again, made the blood pound in my ears.
"Want to learn a trick. Something to make the boys cum
right in their pants?"
I nodded my head. Too afraid my voice would fail me.
She took another cigarette from the bed and handed it
to me along with the lighter. "Light it." She said
"The way I just showed you."
I held the cigarette between my fingers, brought it to
my lips, lit it and drew the smoke deep down into my
lungs. And then I leaned in close and blew the smoke
into her face. There was something intensely erotic in
the smoke that drifted from my lips and into her face.
So thick. So white. Passing between us and filling the
air with wispy clouds.
She just sat there at first. And then she laughed. "I
meant the lighting part you idiot!"
"Bite me." I said. And hoped the slight crack in my
voice wasn't too apparent.
And she leaned in close, placed her lips on my neck
and bit me. More of a slight nibble. The soft moisture
of her lips on my skin.
The sweet feeling as he body brushed against mine.
And she laughed again.
"Asshole." I said.
"Skank." She said
"Biatch." I said.
"Do you want to learn the trick or not?"
I smiled and nodded my head.
"Okay." She said "Take a really deep drag."
I took as deep a drag as I dared.
"Hold it. And don't blow it out until I till you to."
Yet again she leaned in close to me, so close I was
sure she was going to kiss me, so close out lips were
almost touching.
"Now." She said.
And I blew the smoke out, right into her waiting
mouth. I could hear her inhaling as I exhaled and I
wondered what she was doing. As I finished she drew
away slightly and looked into my eyes.
And she blew a stream of smoke back into my face.
I looked at her. "I saw it on the internet." She told
me "The guy showed. Guys who like this go nuts on that
one."
We were still so close I could taste her breath.
"Now you." She said.
She took a drag and leaned in close. "Breath in while
I blow out." She whispered into my mouth.
She blew the smoke out and I drew it in. Some of it
got in my nostrils and some in my eyes but I could
feel most of it being drawn in to my lungs. I held it
for a second and then I leaned in so my lips were
actually brushing against her and blew the smoke into
her mouth.
And as the smoke poured out I kissed her and she
kissed me. First lips searching tenderly and then with
tongue and we poured out desires and our smoke into
each other's mouths.
We kissed and we kissed with remnants of cigarette
smoke still drifting between us and then Cassie pulled
back a little and smiled into my eyes.
"You see." She said as she kissed me again "It doesn't
just work on guys."
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