Rachel had plenty of plans for her nineteenth birthday. She’d spent lunch with her parents at her favorite Italian restaurant, eating enough pasta to make her feel like she’d need to exercise the entire next day to burn it off. That was followed by hanging out with friends for most of the afternoon, catching a bite at a pizza place before seeing a movie.
Her last plan for the day, on the way home after saying goodbye to the last of her friends, involved a stop in a small store. She’d never been inside before, for obvious reasons, though she’d waited outside on occasion for her sister. Her eyes wandered over some of the stock, yet none of it particularly interested her.
Finally, Rachel’s stare ended on the display behind the counter. A man tended to something in the corner, paying no heed to her as she stared at the brands, the labels. Only a few she recognized – did she take a chance on something new? Go with her sister’s favorites? Or the ones she’d tried last, that one of her other friends had bought for her? Maybe buy a few different kinds…but they were so expensive, what if she really didn’t like them?
She didn’t notice someone walking in behind her, or the man at the counter turning to her. “Miss Rothman,” he said. “The usual?”
“Mmhmm,” the woman replied. “My Sobranies…and a pack for my friend here as well.”
Rachel almost said, “Huh?” The man behind the counter narrowed his eyes. “Well, I’m going to have to see her ID if you’re buying her anything.”
She didn’t understand, but still pulled her ID out of her wallet and handed it to the clerk. Her stomach twitched, thinking he’d be judging her the entire time, but his face didn’t change much as he handed the card back. “Alright, then.”
The woman paid by credit card, and now Rachel looked at her. She wore a long black coat, lined with a fluffy fur collar – Rachel sure hoped it was fake fur. Her brown hair was thick and groomed, and though her face looked demure and
mature, it wasn’t particularly wrinkled or weathered. This woman was probably in her forties, yet seemed not quite so aged.
The clerk handed her purchase to her, and she took Rachel gently by the wrist. Still confused, Rachel followed her out onto the sidewalk.
The woman took one pack from her bag, handing it to Rachel. “Here,” she said. “A present.”
“Uh, thanks?” Rachel said, staring at the cigarettes. She’d never had this brand, and judging from the packaging, they must have been quite an expensive brand.
The woman opened one pack, taking a cigarette out and putting it in her lips. She pulled a silver lighter from her purse, clicking it and bringing the flame to the tip. As the tip glowed, the woman drew on the smoke, the grey-blue swirling around her mouth as she inhaled, then exhaled a steady stream of smoke. The air filled with the fragrance – Rachel had never minded the smell much.
“Let me guess,” the woman said with a smile, holding her cigarette raised. “Your very first day of being able to buy your own cigarettes.”
“How did you know?” asked Rachel.
“You’re not the first.” The woman took another drag, slowly pulling on her cigarette, swirling the smoke in her mouth, then blowing it out away from Rachel. The way her smile perked after each puff made Rachel think of the satisfaction – but she couldn’t have one now, on her way home. Her parents would find out for sure.
“Why don’t you come along with me for a little chat?” asked the woman. “My name is Elissa, by the way.”
This whole situation was weird enough, with this woman she didn’t know buying her expensive cigarettes. She should have said no, but Rachel somehow replied, “Sure.”
She followed Elissa to her car, a sleek black sedan. The odor of stale smoke lingered within; this woman very obviously smoked often inside of her car. Elissa started the engine, letting it rumble as she put her cigarette in her lips. Rachel stared at her, watching the smoke drift around her, the tip glow with the slight draws Elissa took on her smoke.
She didn’t really notice Elissa reaching into her pack of cigarettes until she saw the woman’s hand nearing her mouth, filter pressing between Rachel’s lips. Despite her earlier thought, Rachel didn’t protest, didn’t say a word or make a noise as Elissa brought her lighter up to the tip and sparked the flame to life.
Rachel immediately took a drag. The flavor was rich, yet the smoke was smooth in her throat. Most of her friends would be disgusted at the idea of a cigarette tasting good, but perhaps that was just Rachel being used to it – or used to lesser-quality tobacco.
Elissa’s smile grew wider as Rachel exhaled, the interior of the car growing thicker with smoke. She pulled out of the tobacco shop’s parking lot, and though neither said much, the two took occasional drags of their cigarettes – and occasional glances at each other – during the drive.
Part 2
They soon arrived at Elissa’s home, a fancy mansion on the edge of the city. She’d seemed the rich sort, but Rachel hadn’t expected her home to be so elegant.
Elissa led the way inside to her den, a room with luxurious armchairs set near the window. “Is there anything you would like?” asked Elissa. “A drink, or a smoke?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, thank you.”
Elissa nodded, taking out her pack of cigarettes. She took a long cigarette holder from a nearby table, setting the cigarette in the end before bringing it to her lips. Her lighter ignited the cigarette, the tip glowing as the older woman took a long drag. The smoke swirled in her mouth as she lowered her holder, then billowed forth from her lips and nostrils, filling the room with not-quite-unpleasant aroma.
Elissa watched the smoke dance through the air, then returned her gaze to Rachel. With a touch of nervousness in her stomach, Rachel asked, “So…why did you want to invite me over?”
“I simply wanted to get to know a lovely young woman like yourself,” Elissa said. “What would you like to know about me, or talk about yourself?”
What exactly had gotten Elissa interested in her, anyway? Was it just because Rachel smoked? Did that…pique Elissa’s fascination, so to say?
Taking a small puff, Elissa said, “I suppose I should ask the obvious…I would love to know how you started smoking. Such a young lady like yourself, taking up a terrible habit.” Her smile turned to a mischievous smirk.
Rachel shifted in her seat. That was something she didn’t want most of the people in her life, from her parents to her regular friends, to know about. But what harm was there in telling Elissa? It wasn’t as if she’d rat Rachel out to her parents.
“Well, my mom smokes,” Rachel said, “and my older sister started too when she moved out. I was seventeen, and my parents had gone out, and my mom left her pack of smokes and lighter on the table out back. So I…gave it a try.”
“Did you like it at first?”
Rachel shrugged. “It tasted awful, but I kinda liked the buzz. I couldn’t finish it, but I kept that cigarette hidden, and whenever my parents were out, I’d have a puff or two.”
“And when did you start smoking regularly?”
“Not until about half a year ago. I was hanging out with my sister, driving to the store with her, and she was having a cigarette. I asked her about how she started, and she said she did the same thing – snuck one of mom’s cigarettes. She figured out what I’d done, asked if I liked it, then offered me one of her cigarettes. I tried it, and I liked it a lot more than the ones my mom smokes.”
Elissa paused to take a long, slow pull from her cigarette, the smoke twirling through the air as she spoke. “So how often do you smoke, Rachel?”
“Not very often, really. Most days I don’t; it’s usually if I’m with my sister, or a few of our mutual friends who also smoke, and I’ll really only have two or three.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to smoke more often? You are an adult now, after all. Or are you worried about getting addicted?”
That last word brought a tinge of guilt and worry into Rachel’s stomach. “Well, I know my parents didn’t like my sister smoking. They’d probably be disappointed about me starting, too.”
Laughing softly, Elissa said, “You didn’t answer my question, of course.”
“What do you mean?”
Elissa took another slow, drawn-out drag, inhaling the smoke then exhaling it in a steady stream before continuing. “Most smokers I know partake as merely a habit, a need. It is simply a nicotine fix for them. But watching you as we drove here, I could see that you’re no mere addict. You’re a lady who enjoys the pleasure of smoking, the flavor, the act of smoking.”
Elissa’s tone had taken on a curious edge, an admiration – or perhaps an arousal. Was that why she’d invited Rachel here? Because she was turned on by Rachel’s smoking?
“And I see it in the way you watch me smoke, too,” Elissa said, twirling her cigarette holder between her fingers. “The way you watch the smoke from my lungs dance through the air. It fascinates you as well, does it not?”
Inching back in her armchair, Rachel said, “If you mean -”
Her voice stalled as Elissa rose from her chair, placing her cigarette holder in her lips. Her cheeks drew in, the tip glowed, as she walked towards Rachel. Then, as she stood over Rachel, she exhaled, a stream of fragrant smoke blowing down upon the young woman.
Rachel had never really minded having cigarette smoke around, having gotten used to the aroma at home. She’d never figured she’d appreciate someone blowing their smoke straight at her…yet Elissa doing just that brought a stirring within her that she couldn’t deny she enjoyed.
Elissa smiled – perhaps Rachel was blushing, and that told her all she needed to know. “I suppose you are wondering why I invited you here.”
Rachel had a hunch now. “You want to watch me smoke.”
“Indeed. I would love for you to visit regularly, for us to become friends. To enjoy the sight of each other’s indulgence in our habit. I don’t mean to treat you as some prostitute or escort, but if you would accept, I would be happy to provide you with whatever cigarettes you desire. I suppose you enjoyed the Sobranie I offered you?”
Rachel nodded. “Yeah, it was a nice cigarette.”
Elissa took out her pack of cigarettes. As she held one in her fingertips, her holder in her other hand, she said, “Would you like another one now? I don’t wish to make you smoke more than you are comfortable with.”
Rachel almost thought what’s the harm, a stupid thing to say to oneself when it came to smoking. Yet part of her agreed with that sentiment – she didn’t really smoke that much, so what was a second one so soon just this once? “Sure.”
Elissa placed the cigarette in Rachel’s lips, then took out her lighter and lit it. Rachel took a slow drag, hoping to emulate Elissa’s beautiful exhales. She blew the smoke away from Elissa out of habit, but asked herself if the woman would have preferred otherwise.
Elissa returned to her seat, taking the last drag from her own cigarette and extinguishing it. She simply sat still, smiling as Rachel smoked her cigarette.
Did it feel a little strange knowing she was putting on a display for this woman she’d just met? Yes, but it wasn’t as if Elissa herself didn’t turn on Rachel in more than a few ways. And after all, Rachel did find herself really enjoying these cigarettes. Just as long as Elissa didn’t plan on having her chain-smoke, perhaps Rachel could get used to this arrangement.
It wasn’t as if she was already enjoying both the nicotine rush – and Elissa’s own display in turn.
Part 3
Of all that Elissa had said during their first meeting, one thing had turned out to be true: Rachel had wanted to smoke more. Along with their continued meetings, where Rachel would smoke two to four cigarettes in Elissa’s company – Elissa would have as many as six in the same time – Rachel found herself taking walks more often so that she could have a smoke without her parents finding out. She wasn’t addicted by any means, at least she didn’t feel so, but had to wonder if smoking would still be as enjoyable once it became a need rather than a want.
Nonetheless, she continued meeting with Elissa, lighting up in her company. They would discuss media, the city, life, various things…and sometimes the two of them would just remain quiet, smoking. Rachel wasn’t sure how to put on a display of it like Elissa could, yet she was sure the older woman was just as delighted to watch each drag and exhale as Rachel enjoyed Elissa’s smoking.
It was their fifth meeting, with Elissa setting aside her cigarette holder and lighting a sixth smoke in her lips while Rachel’s was half burned-away, that Rachel had to sate her own curiosity. “So Elissa,” she said, pausing to take a puff. “How did you start smoking?”
Elissa’s smile widened as she held in her smoke, then let it billow forth from her nostrils and lips. “I was about your age, dear. A young, bright, innocent woman just awakening to her sexuality, nervous about coming out in a less-tolerant time. I could watch, but never confess, never desire.”
Rachel nodded. She’d dated a few times in high school, but it’d never gone far. How many of those partners would be turned-off by her smoking?
“Then there was a woman who caught my eye, and whose eye I caught. I could see it in the way she smiled as I watched her, unable to distract myself from her beauty. She talked to me, then when she started flirting…” Elissa chuckled. “My heart gave in to my longing, and I accompanied her home.”
“Let me guess,” Rachel said. “She smoked?”
“I could taste it on her breath the first time we kissed. We made love, and then she smoked for the first time in my presence. Watching her bare, beautiful body as she smoked, the way she enjoyed each slow, deep drag…” A low purring left Elissa’s throat. “I’d never wanted to smoke before, yet I was curious of it, seeing how she’d so clearly loved it.”
“So did you ask her for a puff?”
“No. I only watched. I watched her the next few nights we made love together. I watched her during the days, realizing how excited it made me when she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. Being with a woman who smoked…it was so naughty, felt so naughty myself.”
“So when was your first?”
“It was one of our nights together, still in our afterglow. I was cuddling close to her as she finished her post-sex cigarette, enjoying her warmth, enjoying the smoke.” Elissa closed her eyes, taking a long drag, as if reliving that moment in her mind. “Then as she ashed her cigarette, she took out another. I thought she was having one more – she sometimes chain-smoked two or three. But instead she put it in my lips.”
Rachel couldn’t help but to reminded of Elissa doing the same with her, feeling a stirring with her memory.
“She lit it, and told me to smoke.”
“Did you like it?”
Elissa took another drag. “Not quite at first,” she said, smoke drifting from her lips. “At least, not the taste. The feeling was nice. But being made to smoke by this woman…” She paused for a bit, taking a quick puff, as if mulling over how to phrase it. In the end, Elissa only gave a chuckle.
“After that night, she’d give me a cigarette after sex every time. She’d even make me take puffs every now and then while we were out. Part of me was worried that someone would see me, think I’d started for real – the rest of me was aroused by such a thought. But soon my parents found out – about our relationship, not my smoking – and they certainly didn’t approve. Fortunately, my partner was willing to take me in.”
Rachel frowned at the low note Elissa’s story had taken. The woman paused her story, her eyes clearly upon Rachel as she pulled on her cigarette, drawing the smoke into her lungs.
“The first night was like the usual, except after I finished my cigarette, we made love again – it’d made me that excited. The next day, in the morning after breakfast…she put a cigarette in my lips and lit it.”
“How many did she make you smoke?” Rachel asked, expecting this to be the start of Elissa’s habit.
“Nearly an entire pack,” Elissa said. “She smoked double that that day. And we made love again and again. It was unpleasant at times, yet by the end of that day I knew I loved smoking, had come to love the flavor of tobacco and the delight of nicotine.” To emphasize this, Elissa took a drag from her cigarette. “We were partners for a few years, until she moved away. I still have a photo of her, sitting at the breakfast table, enjoying her first smoke of the morning…”
Rachel took the last puff from her cigarette, exhaling as she ashed it in her nearby tray. “I imagine you’ve had a lot of other partners who’ve smoked over the years.”
“Most, yes. A rare few whom, like you, enjoy the sight.” Elissa slowly rose from her chair. “I’ve had some who were routine smokers, those who did so only out of habit. My favorite women are those who truly enjoy each and every cigarette.”
She approached Rachel, and for a moment Rachel had an idea of what Elissa intended to do. As the woman sat upon her lap, her suspicion was confirmed as Elissa brought her cigarette to Rachel’s lips.
A brief moment of hesitation struck Rachel, thinking that smoking right after finishing one would surely bringing her down the a-word road much sooner. Yet the moment the filter pressed between her lips, that tingling between her legs doubled, and she suspected that it’d only grow once she indulged Elissa.
So she drew on the cigarette, watching its tip glow, feeling and tasting the smoke fill her mouth. As Elissa took the cigarette back, she inhaled the smoke, letting its heat linger in her lungs.
Thinking Elissa would enjoy it, she blew the smoke straight at the woman. Elissa’s smile grew, taking on a distinctly-naughty edge as she brought her cigarette to her lips. The smoke slowly swirled in her mouth before she inhaled it, holding it in before she released it over Rachel. Rachel breathed through her nose as if it was a lovely perfume being showered upon her, rather than second-hand smoke.
Once again, Elissa brought the cigarette to Rachel’s lips. She alternated between the two of them, each exhaling toward the other, until finally Elissa took the last drag from her cigarette. She didn’t exhale as she crushed the butt; instead, she leaned in closer, her face mere inches from Rachel’s, who thought she would kiss and breathe the smoke into Rachel’s lungs.
That thought tempted Rachel to lean in herself, meeting Elissa’s lips as the woman exhaled, breathing in as Elissa breathed out. Smoke wisped between them, then trailed from Rachel’s breath as she exhaled back toward Elissa.
The two stared at each other, mere inches from each other. Rachel imagined the woman had just the same stirring as herself. The thought of giving in to that longing was tempting; why did it seem so wrong when that was what these meetings were all about? The two of them being so turned on by watching each other smoke.
Elissa only said, “It’s about time for you to get going, yes?”
That much was true. Her parents would probably wonder why she was out so late; even though she was an adult now, they still believed in setting a few rules. “Yeah,” Rachel replied.
Before she could let Elissa get away, she reached in for a proper kiss. She could taste the tobacco upon the woman’s breath, a less-pleasant taste than fresh smoke, yet it still excited her nonetheless.
Elissa returned the gesture, then when their lips parted, rose off of Rachel. The two headed for the front door, and as Rachel stepped outside, she looked back and saw just what she expected: Elissa placing a new cigarette in her lips, lighter in hand.
Rachel couldn’t help but to think of it as the closest thing to a post-sex smoke thus far from Elissa.
Part 4
During many of their meetings from then on, Rachel would follow Elissa inside, and once they were seated would Elissa take out a cigarette, place it in Rachel’s lips, and light it.
Today, when Elissa answered the door, Rachel was mid-drag, halfway through a cigarette. She noticed Elissa’s smile, and blew the smoke toward Elissa with a smile of her own before following the woman inside.
Sitting down upon a love-seat in the den, Elissa took out her cigarette holder and a pack of Sobranies. She placed one in her holder, then put her holder to her lips. Rachel took out her lighter, sparking the tip to life. Elissa’s cheeks drew in as she pulled on her cigarette, the smoke swirling in her mouth as she inhaled. Rachel leaned in, bringing her mouth to Elissa’s to inhale her exhale, her body tingling with excitement all the while.
She exhaled the smoke from Elissa before taking another drag of her own cigarette. “So,” Rachel said, “my parents found out.”
“About us?” asked Elissa.
“No, about me smoking. My mom spotted my pack of cigarettes in my purse.” “Were they upset?”
“My dad was more disappointed. I think my mom wasn’t really surprised that I’d started, too.” Rachel took another drag. Somehow, all of the nervousness of her parents knowing she was a smoker made her enjoy each cigarette more, made her long for each one all that much more.
“Do they want you to quit?”
“I’m sure they’d like me to, but all they said is to keep it outside, like my mom does. I haven’t really smoked at home yet, though – it’d probably be really awkward sitting on the porch with my mom while she’s having a smoke too.”
Elissa took a long drag, exhaling in Rachel’s direction. “Is it truly so bad? Now you don’t need to worry about them finding out. You can smoke as much as you like at home now.”
Rachel closed her eyes, slowly drawing on her cigarette, letting the smoke linger in her lungs. As much as she enjoyed her meetings with Elissa, as she genuinely enjoyed the nicotine buzz and flavor of tobacco, was this simply the start of her becoming addicted? Was that what Elissa wanted? Would that turn her on?
She exhaled, then said, “It’s funny…when my mom asked me where I got my cigarettes, I just automatically answered…a girlfriend.”
“A girlfriend, hmm?”
Elissa scooted closer, her body leaning against Rachel’s. She drew on her cigarette holder, her lips spreading into a smirk. Rachel leaned in, kissing her as she exhaled, inhaling her second-hand smoke. Rachel took a small puff of her cigarette, holding it in before bringing her lips to Elissa’s. She felt Elissa’s inhale, how she almost hungrily drew in Rachel’s smoke.
Elissa slid an arm around Rachel. Her body leaned more heavily upon Rachel. Her next exhale cascaded upon Rachel’s face, bringing a flush to Rachel’s face and to her groin.
Rachel put her cigarette in the ashtray; it was only one drag away from being finished, anyway. As she wrapped her arms around Elissa, the woman stopped her, pushing her down upon her back on the love-seat.
One hand reached for Rachel’s jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning them. The other held out her cigarette holder to Rachel.
“Take it,” she said. “I want you to fill me with smoke, my pet.”
The thought of what was happening brought a rush of excitement to Rachel’s body. Her brain didn’t even question it; she just took the holder, bringing it to her lips and drawing from the cigarette. As she moved her arm aside, Elissa leaned down upon her, locking her lips to Rachel’s, drawing in the smoke that Rachel exhaled.
As Elissa’s hand delved into Rachel’s pants, rubbing against her panties, Rachel gasped. Elissa kissed her again, then moaned, “Smoke for me, pet.”
Rachel brought the holder to her lips, taking a long deep drag, then pressed her mouth to Elissa’s and exhaled. The woman promptly rewarded Rachel for her obedience, all while the two shared several more kisses before Rachel’s next inhale.
What started upon the love-seat ended in Elissa’s bedroom, with the two embracing beneath silken sheets. Once Elissa had finished with Rachel, the two had changed venues. Elissa had lighted a cigarette, smoking with such elegance and grace even as Rachel’s lips tended to her breasts and her fingers wandered elsewhere. That had been followed by her pinning down Rachel, simply sitting over her, lighting another cigarette in Rachel’s lips and inviting Rachel to please herself to the visage of the beautiful woman smoking over her. Finally, they’d finished with simple, vanilla lovemaking, with only the aftertaste of their cigarettes upon their kisses.
Elissa had lit herself another cigarette, exhaling toward the ceiling, while Rachel had reignited her half-finished cigarette. The smoke danced through the bedroom, drifting out through the just-ajar window. Each drag felt like the perfect dessert to the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Smoke billowed over her, and she realized Elissa had rolled over toward her. Rachel faced her, smiling as she took a puff and returned the playful favor. Her third cigarette in about an hour…at this rate…
She mentally shrugged, taking another drag and basking in the nicotine high. She snuggled closer to Elissa, kissing her, tasting the fresh smoke upon the woman’s lips. Elissa ran a hair through her hair, purring, “Such a lovely pet.”
Pet… A younger woman to adore. To bask affection upon. To be a delight for the senses.
It wasn’t as if Elissa wasn’t just as arousing as she was to the woman, after all.
Part 5
Rachel rang the doorbell, then tapped her foot impatiently. She tried to remember if she’d mentioned this habit when visiting Elissa, if perhaps Elissa taking so long sometimes was her way of teasing Rachel. Her visits usually wound up with her smoking more in a few hours than she did on most days, and she figured not getting carried away was a good idea. After all, only having had one cigarette this morning after she’d woke up, the restless craving was sign enough that it’d happened.
At long last, Elissa opened the door. She was clad in a luscious fur robe, the sort that Rachel knew would be scented of smoke, just as she knew Elissa would be wearing nothing underneath. Elissa drew from her cigarette holder, her smoke nearly finished, before kissing Rachel. Rachel breathed in as much of her smoke as she could, the flavor only piquing her need.
The two walked to Elissa’s bedroom, the woman laying down on the bed while Rachel sat next to her. “I have a present for you,” Elissa said, smiling.
“So you remembered my birthday,” Rachel said.
“It’s been a year already,” Elissa said. “A year since I bought you your first pack of cigarettes. How many has it been now?”
Rachel hadn’t kept count of the overall total. After her parents had found out, she’d let herself be more open about it. Her regular friends eventually found out, she started taking smoke breaks at work. Between her regular smoking and her meetings with Elissa, she went through three to four packs a week.
Elissa took the long, slow, final drag from her cigarette. Watching the smoke wisp from her lips and nostrils, accenting the beautiful woman’s elegance, tempted Rachel to take out her own smokes. But she loved Elissa placing cigarettes in her lips and lighting them, making her take drags as she desired, meeting her lips to inhale Rachel’s exhales.
Elissa reached over to a small box on her bedside table. “Here,” she said.
Rachel had an idea of what it was based on the length – it wasn’t a pack of cigarettes, that was for sure. She opened the box, and within was a long cigarette holder, just as fancy as Elissa’s.
Elissa replaced her cigarette, and took out a second to put in Rachel’s holder. Rachel held the tip near Elissa’s so that the woman could light them together. Her first hungry drag sent nicotine rushing into her brain, calming the craving not quite completely but appeasing it with the promise of more.
The two blew their smoke at each other. Elissa slipped a hand between the folds of her robe as the two enjoyed their cigarettes.
“No longer such a guilty pleasure, is it?” asked Elissa.
Smoking itself? Not really. She was addicted now, that was certain, but Rachel had all but embraced that. Yet there certainly was the guilty pleasure of being so aroused by a woman as beautiful as Elissa smoking, the way she so enjoyed cigarette after cigarette.
“Your friends haven’t made a fuss about it, have they?”
“A few of them said I should quit,” Rachel said, smoke slipping from her lips with each word. “I said I’d consider it, just to be polite.”
As Elissa took a drag, Rachel added, “Actually, one of them has started with me.”
“Hmm?” Elissa replied, with clear interest. “Tell me more.”
“She’s a cute redhead, kind of shy. The sort you’d probably never imagine being interested. But one day, when it was just the two of us, she asked about smoking, what I liked about it. Then she asked if she could try just a puff.”
“So she enjoyed it, I presume?”
“Well, we shared the cigarette. And we’ve shared a few since.” Rachel glanced down to Elissa teasing herself. “She even admitted that she’s always thought there was something…mature and sexy about smoking.”
“I suppose she’s not the only one.”
Rachel chuckled, then took a long drag before leaning upon Elissa to give her a smoke-filled kiss. The two laid together, taking turns breathing smoke into the other’s lungs, enjoying the flavor and buzz from each drag.
After a few minutes, Elissa whispered, “Enough kissing here…kiss down there, pet.”
The prospect excited Rachel, and she slid down Elissa’s body, opening her robe and kissing her bare skin as she made her way down. The woman continued to smoke from her holder, while Rachel took occasional quick puffs, blowing the smoke over Elissa’s breasts.
She reached Elissa’s crotch. She’d come to love tending to Elissa’s desires, whether it was this physical pleasure or the arousal from her pet smoking for her. And of course Elissa would tend to her in turn – Rachel’s favorite was to lie upon Elissa’s body or to have her sit over her, only pleasuring Rachel each time Elissa brought a cigarette to Rachel’s lips and she took a drag.
Rachel took a long draw from her new cigarette holder, letting the warmth of the smoke settle in her lungs, letting the nicotine rush soothe her cravings. Becoming an open smoker had shown her how many people sated their cravings for sating’s sake, huddled on benches or corners. Few of them truly seemed to enjoy the habit they’d started.
Rachel smiled as she gently blew her smoke over Elissa’s sex. Elissa had become her mistress, but so had nicotine. But she was no mere slave to either; rather…a pet.
And that thought, the liberating and arousing nature of it, would make the day that followed, and the many days that followed after that, all the more satisfying.