Jess continued to smoke freely the rest of the week. She was maintaining her
rate of a pack or more often a pack and a half per day quite easily, and she
was enjoying every one. On Friday, she woke up around eight, opened a new
pack, and what was quickly becoming a custom, headed downstairs with lit
cigarette in hand. She had lit her second cigarette immediately after
putting out her first while she enjoyed her coffee. She had two more after
breakfast and at nine, she lit up her fifth while her and mom talked of plans
to go shopping together.
Jess then headed upstairs to take a shower. After her shower, she lit up
number six and seven while she got ready. The two got in the car at ten, and
both had two in the car on the way to the mall. Being the early 80’s smoking
was permitted inside the mall. So every time they left one store, Jess’s mom
would light another cigarette and held the lighter out for Jess as a cue to
join her. Jess would joyfully accept. Over the next two hours, they smoked
five more wandering around the mall and by 12:30 the two sat down for lunch.
Two before lunch and two more after lunch and by 1:30, Jess was shocked to
see that there was only one cigarette left of the pack she had opened.
After lunch, they headed for the car to go watch a 2 PM Matinee at the
downtown theatre.
“Mom, can we stop and pick up some cigarettes, this is my last one,” Jess
said as she lit up in the car.
“Sure, we will stop at the tobacco store on the way to the movie,” her mother
responded.
At the store, Jess’s mom went up to the counter and asked for two cartons of
B&H 100’s and the looked at Jess and said, “Salem 100’s right Jess.”
Jess nodded, and her mother then asked for two cartons of Salem 100’s also.
On the way out of the store, Jess looked at her mom and said, “Gosh mom, two
cartons that should last me awhile.”
“The way you been smoking today, I figured you will go through them quite
quickly,” her mom answered back.
Inside the car, Jess opened a new pack, and followed her mom’s lead and lit
another cigarette. “Yeah, hanging out with you does seem to make me smoke
more. I have already smoked a pack today, and it isn’t quite 2 o’clock,”
Jess said through a talking exhale.
The movie theater was a small, locally owned theater with only one screen.
As was sometimes the custom, it had a small balcony reserved for smoking.
This was Jess’s mom’s favorite place to see a movie for this reason alone.
The two smoked seven more during the two hour movie. They both had two more
on the way home, and by five o’clock, Jess had smoked 30 cigarettes already.
At nine, Jess opened pack number three and headed out with some friends. She
got home at one, and had her 53 cigarette just before falling asleep.
The next morning, Jess woke up and started to cough. Her lungs hurt and her
throat felt sore. Yet she was absolutely dying for a cigarette. She reached
over and grabbed her pack. She shook one loose, noticed how few were left
and immediately lit up. She took a big puff, inhaled, and then followed it
with another, making for a nice double pump. She held the smoke in for five
seconds and then slowly released a huge plume of smoke. “Oh god, this feels
so good,” Jess thought to herself. Jess knew that she smoked more than two
and a half packs the day before. “I must be becoming just like mom,” she
laughed to herself. She definitely didn’t want to smoke that much, and yet,
she enjoyed every one. The rest of the day her smoking was heavier than
normal, but not up to the level of the day before. By the end of the day,
she smoked two packs, a level she kept up for the next couple of weeks.
Near the end of June, Jess and her mother took a trip to Atlanta to go to one
of her second cousins wedding. The other kids stayed home with dad. Prior
to leaving, Jess talked to her mom about her smoking.
“Mom, don’t you ever get tired of smoking so much?” Jess asked her mom.
“Believe it or not, no, I don’t. In fact I love smoking every one. There
are days that I can’t seem to get enough. I can’t remember the last time I
didn’t at least smoke three packs in a day. I guess that smoking has just
become such a part of me; I don’t even realize how much that I smoke. It
just seems that every 15 minutes or so I crave another, so I just light up
when the craving hits.”
“I know what you mean about not getting enough, lately I’ve been smoking two
packs a day, and at times that doesn’t seem enough. I guess that I’m just
worried about the health risk. I’m even starting to cough first thing in the
morning. Don’t you worry about your health?” Jess asked.
“Well Jess, if you’re worried about your health then you should quit. The
health risks are the negative part of smoking. The risks are real and every
thing they taught you in school about smoking is true. But to me the
positives far outweigh those risks. So I stopped worrying about them long
ago. But if they bother you that much, than you should reconsider being a
smoker,” Jess’s mother advised.
“Oh no mom, I like smoking too much to quit,” Jess answered.
“Then stop beating yourself up over it and enjoy yourself. If you want a
cigarette, have one. If you need one, have two. Smoking is all about
pleasure. If your going to smoke, then don’t deprive yourself, have one when
you want. Smoke as much as it takes to maximize the pleasure, that’s my
philosophy,” Jess’s mom responded with authority.
“You’re right mom, I’ll take that advice to heart,” Jess replied. “I want
one right now so I think I will have one.”
“I need one Jess, I am going to have two,” her mom laughed back.
It was a six hour trip to Atlanta and the two chained smoke the whole way.
Jess liked smoking with her mom, and she let her hair down and decided to
enjoy smoking to the max, something her mom did every day. By dinner time,
she had already smoked two packs, and when they finally went to bed at 11,
she crushed out her 60th cigarette.
Jess woke up early at 6:30. Her mother was already up smoking a cigarette.
Jess put on her bathrobe, started to cough and walked over to her mom sitting
at the little table in the hotel room.
“Good morning mom. I guess I must have smoked way too much yesterday because
my chest hurts, my throat is sore and my mouth taste like shit,” Jess said as
she sat down across from her mother.
“Here Jess, have a cup of tea, it will help the throat and the mouth.” After
she poured Jess a cup, she then reached over to the pack of Salem’s sitting
on the table. She shook one out, handed it to Jess, and said while she lit
up her cigarette, “and this will definitely help the lungs!”
Jess eagerly accepted the light from her mom. From ever growing experience,
she knew that her mother was right. Her lungs hurt not from too much smoke
from the day before, but from a strong need for more smoke now. The empty
pain in her lungs was the brain’s way of letting her know that it needed
nicotine, and fast.
Jess proceeded to rapidly smoke her first cigarette of the day, puff after
puff, interrupted by the occasional sip of hot tea. Her puffs were long, her
inhales deep and her exhales slow. It was pure bliss, but yet not enough.
After about four minutes she finally crushed out her cigarette. As she was
reaching for her pack to retrieve another cigarette, her mother chimed in.
“Lungs feeling better now?”
“Yeah a little, but a few more of these and they will feel normal again,”
Jess said as she lit another.
“I know what you mean,” her mother responded as she lit another as well.
Jess continued to smoke quickly and quietly, her entire attention on feeding
her craving. Finally, near the end of the second cigarette, she started
feeling a little more normal.
“You know, I took your advice yesterday about smoking. I decided to let
myself go and indulge in smoking to the limit, Jess said while she lifted her
cigarette up to her lips for another puff. “I didn’t hurt having you lead
the way the whole day. I didn’t think that I could do it, but I smoked a
little over three packs yesterday.”
“Yeah, you were quite the chimney yesterday. It seemed that every time I lit
up, you followed suit. So did you enjoy the extra smoking?” Her mother
asked.
“In a way, yes,” Jess responded as she crushed out her cigarette. “It really
felt great smoking like that all day. In fact, I really enjoyed it. It was
an incredibly relaxing experience being that jacked up on nicotine. I don’t
want to smoke like this all the time, but it is definitely something fun to
occasionally do.”
Jess then started to reach for another cigarette. She then stopped, not sure
that she should since she just put out her second consecutive cigarette a
minute before. After another minute passed, she finally broke down, pulled
one out and lit it up.
“Gosh, I never had a craving this strong though,” Jess continued through a
long exhale. “This is my third cigarette in a row and it still isn’t
enough.”
“It’s your body telling you that it wants to get back up to yesterday’s
level. It usually takes me four or five in a row before I start getting back
to normal,” Jess’s mom replied.
“It sure is persistent first thing in the morning,” Jess smiled as she placed
her cigarette between her lips.
“You’ll feel good once it reaches that level. In fact real good! You feel
so good, you just want to keep that level. But the problem is it is hard to
maintain it. Unfortunately, the nicotine level drops quickly and after 15
minutes or so, your body start telling you it wants more, and fast. That is
the reason I smoke so much. If I don’t light up when my body tells me too, I
start feeling lousy real fast, and within a half hour or so, I can’t take it
any more. So to avoid it, I just light up as soon as the craving hits.
Soon, it just becomes automatic, and by the end of the day, I’ve smoked three
packs, sometimes more, without even realizing it.”
“Isn’t it a real hassle sometimes smoking that much? Jess asked. “I mean
constantly having to smoke no matter what.”
“Not unless I can’t smoke for some reason. Otherwise I really enjoy it,” her
mother answered back. “It’s when I have to go without it becomes a problem.
If I have to go an hour or so without smoking, I really start climbing the
walls. Then I have to chain three or four to get back to that level. The
funny thing is though, relieving a really bad craving is sometimes the best
part of smoking, it’s just having to wait to get that bad craving that is
murder.”
“Ok, I guess that explains why you smoke so much,” Jess responded as she put
out her third cigarette. “But I really prefer to stay below two packs a day
on a normal basis. Even that is too much. It takes up enough of my time as
it is.”
“Well then you better be careful Jess, once your body gets used to a certain
level, it gets awfully angry when you don’t maintain it,” Jess’s mother
replied. “Soon it gets darn near impossible to smoke less. Take my word for
it, I’m an expert.”
“Your right mom, I better smoke like normal today.”
The two had a couple more cigarettes before hitting the shower to get ready
for the day. They then went to breakfast, and both smoked up a storm before
and after the meal. As the day went on, Jess tried to go back to her normal
smoking pattern, but the cravings her mother told her about were now hitting
Jess after 15 minutes or so. At first she ignored them, but they quickly got
worse, and Jess would end up lighting up sooner than she wanted to just to
relieve them. By mid day, Jess finally decided, “why not just enjoy the
weekend with mom, and worry about how much I smoke when we get home.” The
wedding was at one, and afterwards, Jess pretty much kept pace with her mom.
They both drank a lot at the reception following the wedding, and when her
mother drank, she smoked even more. Jess easily kept pace, enjoying the dual
feeling of high levels of nicotine with a slight alcohol buzz. When the
reception ended at six, Jess had just opened pack number three for the day.
The two went hung out at the hotel bar after the reception, and by ten, Jess
had to open pack number four. They hung out until midnight in the hotel
room, and by the time Jess went to be at 12:30, she had smoked a total of 70
cigarettes.
At 4:30, Jess woke up to see her mother sitting in the dark, smoking on the
couch. She turned on the light, put on her bathrobe and headed over to her
mom.
“What’s wrong mom, can’t sleep?” Jess asked.
“No, I just woke up and was dying for a cigarette, so I got up to smoke,” her
mother replied back through a huge talking exhale.
Jess then looked a little closer, and noticed that her mother had one
cigarette in her left hand and another cigarette in her right hand. “Mom,
what are you doing, you’re smoking two cigarettes at once!”
“I told you earlier that I have one when I want a cigarette and two when I
need a cigarette. It is quicker this way if I smoke two at the same time, so
I can get back to bed sooner,” her mother responded back.
“I’m dying for another one myself,” Jess said as she grabbed her back sitting
on the table.
“Then why don’t you join me and have two,” her mother asked while handing the
pack of Salem’s to Jess.
“You gotta be kidding,” Jess laughed as she grabbed the pack from her mother.
“No seriously, give it a try,” her mother said as she took the cigarette from
left hand, took a puff, inhaled, then immediately took another puff from the
cigarette in right hand and inhaled that smoke on top of her first puff.”
She then held it in for four second, and then released an enormous cloud of
smoke. “It really is quite a rush!”
Jess proceeded to pull out two Salem’s, placed them in her mouth, and then
clumsily lit them. After taking them out of her mouth, she asked her mother
what to do next. Her mother then repeated the process she had just done a
minute ago, giving direction during the whole process. Jess then followed
her mothers lead, and as she was releasing her enormous cloud, a huge smile
came upon her face.
“Oh my god mom, this is incredible,” Jess said still smiling as smoke
continued to spew out of her nose and mouth. “It’s like every square inch of
my lungs is soaked in smoke!”
Jess then proceeded to take another double hit, while her mother extinguished
her two cigarettes in the ash tray.
“You seem to be enjoying it Jess,” her mother said as she pulled out only one
B&H from her pack, and lit it up.
“This in unbelievably good mom,” Jess said as left her cigarette up for
another double puff. “Do you do this often?”
“Sometimes yes, but only when I really need it, and always alone. It isn’t
something that a lady does in public,” her mother replied.
“But do you always wake up in the middle of the night needing to smoke?” Jess
asked.
“Most every night I do, yes. I guess my body has trouble making it through
more than three or four hours without a big dose of nicotine. I guess it is
one of the few things I don’t like about being a heavy smoker. It kind of
sucks waking up then not being able to get back to sleep without having a few
cigarettes,” her mother said while lifting her cigarette to her mouth.
After the two finished their cigarettes, they headed back to bed. Jess awoke
at eight, and headed over to the table to join her mother who was already up.
She then proceeded to pull out two Salem’s and fired them up.
“Can’t think of a better way to start the morning,” Jess said as she released
a huge cloud of smoke.
Jess smoked heavily the rest of the day, showing no restraint after deciding
the day before to enjoy the whole weekend and worry about cutting down on
Monday. The trip back home was long, but the smoking made it seem enjoyable.
They arrived home at seven, and Jess continued to smoke as she had done all
day long. Her father was home, so Jess joined him often to share a cigarette
along with her mother. At eleven, Jess headed to bed. Jess quietly stayed
up in her room reading and smoking. At 11:30, Jamey came in and joined her.
“Jess, watching you and mom chain smoked all night was murder,” Jamey said as
she exhaled her first puff from her cigarette. “I’ve never seen you smoke
like that before. You were smoking as much as mom, maybe even more.”
“Yeah, I’ve been smoking this way all weekend,” Jess responded as she reached
for another Salem to join her sister in a smoke. “I couldn’t smoke enough.
I actually smoked 3 ½ packs yesterday, and at least another three today.”
“I’d be in heaven if I could smoke that much,” Jamey said with a laugh.
“I have to admit, I loved every minute of it, but tomorrow I’m going to get
back to my usual 1 ½ to 2 packs. Smoking like mom is just too much,” Jess
said with a frown. “Smoking is bad enough for you as it is.”
Jess finally called it a night at midnight after crushing out her 68th
cigarette of the day. She laid in bed for ten minutes or so thinking about
smoking. She had to admit to herself how great the weekend was. It felt so
good smoking like that. But she knew that she had to get back to smoking
normal again. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life being a chain
smoker.
At 4AM, Jess woke up with a huge craving, but managed to resist the strong
urge to light up. It took her an hour to fall asleep, only to wake up again
at 6:30 with her craving stronger than before. Not being able to resist any
longer, Jess finally decided to just get up for the day, even though she
usually slept in until 8 or 9.
She immediately lit up a Salem and headed down for some coffee. Only
sleeping 5 ½ hours wasn’t enough, so the coffee and cigarette got her going.
“Good morning Jess,” her mother said as she sat down to join her. “You’re up
early.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” Jess answered as she took another puff.
“Did you smoke a double first thing,” her mother said with a smile and a
wink.
“No, it’s back to normal for me today. Chain smoking this weekend was great
and everything, but I need to be more reasonable now that we are home,” Jess
replied tiredly.
After two cigarette before breakfast and two more after, Jess went upstairs
to take a shower. She had vowed to herself to limit smoking to no more than
two an hour for the rest of the day, with maybe an extra one after eating.
During the rest of the day, she was constantly looking at the wristwatch,
desperately waiting for her next chance to smoke. Several times she slipped
and lit up upon feeling a craving, but most of the time she didn’t. One
thing was for sure though, she felt empty and deprived most of the day.
Definitely not happy and relaxed like she did during the weekend before.
Things got so bad during the evening that she invited Jamey in four times so
that she could bum a higher nicotine Camel off her. That helped a little.
By the time she went to bed at 11, she had managed to smoke only 38 of her
Salem’s plus the 4 Camels. She was happy that she managed to hold it down,
but not happy about feeling deprived.
Jess woke up again in the middle of the night, this time at three. She was
craving a cigarette big time, and once again tried to hold of until morning.
But after tossing and turning for almost an hour, she finally broke down and
had one. “What’s wrong with me,” Jess thought to herself. “Why am I
constantly craving these things?” After she finishes the cigarette, she
still felt a little deprived and decided to have another one. She didn’t
want to wake up at 6:30 again like yesterday and she figured two would tie
her over until 8 or 9.
Well, that tied her over until 7:30, which was close enough to 8 to satisfy
Jess. She immediately grabbed her cigarettes, pulled one out, lit it and
then put her bathrobe on and headed downstairs for some breakfast. She had
another one with her coffee before breakfast and then another two after just
like she planned. But she was enjoying her conversation with her mother and
decided that one more before her shower was not breaking too much from what
she promised to do.
The rest of the day Jess struggled keeping her smoking down to two an hour.
Her will power was starting to break, and she more times than not would light
up every twenty minutes instead of every half hour. By evening time her will
power totally collapsed and she smoked an entire pack between 7 and midnight.
As she lay down for the night she realized that she smoked a little more than
2 ½ packs that day, far more than the 30 – 40 that she wanted to. Yet the
only time that she didn’t feel deprived was during the evening when she
smoked pretty much none stop.
As she smoked her last cigarette of the night, she laid there in bed very
depressed. “I can’t believe what is happening to me,” she thought to
herself. “I just can’t seem to get back to normal. God I can’t even seem to
cut down. Can you imagine how hard it would be to quit.”
The next day, her will power only held out until about noon. The rest of the
day she completely broke down, and smoked heavily for the rest of the day.
By the time she had her last cigarette of the day, she had finished her third
pack.
On Thursday, she and her mother went out to lunch and then caught a matinee
at the theater. While at lunch her mother asked her how well she was able to
get back to her usual smoking level. She knew the answer, because she saw
how heavily Jess had smoke the day before, but she wanted to see her
reaction.
“Mom, I haven’t done very well,” Jess responded as she started to cry. I
can’t seem to get enough of these things, and I end up smoking terribly
heavy. I don’t understand what is happening.”
“Oh Jess, I am sorry,” her mother replied, “but don’t you think that your
being a little hard on yourself.”
“What do you mean mom?”
“You’re probably like me, a chip off the old block. We just love our
cigarettes so much, that we constantly want to smoke. I think maybe it might
be genetic or something. Nicotine seems to have a lot of power over both of
us,” her mother replied in a sympathetic manner.
“I know mom, but I don’t want to be constantly chained to cigarettes for the
rest of my life, like you are.”
“But you do enjoy them don’t you?” her mother asked.
“That’s the problem mom, I do. I love them way to much. Smoking heavily
last weekend was incredible. I loved every minute of it.”
“Then stop beating yourself up,” her mother replied with authority. “I have
always said, smoking is all about maximizing your pleasure. For some people
less than a pack a day does the trick. For people like us it takes a lot
more. That’s just the way it is. Maybe if you just finally accepted
yourself as a smoker like I have, you would finally let yourself relax and
enjoy life without constantly putting restraints on yourself.”
“I don’t know mom, maybe your right,” Jess said as she lit up another
cigarette.
Jess continued to smoke heavily the rest of the day, and by bed time she had
passed the three pack level again. As she smoked her last cigarette of the
night in bed, she began thinking about what happened that day. “Maybe mom
was right. Why am I beating myself up over this,” she thought to herself as
she exhaled a big plume of smoke. “God I love these things.”
Jess’s days of limiting herself were now gone for good.
Jess woke up in the middle of the night again. This time she immediately
reached for her beloved Salem’s. She then proceeded to pull out not one, but
two cigarettes. She remembered how awesome it was last weekend saturating
her lungs completely by smoking two at once, and now that she finally decided
to let herself completely indulge in her passion for smoking, this seemed
like a great way to do it. “Oh my God, how great is this,” Jess thought to
herself as smoke was literally pouring out of her nose and mouth.
When she woke up again at seven, her cravings for a cigarette were as bad as
ever. She once again pulled two Salem’s out and indulged herself in complete
bliss while sitting up in bed. After she finished her cigarettes, she
grabbed her pack, shook out another one, lit it, and then put her bathrobe on
while the cigarette dangled from her mouth. Once she got downstairs to the
kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat next to her mom.
After a few puffs, Jess looked at her mom with a big grin on her face and
said, “Guess what I did when I woke up this morning.”
“Oh, I don’t know, what did you do?” her mother replied.
“I smoked two,” Jess said as she exhaled a huge plume of smoke in the air.
Her mother then started laughing. “I did too Jess! Did you enjoy it as much
as I did?”
“Probably more,” Jess responded with a big laugh.
“Well it seems like you have gotten over your little bout of self pity,
haven’t you?” her mother asked.
“You bet I have,” Jess replied as she took another huge puff. “I guess we
were just born to smoke like chimneys!”
From that point on, Jess’s smoking just took off. Within a week, she was
usually smoking four and sometimes five cigarettes an hour, and loving every
minute of it. She was also smoking doubles two or three times a day. Before
long, she was smoking over four packs a day, even more than her mother.
In July, with school out for summer vacation, Jamie was now joining Jess for
a cigarette as often as she could. It wasn’t long before her smoking was
hitting a pack a day. One day during the middle of the week, Jess asked
Jamie if she would like to go to the mall, see a movie and maybe a little
dinner. Jamie was thrilled to go out with her big sister, and at ten, they
hopped in the car and left for the day.
Once out of site of there house, Jamie immediately opened her purse and
pulled out a Camel. Jess, never letting a chance to smoke with her favorite
little sister did the same. On the way to the mall, Jess stopped at the
smoke shop to stock up on cigarettes. While in there, Jess asked Jamie if
she would like to try something other than her Camels.
“No Jess, I like my Camels just fine,” Jamie responded to her sister’s
question.
“I know, but I think a longer cigarette would look a little more feminine
than the short stubby Camel’s,” her sister said in a concerned voice. “As
you start smoking more in public that might be important.”
“But I really like the strong smoke of my Camels, the other cigarettes just
aren’t as good,” Jamie replied. “As I said, the Marlboro Lights that I have
smoked before is like smoking air.”
As they were looking at the big display case with hundreds of cartons of
cigarettes of various brands, Jess spotted a carton of Pall Malls. They
weren’t 100’s, but they were a little longer than the Camels. Being
unfiltered, they should be very similar to the Camels.
“How about trying these?” Jess said to Jamie as she pointed to the Pall
Malls. “They are a little longer, and should be very similar to your
Camels.”
“Ok, why not, I’m always willing to try something new,” Jamie replied with a
little bit of trepidation in her voice.
Jess then called over to the sales clerk to unlock the display case. “Three
cartons of Salem 100’s and one carton of Pall Mall,” she said while the clerk
was fumbling with his keys.
Jamie’s eyes lit up as Jess handed her the carton of Pall Mall’s. It was her
first carton. “Thanks Jess, but don’t you think a carton is a little much?”
“I’m getting tired of constantly running to the store buying you a pack or
two every other day or so. These should last you a couple of weeks. I stop
her every Thursday to stock up for myself, so when you start getting low,
tell me and I will buy you another carton,” Jess responded.
The two girls then started looking at the display cases with various smoking
accessories. After fingering through various lighters, brand key chains and
cigarette boxes, Jess stumbled upon a display of various cigarette holders.
“How cool would Jamie look with one of these,” she thought to herself as she
was looking at the various sizes of holders.
“Jamie, look, have you ever tried a holder before,” Jess said as she pointed
at the display.
“Ah, no Jess, not too many kids my age use holder,” Jamie responded with a
you gotta be kidding look on her face.
“No really, you should think about it. A lot of people who smoke filterless
cigarettes use holders. You won’t have to pick tobacco off you tongue
constantly while using one. It also allows you to smoke your cigarette
farther down without burning your fingers. And besides, it will also add
some length to your cigarette and maybe add a little sex appeal,” Jess said
as she smiled mischievously at her sister.
Jamie reluctantly agreed, and Jess grabbed a short two inch holder out of the
display case. While looking at the wide variety of holders, Jess noticed
some exotic holders. Different sizes and colors, but what caught Jesses eyes
were the holders that held multiple cigarettes. “How cool would one of these
be,” Jess thought to herself. So she decided to grab a dual pitch fork
shaped holder for herself. As she handed the 2″ holder to Jamie, Jess said
with a somewhat embarrassed look, “and I think I will get one of these for
myself.”
“You’re bad Jess, real bad,” Jamie responded with a smile.
Jess made the purchase and she handed the carton of Pall Mall’s to Jamie as
the two headed out to the car. Once in the car Jamie pulled a pack out of
her carton, and opened it up. She was interested in how her new cigarette
tasted. Jess followed suit and lit one of her Salem’s up as well.
“So what do you think Jamie? Jess asked as she exhaled the smoke from her
Salem. “Do you like?”
“Oh yes,” Jamie responded while exhaling a cloud herself. “These are real
good. Strong, but a little sweeter than the Camels.”
At the mall, the two stopped at numerous stores. Every time they left one,
Jess would light up a cigarette. At first Jamie tried to keep up with Jess,
always accepting a light. But it didn’t take long for Jamie to start
declining. “No on could keep up with this smoking machine,” Jamie thought to
herself.
At 12:30, the two were done shopping and they stopped for lunch. Jess had
three cigarettes before lunch and three after, while Jamie only had one
before and two after. Jess had another one in the car while driving the
fifteen minutes to the movie theater, while Jamie refrained. They got there
ten minutes before the movie started, so they both had one just before the
movie.
They sat together in the balcony of the theater where smoking was aloud.
During the 2 hour movie, Jess smoked ten cigarettes while Jamie managed
three. After the movie, they stopped at the pinball arcade, and played some
games for an hour and a half. Some boys came over to talk with Jamie while
there. Jess whispered in her ear “try the holder, and observe the look on
there face.” Jamie did and laughed to herself as the boys drooled all over
this pretty 13 year old smoking her Pall Mall with a holder. At the arcade,
Jess smoked six more cigarettes while Jamie, who spent most of the time
flirting with the young boys, had three.
The two then stop at a restaurant for dinner. During dinner Jamie started
wondering what was up with her sister and smoking. Seeing her chain smoke
three before dinner was one thing, but then watching Jess light up another
while eating, that was another. It just seemed kind of odd spending the day
with Jess watching her devour one cigarette after another.
After dinner, Jamie finally asked. “Jess, my God, you’re smoking like mom
today. What’s going on? Are you under a lot of stress or something? First
you buy three cartons at the smoke shop and then a holder to smoke multiples.
You practically chain smoked the entire time today, and even lit one up while
eating dinner. I knew you smoked a lot, but I never dreamed that you smoked
this much!”
“No, I’m fine Jamie; I guess that I just have become a much heavier smoker,
that’s all. The three cartons I bought today, I buy that much every week,”
Jess responded in an unashamed voice.
“Oh, I see, but why? I mean, I get smoked out any time a go past a pack,
doesn’t it like hurt to smoke that much all the time?”
“No, you get used to it real fast,” Jess responded. “Remember that weekend
mom and I went to the wedding. While hanging out with mom for three days I
found myself lighting up just about every time she did. At first I did it
just to be sociable. But soon I found myself liking smoking that much. It
seemed the more I smoked, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it the
more I smoke. Kind of a vicious cycle. Soon I noticed the cravings became a
lot stronger and they also started coming a lot quicker. The stronger
cravings actually made feeding them even more enjoyable. But you have to
smoke more, or they really start to eat at you. I mean, the cravings
literally start hitting me five minutes after I put the last cigarette out.
If I don’t light up, they get real bad quickly. Going a half hour without
smoking becomes torture, and an hour without smoking nearly impossible.
When I am forced to go long periods without smoking, then I tend to chain
smoke until the cravings go away. It is pure bliss chain smoking throughout
an incredible nicotine fit.”
Jess then put out her cigarette and immediately lit another. “Morning time
is a real adventure,” Jess continued through a big exhale. “It literally
takes me five or six cigarettes just to get my nicotine level back up to
tolerable levels. The morning cravings are so intense that feeding them
becomes my only focus. I even find myself getting up in the middle of the
night now having to smoke, just so I can make it to morning.”
“Wow Jess, it seems to me that it is more of a hassle than it’s worth. I
mean, I like smoking also, but constantly having to puff on a cigarette all
day seems a little much. Doesn’t it bother you having to be chained to those
things 24/7,” Jamie asked.
“I have to admit, at first it did. I even tried to cut back, but finding
myself not enjoying it as much,” Jess answered. But finally after talking to
mom about it, and who is a better expert than her, I decided to just stop
beating myself up over it and just smoke to the maximum pleasure. Now I am
glad that I did. I can’t imagine loving life more than I am now. High
levels of nicotine in my system just seem to make me feel great. And the
other aspects of smoking I just can’t seem to get enough of either. The
wonderful feeling that I get when I inhale the smoke, the taste, exhaling the
smoke, the list goes on and on. Mom and I agree that we were just born to be
human chimneys. It’s a part of us, and there is no need to be ashamed. I
can’t ever imagine not smoking like I am now. I love it that much. It has
added to my life tremendously.”
“But Jamie, keep in mind everybody is different,” Jess continued after taking
another puff. “You may find smoking a pack a day gives you maximum pleasure.
Whatever it is, just learn to enjoy smoking to the max.”
“You know I will big sis,” Jamie answered while reaching for another
cigarette. “I just wish that I didn’t have to sneak around all the time to
smoke. It must be nice to be able to light up any time that you want. I’m
starting to get pretty hooked on these things, and it is tough going long
periods without having one.”
“So why don’t you just come clean and tell mom and dad?” Jess asked. “You
might be surprised at their response; after all they have been both very
supportive of me. In fact sometimes I think mom almost encouraged me the
first weeks after I told her, not that I minded of course.”
“Yeah, but you’re 20 Jess, and considered an adult. I’m just 13 and they
still consider me a baby,” Jamie responded back with a frown. “I think they
would kill me and make me quit.”
“Tell you what, why don’t I tell mom,” Jess said in a reassuring voice. “I
will pretend that I caught you smoking, and make believe that I am squealing
on you. Then I will tell her that you have been smoking daddy’s cigarettes
for 2 year now, and are now terribly hooked. I think I can convince mom of
the futility in making you quit.”
“I don’t know, let me think about,” Jamie responded while exhaling a plume of
smoke.
“So Jamie, still liking the Pall Malls,” Jess asked a she put out her
cigarette.
“Yeah, I do. In fact I think that there are better than the Camels,” Jamie
responded while placing one in her mouth. She then proceeded to take a big
puff, inhale deeply, and blow a big thick cloud out through her mouth then
nose. “Would you like to try one Jess?”
“Sure,” Jess replied as she reached for the pack of Pall Malls on the table.
“You know me; I never pass up a chance to smoke.” Jess then shook one out
and accepted a light from her little sister. “Wow, these are good Jamie.
Certainly better than the Camels.” Jess then took another big puff, and then
followed it with another on top of that. The intense smoke inside her felt
incredible. As she exhaled she thought to herself how great these would be
first thing in the morning. “There not as good as my Salem’s but I certainly
could get used to these every now and then. You know, do you think I can bum
a couple packs from you carton, I think that there are times that these would
be a great change of pace from my Salem’s. I will get you another carton
next week to make up for the ones I took.”
“No problem sis, enjoy them, I certainly am,” Jamie replied back.
After dinner, they went home, and relaxed with the rest of the family. At
11, Jess went up to her room to read awhile before going to bed. At 11:30
Jamie snuck in to have one more cigarette before bed.
“Thanks for a great day Jess, you’re the best sister anyone could ask for,”
Jamie said through a talking exhale.
“No thank you Jamie. I consider you as much as a friend as a sister now. My
new smoking buddy,” Jess responded while lighting a cigarette of her own.
After Jamie left, Jess decided to stay up and read. She also decided not to
smoke until she couldn’t take it any longer. She wanted to try something
new. At one o’clock her cravings were now intolerable. She then reached
into her desk drawer and pulled out a new pack of Pall Malls. Her craving
was so bad that her hands were actually shaking while she tore off the
wrapper from the pack. She then pulled out her new pitch fork holder, and
carefully placed two Pall Malls in it. She grabbed her lighter, laid back
down in bed and lit up both cigarettes. The intense smoke inside of her was
incredible. She never felt this good before. She then placed the holder
between her teeth, and reached down to her pussy and gently began messaging
her clit. As she quickened the pace of her masturbation, she continuously
puffed on the holder, pouring more smoke into her lungs. After five minutes,
she exploded into an intense orgasm, just as the Pall Malls were about smoked
down to the holder. Jess lay motionless on the bed for several minutes
enjoying the complete ecstasy. She has masturbated before, but never did she
hit heights this high, not even when having sex with Steve.
Jess finally reached over to her pack of Pall Malls and her holder. She
shook out two more cigarettes and placed them in the holder, lit up and lay
back down, enjoying the incredible relaxation that she was now feeling. Jess
managed to sleep the entire night soundly. She was surprised when she woke
up and realized it was now 8. It’s been weeks since the last time she didn’t
wake up having to smoke. Jess then reached over and grabbed the pack of Pall
Mall and holder. Her cravings were the worst that she ever had. She then
repeated the masturbation and smoking as she did before she went to bed,
followed by another two after orgasm. Jess had discovered smoking and sex
and her love of smoking reached a new height.
During the rest of the week, Jess started mixing in the occasional Pall Mall
in between her Salem’s as she smoked throughout the day. She was learning to
like the change of pace and how the two complemented each other. Her mother
was surprised to see Jess smoking the Pall Malls, but Jess just told her that
she had tried a Camel with daddy once and liked it, and decided that it made
for a great compliment to her Salem’s.
“I was wondering where the unfiltered butts came from, her mother said.
“Lately when I have been cleaning up I noticed them in your ashtray in your
room.”
Jess just smiled and said to herself, “if only she new those butts were her
little baby girls, and not mine.
The next week when Jess had to get cigarettes, she asked the clerk for two
cartons of Salem’s and two cartons of Pall Malls. One for herself and one
for Jamie. She found that she liked the Pall Malls so much now, especially
the ones in bed, that she would continue to enjoy the great pleasure that
smoking the two different brands gave her.
As the summer headed into August, Jess continued to bask in the incredible
enjoyment that her new habit gave her. She especially loved sitting out by
the pool during the day, chain smoking and reading, followed by an occasion
dip in the pool to cool off.
One Saturday as she was reading out by the pool, her father came out to relax
by the pool himself. He was carrying his towel and a small box of cigars
that he just took out of the humidor in his office in the house.
“Hi daddy,” Jess said as she was lighting another cigarette. “Coming out to
join me?”
“Yeah, I thought I would come out and take a quick dip and then enjoy a nice
cigar,” her father responded.
He swam for about five minutes while Jess watched while enjoying her
cigarette. The two were never particularly close. He traveled a lot and
wasn’t home much other than weekends. But he always treated Jess well when
he was home. When he first found out about Jess’s smoking, he said little.
It didn’t really seem to bother him that much. Almost like he expected that
some of his kids would take up the habit.
After he got out of the pool, he dried off as Jess was putting out her
cigarette. He then sat in the chase lounge next to Jess, pulled a cigar out,
cut the tip and proceeded to light it.
“There’s nothing like a good cigar while relaxing out by the pool Jess,” he
said as he blew out a plume of smoke. “This is my idea of heaven.”
“Yeah, you sure do look like you are enjoying yourself,” Jess answered back.
“Smoking out by the pool is one of my favorite activities also.”
“Cigarettes are good too, but nothing quite beats a good cigar,” her father
said as taking another puff. “Jess have you ever tried a cigar before?”
“No daddy, I haven’t,” Jess said. “I guess I never really thought about
smoking a cigar before.”
“Yeah, not too many women do,” her father said back. “I’ve tried to get your
mother to try it, but she keeps telling me that ladies don’t smoke cigars. I
don’t agree with her though. Why should women be denied the pleasure an
occasional cigar can give you.”
“Us women get denied all sorts of things in life daddy,” Jess replied.
“Would you like to try it princess,” her father asked as he held the cigar
over to her.
“Sure daddy, you know me, I never pass up a chance to smoke something new.”
Jess then proceeded to put the big thick cigar into her mouth, then took a
nice big puff. She then held the smoke in her mouth for a second, evaluating
the incredibly rich taste. But instead of allowing the smoke to slowly
trickle out of her mouth like most people do, Jess reflexively opened her
mouth and took a big deep inhale.
“Whoa there little girl, you better be careful with that thing. Inhaling
like that is bound to kill ya,” her father said as Jess slowly exhaled an
enormous plume of smoking.
“Oh daddy, you are right, these are wonderful,” Jess finally said as she said
handed the cigar back to her dad.
“Well, would you like to try your own cigar then?” her father asked.
“Absolutely daddy, thank you.” Jess’s dad then proceeded to pull out another
big cigar for Jess. He cut off the tip, and offered Jess a light as she
placed the cigar in her mouth. The two then proceeded to enjoy their cigars
for the next 40 minutes or so. Jess inhaled every puff. “This is better
than two Pall Malls at once,” Jess thought to herself as she luxuriated in
the intense nicotine buzz the cigar was giving her. “And this last for an
half hour or so instead of 5 minutes.”
As the two were simultaneous putting what was left of their cigars out in the
ashtray her father asked, “So what do you think Jess, do you like it as much
as I do? If you do, feel free to treat yourself to an occasional one. Just
help yourself; I keep them in the humidor in my office. But don’t smoke too
many, each one cost more than a pack of cigarettes.”
“Thanks daddy, I did like it a lot,” Jess replied as she reached over for one
of her Salem’s. “Maybe I will occasionally,” she continued as she was
lighting her cigarette.
“Man Jess, you must have lungs of steel or something,” her father said as he
watched his daughter light up her cigarette so soon after she put the cigar
out. “You just spent 40 minutes smoking a cigar, inhaling every puff,
something most people can’t do, and now you’re immediately lighting up a
cigarette. You’re just like your mother, maybe even worse when it comes to
smoking.”
“Yeah, I guess your right daddy,” Jess responded as she exhaled the smoke
from her Salem. “Mom and I both agree that we were born to smoke like
chimneys.”
“I often worry a lot about your mother. She has smoke three packs a day for
almost 30 years now. She is only 45 years old and she can hardly climb a
flight of stairs without getting out of breath. You should see her in the
morning. She wakes up hacking and coughing real bad. And yet she pulls not
one, but two cigarettes out of her pack and smokes them simultaneously,
hacking the whole time. Often times I here her up in the middle of the night
smoking up a storm. It’s like she can’t make it through the night without a
nicotine fix. “I don’t want to pester you or anything, but I just don’t want
you waking up 30 years from now hacking away like your mother wishing that
you never smoked like her.”
“I’ll keep that in mind daddy. Maybe I will quit long before that,” Jess
responded sympathetically knowing full well that she wasn’t ever quitting.
“I hope you will someday Jess, but I promise not to pester you any more about
smoking. I know you love smoking, I certainly do. So until that day enjoy,
smoking seems to suit you well.”
“A year ago I never dreamed that I would love smoking so much, but I do
daddy, Jess said as she took another puff off her cigarette, “I really do. I
just can’t believe how much it has enhanced my life. I guess that’s why I
smoke so much.”
“I have to admit Jess; I’m kind of glad that you took up smoking. I enjoy
smoking occasionally with you,” her father continued. “I regret not spending
more time with you when you were growing up. Maybe smoking together will
bring us a little closer now.”
“Oh thank you daddy,” Jess said as she gave him a big hug. “I love smoking
with you also. Especially those yummy cigars.”
Her father then reached over and pulled a Camel out and proceeded to light
it. “I see that you’ve been smoking Pall Malls occasionally Jess.”
“Yeah, I really like them, they are a good change of pace from my Salem’s,”
Jess responded as she put her cigarette out.
“I just could never understand why people smoke those light and ultra light
cigarettes,” her father continued. “They just don’t have any flavor. Might
as well not smoke at all than smoke those flavorless lights. I’m glad to see
that you know what a good cigarette is and what isn’t. If you’re going to
smoke you might as well smoke something good.”
Jess then reached over to her pack of Pall Malls next to her Salem’s and
pulled one out. She was a little smoked out after the cigar, but decided to
continue sharing in the moment of smoking with her father. As she lifted the
cigarette to her mouth, her father reached over and lit it for her. Jess
then took a big puff, inhaled deeply and slowly released a large plume of
smoke into the air.
“Your right daddy, there is nothing like a good smoke, and these Pall Malls
are certainly that,” she responded while admiring her cigarette.
That night just before bed, Jess snuck into her fathers den and grabbed
another cigar from his humidor. She had something special in mind for that
yummy cigar. After going up to bed to read, and then after sharing the now
routine late night cigarette with Jamie, Jess opened her desk drawer and
pulled out the big cigar. She clipped off the end with a pair of scissor and
immediately lit it. For the next half hour she masturbated while
continuously smoking the cigar. While inhaling every puff, she treated
herself to multiple orgasms. Jess had just discovered an incredible new way
to heighten her love of smoking.
The next morning Jess woke up hacking and coughing like she had never did
before. The day before, she had smoked an incredible three packs of Salem’s,
a pack and a half of Pall Malls and two big cigars. The crud she was
coughing up was thick and brown. It was her lungs way of futilely trying to
expel the massive amount of tar that she had deposited in them the day
before. Jess then out of habit and need, immediately reached for her Pall
Malls and holder and spent the next five minutes smoking while she continued
to cough. Finally the effects of the smoke had settled her lungs down as she
put out the two cigarettes. She then immediately lit up two more and laid in
bed smoking and thinking about what her father had said the day before. “He
is right, I am worse than mom,” Jess thought to herself. “If I’m coughing
this way now, I wonder what my lungs will be like in 30 years.” Jess then
put the holder up to her mouth and took a huge puff. She took a deep inhale,
held it in and enjoyed the incredible feeling of her huge craving start to
slowly dissipate. “I’m sure the hell going to find out,” Jess smiled to
herself as she released an enormous cloud of smoke into the air. “No way am
I ever giving this up!”
During the second week of August, the family headed for Cape Cod for a two
week vacation. They had rented a large, four bedroom beach house right on
the beach, on a island called Martha’s Vineyard, just off the coast of the
Cape.
The trip from their home in North Carolina was a long one. Eighteen hours in
all. Fortunately, the family owned a large, 1979 Chevy conversion van. It
had two captain seats up front, and two rows of bench seats in the back, and
plenty of space to store luggage to boot. Jess loved going to Martha
Vineyard. The family went almost every year.
Everyone was allowed two bags, one big one for their clothes and one smaller
on for anything else. Jess decided to scrimp a little on the clothes to make
room for her cigarettes. Cigarettes were cheap in North Carolina and she
didn’t want to pay more in Massachusetts. So along with her clothes she
packed four cartons of Salem’s and two cartons of Pall Malls.
During the trip, mom and dad sat up front, with Jess and Jamie in the second
row and Jill and Jennifer sat in the back. They left at Midnight Friday
night. An hour prior to leaving, Jamie joined Jess in her bedroom to load up
on nicotine prior to the trip. Jess wanted to fall right to sleep once they
started moving so she joined Jamie. To fully load up Jess pulled out her
holder and loaded two cigarettes onto it. She would have preferred a cigar
right then, but she didn’t have one available.
“So that’s what you use that thing for,” Jamie smiled as she lit her own
cigarette.
“Two or three of these and I will be sleeping like a baby in no time,” Jess
responded has she exhaled a huge plume into the air.
“Can I try it?” Jamie asked as she reached her hand out to Jess. Jamie then
took a couple of big puffs off the holder. “Wow this is incredible; I’m
going to have to get one of these.”
“Ah, why don’t you wait until you get older Jamie,” Jess smiled while she
took the holder back.
Sure enough, both Jess and Jamie fell asleep soon after they hit the highway.
At six, Jess woke up coughing terribly as was quickly becoming her custom.
As soon as she realized where she was, she tried to conceal it as best she
could out of embarrassment. One thing that she didn’t conceal was her need
for a cigarette. She immediately reached in her purse and pulled out a Pall
Mall. She would have loved to light up two right there and then, but knew
that wouldn’t have been cool.
Jess then cracked open the window and lit up. She continued to periodically
cough which caught the attention of her mother. “Good morning sweet heart,
did you sleep well.”
“OK I guess mom,” Jess responded as she took another long drag.
“That’s quite a cough you got there dear, I hope you’re not catching a cold
or something,” her mom said with concern.
“No, I’m just a little congested this morning that’s all,” Jess responded
after taking yet another puff.
“Oh, I’m pretty congested myself most mornings also,” her mother smiled while
lighting her own cigarette. “Two or three of these usually clears me up,”
she continued while looking at her cigarette.
“Don’t worry mom, I plan on following your prescription,” Jess responded with
a smile as she exhaled out the window.
Jess continued to smoke non-stop until finally, after her sixth cigarette,
she had got her nicotine level up to normal. Jess then looked in her purse
for a brush for her hair. She saw three packs of Salem’s and two packs of
Pall Malls. “That should be enough for this long trip,” Jess thought to
herself.
For the rest of the trip, Jess continued to light up every ten to fifteen
minutes, which was becoming her custom. Of course Jill bitched and
complained the whole way, that is until her mother yelled at her good at
about ten that morning. Jennifer as usual sat quietly in the back reading
the whole way. It was a tough trip for Jamey. She was dying for a
cigarette the whole way, and to make matters worse she had to sit and watch
both her parents and Jess puff away the whole trip. “I kill for one of
those,” Jamey whispered in Jess’s ear while Jess was holding a cigarette.
“I told you that you should just get it over with and tell mom,” Jess
whispered back. “Then you wouldn’t be dying right now, would you.”
Jamey did manage to sneak an occasional puff from Jess during stops at
restaurant and gas stations. But even those chances were limited. Finally
at eight they arrived at their rental house on Martha Vineyard. Jess and
Jamey shared one bedroom while Jill and Jennifer had there own. Jamey
quickly rushed her luggage up to the bedroom urging Jess to do the same. Of
course, Jess knew what Jamie wanted, so she quickly obliged. While
un-packing, Jess and Jamey kept only one cigarette burning at all times, not
wanting Jamey to get caught. If somebody came in, they would just assume
that the cigarette burning in the ash tray was Jess’s.
Over the course of the next couple of days, Jamey was constantly sneaking
smokes from Jess whenever she could. She also would leave for sudden walks
by herself, while everyone else was hanging out at the house. Her mother had
begun to start suspecting that Jamey might be experimenting with smoking
months before, but had no real proof of it. Finally, on Wednesday, while
everybody else was at the beach, her mother found a pack of Pall Malls in
Jamey’s top drawer. She was cleaning up the place and putting away a load of
laundry when she found them. She thought at first that they might have been
Jess’s and somehow they got in the wrong drawer.
Later that day, she managed to catch Jess alone on the front porch of the
house. Jess was enjoying the seaside view while smoking, when her mother sat
down next to her.
“Have you noticed anything different about Jamey lately?” her mother asked
Jess.
“No, not really, she seems like the same rambunctious kid that she always has
been,” Jess responded as she lit another cigarette.
“I kind have seen some changes over the last month or so with her. It is
kind of hard to explain, but just call it a mother’s intuition,” her mother
said as she lit a cigarette also. “I really think that she has been
experimenting with smoking, but I have yet to see any solid proof of that.
The way she been sneaking off constantly this week makes me kind of wonder.”
Her mother than took another drag, inhaled and the exhale as she continued.
“Well, while I was putting clothes away today, I found this pack of Pall
Malls in her dresser drawer. I thought that I would ask you to make sure
that they aren’t yours.”
Jess knew that Jamey was busted. She could say that they were hers, but
wasn’t sure if there is any other evidence also. Besides, she was getting
tired of covering her kid sister’s tracks all of the time.
“Yeah mom, she does smoke,” Jess responded solemnly as she exhaled a thick
puff of smoke from her Salem. “I caught her about six weeks ago. I was
going to tell you, but she pleaded with me not to. To make matter worse,
that little snitch has been stealing packs from me, I know it. I thought
that I was missing some, but with all that I smoke, it is hard to keep track
of them. Last week though I caught her red handed grabbing one out of my
carton I keep in my desk drawer.”
“I see, so I was right, I knew it,” her mother chimed in.
“After I caught her I again threatened to tell you. But then she started to
cry. I guess she been smoking for two years now. She first started stealing
packs from you. Then she stole one from dad, and instantly fell in love with
the Camels. That little shit has been smoking unfiltered cigarettes for over
a year now,” Jess said as she put out her cigarette. “I told her she needed
to quit right now before she got good and hooked. Then she looked at me with
a big tear in her eye and said that it was too late, she already was.”
Jess mom sat quietly for a few minutes not saying a thing, just puffing
steadily on her cigarette. Finally as she put her cigarette out, she just
looked down at the ground and said, “That poor little thing. I can’t believe
my baby is smoking. God, she’s only 13.”
“I’m sorry mom, I was going to tell you, but she got me to promise not to,”
Jess said as she lit another cigarette. “So I decided to let her smoke in my
room after I caught her, just to see how experienced she was. Mom you should
have seen her, my little baby sister sitting there smoking a Pall Mall like
an experienced truck driver. I will tell you this much, this kid knows how
to smoke.”
“So do you think she is hooked Jess?” her mother asked.
“No doubt in my mind mom,” Jess responded as she exhaled a plume of smoke
into the sky. “She has been constantly bugging me ever since for cigarettes.
This kid is good and hooked!”
“Oh, I see,” her mother said. “I guess I’m going to have to talk to your
father about this one. If she is hooked, it might be real tough getting her
to quit. She will just continue to sneak around behind our backs I’m
afraid.”
“I know she will she likes smoking way too much to quit. Just like you and
me, once you get the smoking bug, it’s damn near impossible to quit,” Jess
replied with the sound of authority. “Don’t worry mom, if you want to drop
the hammer on her, I will support you. I won’t keep feeding her habit, you
can count on me.”
“Thanks Jess let me talk to your father and see what he thinks we should do.
I doubt he’ll be pleased,” she said with a concerned voice.
Nothing was said the rest of the night. Jess did tip Jamey off about what
happened to let her prepare for the worst. Nothing was said the next day
either until just before dinner. Jamey was called up by her father to come
talk to them in their room. After about 20 minutes the three of them came
down and nobody said anything. Soon the entire family sat down for dinner.
After dinner, Jess immediately reached for a Salem, followed closely by her
mother while the rest ate some desert. After a couple of minutes, Jamey
started to pull something out of her pocket. She nervously extracted a
cigarette out of her pack while Jess, Jen and Jill stared in stunned
disbelief. Then out of nowhere, her father flicked his lighter and held it
up to Jamey, as she tipped her head toward the flame and sucked the flame
into her cigarette.
“You gotta be kidding me Jamey!” Jill shouted out in disbelief. “Mom, how
can you let that little squirt smoke like that?”
“That will be enough of that Jill,” her mother yelled back.
As Jill and her mom continued to argue, Jennifer silently got up and left.
Nobody even noticed her leave. Then again, nobody ever noticed silent Jen.
Jen was the geeky one in the family. A straight “A” student, she was
constantly up in her room either studying or reading. She probably was the
least attractive of the four sisters also. But that was more because of a
lack of trying than natural beauty. Jennifer did have some friends, and they
would often get together to study or see a movie. And even though she was
15, she hardly ever dated and really wasn’t all that interested in boys. Jen
got along with her sisters good enough though, but they usually paid little
attention to her.
But there was one secret nobody in the family knew about. And as Jennifer
entered her bedroom, she knew that it was time to tell all.
Meanwhile, back at the table, the argument between Jill and her mother
abruptly ended when her father finally piped in with authority.
“Thanks daddy,” Jamey said as she took another drag off of her cigarette.
Jess looked at her sister and with a smile and a wink said softly, “way to
go.”
As the four were chatting quietly while smoking and Jill was sulking while
she nibbled at her dessert, Jennifer came back down and sat down. Like
always nobody even realized it when she sat down. But that was about to
change as Jennifer slowly pulled out a pack of B&H Menthol 100’s. She
nonchalantly extracted a cigarette out from the pack, put it in her mouth,
and just like she has been doing this in front of her parents for years,
casually lit it up.
All of the sudden conversation stopped, as everyone just stared as Jennifer
as she slowly exhaled her first puff. Finally Jennifer said with some
embarrassment, “well I figured if little Jamey was aloud to smoke now, you
wouldn’t mind me smoking also.”
Of all of the kids, Jennifer was the last that anybody would suspect would
become a smoker. Not geeky little Jen.
Finally, their dad broke the ice while he looked at his wife he said, “Well
honey, it looks like we badly influenced three of our daughters,” and then he
said while laughing and looking at Jill, “please don’t tell me you want one
also.”
“No daddy, I can assure you that I don’t,” Jill responded.
“Good, I’m glad to hear that Jill,” he said while he continued to laugh.
“You know what guys, I hope all of your lungs rot in hell,” Jill said as she
stormed out of the dining room.
“Well Jen, this certainly is a surprise,” her mother said as she lit another
cigarette. “Of all of my kids, I figured you’d be the last one to take up
the habit.”
“I know it isn’t like me is it. But believe it or not, I really like to
smoke, and I’m relieved to finally be able to come out from the closet on
this,” Jennifer said as she placed the cigarette back in her mouth. As she
took another puff, she looked at Jamey and said through a talking exhale,
“Thanks for making it easy for me little sis.”
“My pleasure Jen,” Jamey said as she put out her cigarette.
“Well Jen, I see you have excellent taste when it comes to what brand to
smoke,” her mother said complimentarily.
For the next hour, the five of them sat around the dinner table laughing and
smoking. Jess smoked her usual five in that time period, while her mother
downed four. Jamey and her dad smoked only two of their filterless
cigarettes. But what was most surprising was Jennifer; she had four just
like her mother. It turned out that Jennifer was quite the accomplished
smoker.
After being gone for a half hour Jill came back down to join the rest of
them. Her mother than came over to Jill and gave her a big hug and said,
“Jill I’m glad that you have chosen not to smoke. I guess you’re the only
smart one of the bunch of us. I urge you to continue with your athletics and
stay away from these things.”
“Thanks mom,” as she looked at her family she said, “I’m sorry that I’ve been
a little hard on you guys, can you forgive me.”
Jess then reached for her pack, took one out for herself, and then after she
place one in her mouth, she held out her pack to Jill and said while
laughing, “care to join us Jill.”
“Not right now Jess,” Jill answered, while everybody else was rolling on the
floor laughing. “But maybe later” as she started to laugh also.
That night, Jen, Jess and Jamey sat up late in their room smoking like
chimneys and laughing up a storm. Jess and Jamey were fascinated with the
smoking story Jen had to tell. It turned out that Jen had started four years
ago, longer then even Jess. She was always fascinated with smoking and fell
in love with it after her first one. She was smoking almost a pack a day by
the age of twelve, but easily concealed it from everybody in the family
because no one paid much attention to her. Over the last year or so, she
spent considerable amount of time over at her friends Sarah’s, to not only
study, but to smoke. Sarah’s parent let her smoke, so that became her `smoke
out’. She was able to buy cigarettes at a convenience store a few blocks
away from her house, and paid for them by using her allowance and whatever
money she earned baby sitting. By the time this summer started, she had
reached a level of a carton a week, and lately almost two packs a day.
“Wow Jen, two packs a day,” Jess said in amazement. “It sounds like you are
like me and mom. It won’t be long before you chain smoke like us!”
“Well now that I can smoke freely, I hope to,” she responded as she lit her
next cigarette off the lit end her just finished cigarette.
“Keep smoking like that and you will,” Jess said while laughing.
“You know I always admired mom’s dedication to her cigarettes. She smokes
with such an open, unashamed style, that it is so obvious how much she love
her cigarette.” Jenn then continued after taking another puff. “Then
watching you smoke this summer Jess, you have taken it to a whole other level
above that of mom. It’s amazing how dedicated you are. How much do you
smoke Jess, if you mind me asking?”
“About two carton of Salem’s and a carton of Pall Malls a week,” Jess
replied. “Plus an occasional one of dad’s cigars also.”
“Oh my God Jess, that’s over 4 packs a day,” Jen said as she took another
drag off her B&H. “You must really love smoking to smoke that much.”
“My love for smoking can’t be measured,” Jess said while laughing. “I smoke
to the max and love every second of it.”
Jess then went on to tell all about her smoking. The intense cravings that
she always has and how dutiful she works to satisfy them.
“Why don’t you tell her about the holder Jess,” Jamey chimed in.
“Oh yeah, wait until you try this,” Jess continued as she pulled the holder
out of her dresser drawer. Jess then placed two Pall Mall on it, lit it, and
took a big puff. As she was holding the smoke in she handed the holder it to
Jen. “Go ahead, try it, the rush is incredible,” Jess finished as she
proceeded to exhale a huge cloud of smoke.
Jen took the holder and proceded to follows Jess lead. With a huge smile on
her face, she took a puff, inhaled deeply, and held it for four seconds.
Then she reluctantly let out the biggest cloud of smoke that she has ever
had.
“I gotta get myself one of these,” Jen said as she lifted the holder back up
to her face. “The buzz you get off of this is incredible.”
“I know, but I use it to kill the really bad cravings I have usually in the
middle of the night, and in the morning,” Jess responded. “A couple of these
in a row will kill any nicotine fit.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t make it through an entire night without smoking?”
Jen asked while laughing.
“Not usually, that is part of being a heavy smoker. Mom can’t make it
either. Don’t worry, give it some time and you will also be getting up to
smoke in the middle of the night also,” Jess responded laughing as she took
the holder from Jess.
The three girls made short work out of the two cigarettes on the holder.
They waited about five minutes, and then Jess lit up one of her Salem’s
followed quickly by Jen lighting up a B&H menthol.
“Jen, I see a great smoking future for ya,” Jess said as she exhaled the
smoke from her newly lit cigarette. “You don’t seem to be having much
trouble at all keeping up with me tonight.”
Just then, they heard a knock on the door. It was Jill.
“Mind if I join you guys?” Jill asked. “Couldn’t help hearing all the
laughing going on in here.”
“Sure come on in Jill,” Jess responded, “But you better bring a gas mask, the
smoke is awfully thick in here.”
“Oh I don’t mind, I guess I have gotten used to it this summer being around
you and mom,” Jill said with a smile. “The whole nagging stuff that was just
an act, to try to get under your skin. I hope you will forgive me.”
“Of course I will,” Jess responded, “you’re my kid sister and I love you to
much not to. Besides, I like getting under your skin sometimes as well.”
For the next hour, the four girls sat around talking, smoking and laughing.
Jess was smoking pretty much constantly, while Jen was trying to do her best
imitation of Jess. Jamey had only one, and of course, Jill didn’t smoke.
But as Jess continued to tell about how great smoking was, Jill starting to
think that she was missing something.
“You know Jess; do you think I could try one of your Salem’s?” Jill asked.
A stunned silence fell over the room as the three smokers look at Jill in
shocked disbelief.
“Jill, I think you better stick to athletics,” Jess said as she finally broke
the silence. “You are such a great athlete. If you start smoking these
things your days of playing soccer will end quickly.”
“I only want to try it Jess, I don’t plan on becoming a smoker or anything
like that,” Jill responded. “After watching you guys smoke it’s obvious that
I’m missing something.”
“OK Jill, but remember this, I didn’t plan on becoming a smoker either and
look at me now,” Jess said as she handed a Salem to Jill. “Don’t say I
didn’t warn you.”
Jess then showed Jill all the basics of smoking, and then lit her up. It
didn’t go well at all, and Jill was real embarrassed, but the others assured
her that their first didn’t go well either.
“Don’t worry Jill, keep practicing, you’ll get used to it in no time,” Jamey
reassured her.
“No Jill, you’ll never get the hang of it,” Jess chimed in still trying to
dissuade her from smoking, “I think you should stick to soccer.”
Over the rest of the first week of their vacation, Jess continued her
tremendous smoking. Jen started to keep up with her and Jamey continued
enjoying her pack a day habit, relieved to be able to smoke without hiding it
anymore. Jill continued to experiment a little and was actually able to
tolerate an entire Salem.
That Saturday night, their parents were snuggling out on the porch, enjoying
watching the sun go down on the horizon. Jess the came out with lit
cigarette in hand and joined them. A little while later, her dad got up and
went inside to retrieve his box of cigars. When he got back he immediately
offered one to Jess, who dutifully accepted as she extinguished what remained
of her cigarette in the ashtray.
“Thank you daddy,” Jill said after accepting a light from her father. “This
tastes wonderful.”
“I didn’t know you smoked cigars Jess?” her mother asked.
“Yeah, me and daddy smoke one together on occasion,” Jess responded. “Want
to join us mom?”
“Ah, no Jess, I don’t think that it is particularly lady like to smoke big
fat cigars,” her mother said in a disappointed voice.
Just then, Jen came out. “Can I try one daddy, please?” she asked with great
interest.
“I’m sorry princess, but I think that you need to be 18 to smoke these,” her
father replied with authority.
“Oh Jen, why don’t you join me for a cigarette?” her mother asked as she
reached her pack out to Jen. “We’ll let those two bums smoke those stinking
cigars while we enjoy a real ladylike smoke.”
Over the remainder of the vacation, Jens smoking continued to increase.
Hanging out with Jess and her mother was a constant prompt to light up. Much
like she did with Jess, her mother gave her constant encouragement about
maximizing the pleasures of smoking. Jen was enjoying every minute of it.
By that next Wednesday, Jess had smoked three packs for the first time. And
after smoking three packs the next day, Jess was starting to feel the intense
cravings that only heavy smokers feel.
On the last day of the trip, Jess and Jen talked about the cravings that Jen
was feeling, and how she was finding herself constantly reaching for a
cigarette to feed them.
“Wow Jen, sure sounds like to me that you’re definitely turning out to be
like mom and me,” Jess told her after hearing about it. “I think it’s
genetic or something. For whatever reason, nicotine seems to have a
tremendous effect on us. Mom and I both agree that we were born to be smoke
like chimneys.”
“It’s incredible Jess, the more I smoke the more I want to. And the more I
want to, the more I need to. And the more I need to, the more I smoke. I’m
not sure when this cycle ends, but I’m loving every minute of it,” she said
as she extracted another cigarette from her pack.
“Well, school starts soon Jen, that will put an end to it,” Jess responded
while laughing.
“Oh, I don’t look forward to that at all,” Jen said, “I had enough trouble
last year making through a class, and I smoked half as much then. I think
that it’s going to be torture this year.”
“Jen the scholar calling school torture,” Jess said with a laugh while she
lit another cigarette. “I thought I never would here that in my life. I
guess I really have corrupted you.”
“No, I can assure you, my grades will be sparkling next year,” Jen responded
with a serious look on her face. “It’s just these I’m going to be dying for
these during school,” she continued as she looked at her burning cigarette.
“Jen then took another big cheek hollowing puff followed by a deep inhale.
“God I love these things,” she said as smoke spewed out her mouth and nose.
Once vacation ended, everyone returned to their usual routine. Jess started
getting packed for college which was going to start in another week. Soccer
practice had just started that week and Jill wisely decided to suspend her
smoking, at least until soccer ended later that fall. She was still
grappling with whether she really wanted to take it up full time after that.
Jen went back to her quiet ways again, except this time she smoked constantly
while reading in her room. And Jamie continued her happy go lucky ways,
except she got a kick out of smoking her Pall Malls freely in front of her
friends, with full permission from her parents. She particularly liked using
her holder while at the mall to flirt with the astonished young boys.
Their mother was quite impressed with Jen’s new devotion to the habit. Just
after they got back, she was running to the smoke shop to pick up cigarettes
for herself for the week. Before she left, she asked Jen if she needed any.
“Yeah can you pick me up a carton, or better yet, make that two,” Jen told
her as she held what was becoming an ever increasing site of a cigarette in
her hand.
“Two cartons Jen, why aren’t we becoming quite the heavy smoker lately young
lady,” her mother said with a smile. “A chip off the old block I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess I was born to be a human chimney, just like you and Jess,” she
said while taking another puff.
“Well I’m glad that you are maximizing your smoking pleasure Jen. If you’re
going to be a smoker, you might as well smoke as much as it takes to fully
enjoy it. Two cartons it is then,” she said as she headed out the door.
Finally Jess had to head back to college. The summer was over, and it was
back to reality. But life would never be the same again. Three months ago
while she was heading home, she was extremely conflicted over becoming a
smoker. But now she wasn’t, she had found how incredible smoking could be,
and she was never happier.
Jess’s mom continued her unabashed love affair with her B&H Menthol 100’s.
She couldn’t imagine life without her three packs a day, and had no plans
ever to be without them. She also was an ever encouraging presence in
instilling into her new smoking children the importance of enjoying the
habits to the fullest. She used the same tack as she did with Jess during
the summer to promote and encourage the growth of Jen’s fledging habit. And
although Jamey was never the prolific smoker that her mother was, she
instilled in her the same motto.
But Jess’s father’s concerns about her mother’s health weren’t unfounded.
Years of heavy smoking comes with a cost, and by the mid 1980’s some of those
problems started to become apparent. In 1987 she finally went to see a
doctor about some of her breathing problems. The doctor diagnosed her
problems as the beginnings of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and told
her that she absolutely had to quit smoking.
Well she quit smoking long enough to walk out from the doctor’s office to her
car where she immediately reached for her cigarettes and lit one up. In
fact, she didn’t even try to cut down or anything. She continued to indulge
in her three packs a day habit like nothing happened. But emphysema only
gets worse with time and by the time 1990 arrived she was pretty much
confined to her home with the newly installed oxygen machine that she needed
to help her breath. Finally in 1992 her health turned for the worse, and she
was diagnosed with lung cancer. She died at the age of 57 three months
later. Throughout the last years of her life she never once showed regret
about her smoking and continued to encourage her children’s smoking. They,
while watching their mother waste away, started to show doubts in their own
smoking. She smoked until the day she died.
Dad
Jess’s dad continued to enjoy his pack a day of Camel and of course the two
to three cigar he so loved for many more years. He enjoyed sharing a good
cigar with Jess, and the two indulged themselves together every time Jess
came home from college. After Jen became old enough, he shared his love for
cigars with her as well.
He finally quit smoking cigarettes in 1987 hoping to encourage his wife to do
the same, but he still maintained his love for cigars and actually added a
couple more a day to replace the cigarettes. He retired shortly after his
wife died and spent about half his time traveling the world with his new girl
friend. They finally married in 1998 and they settled down in a new, smaller
house a few miles away from the house that Jess grew up in. Today he his 78
years old, and still enjoys stopping by at any one of his daughters home to
share a good cigar.
Jamey
Jamey continued her love affair with her Pall Malls, but never smoked much
more than a pack a day. Her love of life was very similar do her mothers,
but her restrained smoking style resemble her fathers. She was stunningly
beautiful as she aged and at the age of 16 she started modeling. Two years
later she signed an exclusive contract to model and to promote Camel
cigarettes for RJ Reynolds. They were trying to re-brand Camels to appeal to
a younger generation of smokers and they found her and her ever present
cigarette holder, to be perfect for that job. She moved to Winston-Salem, NC
soon after and worked for another few years until RJ Reynolds switched course
and decided to let a cartoon figure do the promoting. All through life she
would joke that she lost her first real job to Joe Camel.
While at RJ Reynolds she met a young talented marketing executive. The two
got married in 1987 and they settled down to start a family. Carefree Jamey
turned out to be a little too carefree when it came to birth control and the
two ended up having seven kids, five girls and two boys. She continued to
model a little on the side, but raising her kids became her main focus. She
remained really close to Jess and the two families got together often.
Jennifer
Jen was every bit as passionate about her smoking as was Jess. When school
started, she still managed to maintain her three pack a day habit with the
full encouragement of her mother. She soon bought a holder just like Jess
and used it often, especially during school days to maintain her habit. With
help from the holder, she was able to smoke more than half a pack prior to
school, and was able to squeeze another ten during study halls and lunch at
school. After school she would average five cigarettes an hour to be able to
smoke two packs prior to bed. Unlike Jess, she never doubted herself as a
heavy smoker because she always aspired to be one, just like mom.
That next summer with Jess home and lots of free time on her hands she fully
indulged heavily in smoking and at 16 years of age, she matched her sister
three carton a week habit. On her 18th birthday she shared her first cigar
with her father, just like he had promised.
She left for college during the fall of 1982 and studied electrical
engineering and computer science at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. She was forced
to get her own apartment her second semester because her prolific smoking
became a problem in the dorms. She graduated Magna Cum Laude in 1986 and the
left for MIT to pursue a doctorate. In 1990, she started her own software
development firm.
Stunned by what was happening to her mother, and fearing she was next, Jen
quit smoking cold turkey in the fall of 1990. She stayed smoke free for
three years, but was miserable the whole time. She never stopped missing
smoking. Every time she visited Jess, Jess would smoke as always, telling
Jen how great it was and that life without smoking was life not worth living.
Jen was afraid to admit that she was right, but held out anyway. Finally she
relented to Jess’s constant offer to share a smoke. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt
to have just one” she said to Jess as she accepted a light. But once that
first dose of nicotine hit her system, it was all over. She immediately
stopped at a convenience store after leaving Jess’s house and bought a pack
of B&H Menthol 100’s. At first she tried to limit her smoking to a pack a
day. But that soon proved futile, and within a month, she was smoking three
cartons a week again. She resigned herself to her fate, without regret, and
continues to smoke heavily, with great passion, to this day.
Jen got married in 1995, and had two kids. Her firm really took off and when
she took it public in 1997, the IPO netted her $220 million dollars. She
retired in 2000 an incredibly wealthy woman at the ripe old age of 35. Now
41, she spends her time raising her two boys and of course, fully indulging
herself in her love of heavy smoking.
Jill
Soccer season after that summer proved to be an incredible success for Jill.
As a senior in high school, she made All-State and was selected to the
McDonalds High School All American team as a center mid-fielder. She
received numerous scholarship offers and finally settled on going to Duke,
which was close to their home in Durham, NC.
Her freshmen year, she severally wrecked her knee during the eighth game of
the season, effectively ending her soccer career. That Thanksgiving knowing
that she would never play soccer again, she convinced Jess to give her one of
her Salem’s. Jess reluctantly gave her one, and soon Jill was smoking
everyday. But smoking wasn’t enough for Jill. She became terribly depressed
about her injury and began to party and drink heavily. During her second
semester of her freshman year, she tried cocaine for the first time. It was
1982, and coke was becoming the rage on campus. Jill partied heavily for the
next year, and by the second semester of her sophomore year, she was using
coke daily. That summer, Jess warned her that her partying was getting out
of hand, but she didn’t listen. Addiction ran in the family, and although it
was nicotine with her sister and parents, her addiction soon became cocaine,
indulging in it with the same passion as her mother indulged in her
cigarettes. With her grades suffering from her partying, Jill dropped out of
Duke in the winter of 1984, and moved to LA.
Once in LA, she bounced from job to job, never able to keep one very long
because of her coke addiction. In 1986, broke and desperate for some blow,
she turned to prostitution and began living in the red light district of the
city. Soon she was on crack as well and her life quickly spiraled out of
control while she turned tricks and took beatings from her pimp. In 1990 she
tried heroin for the first time, and it wasn’t long before that became her
drug of choice.
During her time in LA, she became almost totally removed from the family.
She talked a few times to Jess on the phone, but that was about it. Somehow
Jess got word to Jill about her mother’s death, and Jen wired Jill enough
money for a flight back for the funeral. Amazingly, Jill didn’t blow that
money on her next fix and did make it back.
Everyone was shocked at how bad Jill looked. She was thin and gray with all
the resemblance of a full blown junkie. Jess tried to convince Jill to move
back to North Carolina but she refused. In 1994 Jill over dosed on a bad fix
of heroin, and barely survived. That stint in the hospital convinced her it
was time to get help. She called Jess later that week crying, saying she
needed help, as blood dripped from her arm after giving herself a fix. Jess
and Jen flew out to LA, and immediately got her checked in to a 6 month drug
rehab center. Jen, already being quite well off, with help from her father,
paid the entire $70,000 bill in advance.
In rehab, Jill started smoking again, and soon was up to a pack a day of
Salem 100’s, the same brand that Jess so loved. Rehab was difficult, and
Jill feared that the day she left, she would head back to her old
neighborhood in LA and start right back up again. Jill was surprised to see
both Jess and Jen waiting for her as she was discharged from rehab. They
kept in constant contact with the rehab center and knew that a good share of
the people quickly regressed afterwards. They came to take her back to North
Carolina, and they weren’t leaving until she agreed. Jill was thrilled to
see them and they all hugged and cried when they first saw each other. Jill
gratefully accepted the invitation to move back to North Carolina and to live
with Jess. She even agreed not to go back to LA to pick up her meager
belongings. Jen told her that anything she needed, she would make sure she
had.
As they walked out of the rehab center, Jen and Jess immediately lit up
cigarettes. They were surprised to see Jill do the same.
“Oh, you started smoking again Jill,” Jess said while exhaling her smoke.
“Yeah, after ten years without smoking, I decided to replace one addiction
for another I guess,” Jill replied while smiling.
“Well, welcome to our club, Jill,” Jen said while laughing.
Once back in Durham, Jill quickly settled in to continue her slow recovery
post rehab. She immediately started attending local AA meetings like was
recommended at rehab. She found this to be enormously helpful.
Living with Jess turned out to be great. Although the two were quite
competitive as kids, they quickly developed a close friendship now that Jill
lived with Jess. Jill wasn’t ready to start working again, so she would hang
out with Jess, lounge out at her pool, and help out with the housework and
with the kids. While in rehab, Jill developed about a pack a day habit. She
enjoyed smoking and found it relaxing while she went through the tough parts
of withdrawal at rehab. But now spending so much time with Jill made her
smoke more. Jill always knew that Jess was a heavy smoker, but seeing her
light up every ten minutes was something to behold. Jess also encouraged
Jill repeatedly asking her to smoke with her and always talked about how
great her cigarettes were. It wasn’t long before Jill started lighting up
almost every time Jess did, and within six months, she was smoking three
packs a day. Jess also introduced her to cigars and holders, and constantly
talked about her love of smoking multiples.
Jill soon noticed that the more she smoked, the more she liked it. Feeding
her ever growing cravings for nicotine made for a good substitute for feeding
her drug addiction. After about a year, Jill felt confident enough to get on
with her life.
She re-enrolled at Duke and found that her full ride soccer scholarship was
good for life, and was able to go for free. After two years she completed
all her required courses for a degree in sociology. After graduating she got
a counseling job at a local drug rehab clinic, and used her education and
experience to help others. In the year 2000, at the age of 37, Jill finally
got married. They decided not to have any kids, and after a long tough road,
Jill found great happiness in her husband, her job, sisters and of course,
her smoking.
Jess
During her junior year a Penn State she continued to smoke every chance she
got. Times in classes were tough, but she made up for it by smoking even
more often when she wasn’t there. Another aspect of her smoking that she was
enjoying more completely than ever was smoking during sex. Masturbation
while smoking was becoming almost a daily routine for Jess, that is until she
started dating boys again. Soon she found that real intercourse with a male
while smoking was even better. At first it was the occasional three week
boyfriend, then an occasional one night stand with someone she met at a bar.
But by the second semester, she was hooking up two, sometimes three times a
week with the sole purpose of getting laid while filling her lungs with dense
smoke.
She used her incredible smoking to lure eager boys in, and then wowed them in
the bedroom, cigarette dangling from her lips the whole time. She found that
for a lot of them, smoking was a big turn on, and she obliged them
completely. Most boys were in awe first thing in the morning, watching Jess
cough up a lung, and then immediately load up her holder with Pall Malls and
smoke them like there was no tomorrow. Followed by another intense
passionate sex session with smoke continuously pouring out of her nose. Few
boys had ever experienced anything like it.
She graduated from college with a degree in marketing, and started working as
a regional sales rep. for the same company her father worked for. The job
was perfect for Jess. Her office was out of her apartment, and with being on
the road constantly, she was able to continue to smoke heavily without many
restriction she would have working in an office.
Working with potential costumers also provided her an opportunity to continue
her love of sex and smoking. She would take them out to dinner, wow them
with her impressive smoking, and usually lure them into the bedroom for a
night that they wouldn’t forget. Married or not, it didn’t matter to Jess.
She just wanted some dick in her cunt and smoke in her lungs. What was
really impressive was when Jess would smoke a big cigar during sex. These
big wigs couldn’t believe how this petite young woman was able to inhale huge
amounts of very strong cigar smoke without any effort. Jess also found
another benefit of having sex with customers. It usually followed the next
day with a big sales contract and another night filled with smoky sex to
celebrate the new contract.
She did this for two years, making boat loads of money, until unexpectedly,
she fell in love with a bright, young up and coming purchasing manager that
she was instantly attracted to. Unlike most of the rest, he refused her
advances, declined to sign a contract, but instead asked out for dinner and
movie later that week. He was a great listener, funny and quick with a light
so Jess could indulge herself with her constant smoking. After a year of
courtship, they got married July of 1985, and became Mr. and Mrs. James
Riley. Within a year their first daughter was born.
Her new husband didn’t smoke; maybe an occasional cigar with Jess or her
father, but he never nagged her about her smoking. If anything, he
encouraged it. He found it sexy, and loved spending hours in bed making love
with Jess while she smoked the whole time. Jess continued her heavy smoking
with reckless abandon, not even stopping while pregnant with her five
daughters. She quit her job soon after her first daughter, Terry, was born.
Being home with the kids allowed her to bring her smoking to even greater
heights. Soon she went from three cartons a week to four, plus another 20
cigars a week to boot. Her cravings became constant, and feeding them
required her to light up every ten minutes with great pleasure. Often times
during the day she would pull out her holder to juice up on a couple of Pall
Malls to really kick the cravings down. She also got up every night to
smoke, loading up her holder two times, before going back to sleep. She had
no problem at all letting her husband sleep while the babies needed to be fed
in the middle of the night. The babies weren’t the only ones who needed
feeding, and she would breast feed while her holder full of Pall Malls
dangled from her lips.
Watching her mother waste away starting in 1990 made Jess get real nervous
about herself. Her mother was dying after 40 years of three packs a day
smoking, and Jess was now smoking almost twice that. She couldn’t possibly
continue smoking like this without suffering the same consequences, and she
knew it. Jess had been only smoking for twelve years, and in those twelve
years, she managed to smoke as much as most people smoked in a lifetime! Her
persistent cough was a consistent remainder of what she was doing to her
lungs. Her morning time hack was particularly bad. It had grown worse over
the last few years, something that before her mother got sick, Jess just
brushed off as a minor annoyance to the ultimate pleasure she was getting
from smoking. But now seeing her mother made her realize that it was time to
quit, something she dreaded terribly.
Jen had just recently quit and now pregnant with twins, Jess decided it was
time also. She had planned it well. Made sure her last cigarettes were
gone, when that date hit, she was ready, and with encouragement from Jen, she
was confident. But it was a disaster. The withdrawal was much worse than
she anticipated. She held out for days waiting for things to get easier, but
they got worse. Finally on the fifth day, she broke down and cried. She was
miserable. But it wasn’t only the pain of withdrawal, but she desperately
missed everything about smoking, especially the sex. It was no use, so she
headed to the store, bought 3 cartons of Salem’s, 1 carton of Pall Mall and
three dozen cigars. Once she left the store she immediately lit up a Salem.
The feeling was immense. As she looked down at her cigarette she started to
cry feeling awful about her failed attempt.
Her quilt was terrible, but she was powerless to do anything about it now.
Here she was, visiting her mother and smoking regardless. She couldn’t
refrain even in her presence. But her mother didn’t mind, because she smoked
right along with her, oxygen and all. When Jess told her of her failed
attempt to quit and how guilty she felt, her mother laughed and told her not
to be silly. “Remember, we were born to smoke like chimneys. Life isn’t
worth living without or cigarettes. So stop beating yourself up over it.
I’m dying and I’m not beating myself up. I have no regrets and if I had to
live my life over again, it would definitely be as a smoker. No question
about that.”
Jess knew that her mother was right. She was a born smoker, and life wasn’t
worth living without her cigarettes. From that point on, Jess never doubted
her smoking again. She knew her life was going to be shorter, but every time
she deeply inhaled the nicotine rich smoke into her lungs, she knew it was
worth it.
After her mother died, life got quickly back to normal. She centered her
life around four things, her husband, her children, her sisters and of course
her smoking. She stopped worrying about the bad effects that smoking had on
her and only concentrated on maximizing the pleasure. Her husband treated
Jess like a princess, and their sex life was incredible. Even after watching
his mother-in-law die from smoking, he never said a thing about Jess’s
smoking. He knew that Jess was a committed smoker. That he never doubted.
When Jess tried to quit, he knew that it was futile. So he figured why nag
her about something that was an integral part of her life. Jess without
smoking wasn’t the Jess he fell in love with.
Her sisters would take a large amount of her time over the next few years
after her mother’s death. First there was Jen. After she quit smoking, she
became a totally different person. Gone was the quiet confident Jen that she
loved. In her place was a total bitch. Every time she got together with
Jen, she would complain. Jen would often tell her how much she missed
smoking, and would often tell Jess how she would kill for a cigarette. But
Jen was stubborn, and she hated to admit defeat. Jess knew that she needed,
and did every thing she could to get her back to smoking. So when Jess
handed her that one cigarette, she knew that that she had succeeded. A month
later Jen thanked her for her efforts.
But nothing consumed Jess more than the problems with Jill. Jess knew that
Jill had major problems for quite some time. But nothing prepared her for
seeing Jill at her mother’s funeral. Seeing her thin, gray with gaunt eyes
and stoned broke her heart. She begged Jill to stay in North Carolina, but
when she refused all Jess could do was break down and cry. Finally, when
Jill called her with her cry for help, Jess was relieved to be able to help.
The year and a half after rehab that Jill lived with Jess brought the two
sisters very close together. Getting her to fully recover from a decade of
drug abuse was the primary goal of Jess. But that wasn’t her only goal.
Jill was now smoking, but with no passion. Without her mother around anymore
to teach her how to maximize the pleasure of smoking, Jess was more then
willing to take on that role. Besides, Jess figured that if Jill learned to
love smoking as much as she did, then maybe she would’t need the drugs
anymore. Her goal was to replace one destructive drug for another less
destructive one, so her reasoning went. She was confident that she’d obtain
her goal. Jess appetite for drugs probably meant that she had many of the
same genes as her mother.
Jill’s plan was simple: constantly reinforce how great heavy smoking was,
teach her the basics of fully maximizing every cigarette, encourage her to
smoke more to increase her cravings for nicotine, and then finish her by
maximizing the smoking experience. So as soon as Jill arrived, Jess began
telling how great her smoking life was, explaining to her why she smoked so
much, and how it enhanced her life. While constantly reinforcing her
smoking, Jess then turned to improving her technique: guiding her through the
ritual of taking bigger, cheek hollowing drags, deepening her inhales, and
reducing the speed that she exhaled. Once she mastered that, then Jill
worked on increasing her consumption, slowly increasing the number of times
a day that she would offer or ask her to share a cigarette. It worked like a
charm. Within six months, Jill took her weak wimpy less than a pack a day
habit, to a full blown heavy three packs a day. Once there, Jill then in
introduced her to joys of cigars, multiples and finally even told her how
good smoking and sex was.
To this day Jess considers Jill graduating from college her happiest, most
joyous moment. When Jill hugged and thanked her for everything, Jess said
thank you. When she pointed to her burning cigarette and thanked her
especially for teaching her the joys of smoking, Jess cried.
The sister that Jess was closest to was her little sister Jamey. The two
were always close while growing up and that continued throughout their adult
lives. Jess spent many years getting Jamey to maximize her smoking
experience, but Jamey would have none of it. She “liked her smoking habit
just fine, thank you very much”. Although they lived about an hour apart
from each other, they got together at least once a week. It was a riot when
Jamey dragged her seven kids over to go swimming with Jess’s five.
Jess was finally able to get Jamey into cigars like she was, so every get
together usually included a cigar. And finally, the two always liked sharing
that well used pitch fork holder. That is, until Jess purchased a three
cigarette holder in 1998. They both found that one to be the ultimate.
Jess had five children, all daughters. The first, Terry was born in 1986,
followed two years later by Debbie. In 1990 she had twins, Sarah and Sammy.
Finally, in 1993 she rounded out the pack with Jamey, named after her
favorite sister. They were the pride of her life and she dedicated herself
to there every need and happiness. Her greatest desire was for them to grow
up loving life ever bit as much as should loved it.
The one thing, other than her family, that Jess loved most was smoking. To
Jess, how could she not raise them to love life without instilling into them
her love of smoking. So she never attempted to discourage them in the least
bit. She smoked with joy and passion for all of them to see and always
commented “how great this cigarette tastes”, “nothing like an after diner
smoke”, “I can’t imagine life without my cigarette,” or her favorite, “God I
love these things.” The list could go on and on. So it was no surprise to
her at all when Terry started smoking at the age of 15. She always figured
that some if not all of her daughters would start smoking, and she wasn’t
about to discourage it in the least bit. A week later after watching how
accepting mom was of Terry’s smoking, a 13 year old Debbie felt comfortable
coming clean about her own smoking. Both twins were smoking at the age of 15
and finally the youngest Jamey started at 13.
Once her children made their own decision about smoking, with subtle prodding
from their mother, Jess helped them develop their love of smoking much like
her mother did for her and she did for Jill. Her philosophy was “If you’re
going to smoke, you might as well enjoy it to the max”. Jess lived by that
philosophy, Jen lived by that philosophy, Jill lived by that philosophy and
Jamey lived by that philosophy. Jess made sure that her children did as
well.