That night of passion changed things forever. The two girls continued to
see each other more and more, becoming lovers. Sensual displays of
cigarette smoking and lesbian lovemaking brought pleasure to levels they
never thought they could reach. They spent many hours practicing their
smoking technique together, soon becoming equipped with an arsenal of
smoking styles. They would arouse each other with their inhales; snap
inhales, french inhales, open mouth inhales and taking deep, monstrous
drags before completing the smoking experience with muliple exhales,
nostril exhales, reinhaling and smoke rings. They played smoking games like
who could smoke a cigarette quickest, while smoke kisses became their
favourite. These erotic displays coupled with the mixture of nicotine and
and adrenalin stimulated the girls into having the most wonderful smokesex.
To their credit however, they did plenty of revision in preparation for
their upcoming GCSE examinations, of which both girls were confident of
success. However, there was a price to pay for all this; the girls began to
smoke more both during sex and while studying to maintain concentration
with the result that their timid, delicate bodies began to crave more
nicotine, more of the time. They began to smoke cigars more often, while
high tar, filterless cigarettes became their regular brand. Often, they cut
out the inhale, just breathing in with their cigarette between their lips.
The smoke burned as it passed down and entered their lungs, but there was
no dilution of smoke and the rush was like no other. But the girls had
never felt so alive, no other legal substance could put them on the high
that nicotine did.
Despite the two girls being lovers, Emma continued to date Paul, who was
starting to get worried.
“Honey, what’s with the filterless Camel?” he asked as they walked to to
the cinema one night,
“I like them,” Emma replied, “they’re a good smoke.”
“But they’re high tar, are you trying to ruin yourself completely?”
“Paul chill out,” Emma moaned, “I like smoking, it makes me feel good.”
Paul watched as she placed the lipstick coated Camel to her lips and
breathed in directly; the stress of Paul hassling her called for a bigger
fix of the drug. She breathed for all of 10 seconds, her lungs screaming
out in pain as they filled with the toxic, high tar smoke. The eventual
exhale was a a monster, Paul shook his head in disbelief at the amount of
smoke Emma had just taken into her lungs.
They walked into the cinema in silence, Paul walking over to the ticket
booth while Emma finished off her Camel.
“OK babe,” Paul said as he returned, trying to change the subject, “the
films about to start, you ready?” Emma looked at her watch thoughtfully,
“Hang on a minute,” she replied, pulling out her carton of soft pack Camel,
“just have one more cig.” Paul turned away before he said something he
would regret. Emma lit up the Camel and immediately began one of her lung
pumps. Breathing heavily with the tip of the Camel burning furiously as she
did; she didn’t relish the thought of going three hours without a smoke
during the film, such was her growing addiction. Paul faced Emma again and
watched as she began to take multiple pumps, the smoke getting hotter and
hotter, stronger and stronger, thicker and thicker with each drag. Thick
streams of creamy smoke poured from her nostrils as she smoked down the
cigarette, virtually without removing it from between her lips. They began
to walk over to the screen, a dense fog following Emma as she walked. The
Camel was finished off rapidly, the head rush immense, as she put out the
cigarette in an ashtray outside the screen. Her lungs, coated with a thick
layer of tar, relieved as the internal pressure began to drop when Emma
exhaled what was left of the smoke.
Paul didn’t concentrate much on the film for thinking about Emma. She was
so young, so beautiful, but why did she need to smoke? Why did she start?
Why was she smoking more? Why would someone willingly choose to
deliberately damage their lungs? He mulled over these questions in his
mind, over and over again. What should I do? he wondered; if I pester her
she’ll get fed up, I can’t lose her…but I can’t stand by and watch her
destroy herself.
Emma meanwhile, had thoughts of her own. Why can’t Paul just accept my
smoking? How can he understand how I feel if he’s never smoked? He can’t
appreciate how great it is, how it makes me feel so good. The feel of the
smoke as it dances in my lungs, the warmth, the thought of the nicotine
soaking into my blood, the euphoria as it flows around my body! And knowing
that while I’m experiencing this, I look so sexy with my cigarette. Emma
began to feel wet thinking about it, wishing that she was naked with Julie
on her bed, cigarette smoke flowing around them.
After the film, as they filed out, Emma fumbled for her cigs in her bag
along with many other people, all lighting up as they left the screen,
their bodies screaming for nicotine, their lungs wanting to be filled with
the gorgeous smoke. Emma lit her Camel, taking a deep, deep breath as she
did, forcing the thick, dense, undiluted pure smoke down into her lungs,
filling them up. She suddenly felt so much better, her craving was being
satisfied, her body felt relaxed.
Paul and Emma decided to make their way to the bar for a drink, and were
served a beer each by the unsuspecting barman. Paul remained quiet as he
watched Emma smoke, noticing the look of satisfaction on her face. “I’m
sorry to hassle you babe, it’s just…..I’m in love with you…and I don’t
mind you smoking…just not so much….it can’t be doing you any
good….I’m only thinking of you.”
“I know honey,” Emma replied as she stubbed out her lipstick coated Camel,
exhaling a tight stream of smoke, “it’s just….you’ve never smoked
Paul…..you can’t appreciate how great it is…the feeling I get from it.”
“What like yellow fingers, black lungs, your clothes and hair smelling of
stale smoke.” Emma sighed, it was clear she wasn’t going to win here. They
both sat in silence while they finished their beers before Emma stood up,
announcing she was going home. Paul meanwhile, ordered himself another
beer, clearly stating he was staying here but that did not deter Emma who
walked out and climbed into a waiting taxi.
She lay in bed that night thinking about eveything. She thought about the
strong feelings she had for Paul, but she knew she could and would not quit
smoking. It all strengthened her feelings for Julie, somebody who accepted
her smoking, someone who smoked herself, someone with whom she had the most
amazing sex. Of course, there were loads of guys out there who would love
Emma AND her smoking, but she had it all with Julie. Slowly she drifted off
to sleep.
That night was the beginning of the end for Paul and Emma, things never
improved and soon after they split up. But the relationship between Julie
and Emma continued to grow. They were both successful in GCSE exams and
went to college together to study their A-levels. Following more success,
they left for medical school together..always together. They moved far away
from home, living together as lovers and smokers; in their freedom, they
were regularly smoking 60 filterless cigarettes a day, more during their
regular smokesex sessions.
Paul meanwhile studied medicine also, although far away from his lesbian
sister and ex-girlfriend. He settled down and married a non-smoker of
course, but remaining in touch with the two lovers, never knowing what they
were.