Amy went into the kitchen and got another cup down from the cabinet. She
poured the coffee and thought about putting out the mostly unsmoked More
before returning to Sandy. Then she remembered how good that first cup of
coffee tasted with her cigarette and decided to take it back with her. She
clenched it in her teeth and carried the two cups of coffee out to the
livingroom. She took a deep drag as she walked, then, as she arrived in the
livingroom took a second drag while exhaling the first from her nostrils.
Sandy was sitting on the couch in front of a coffee table with an unlit
cigarette dangling from her lips. Amy had never seen such a thin cigarette.
It was even thinner than her More, but looked about as long. As she set the
coffee on the table she noticed Sandy’s pack; Capri 120s.
“Here you go,” Amy said as the smoke of her second exhale poured from her
mouth on either side of the More still clenched in her teeth.
“Thanks,” Sandy said as she brought her little pink Bic to life, then held
it to her dangling Capri, lighting it up in a single puff, “You’re a
lifesaver.”
“Cool,” Amy thought, “She smokes too.”
“It’s nice to be in a smoking home,” Sandy said while exhaling, “Hardly
any of my clients smoke, and it seems all my friends have quit. It’s so hard
being a smoker now-a-days.”
Having only been a smoker for the better part of a half hour or so, Amy
had no response to this statement. She did realize, however, that Sandy had
been aware of Amy’s More and thought nothing of it. Maybe she thought Amy
was older then 12- well 13, as of today. Amy didn’t think she looked like an
adult though. She was barely 4′ 7”, and had sort of a littles girls face
framed by her bob-styled black hair. She had always been discribed as more
cute than pretty. On the other hand, over the last couple of months she had
gotten a little shapely in the hips and was finely out of her training bra
and into a little A bra.
“Tell me about it,” Amy decided to answer, acting like a long-persicuted
smoker. Then she added, remembering something she often heard her grandmother
say, “And aren’t ex-smokers the worst?”
“Definately!,” Sandy said, “It’s like they had their fun and now don’t
want the rest of us to have any. Assholes.
They both giggled at this, then, as if on cue, took deep drags on their
respective cigarettes followed by sips of their coffee.
“Mmmmm,” Sandy said while inhaling again, “Coffee and a cigarette; almost
better than sex.”
That comment really made Amy feel like Sandy thought of her as an adult.
Then Sandy added almost wickedly, “Of course if you can have your coffee
and cigarette while having sex, then you’ve got it made.”
Being a virgin, Amy couldn’t even imagine having sex while smoking and
drinking coffee, but laughed along with Sandy anyway.
Amy was really enjoying this adult conversation with Sandy and wanted to
keep it going.
“Those are really cute cigarettes,” was the only thing Amy could think
of to say, “What are they called?”
“Aren’t they though,” Sandy chirped while grabbing the pack off the
coffee table and handing it to Amy, “They’re Capri Menthol 120’s.”
Amy accepted the pack, then read the gold cursive writing on the pack
aloud, “Luxury Length.”
“I know. Don’t you love it?,” Sandy said while posing with her Capri
held with her arm bent at the elbow and wrist snapped back,”Very luxurious.”
Amy placed the pack back on the table, took a puff on her now -short More
and wondered if she looked as elegant as Sandy did smoking. She coppied the
older woman as she tilted her head back and exhaled a perfect stream of smoke
up to the ceiling.
“What are those? More’s?” Sandy asked, answering her own question.
“Hmm, hm,” Amy nodded while taking the final drag on her More, then
stubbing it out.
Although Sandy had lit her Capri 120 five minutes after Amy had lit her
More, she too was taking her final drag and stubbing it out next to Amy’s.
“Well I suppose we should get started,” Sandy said while lifting the
tote-bag to her lap, then retrieving various catalogs and make-up samples
and arranging them on the coffee table.
Then, as if struck by a thought, said in a hushed voice, “Or, should we
be naughty and have another cigarette?”
Never having smoked so much, Amy was feeling rather light-headed at the
moment. She couldn’t resist, however, Sandy’s almost wicked invitation.
“Oh lets,” Amy smiled.
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