The story picks up with Matt and Cassie in a random European village in 1993.
Matt and Cassie were both abandoned as babies by their parents and had both
lived all of their 18 years at the village orphanage. They were both getting to the
age where they would have to leave the orphanage and go out into the wide world,
unfortunately for them there wasn’t exactly a plethora of opportunities in the
village. They had spoken about what they would do next and they had considered
leaving the village. It seened like over the last few years 1 or 2 of the orphans had
left the village when they aged out at 18 every year, at least they guessed they had
left the village, the orphans had seemed to leave overnight, all trace of them and
their belongings were gone the morning after and they never heard any more from
them after that.
Both were very typical looking teenagers, Matt was a gangly awkward looking
teen, whereas Cassie was a skinny bookish looking girl who had started to get
pretty over the last year or two, she had thick curly brown hair and relied on a
cheap looking pair of glasses to correct her poor vision. Everyone in the village
knew that Matt was in love with Cassie, Cassie it seemed was the only person who
wasn’t aware of this.
Altho it was a very poor village there was one very wealthy inhabitant. Lady Florian
lived in a mansion atop a hill that looked down over the village, Matt and Cassie
had always referred to the mansion as ‘the castle’ due to the design of the big
house. Not much was known of Lady Florian, she had become a recluse over the
last couple of decades since taking control of the few profitable trades the village
offered. She was very beautiful but must now be approaching her late 40’s/early
50’s, no one was exactly sure of her age as she hadn’t been seen in the village for
years. The two things people knew about her, mainly due to gossip and hearsay
was that she had unusual golden yellow eyes, and that she had a heavy smoking
habit. Apparently she had 400 eve 120 cigarettes delivered in each week, rumour
had it that she was keeping the village tobacconist in business, not many other
people in the village were smokers due to the lack of money among the poor
inhabitants.
This was a fact which made Matt unhappy. Unbeknownst to anyone he had a
smoking fetish, but due to the lack of smoking women in the village he had no
outlet for his obsession. He had tried to talk to Cassie about cigarettes a couple of
times but had been shot down. Cassie made it clear that she hated smokers and
smoking and thought anyone with a vice was weak and pathetic.
THE END…?
Sisters Share Their Enjoyment
by Complete_Working9067
Chapter 1
Hi my name is Jen and this is my smoking story.
I was 16 years old, a sophomore in high school. I was 5’ 3” tall with long brown hair
and my boobs were mere bumps. I had freckles and braces on my teeth. I was bit
on the shy side but quite a cutie if I say so myself. I had a steady boyfriend at the
time, his name was Bob. Bob was a year older than I was. We went to the same
high school but were at different campuses. .I was the baby in the family. I have
two older sisters Judy, who was the oldest, she was 21 at the time and my middle
sister Jamie, who was 19 at the time. Both of my sisters were smokers as were my
parents. Back then it seemed as if everyone smoked. I had my own bedroom as
did Jamie because Judy had moved out about a year earlier. I remember one
evening I went into Jamie’s room to ask for some nail polish. Jamie was sitting at
her desk doing homework or something. She had a cigarette lit sitting in an
ashtray. She picked it up and took a cheek hollowing drag as I asked for the polish.
I watched her intently as she sucked the smoke down into her lungs, waited a few
seconds and then exhaled a large plume into the air. She must have noticed how
intently I was watching because she then asked me if I would like to try one. I was
always a little enthralled with smoking but had never given it a try. I said to her “ Oh
I don’t know, what about my braces”.? She answered back “I used to smoke when
I had my braces ”. I thought about it for another minute and said “ I guess I could
give it a try”. She then reached over to a pack of Marlboro lights that were on the
desk and slid one out Of the pack and handed it to me. I put it between my fingers
and looked at myself in the mirror. I was very excited. I then put it to my lips. My
sister told me to draw a little bit into my mouth as she held a lighter to the end of
the cigarette. I took a little in and blew it out directly. The cigarette was now lit.
Janie then told me to draw another small bit into my mouth and then take a deep
breath in. I did as she told me, I could feel the smoke go down my throat and into
my lungs. I kind of wanted to cough or gag but I fought off the urge. I then exhaled
a small wisp of smoke. I was so excited I immediately took another drag With the
same results. I went for my third immediate drag and my sister says “ slow down or
you’ll make yourself sick”. I waited a minute and took another drag. This time I took
a bigger drag and I still didn’t cough. I did feel a little light headed afterwards. I
smoked the remainder of the cigarette with my sister. I watched her long deep
inhales and could hardly wait until I could smoke like her. When I finished and
crushed out my first cigarette my sister asked “ how did you like that”? I told her I
didn’t really liked the taste but liked the smoking. She told me it was an acquired
taste and I would learn to like it in time. She then told me this is exactly how she
got started. I said “what do you mean “. Judy taught me how to smoke.
The next day all I could think about was smoking a cigarette with my sister. I
rushed home from school but Jamie was no where to be found. I looked around
her room to see if she might have left some cigarettes behind but I found none.
She finally arrived home minutes before dinner. We all had dinner and after she
and my parents lit up cigarettes as they normally did. I usually would leave the
table then but this time I just sat and watched as the enjoyed there after dinner
smokes. All I could do was wish I could join them. Jamie had to leave after dinner
for awhile. I waited patiently for her return hoping it would be before I went to bed.
She returned home around 8:00. I heard her go into her room so I rushed over.
She said “you need something “? I answered could I have another cigarette? She
said “Oh you liked it enough to have another”? I answered with an emphatic “Yes”.
She dug into her purse and produced her pack of cigarettes. She picked one out
for me and handed it to me. I immediately put it to my lips and lit it. I took a small
puff like before. I must have had a look of gratification on my face because she
said “Good, Huh”? I just nodded and murmured ”Um Huh”. I then got a little braver
and took a much bigger drag. It felt so good going down but I almost coughed. I
then exhaled a sizable plume of smoke. My fingers got a little tingly and I got a little
light headed. My sister asked “ get a little buzz?” Yep I said. She told me that
would go away the longer I smoked. It’ll go away in a minute she told me. I waited
til I got my senses back and took another drag, not quite as big as the one before.
My sister then lit up her own cigarette. We again smoked together . Even though
she started hers after I did she finished hers before I did. When we had both
crushed out our cigarettes I reached into my pocket and produced a five dollar bill.
I gave it to her and said to her “I would like my own pack”. She replied “Oh, I’ll pick
you up one tomorrow“. She then asked “ same kind”? I answered “maybe menthol
“. She then told me she had started with menthols but changed to regulars a year
or so after starting.
I again could hardly wait the next day for Jamie to get home. It was around
5:00.when pulled in . She went straight to her room and I rushed in and said to her
“did you get them”? She produced from her purse a pack of Marlboro menthol
lights. She handed me the pack with some change. She said now you have your
own pack, you can leave them in my room until you tell mom and dad that you’ve
started smoking. I wanted to take one out right away and smoke it but thought
maybe I should wait until after dinner so my parents wouldn’t smell the smoke on
me at dinner. I just held the pack and admired it. I told my sister thanks for getting
them for me. She told me if I wanted to buy them myself she knew a place that
would sell them to me.
That night after dinner I didn’t sit and admire the others as they smoked . I rushed
upstairs and into my sisters room. I carefully pulled on the red string and peeled off
the cellophane wrapper. This was all new to me as I opened the top of the box. I
then removed the piece of foil over the top of the twenty white tipped cigarettes. I
extracted one from the bunch and immediately placed it in my lips. I brought the
flame to the tip and lit it. I took a small drag not knowing if I would like these. The
sensation was the same and the taste had improved. I then took a bigger drag and
felt the cool menthol smoke slide down my throat into my lungs. I held it for a
second and exhaled a nice plume into the room. I thought to myself I could get to
like these. My sister then came into the room. She said “what do you think”? I said
“I like them”. She then watched as took another drag and said “ looking good”. I
finished the cigarette each time taking a little bigger drag. I think at that point I was
hooked.
Chapter 2
I had been smoking for around three weeks, enjoying my new found habit. I still
only smoked in my sister’s room, almost nightly. I would occasionally on the
weekends smoke in the park but by myself and not really in public. I only told one
friend and Bob that I started to smoke. My parents didn’t know about my habit as
of yet. I think they may have had a clue because I seemed to be in my sisters room
quite often. I had just purchased my second pack, by myself this time at the store
my sister had told me about. It was quite exciting to purchase them on my own.I
was getting much better at smoking, developing my own smoking style. I could
now take a pretty good drag and was working on an open mouth snap inhale. I
would hold it in a couple of seconds and then exhale a nice cone shaped plume.
My sister had tried to get me to blow smoke rings but I wasn’t good at that yet. I felt
the need to smoke more often but didn’t know how I was going to do that if my
parents didn’t know. I asked my sister Jamie how she told my parents. She said
she didn’t tell them they found out. She told me I just needed to start smoking in
public places and it would get back to them, so that’s what I did. I would smoke
while walking home, in the park and around town. It didn’t take long and one night
my dad called me into the living room after dinner. He said to me “I understand
you’ve decided to start smoking” I actually think maybe my sister tipped him off. I
told him that “yes I had trued it and liked it“. He said he didn’t want me sneaking
around behind his back doing it so he would let me continue but I had certain rules
to follow. I could smoke in the house and out in public, not at school or school
activities, not at church and not while driving.I also had to pay for my own
cigarettes. I agreed to his terms. I was so excited I was now a full fledged smoker.
The following night after dinner I was prepared. When everyone else lit up there
cigarettes I pulled out one and did the same . I was a bit nervous since this is the
first time I would be smoking in front of my parents. I lit it and took a pretty good
drag off it, then did my open mouth snap inhale, waited a second and exhaled a
plume into the air. My mom then said to me “Wow, been at this a little while”? I
answered “ a bit”. She then said “ it sure looks like you enjoy it” I said “I do”.
School was just about finished for the year and I would be out for the summer. I
needed to find a job, I had some money saved up from babysitting jobs but that
wouldn’t last long. I knew now that I had my parents permission I would be
smoking a lot more this summer.I landed a job as a waitress at the downtown
dinner. I didn’t make much hourly but the tips were good. I was young and cute so I
made it work for me. The other good thing was that we got regular smoke breaks
as most of the other waitresses smoked.I turned 17 that summer. I remember my
sister bought me my own fancy lighter. My parents just gave me money, which I
appreciated. I think by the end of that summer I was smoking about a pack every
other day , sometimes more.
I was with Bob one Saturday night . We were at his house watching a movie on tv.
His parents were out for the evening. I asked him if I could smoke and he thought it
would be alright since his parents were smokers. Bob never smoked and never
expressed any feelings as to my smoking. He would often just watch me as I
smoked. I had a cigarette lit and had put it in the ashtray when his parents arrived
home. They checked in on us and I didn’t want them to think it was Bob that was
smoking so I picked up the cigarette and took a good drag off it. I then asked them
how their evening was as I exhaled. They said it was nice and left us alone the rest
of the evening. From that point on whenever I was over there were always
ashtrays around to use. I never smoked in front of them again. Bob and I broke up
a year or so later but I don’t think my smoking had anything to do with it.
by Durden1980