Kelly is in her junior year of high school now, her best friends are
Christina and Tiffany.
Christina was a senior, a year older than Kelly. She was tall and slender
with beautiful shiny black hair, smooth olive skin and striking green eyes.
5’8” and 105 pounds soaking wet. She was on the cheerleading squad with
Kelly for three years and they were very close friends. At a consistent
four packs a day of VS 120s, she was a dedicated smoker but definitely no
Kelly. She started at twelve and rapidly worked up to that level by the
time she began high school. She never had less than four packs a day, a
personal requirement she had perfectly held herself to since the first day
of her freshman year. She thought the lengthy slim cigarettes complimented
her willowy, model-like figure and knew the little white filters looked hot
with her glossy, plump, collagen-injected lips wrapped around them. She had
a generously augmented rack that she loved showing off in tight tops. Both
surgeries had been gifts for her sweet sixteen. Christina knew she was sexy
before and had no lack of confidence in her perky C cup pre-surgery tits
that actually already looked big on her otherwise long slim body, but she
loved the ridiculous Barbie-doll figure the boob job gave her. Like Kelly,
her parents were well off and she was spoiled as rotten as her filthy
lungs, always getting everything she wanted. She was quiet and aloof,
contrasting with Kelly’s bubbly socialite personality, and always playing
the part of the privileged bratty princess.
Tiffany was the newest member of the cheerleading squad, just a freshman
but Kelly let her on the varsity squad like Julie had done for her three
years earlier. Kelly knew she would groom Tiffany to take over the role of
the next head cheerleader, teaching her all she would need to know about
being a gorgeous chain smoking teenage girl.
Kelly remembered the time they had met, on the first day of class. Kelly
had wandered out of fourth period class mid way to go to the bathroom for a
few cigarettes to tide her over until her lunch hour, the only time besides
study hall where she could smoke at her normal unhindered pace. Lunch
wouldn’t be for an almost unbearably long and smoke-free 35 minutes of
boring class so she had to make these cigarettes count. She impatiently lit
a Newport 100 in the hallway, already completing a massive triple pump a
solid six seconds before strutting into the bathroom and releasing a vast
cloud of dense smog into the still stale smoky air of the bathroom, reeking
of cigarettes from her smoke break with her fellow cheerleaders during the
last passing period just 30 minutes earlier. She struck a pose in the
mirror and started on another powerful pump but was surprised to hear quiet
sobbing coming from one of the stalls. She knocked gently and asked what
was wrong, which was only greeted with more sobbing.
“It’s ok, just unlock the door and we’ll talk about it,” Kelly said in a
soft, smoky, calming voice.
A few more little whimpers, sobs and sniffles came from the stall. Then it
got quiet, and a small, wavering, dejected sounding voice came from within.
“Do I smell cigarettes?” The lock clicked open.
Kelly opened the door, cigarette dangling from her pouty lips and residual
smoke squirting from her cute button nose. Before she could even introduce
herself, the girl asked Kelly if she could spare a cigarette. Kelly wasted
no time handing her a Newport 100 and lighting her up. The girl immediately
started a massive direct inhale, filling her lungs with an amount of smoke
even Kelly was impressed by. She repeated the process a few more times back
to back until her lungs were completely drenched in hot Newport fumes and
the residual smoke pumping out of her nose and lips looked as dense and
creamy white as uninhaled smoke. She then burst back into tears, still
furiously smoking, and she started to spill out her story, mumbling rapidly
between sobs and drags.
“Oh, my gosh, you poor baby, come here!” Kelly gave her a hug and held the
petite girl as she cried on her shoulder. Kelly noticed their cigarettes
were both about to hit their respective filters and lit two more, placing
them in their lips. The girl had started to calm down, mumbled a thank you,
and stepped back from Kelly. “Now tell me what happened, you poor thing,
let’s get you through this. The first day back to school is always rough, I
know.” Kelly encouraged.
She started out a little bashful and unsure, looking down as she introduced
herself and her voice was still wavering a bit, but she became more
confident as she went. Soon the story of her terrible morning was flooding
out, as well as a whole lot of smoke, as she related the events of earlier
in the day to Kelly.
“It’s my first day of high school and I don’t really know anyone here. I
just moved to town. I don’t have any friends from junior high here so I was
nervous to start with. I was walking into my first period, Mr. G’s history
class, and dropped my purse and a pack of cigarettes fell out on the floor
right in front of the teacher. He took them and all the rest of my packs
for the day out of my purse and wrote me up for detention! It was awful! I
made it through the first few periods without a cigarette break, but I just
couldn’t go on after that. I think I went into shock after the last passing
period and I’ve just been in here crying until you came and saved me. My
poor little lungs needed some smoke in them so badly that my whole chest
was aching. I think I would have died if I had to take another breath of
fresh air! Thank you so much Kelly. If even only a few of the people here
are as nice as you, high school will be ok after all.”
Kelly was horrified by Tiffany’s tale of woe. “That’s terrible, we’ll meet
after school and take care of that situation with the history teacher, but
now we need to get you fixed up before lunch.” Tiffany’s makeup had run
down her face and badly smeared from her tears. They spent the rest of the
period chatting and chain smoking as they fixed Tiffany’s makeup. Kelly
figured she would blow off the rest of class and risk whatever mild
discipline the dean would give her, if any. That was a good man on the
school staff to have wrapped around your finger. After three years of high
school, she had definitely learned to use her looks to game the system.
After fixing Tiffany’s makeup, it was quite clear that she was beautiful –
a petite brunette standing just 5’2”with big brown eyes and a stunning set
of curves. She had a voluptuous round ass, tiny waist, and the rack of a
goddess. Her big perky boobs looked great practically popping out of the
tiny shirts that fit the rest of her otherwise compact body. The other
freshman girls were practically green with envy over how early this new
girl had developed such a curvy body. Just as important to Kelly was
Tiffany’s smoking. She had never met a girl who smoked so passionately and
voraciously. Tiffany had kept up with Kelly’s pace nearly cigarette for
cigarette. She couldn’t wait to introduce Tiffany to the rest of the
cheerleaders at lunch and show them all just how much smoke this tiny
teen’s dirty little lungs could hold.
Kelly and Tiffany left the bathroom as the bell rang and headed to join the
cheerleading squad at their lunch tables, outside in the park where they
could smoke away from the prying eyes of the faculty. They stopped by
Kelly’s locker on the way to grab a few packs of cigarettes to get Tiffany
through the rest of the school day and headed out into the sunshine,
lighting fresh cigarettes and joining the other girls for lunch.
At one table sat the freshman squad, the junior varsity at the next, and
the varsity girls at their own table. Kelly took Tiffany by the hand right
by the freshman and junior varsity tables, sitting her down next to herself
at the head of the varsity cheerleaders table. The girls at the non-varsity
tables looked at the newcomer jealously, each incredulous and a little
heartbroken that they had not been picked to join the exclusive ranks of
the most beautiful, popular and heavy smoking girls at school.
Kelly introduced her to everyone. Tiffany was a hit with the rest of the
girls right away, especially since it was clear that Kelly was taking an
interest in her. They were all impressed with the way she seemed to
effortlessly devour cigarettes, plus she was very sociable and nice like
Kelly so she made friends quickly. Even haughty, arrogant Christina warmed
up to Tiffany quickly. Normally Christina wouldn’t give a freshman the time
of day but by the time lunch hour was coming to a close she and Tiffany
were chatting and lighting each other’s cigarettes like they had been
friends for years. Kelly was glad they were getting along, and went off to
her afternoon classes with the other cheerleaders. Christina walked Tiffany
to her afternoon classes because they were going the same way. Kelly headed
off, reminding Tiffany to meet her after school. The girls stopped at the
front door to finish their cigarettes, packing their lungs with as much
smoke as possible before heading into class. The halls filled with the
smell of smoke as the cheerleaders strutted in and emptied the contents of
their smoky lungs, going their separate ways to classes.
The ground around the picnic tables was completely blanketed with hundreds
of lip gloss smothered cigarette butts, the daily aftermath of the
cheerleading squad’s lunch break. Kelly and Christina’s parents both
donated large sums of money to the school to make sure the grounds crew and
janitorial staff could be expanded enough to clean up after the mess
created by the habits of a load of hot chain smoking teenage girls. They
also paid a hefty under the table fee to make sure none of the cheerleaders
would be hassled for smoking, as long as they kept it to the bathrooms,
cheerleading locker room, and the picnic tables outside.
After the final bell, Tiffany gathered her things from her locker and
headed out the doors toward the parking lot. Kelly was already just outside
the door, chaining into a fresh cigarette and getting her lungs into their
after school power-smoking routine. She always smoked extra hard for a
while after school; she knew her lungs deserved much more smoke than she
could provide them during school hours because of the silly no smoking in
the classroom rule, and she felt the need to make it up to them.
“Hey Tiffany!” Kelly perkily greeted her with a wave and handed Tiffany a
lit cigarette, spewing smoke as she spoke, “Let’s have a cigarette break
here for a bit and then go take care of your problem with Mr. G.”
“How will we possibly do that!? I’m scared of him, he was so mean to me
today!” Tiffany exclaimed worriedly, reflexively taking a giant triple pump
to calm her nerves.
“Oh my god, Tiffany, you smoke up a storm when you’re nervous, its
adorable! You have nothing to worry about, though, just leave Mr. G to me.”
Kelly said. The girls stood by the door chain smoking, chatting and having
a few cigarettes with other cheerleaders as they exited the building and
headed for home, a pile of cigarette butts quickly accumulating at their
feet. As the last straggling students drifted out, Kelly and Tiffany
strutted into the school hallway, defiantly taking the last pumps of their
cigarettes as they headed toward Mr. G’s classroom, flipping the smoldering
filters to the floor and mischievously giggling smoke out of their lungs in
vast quantities.
Kelly and Tiffany walked into Mr. G’s room. He was sitting at his desk
grading papers. He didn’t look up until he heard the sound of the door
locking behind the two new entrants. He was surprised to also hear the
click of a lighter. He recognized the stunning blonde lighting a cigarette
right away, and vaguely remembered the cute little busty brunette number
she was with, probably one of his new students that he didn’t know well
yet.
“Miss Koffs, to what do I owe the pleasure today?” Mr. G said with obvious
distain in his voice. He hated that Kelly and her cheerleader friends could
get away with anything because their wealthy benefactor parents kept the
school well funded. He didn’t even bother to tell Kelly to put her
cigarette out, he knew he was going to have to give in to whatever she
demanded.
Kelly took a massive cheek-hollowing drag, inhaled with a chest heaving
gasp, and walked straight up to Mr. G, billowing thick exhaust as she began
to angrily rebuke him for his treatment of Tiffany earlier in the day. “You
put this poor girl through hell today Mr. G,” Kelly said, every word
punctuated with dense smoke from her pink glossy lips. “She had to go
almost TWO hours without a cigarette, I can’t even imagine how awful that
must feel. You made her cry on her first day! I hope you’re proud of
yourself, what you did to Tiffany was downright cruel. Only a heartless
jerk would get between a pretty girl and her cigarettes. You know girls as
hot as us need lots of smoke. Give her back her cigarettes right now and
apologize!”
Mr. G sighed and gave a resigned apology to Tiffany and reached into his
desk drawer to retrieve her cigarettes, handing Tiffany back four unopened
packs of Marlboro Red 100s and the one she had been halfway through when
they were confiscated. It didn’t sound like he meant it, but they accepted
the apology grudgingly.
“Just to make it clear, Tiffany is a cheerleader now, don’t ever lay a hand
on her cigarettes ever again!” Kelly said emphatically. She took one last
impressive drag that rapidly burned the Newport 100 to its filter, inhaled
deeply, and crushed the butt out on the pile of papers Mr. G had just
graded. She spun around with a toss of her long luxurious blonde locks and
headed out the door, Tiffany following behind her with a smug smile on her
face. They lit fresh cigarettes as they headed to the parking lot, and
Kelly gave her new freshman protégé and friend a ride home. The tiny pink
Mini Cooper quickly filled with smoke as they pulled out of the school
parking lot, windows up of course.