Maureen Connolley awoke, somewhat dazed, to the ringing of her cell phone,
which was sitting on the table next to her favorite chair. Her underwear was
still down around her ankles, the ashtray next to her was full, the glass
pipe had fallen unharmed onto the carpet, and the chair beneath her was
slightly damp, as were the insides of her thighs. She blinked hard to wake
herself up, and then grabbed her cell phone, along with the long black
cigarette case that also sat on the table next to her. She extracted one of
her extra-long Allure cigarettes as she answered the phone. She already knew
from the ring tone who it was.
“Hi, Sis, what’s up?” As with last night, she was having difficulty finding
even the simplest words when speaking. As her sister spoke, Maureen lit up
her long, long Allure cigarette and inhaled, perking up a bit as the smoke
entered her.
“Not too much. Just calling to say `hi.'” Julia never called just to say hi.
“Do you mind if I come over tonight? I kinda want to get out of the house for
a while.”
“I understand,” Maureen replied. She remembered well all of the times when
she used to feel stuck at home. Of course, it was probably harder on her
sister. “You’re welcome to come over and hang out here, but I kinda have
plans for tonight.” Maureen inhaled more smoke, smiling as she remembered
what the evening had in store for her.
“What sort of plans?” Her little sister always wanted to know what was going
on.
Maureen exhaled audibly into the receiver as she gave her reply. “I have to
go in to A.T.C. to discuss something with Cyn, er, Dr. Monroe.”
There was a long pause before Julia spoke again. Maureen wondered if she
smoking.
“Discuss something with Cynthia?” Julia sounded amused on the other end of
the line.
“Yeah,” Maureen didn’t elaborate. Instead, she took another long pull on her
cigarette. She wasn’t sure what to tell Julia about the previous evening.
Again, there was a long pause on Julia’s end, confirming in Maureen’s mind
her hypothesis.
When Julia spoke again, her voice was playful and merry. “So, how was your
hot date?”
Maureen tried to make her voice sound sarcastic as she gave her reply. “We
had hot, steamy sex all night, ok?” Again, Maureen took in more smoke.
“You really did, didn’t you?” Julia had always been amazingly perceptive. “I
can’t say I blame you, though her sister is more my type.”
“So are you coming over, or what?”
A knock came at Maureen’s door, as on the other side, Julia cheerfully said,
“I’m already here.”
Maureen leapt out of her comfortable chair, thrust her goodies into their box
and closed the lid. As she went for the door, she tripped over the panties
still around her ankles, and went down with a thud, still holding her long
lit cigarette daintily in her left hand.
“Are you ok in there?” Julia’s laughing voice could be heard both on the
other end of the cell phone, and also on the other side of the door. Maureen
cursed silently as she got up, pulled up her panties, and, ever so gracefully
moved towards the door and opened it.
Maureen opened the door, and Julia blew into the room, holding an almost
finished cigarette between her fingers. “Nice long cigarette you’ve got,” she
said as she moved towards the ashtray near Maureen’s favorite chair. Maureen
hastened to say, “Don’t sit there. I- I spilled some juice there.”
“I’m sure you did,” Julia said, grinning, as she helped herself to one of the
luxury length Allures in the black cigarette case, and lit it from the dying
butt of her own cig. She popped in her inhale with her lips parted, revealing
her cute braces. “Maybe that’s why you didn’t answer your phone. I’m almost
out of smokes, and I called you like three times.” With smoke seeping out of
her smiling lips, she put out her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray on the
table, adding to its collection of butts. “Hey, what’s in the box?”
Before Maureen could get a word in edgewise, Julia had opened the box sitting
next to the ashtray, and examined its contents. Increasingly exasperated with
her sister, Maureen simply frowned as she took a forceful drag off of her
cigarette and inhaled it.
“I thought I smelled something funny when I walked in,” Julia said, throwing
her head back and exhaling upwards. “Don’t worry,” she added with another
smirk, “It isn’t like I’m gonna tell Mom and Dad or anything, at least as
long as you let me try.”
“Maybe it’ll calm you down, at least,” Maureen said, finally cracking a smile
despite her best efforts. “You’ve been bouncing off of the walls.”
“You don’t understand, Maureen. Or maybe you do. I feel *fantastic* since I
started smoking these things,” she said, her glance falling on her cigarette.
She took a quick, robust drag to highlight her words, again revealing her
shiny teeth when she inhaled. “Every molecule of this smoke that I breathe
makes me feel just peachy.”
Maureen smiled again at her sister, as she took the box out of Julia’s hands
and sat down on the couch. “Just peachy, huh? I guess that about sums it up.”
Julia sat down next to her sister, and let forth a thick exhale from her
lips. “So are you serious about letting me sample some of the contents of
that box?”
Maureen smiled at her sister’s smoothness. “Wait a minute,” she said, “I
never said I was going to.” She paused and took a drag, deliberately letting
her sister’s anticipation build while she enjoyed a lingering French inhale.
“Are you serious about wanting to try it?”
Julia popped in another drag, as she pushed her stylish glasses further up
her shapely little nose. “I just feel like doing something wild. I’m not sure
why. Maybe it’s these cigs, or maybe I’m just in the mood to do something
crazy.” Although Julia had a naturally bubbly personality, she wasn’t exactly
a free spirit. Usually she only made decisions after careful deliberation.
“Come on, Sis. Smoke me out. Then you can tell me about your hot date last
night.”
Maureen laughed as she put her cigarette in her mouth as she removed some of
the sticky green weed from the baggie, and stuffed it into her glass pipe.
She was still feeling quite a bit of the effects from her last use of the
pipe. “Ok,” she said, “If that’s really what you want. I have to warn you
though,” she continued, taking a drag on her cigarette and sucking swiftly
in, “This stuff will mess you up pretty good.” Julia was watching her
intently, plainly eager to experiment. “Just do what I do, and hold it in as
long as you can.”
The older sister held her cigarette between her left index and middle
fingers, while grasping the pipe with her remaining fingers and thumb. She
exhaled the puff she had taken from her cigarette, raised the pipe to her
pursed lips, and clicked her lighter. The contents of the pipe’s bowl ignited
as Maureen pulled the hot smoke directly into her lungs. She smiled blearily,
held out the pipe to her little sister, and croaked, “Your turn.”
Julia showed no hesitation as she accepted the pipe from her sister, and
likewise held her lit cigarette in the same hand as the pipe while she
flicked her own lighter. Again the contents of the pipe burned orange as
Julia fearlessly sucked the smoke deep inside. Handing the pipe nonchalantly
back to her sister, she smiled, as if with some sense of accomplishment, once
again revealing the orthodontic work that adorned her teeth.
Maureen exhaled a thin stream of pungent smelling smoke, and took a quick
puff on her cigarette, inhaling and exhaling quickly, before she repeated the
action of sparking up her pipe. As she inhaled, she immediately felt the
characteristic giddiness and exuberance return. “I could get really used to
doing this,” she thought as she passed the piece back to Julia.
Evidently, Julia liked it, because she took it eagerly, exhaled her last hit,
inhaled and exhaled a puff of her Allure, and then lit the pipe back up, just
like her sister did. The bowl glowed briefly before the embers within died.
“I’ll pack some more,” Maureen said, taking the pipe again from her sister,
rapping the pipe against her ashtray to empty the used ash, and putting some
more chronic in it. While she did this, Julia puffed contentedly on her
cigarette, inhaling each time with a small sigh. Maureen too used the
opportunity to catch up with her Allure, smoking hands free while she
adroitly prepared the pipe for further use.
“You get the first hit this time,” she told Julia, who smiled in delight.
Julia fired up the pipe like she was getting the hang of it, and as she
inhaled more of its smoke, she was smiling so broadly that she looked about
ready to crack up. “Do you like it?” Maureen asked. She took the pipe out of
Julia’s hands, since she had forgotten to pass it to her.
Julia nodded her assent as Maureen took her own hit and passed it back to
her.
“How long have you been doing this?” Julia asked, staring at the pipe in her
hands.
“Actually, I just started,” Maureen replied. “Cynthia taught me.”
By the time the girls finished their long, long Allure cigarettes, they had
shared four bowls. Soon, they were howling with laughter, about nothing in
particular, and intensely feeling the effects of the smoke.
Julia was about to help herself to another luxury length Allure, when Maureen
stopped her. “I have something else you should try,” she said, removing the
baggie of crystallized nicotine from the box. Julia’s green eyes sparkled in
excitement. “Be forewarned about this too. It’s very potent.”
“I hope it’s not what I think it is,” Julia said, suddenly betraying a bit of
nervousness.
“It’s better than what you think it is. It’s a potent form of nicotine.”
Maureen put one of the crystals in the same pipe. “Here, you go first.”
Julia lit the pipe again, and this time it crackled and hissed as its
contents were rapidly consumed by the flame. Her lungs expanded as the smoke
filled them. Behind her stylish glasses, Julia’s eyes flew open wide in
astonishment as the pleasure centers of her brain went suddenly haywire.
“Oooh my gawd. Oh my fucking gawwwd. That was so fucking incredible,” Julia
cried, when she finally exhaled. “Hurry up and take your hit, so I can do
that again. That was unfuckingbelievable.”
“Yeah, I love it too. We should only take a couple of hits each though, or
else we’ll pass out.” With a shaking hand, Maureen put another crystal in the
bowl and ignited it. Her own brain’s pleasure centers were soon berserk with
activity, and if her sister were not right there with her, she would
definitely have started masturbating again.
Julia already had a crystal ready in between her fingers when Maureen
finished with the pipe. Very quickly, she put it in the pipe, and fired it
up, pulling on the pipe with what seemed like every ounce of her strength.
When she couldn’t inhale any deeper, she reluctantly passed the pipe back to
Maureen, closed her eyes, and just felt the tsunami of nicotine crash into
her mind.
Maureen took one more hit, sucked it down frantically, and then quickly put
the pipe and baggie back in the box while she could still resist the desire
to smoke still more. Before closing the box, however, she took out two Allure
cigars and, beaming from ear to ear with sheer glee, handed one over to her
sister. The two young ladies unwrapped their cigars, and lit them up
hungrily.
Julia, holding the smoke inside, looked lost in thought. Suddenly, she turned
to Maureen and said, in a strange voice, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I
really have to go to the bathroom.” Without waiting for a reply, Julia took
her cigar, and rushed across the apartment to the commode, closing the door
behind her. A further click signaled that she locked the door as well.
Maureen smiled blissfully, as she suspected what her sister might be up to
inside. She was about to take a great pull on her cigar, when her cell phone
rang unexpectedly.
“Hello?” she said, answering the phone after taking a quick puff.
“Maureen?” It was Cynthia. “Hi. Are you still coming to discuss your new
duties with A.T.C.?”
“Cynthia! What time is it?”
Maureen heard Cynthia’s lighter click on the other end of the phone. “It’s
6:20. This isn’t a great start to your new job.” Maureen could tell by
Cynthia’s voice, however, that her boss was being playful. “Besides,” Cynthia
added, after taking a sharp breath into the phone’s mouthpiece, “I’m not
surprised that you lost track of time.”
Maureen smiled at her friend’s characteristically indirect statement.
“Actually, my sister is here,” she said, before exhaling her cigar smoke
through her nose while she took another drag.
“What an unexpected surprise!” Maureen could by now tell from Cynthia’s tone
that Julia’s visit wasn’t entirely unexpected. “That’s wonderful, because my
sister’s here with me, and would like very much to spend some more time with
Julia. What do you say we come over to your place. Besides, I’m sure you
don’t feel like driving just now.” Maureen heard Cynthia inhale another puff
of whatever she happened to be smoking at the moment.
“That would be really great.” Maureen was eager to see Cynthia again, but
also would have preferred to see her in private. However, she smiled as she
realized that her apartment had two bedrooms.
“Stupendous! We’ll take care of business first, and then we’ll take care of
pleasure. I’ll bring some drinks and some other refreshments. Ciao.”
“Can’t wait,” Maureen said into the phone, before Cynthia hung up. She took
as much cigar smoke inside as her lungs would allow, considering whether to
tell her bratty sister about the company she now expected, or instead let it
be a surprise.
She had a while to make up her mind, because Julia didn’t seem to be in any
sort of hurry to finish her business in the bathroom and come back out.
Maureen pulled cigar smoke into her lungs and practiced making smoke rings
while she waited for either her sister to come back, or for their guests to
arrive. It turned out that Cynthia and Emily got there before Julia was
finished. Hearing them talking as they approached the door, Maureen went and
opened it before they knocked. Both of them were wearing fashionable business
attire, and they held their freshly lit cigarettes between their long
fingers, with their wrists bent at the same feminine angle. In addition,
Cynthia was carrying a fairly large black briefcase. Maureen noticed that
Emily had her raven black hair carefully braided, and was wearing more makeup
than usual.
“Come on in,” she whispered to the pair, taking her cigar out of her mouth as
she spoke, and then putting it back in to take a long drag. “Try to be quiet
though. Julia is in the bathroom, and I want her to be surprised when she
sees you.”
“She doesn’t know we’re coming?” Emily asked, smiling.
“She’s been in the bathroom since Cynthia called,” Maureen told her guests,
exhaling partially before she spoke, and then, after a secondary inhale,
breathing out the rest of the smoke.
Cynthia moved close to Maureen, pressed their bodies close, and gave her a
kiss on her lips, exhaling her latest puff and then biting gently on
Maureen’s lower lip as she drew away. “It smells like you guys started the
party without us,” she said in a low voice. Turning to her sister, she said,
“Looks like we have a little bit of catching up to do.” The two sisters
shared a knowing look and matching cryptic smiles.
As her guests made their way quietly into the cozy living room, Maureen
hastened to her favorite chair, claiming it before either of her guests asked
any embarrassing questions. As she sat down, she puffed in her cigar smoke in
relief. She wouldn’t have minded if it was just Cynthia, but she didn’t know
Emily as intimately, and she was sure that if her sister was reminded it
would become a running joke throughout the evening.
She had no sooner sat down, when Cynthia asked, “Do you have a bottle of
water?”
“Um, sure. Do you want anything Emily?”
“Not to drink right now, thank you,” Emily said politely before making the
tip of her cigarette glow brightly.
Maureen got up, taking her almost spent cigar with her as she hurried into
the kitchen to fetch the required drink. Taking a final puff and inhale on
her cigar before putting it out in the ashtray she kept in the room, she
hoped that her sitting down in the chair had effectively claimed it, so that
neither of the sisters would take the seat.
She rushed back to the room, and was happy to notice that Cynthia and Emily
had taken places at the couch, with Cynthia sitting closest to Maureen’s
favorite chair. Moreover, as she handed the bottle of water to Cynthia, she
observed that the doctor had opened her briefcase and had removed from it a
decently sized water pipe, which she held between her legs. Smoking on the
cigarette she had sticking out of her mouth, she was filling the bowl with
smelly green bud while Emily looked on.
“Thank you, honey,” Cynthia said, her words of gratitude carrying small puffs
of smoke with them. She opened the bottle, and poured some into the water
pipe. Taking her cigarette out of her mouth, she held it between the fingers
of her free hand while her other hand reached for a lighter. She lost no time
in blazing up the contents of the water pipe’s bowl, saying smilingly before
she did so, “Age before beauty.”
Maureen and Emily watched intently as Cynthia put her mouth slightly inside
the top of the pipe, her cheeks hollowing with the effort of sucking as the
clear water pipe began bubble festively and fill with thick smoke. After
about five seconds, Cynthia suddenly removed the stem, and the smoke went
shooting into her rising chest.
Emily casually grabbed the pipe, and, focusing her gaze intently on the bowl,
clicked the lighter and repeated her sister’s actions, filling the bong again
with white smoke. As the pipe bubbled once again and filled with smoke, the
toilet in the bathroom suddenly flushed, and Julia made her way back into the
room. Emily looked up from the pipe, and met Julia’s gaze with her own.
Maureen thought she saw Emily’s parted lips smile in happiness as she pulled
the stem out and sucked the smoke forcefully through the pipe and into her
lungs.
“Did you get lost?” Maureen asked her sister, prompting Cynthia to snort
unexpectedly as she tried to keep from laughing. Two little wisps of smoke
came out of her nostrils before she released a full exhale of still thick
smoke in Julia’s direction. Immediately, she took a strong drag from her
cigarette.
Julia’s pretty face flushed, but she shot back, “I thought you spilled
something on that chair you’re sitting in. Is it still wet?”
Now it was Maureen’s turn to flush. She considered saying something further,
but decided to let her little sister have the last word, at least for now.
Julia went over to her sister and helped herself to a luxury length Allure.
She popped it in her mouth and lit it in one fluid motion. “You didn’t tell
me we were expecting company,” she said after she had completed her snap
inhale.
“Don’t you hate it when company drops by unexpectedly? Actually, Cynthia
called right after you got in the bathroom, about fifteen minutes ago or so.”
Emily, still looking at Julia intently patted the empty space on the sofa
beside her. “You’re next in the rotation,” she croaked, keeping most of the
smoke inside. The way Emily was scrutinizing Julia reminded Maureen of the
way that Cynthia had looked at her after her own bathroom break yesterday.
“You’ll have to help me with that pipe. I’m new at this,” Julia said, softly,
as she sat down, continuing to gaze into Emily’s eyes.
“Open your mouth,” Emily told Julia, who complied readily. Emily put her face
very close to Julia’s, and exhaled into Julia’s parted lips, while Julia
breathed slowly in. The two girls continued to stare into each other’s eyes,
and Emily’s tongue made fleeting contact with Julia’s braces before she
turned her face away.
“After you exhale, put your mouth into the tube on the top, and I’ll take
care of the rest,” Emily said, smiling. Julia again followed Emily’s
instructions, exhaling the remnants of Emily’s bong hit, and fully emptying
her lungs before putting her mouth in the appropriate place. Emily smiled as
she lit the bowl and Julia began to make the bong bubble. After a few
seconds, Emily removed the stem, and the smoke rushed into Julia. Emily took
a drag on her cigarette and, after inhaling a ball of smoke from a large snap
inhale, whispered something into Julia’s ear, causing Maureen’s sister to
once again smile and blush.
Cynthia reached over and took the water pipe from Julia. Sucking on it
quickly, she took in the smoke that remained in the chamber, and proceeded to
pack up another bowl. She exhaled, and took another drag on her cigarette
before passing the pipe to Maureen, who herself had just exhaled a stream of
smoke from her freshly lit Allure.
“By the way, you were right about me cutting class,” Maureen told Cynthia,
who smiled her puzzling smile and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.
As Maureen operated the pipe as she had seen the other women do, Cynthia
began to speak. Maureen struggled to concentrate on the words.
“I told you we’d take care of business first, then pleasure, but there’s no
good reason why we can’t do both at once. Maureen, I take it you haven’t
mentioned the job offer to Julia yet?”
Right after she removed the stem, and sucked the thick smoke inside, Maureen
pinched her eyes shut and shook her head no.
“Well, Julia, I’d like to offer you and your sister a job in marketing for
our little company. We’ll pay you each $70,000 a year, plus bonuses. Does
that sound like something you’d be interested in?”
Julia pumped in several drags off of her cig, and said, “Yeah, definitely.”
Maureen reflected, before exhaling and taking a drag off of her cigarette,
that Julia was considerably quiet, especially since Emily had arrived.
Cynthia broke into her thoughts. “Are you gonna pass that over here, babe?”
Maureen started, and then handed the water pipe over to Cynthia, who began to
hit it.
Emily continued her sister’s speech, while her sister was otherwise occupied.
“We would like Maureen to start immediately, and Julia to start right after
her braces come off.”
“Who exactly would we be marketing your product to?” Maureen asked.
Cynthia handed the pipe over to her sister and continued, speaking while
still holding in her smoke. “Well, how would the two of you like to begin a
career in modeling?”
Maureen took another puff on her Allure before she replied. “I don’t
understand.”
“We would like to begin distributing our product carefully, especially
considering all of the scrutiny that larger tobacco companies receive from an
over-zealous media and from all of the health Nazis. Yet, we would also like
for our customers to be people of glamour and influence. Since a
disproportionate number of fashion models smoke, it seems like a good place
to begin. As you meet others in the modeling business, you could casually
introduce them to our product. Once they try it, I’m sure they’ll keep coming
back for more.”” Julia asked, “How do you know that we could make it as
models? Thousands of girls try modeling, and even some very good looking
women don’t succeed?”
Cynthia spoke through an exhale. “You both have the looks to be a model,
definitely, and I think you could actually make it big in the industry. In
fact, if you would like, we are prepared to pay for you to have any cosmetic
enhancements you see fit to have, although,” she hastened to add, “I don’t
think you need them. To further ensure your success, we have some important
connections in the modeling world, and certain ways of making sure that you
get noticed. “One further benefit of your career in modeling is that it is a
plausible explanation for Julia’s sudden large income, and a way for her to
become more independent.” Julia looked very pleased, and took an extra long
drag on her cigarette to show it.
Emily finished her hit, and passed to Julia before she took a turn speaking.
“Our newest product, designer cigarettes, seem especially suited to the
modeling lifestyle. We’re working on ways to custom make Allure cigarettes to
fully compliment individual users’ unique brain chemistry. Of course, you and
your sister will be among the first to get to try what we consider to be the
future of smoking pleasure.”
“Which way is this going,” Julia said suddenly, obviously disorientated.
Emily patted her on the inside of her knee, and passed the pipe over to
Maureen by way of Cynthia.
“Part of the reason why we introduced you to “tobacco,” (Cynthia made little
quotation marks with her fingers, two of which were holding the Allure she
had just lit), was because its use is so common in the fashion world. We
think Maureen would have great success if she plied her potential customers
with high quality Mary Jane before introducing them to the pleasure of
Allures.”
“I have a question,” Julia raised her hand, which was holding her Allure, in
the air as if she was calling a teacher’s attention in class. “Why do you
seem to peddle Allures exclusively to females?”
“It’s a woman thing, darling,” Emily answered, smiling, before taking a
lengthy puff on her cig and breathing it down.
“Emily’s right,” Cynthia said. “Women just respond better to our product.
Study after study has demonstrated that women get more addicted to nicotine
than men. Our brains just react to it differently. We specifically use
smoking to cope with stress, anger, sadness, fear, and other negative
emotions. We also use cigarettes when we have positive emotions such as
happiness.” She sucked on her cigarette and drew the smoke down. “Our
nicotine use is linked to our passions. Therefore, women make very good test
subjects and initial consumers.”
Maureen said, “I have a question too, about the crystallized nicotine. I read
somewhere that pure nicotine was extremely toxic and unstable, and that it
was actually explosive. How do you make it so that it is safe?”
“That’s a company secret,” Emily said, jokingly. “Actually, we’re able to
slightly tweak the chemical structure of our nicotine, so that the product
that we’re enjoying is similar to, but at the same time, quite different from
what people get in traditional cigarettes. Any more questions?”
Maureen was sure she had more, but couldn’t think of them just then,
considering her state of mind. She was almost relieved when Cynthia took the
bong away from her and set it on the table. A quiet settled over the room as
each woman escaped into their own thoughts. Maureen closed her eyes and
enjoyed the intense high that the quality herb had given her, while she
breathed her Allure smoke in and out. All around her, she could hear various
pops, whooshes, crackles, and sighs as her companions sucked in their
nicotine methodically. She almost didn’t need to smoke to get nicotine; there
was more than enough second hand smoke in the surrounding air to keep her
satisfied. Nevertheless, she continued taking in more puffs.
When she sensed that her cigarette was almost finished, she opened her eyes,
and saw that the other three women were likewise finished or finishing their
smokes. Cynthia produced four cigars, and handed one to each of them.
The four women puffed their cigars alight at once from the flame that Emily
offered from her extended lighter. Each inhaled deeply, and held it in,
before reluctantly releasing their breath into the room, adding to the dense
layers of nicotine residue in the air.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Cynthia said. “To new partnerships!” Emily and
Julia’s eyes met once again, and Emily reached over and took Julia’s hand
into her own. Although the women didn’t have any drinks at hand, they
followed Cynthia’s lead, raising their cigars, and touching the lit ends
together, before they took more of the smoke into their already smoke soaked
lungs.
Maureen was just beginning to plot how to get rid of Emily and Julia, so that
she and Cynthia could have more time to themselves, when Julia solved her
problem.
“Come with me,” Julia suddenly told Emily in a low voice, smoke sputtering
from her lips. She helped herself to the box whose contents she and Maureen
had enjoyed earlier in the evening, and led her partner into Maureen’s
bedroom. “Don’t wait up,” she called out to Maureen, prompting a girlish
giggle from Emily. Behind them, the door to Maureen’s bedroom swung quietly
shut.
Taking a long drag, Cynthia shrugged her shoulders and pulled Maureen over on
the couch, and the two women exchanged a few long, tender smoky kisses.
Maureen began to caress Cynthia’s chest tenderly as it expanded and
contracted with each inhale and exhale of smoke.
She was just beginning to wonder if they could go further without being
disturbed, when, faintly, she began to hear a rhythmic creaking, presumably
from her bed. She also heard periodic giggles from behind the door, and
occasional clicks of a lighter besides. The crack of light that showed forth
from beneath the door soon went out.
Cynthia smiled sweetly as she reached over and turned off the light in the
living room as well. All that could be seen in the room were two small orange
lights, which would frequently glow brighter for a few seconds, revealing one
or another of the women’s faces, before their luminosity once again
diminished.
In the darkness, Cynthia and Maureen pleasured their lungs while they
pleasured each other, trying, as doubtless Emily and Julia were, not to make
too much noise. An exciting new chapter was beginning in their lives, and
Maureen was elated at the turn her life had taken during one short week.
“I love you,” Cynthia said, before taking a final drag off of her cigar and
blowing it directly into Maureen.
“I love you, too,” Maureen replied, breathlessly.
The two orange lights became three, and then four, before suddenly becoming
two again. So it would continue all through the night. `f