A few yards in front of the entryway of Leonardo’s Italian Steakhouse in the western suburbs of Minneapolis, Trevor McPherson and Lauren Nelson stood near the curb with their teeth chattering, miserable as they braved the raw early evening cold of a particularly bone-chilling New Year’s Eve in Minnesota. They looked in each other’s eyes and shared a belabored smile as Lauren attended to the half- smoked cigarette that was the reason the two of them were outside in front of the restaurant in the first place. Trevor had been looking at his phone but lifted his eyes to make sure he didn’t miss his beautiful 15-year-old girlfriend take a deep drag from her cigarette held between the index finger and middle finger of her leather glove, her hand and the cigarette both trembling as she shivered while the cherry glowed bright red. Lauren removed the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled a huge blast of smoke. Trevor had noticed that there was a blast of frost from every exhale on his own breath and Lauren’s, but would still never confuse a mere frosty exhale from Lauren with a smoke exhale as the volume was so much more intense on her smoky exhales.
Lauren smiled and then giggled as she recognized Trevor was once again lost in daydream land while observing her exhale, and then reminded Trevor of the question she had just asked him. “So what’s the temperature right now anyway?”
Trevor realized he’d been busted yet again and then looked down to his phone as he’d been doing before the delightful detour that was Lauren’s latest exhale. In a moment, he had an answer for her. “10 degrees below zero,” then pausing to add “with a wind chill of -28.”
“Damn!” Lauren responded, pulling her cigarette to her mouth for another drag and then following up through a messy talking exhale, “That’s the coldest temp I think we’ve had this winter!”
Trevor nodded in agreement, wondering with as miserable as he was in his bulky winter park, hat and thick gloves, how Lauren was able to tolerate it dressed like it was still October. She had forgotten her stocking cap at home so had nothing covering her face and head, wearing the same autumn-appropriate black leather jacket she wore to Thanksgiving with a single layer of black Spandex on her leggings covering her lower body and tucked into her boots. Yet somehow…she didn’t seem to be as cold as he was.
Lauren placed the cigarette to her mouth for another drag, and Trevor had been watching her smoke long enough to know just based on the cigarette’s approach to her mouth that this would be the finishing shot. And sure enough, Lauren proceeded to pump once, then twice, and then a third time to get as much tobacco as possible from the all-white Marlboro Light 100. As she filled the air with another gigantic blast of smelly smoke while exhaling, she proceeded to position the spent cigarette outside her leather glove and flick it into the parking lot. Trevor had begun noticing Lauren developing this habit in recent weeks of flicking her spent cigarette butts, but was really impressed to see her display the level of dexterity needed to flick the cigarette while wearing a glove just as she’d normally done with her bare fingers.
As miserable as Trevor was standing out here in the bitter cold, he still hoped they wouldn’t be heading back inside the restaurant just yet, and before he could finish his thought, Lauren delivered upon his wishes by reaching into her jacket pocket and extracting her pack of Marlboro Lights 100s and her lighter. It was hard to hide the smile on his face and Lauren didn’t fail to notice as she opened the pack and revealed a nearly full three rows of cigarettes waiting to be smoked yet that night. Trevor removed his glove for his usual show of chivalry as he reached towards the pack and extracted the second cigarette from it, then proceeding to place it between Lauren’s lips and flick it to life with her lighter, a special magical chemistry exchanged between them as they carried out this process, briefly oblivious to the miserably cold weather. A group of older people walked past them into the restaurant and witnessed this unlikely “moment” shared by Trevor and Lauren, clearly not impressed with either the fresh cigarette odor or the public display of teen smoking they were witnessing. Trevor noticed their passing disapproval, but Lauren had her back to them and didn’t notice as she said, “Thank you, sir!” through a talking dangle in the aftermath of Trevor’s light-up.
In the immediate aftermath of this moment, Trevor and Lauren both realized once again how damn cold it was, shivering as Lauren removed the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled the contents of her first drag. Trevor took the reins and pulled her in close, pressing her upper body towards his to share to some body heat. Of course, Trevor had an ulterior motive by initiating the hug and got his reward immediately, his olfactory senses overwhelmed by the fresh stench of cigarette smoke clinging to Lauren’s hair and jacket. Trevor has spent enough Minnesota winters with his heavy-smoking mother and sisters to know that the extremely thin air on a bitterly cold winter day made cigarette smoke stink even more intensely than usual…and he was getting a full-blown assault right now as he pressed his face to Lauren’s, resting his chin on her leather jacket and just taking in that very intense tobacco odor. He hung on for several moments, unable to see but
knowing by her movements when Lauren raised the cigarette to her mouth for another drag, then feeling her chest expand and contract as she inhaled and subsequently exhaled. They held each other tight for about three minutes before pulling away, as Trevor intuitively knew Lauren was near the end of her second cigarette.
And sure enough, Lauren proceeded to rapid-fire two more drags, with a double- pump closing drag that was visually dazzling for Trevor and very clearly even more satisfying to Lauren’s blackened respiratory system. Her smoking just kept getting more exciting to watch with every week they had been together, her skill level rapidly approaching that of Trevor’s sisters who’d both been smoking for years. Lauren once again flicked her cigarette butt into the parking lot while wearing gloves and Trevor gave her a silent nod of appreciation which was met with a toothy but entirely sincerely smile in the moment before the two of them headed back inside the steakhouse. And as Trevor opened the door for Lauren to walk inside for the New Year’s meal he was treating her to, he was fully confident that the fun was only just beginning.
As Trevor and Lauren walked inside, the lonely howling sound of the whipping winter wind quickly transitioned to the boisterous crowd of a packed steakhouse on a holiday weekend. Having already requested a table before Lauren’s smoke break, they quickly turned into the crowded waiting area occupied by a couple of dozen future diners in line for a table, and while the warmth of the indoors felt delightful to both Trevor and Lauren, the feeling of delight was not shared by most others in the waiting area as Lauren walked in. The same intense stink that attached itself to Lauren while smoking outside that so pleased Trevor was now filling up this waiting area, and one after another of the diners were turning towards Lauren and Trevor and recognizing that one or both of them was responsible for the stink. Trevor was at least a little self-conscious about being the center of attention based on Lauren’s intensely foul odor, but still couldn’t help but smile knowing that Lauren may well have had no idea how much she stunk and thus how unpopular she was right now with about 25 other people sharing a small, poorly ventilated space with her.
Lauren was leading Trevor by the hand as she found a spot for a two on a bench in the back of the waiting area. As Trevor noticed where they were going, he eyed a middle-aged woman whose eyes were filled with dread noticing that Lauren was gonna sit next to her. And sure enough, Lauren plopped herself down right next to the woman and Trevor sat next to Lauren, crowding the bench and pushing the ashtray-odored Lauren into the woman’s space even more closely. Trevor refused to take his eyes off of the woman as he sat down and noticed her escalating
discomfort, at one point placing her index finger under her nose as if desperately seeking some relief from Lauren’s stench. Meanwhile, Lauren was cooperating beautifully by taking her cigarette pack and her phone out of her pocket and setting them on the lap of her leggings, making sure she’d hear the phone when it rang and their table was ready. Trevor followed the middle aged woman’s eyes as she looked to Lauren’s lap and confirmed that Lauren was indeed responsible for the tobacco stench upon seeing the cigarette pack.
And while Trevor immediately identified the unfavorable first impression his girlfriend had made on this stranger she sat next to, Lauren was entirely oblivious as she sat there minding her own business, eventually looking to her left to make eye contact with the woman judging her, then initiating her with a question, “Have you eaten here before?”
The woman politely nodded but didn’t seem eager to engage, the aroma of Lauren’s tobacco-flavored breath now invading her airspace on top of her general stench, but Lauren continued chatting, her gregarious and engagingly childlike personality failing to pick up on the standoffish cues that Trevor sensed immediately.
“This is the first time my boyfriend has brought me here, but I’ve heard good things,” Lauren continued. “I think I’m gonna get the steak and shrimp but I’ll have to look at the menu. Have any recommendations?”
The woman was pleasantly surprised the sweet nature of this mid-teen stranger whose odor she found so offensive and whose character she had prejudged based on the smoking display that now seemed even more out of context to her. “Well, my husband and I love the prime rib.”
Trevor smiled as the exchange continued, knowing Lauren was winning over the room just as quickly as she lost it when she walked in. The same sweetness that won his heart the prior summer when they met was now charming this couple old enough to be her grandparents. Lauren introduced them to Trevor and the friendly banter continued, and after only a couple of minutes, Trevor was thinking the couple might adopt Lauren as a surrogate granddaughter with as much of a shine as they were taking to her. Still, he noticed both the woman and her husband kept darting their eyes to that pack of cigarettes resting on Lauren’s lap as if it was a giant elephant in the room. They were simply unable to reconcile this girl’s sweet nature with the overwhelmingly foul odor and open display of underage tobacco use that went with the good nature.
The conversation pressed on for nearly 10 minutes before Lauren’s phone buzzed and notified her that their table was ready. They quickly wrapped up their exchange with the older couple and bid each other a happy new year before the hostess led the teenagers to their table. Trevor and especially Lauren made small talk with the hostess en route to their table. Lauren took her seat at the booth across from Trevor, setting her pack of Marlboro Lights 100s and her phone on the table right next to her place setting, drawing the eyes of the hostess as she told them their waitress would be with them soon.
Lauren’s eyes were lighting up as she looked at Trevor, enjoying their first major dinner out since they started dating and knowing he would be spending a lot on her tonight. Her appreciation was abundantly evident and as they opened their menus Trevor was reminded again how lucky he was. In moments, the waitress visited their table and, just like the hostess and the middle-aged couple before her, darted her eyes to the pack of cigarettes Lauren was shamelessly advertising on the table. As Lauren was ordering her steak and shrimp, Trevor was trying to get inside the head of the waitress wondering her thoughts on his teen smoking girlfriend and hoping she was a fraction as fascinated as he was as the tangle of contradictions that Lauren represented in this snapshot. Trevor soon ordered his steak dinner as well and the couple would spend the better part of an hour breaking bread together. They both loved the food and the atmosphere, but Trevor was most happy to see Lauren so happy, hoping that the year to come would continue to bring them both more of the happiness they were experiencing tonight.
The waitress asked if they wanted dessert and the couple emphatically declined, full from their main courses to the point of temporary exhaustion. Trevor handed over his credit card to pay the $65 bill and figured the best part of the evening was done, but reminded Lauren that New Year’s festivities were just beginning, asking, “So you ready to spend the night with our families?”
Lauren rolled her eyes but maintained her smile. “I just hope my parents and brother don’t embarrass me or themselves in front of your family! What time are they supposed to get there?”
“8:00”, Trevor reminded, looking at his phone to see the current time and seeing it was 6:45 and adding, “Still more than an hour away.”
Lauren nodded but her mind was clearly drifting as she began to excuse herself, “I really have to go to the bathroom! Wait for me?” she asked rhetorically while hustling off to the ladies room. Trevor sat there and waited for Lauren to relieve herself, taking the final sips of his soft drink and eyeing that pack of Marlboro Lights 100s of Lauren’s that was still sitting on the table. A mischievous smirk
washed over his face as he proceeded to swipe the pack and stick it in his pocket. He played a version of this prank on Lauren once before but it was months ago and he relented quickly, but this time he was really planning to ham it up, waiting patiently for Lauren’s return and then pretending to be in a big hurry.
As Trevor saw Lauren returning, he called out to her before she even got to the table, “The waitress just said they really need this table with the New Year’s crowd so we really need to go!” Trevor said, rounding up Lauren’s leather jacket and helping her slip into it and then quickly heading towards the door.
Trevor could tell Lauren was falling for it as she grabbed her phone off the table but could see out of the corner of her eye that she was puzzled about what she thought was there but wasn’t. She reached her hands into her pocket and still came up empty, the confusion and concern on her face becoming even more intense before she leaned down to look on the seat and then under the table. She looked back at Trevor clearly in a bit of a panic and asked nervously, “Did you see my cigarettes?”
It took all the willpower and concentration that Trevor could muster to keep a straight face as he responded. “No…haven’t seen them. You must have left them in the car,” pausing only for a second before keeping her off-balance with a “let’s get going.”
“I don’t think so,” Lauren responded, her voice trailing off as she looked one more time on the bench and under the table for the cigarettes she so desperately craved, ultimately following Trevor as he headed towards the door. He didn’t know how long he could maintain this torture of her as they got to the door and stepped out into the cold, and Lauren clearly had one thought on her mind as she continued, “It was almost a full pack. I hope I didn’t lose them. And I smoked outside the restaurant so I’m pretty sure they weren’t left in your car.”
Trevor couldn’t take it anymore and decided to quit torturing her, reaching into his pocket and then asking with a naughty smirk, “Wait a minute….are these it? How’d they end up here?!?!”, watching the impassioned but playful response from Lauren as her mouth opened with genuine surprise that she’d been conned.
“Trevor McPherson!” she exclaimed, playfully punching his upper arm into the winter parka that was so thick that Trevor could barely feel her fist. “How dare you keep a girl from her cigarettes like that?”
Trevor couldn’t wait a moment longer to see Lauren smoke her post-meal cigarette and broke open the pack, inserting an all-white between her lips and approaching
the lighter with it. He knew that in the immediate aftermath of the hearty meal, that cigarette was gonna be like an orgasm for Lauren’s lungs and kept his eyes focused like a laser on her face as he touched the flame to the end of her cigarette, watching her rosy winter cheeks hollow as she ingested that first hit of cigarette smoke. Her face lit up with pleasure even more intensely than the look of surprise he had seen 30 seconds earlier when he revealed that he’d hidden her smokes. She removed the all-white cigarette from her mouth with that gloved- hand and filled the winter air with a combination of frost and dense carcinogens as she exhaled, her face overcome with satisfaction. It lasted only a second before Lauren had a firm request, saying “Now let’s get to your car and turn the heat on! It’s cold as fuck out here!” Trevor smiled and happily concurred, walking through the parking lot to his car.
Trevor wasted no time starting the car and blasting the heater on once inside, waiting patiently for the bitter vehicle to warm up while an even chillier Lauren sat in the passenger seat with her teeth chattering, dragging from her cigarette with her hand and lips quivering and then filling the car up with her smoky exhales far faster than the heater was filling the car up with warmer air. Trevor put his arm around her shoulder and she leaned in as much as possible with the console between them, and Trevor broke the silence by asking about dinner, “So did Leonardo’s Italian Steakhouse live up to the hype?”
“Totally!” Lauren said emphatically, wisps of frost and smoke three breaths after her last drag spilling out of her mouth and nose as she spoke. “I definitely want to go here again.”
“Okay but next time it’s your treat!” Trevor said teasingly as she turned towards him and rolled her eyes playfully.
“Feel how full I am!” Lauren said, sitting up straight and leading Trevor’s hand onto her belly.
Trevor smiled as he ran his hand over her stomach on her leather jacket, not really able to tell the difference from what it felt like normally, but had his suspicion that Lauren was attempting to initiate in her playful way and ran with it, saying, “Can’t really tell here but let me get a closer feel”, he added, sliding his hand up her jacket and under her blouse to touch her bare skin.
Just as Lauren was taking another drag from her cigarette, she gasped at the feeling of Trevor’s frosty fingertips on her stomach and exclaimed, “Trevor! Your fingers are so cold!”
Trevor smirked back, continuing to play along as he said “Oh yeah…that is one full belly!”
Lauren’s genuine bodily shock from feeling his cold fingers quickly transitioned to a giggle with wisps of smoke spilling out of her mouth and nose and continuing to on subsequent breaths as she made flirty eye contact with Trevor and then bit her lower lip, giving Trevor the confirmation he expected to proceed with those chilly fingertips of his to the part of Lauren’s anatomy she most loved to have Trevor touch. He slid his hands under the spandex waistline of her leggings and slowly proceeded down her lower stomach and under her panties.
With neither the car nor Trevor’s fingers as cold as they were a couple of moments earlier, Lauren’s trembling body began to relax, and as Trevor soon discovered, her vagina began to moisten as he began to caress her female parts with his fingers. Trevor watched Lauren’s face relax as she dragged hard from that fast- disappearing cigarette with the red cherry glowing as bright and a quarter-inch long, mixing the pleasure from filling her lungs with smoke to the blissful feeling of Trevor stroking her private parts. For his part, Trevor remembered back to the first night in his car nearly three months earlier when he had first fingered Lauren and had no idea what he was doing, and contrasting that with how comfortable he felt doing the same thing now, clearly knowing what made Lauren purr and being very pleased with himself for it.
Lauren continued to make up for lost time and make quick work of her cigarette, diverting her attention from the pleasure of being fondled just long enough to crack the passenger window and flick her cigarette outside. Trevor knew it would be coming and Lauren wasted little time before making it a reality, extracting another cigarette from her pack and lighting herself up, not wanting to distract Trevor from what he was doing to light her cigarette up. She took her first drag from the new cigarette and looked at him with a pleasured smile that let Trevor know to keep doing what he was doing for a while longer. Trevor fought through the cramp in his hand fondling Lauren in this tight space under her leggings. He peeked at the clock on his phone and saw it was only 7:00, reassuring himself he had plenty of time to pleasure Lauren before they had to go to his place for the New Year’s Eve party with Lauren’s family and his own…and also recognizing they better get this play time in now as the opportunity would definitely not be there in front of both of their parents.
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Becky McPherson was getting frazzled putting the final touches on her preparations for the New Year’s party about to begin, and doing so with a half-
smoked Marlboro Red hanging from her mouth comfortably and naturally as she moved around. She peeked in the oven on the status of the Chex mix that was baking, realizing it had to be stirred. Husband Steve was standing next to her cutting the cake, but nowhere to be seen in the kitchen was her 14-year-old daughter, the only of her three children currently in the house.
“Haylee!” Becky shouted through her dangling cigarette, “Get your ass in here and help with the hors d’oeurves tray!”
Moments after Becky’s calling out Haylee’s name, frustrated footsteps noisily approached the kitchen before Haylee walked inside wearing a sparkly pink dress, and just like mom, she had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips. Haylee put her hands on her hips with a stereotypical display of teenage girl attitude as she grumbled, “Mom, I don’t want to get food all over this dress!”
The battle of the dueling “shouting dangles” continued as Becky angrily retorted through her dangling cigarette, “Oh for God’s sake, Haylee! You plan to eat the food later, don’t you!? You’re just as likely to get to get food on the dress then as you are now.” Becky then paused for a second, noticing that Haylee had talked herself into a corner, and then continuing, “Nice try but you’re gonna help your father spread out the meat and cheese on this tray. The Nelsons will be here in another 20 minutes!”
Haylee sighed in frustration with wisps of cigarette smoke spilling from her mouth and nose before walking up to the kitchen counter in her sparkling glamorous dress to do as she was ordered, muttering a bratty and defeated, “Fine!” as she opened the package of lunch meat and began to set them on the platter.
Haylee and her mom were now standing silently about five feet apart, looking very much like mother and daughter, Becky in her black New Year’s dress and Haylee in her shiny, sequined pink dress, and both effortlessly dangling cigarettes from their mouths. Steve walked over to help Haylee with organizing cheese on the platter and didn’t fail to notice his wife and daughter pumping out clouds of noxious smoke from their mouths and noses as he settled in between them. As much as he had grown used to the smell, there were times that it was still a bit overwhelming and this was one of them as he fought the tears back from his watery eyes as he began to put a ring of cheddar and pepper jack cheeses in a circle next to the ham and turkey slices that Haylee was laying out, with Becky making one final stir on her Chex Mix before letting it cool. Without even thinking about it, Becky removed the cigarette from her mouth to ash in the nearest butt can ashtray and let loose one of her mild but noticeable smoker’s coughs. Only seconds later later, Haylee inadvertently did the same while ashing her cigarette.
Steve just smiled how Haylee was becoming her mother in so many ways, putting the mostly smoked cigarette back in her mouth for another very long-distance dangle right after the smoker’s cough.
New cigarettes were lit by mother and daughter as the food preparation continued, until about five minutes later when the doorbell rang. Becky was nervous that the Nelsons were early but seconds later recognized Trevor’s voice as he announced his arrival. With the Chex Mix cooling to the point where she could walk away, Becky went out to greet them, knowing Lauren would be along. She quickly laid eyes on the young couple, both very obviously still chilled from walking in out of the deep freeze.
“Hey you two!” Becky said in a very motherly tone in her husky smoker’s voice. “How was your meal?”
“It was soooo good!” Lauren responded with her usual bubbly and puerile flair that contrasted so strongly with the cigarette in her right hand.
Trevor smiled at Lauren, both because of her tone and rising comfort level with his mother…and with the fact that just two months earlier Lauren was worried about smelling like smoke when meeting Trevor’s family, but was now comfortable enough to walk into their home with cigarette in hand and not think twice about it.
Becky smiled at Lauren’s response as well and added, “Hope you guys aren’t completely filled up! I made a lot of great treats for everyone tonight!”
Lauren took a deep drag from her cigarette and then sighed in response to Becky to signal that she was still very full, but added out of politeness, “I’m sure before midnight we’ll have an appetite for some dessert!” smoke spilling out of her fresh mid-teen face as she spoke.
Trevor was taking his winter jacket off and Becky offered to put it in the bedroom for him, treating him like a houseguest and then gestured to Lauren, “Can I put your coat away for you too, honey?” Becky asked Lauren.
“No thanks…I’m still a little chilly. I think I’ll keep it on for a while,” Lauren responded. Becky smiled back before walking away with Trevor’s coat, and once Becky had her back to them, Lauren winked at Trevor to let him know that she was keeping the leather jacket on in large part because she knew how sexy Trevor thought she looked in it.
Seconds later, Haylee walked into the room, the Camel Pink No. 9 still dangling from her lips as had become the nearly permanent image Haylee put forth in recent months inside the McPherson home.
“Hey Haylee!” Lauren warmly greeted, initiating as usual before the aloof Haylee looked towards her.
“Hey guys,” Haylee responded in a tone that Trevor very quickly picked up on as being a tick jealous.
“I just LOVE your dress!” Lauren exclaimed looking over Haylee’s flashy presentation in the sparkly pink dress with her light brown hair stylized to match for the occasion, although Trevor figured Lauren might be bluffing a bit because he’d always known Lauren’s wardrobe to be more casual and less pink and pastel as Haylee’s.
“Thanks,” Haylee said back with the matching pink and white cigarette bouncing up and down in her lips and smoke spilling out of her face. “I got this dress a couple of months ago and thought tonight would be a great time to wear it.”
“It looks so hot on you!” Lauren reinforced before taking another drag from her Marlboro Light 100 and adding, “But now I feel bad for dressing so casual.”
Haylee giggled briefly in her preternaturally husky smoker’s voice “Oh don’t worry about that. It’s always been a thing for me to dress up for my parents’ New Year’s parties!”
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while and then drifted towards the living room furniture, with Lauren holding Trevor’s hand as they sat next to each other on the couch. Becky came back into the living room and quickly interrupted their conversation to make small talk with Lauren. Haylee slinked back into her chair feeling invisible just as she heard her phone buzz. As Becky chatted up her brother’s girlfriend, Haylee checked out the text she had just received. She suspected it would be erstwhile boyfriend Grant and she was right, the text reading “Happy New Year Haylee! I really hope we can put aside our old differences and share the new year with one another!”
Haylee sat silently, a subdued emotion overcoming her as she puckered her lips around the cigarette dangling from them and pulled in the smoke, briefly lost in her confused thoughts about her situation with Grant. It had been awkward between them for the last few weeks after their fumbled attempt at a first sexual encounter blew up. They had exchanged messages regularly after the incident but it was just never the same. Haylee had mostly been snubbing Grant’s messages since the
start of Christmas break because she just didn’t know what to say any more and didn’t want to pretend she was ready to just move on like nothing had happened. Looking at the new year’s greeting that Grant had just sent, Haylee really wanted to respond but after looking at her phone for a couple of moments, ended up just putting it down and ignoring it as she had done after the last few messages that Grant had sent.
Haylee was called back to duty by Becky who asked her to help bring in the hors d’ouerves from the kitchen. Haylee obeyed her mother’s command and the two of them walked into the kitchen to get the meat and cheese platter along with the Chex mix and the chocolate cake, returning to the living room and setting them on the table in front of the couch, loveseat and recliners. Meanwhile, Steve walked into the room with five bottles of alcohol, including a white wine, two bottles of red wine, and two bottles of champagne, all of which he sat on a table at the edge of the dining room, with a half dozen stemmed glasses sitting next to the bottles.
The doorbell rang and startled Becky into full party host mode, quickly approaching the door to greet the visitors she knew would be Lauren’s parents, Craig and Michelle Nelson, along with their 12-year-old son Brian who they invited over for the New Year’s party. Becky and Steve greeted them and welcomed them inside. Trevor and Lauren were both watching Lauren’s parents and Brian walk inside for only the second time, once again visibly taken aback by the ripe stench of tobacco smoke that filled every cubic inch of air space in the McPherson home. Brian visibly grimaced, unbeknownst to Becky who continued welcoming their guests and was putting Steve to work taking everybody’s coats to the bedroom.
Haylee didn’t know it but the second after Brian recovered from the initial shock of the cigarette odor in the house, his eyes were planted on her and stayed there for several moments. Brian had a very visceral reaction to Haylee at Thanksgiving dinner and mostly resented her for constantly smoking right next to him during the meal, but still found some positive connotations with her and had not forgotten about her, thinking of her immediately when his parents told him they’d be going to a New Year’s party at the McPherson home. And he quickly remembered why as he looked at her sitting there in that shiny pink dress looking undeniably pretty, but he still couldn’t get past his disgust at seeing that ever-present cigarette once again perched in her mouth, dangling there in a way that seemed oddly cozy given the time of year. Brian was stuck in a deep stare when Haylee puckered her lips for another dangling drag and happened to look up and make eye contact with him. It only lasted a second before Brian looked away, pretending to never have looked at her in the first place. Haylee quickly looked away herself, with Brian not
leaving much of an impression on her and being too moody to care much about anything going on in that room.
Haylee showed the bare minimum of interest as the Nelsons re-introduced themselves to her, enough to keep her mom from getting mad. Michelle then asked Becky, “So the whole gang’s not here tonight huh?” noting one absence from the McPherson family Thanksgiving.
“No,” Becky said with a hint of regret. “Courtney couldn’t be here tonight. She’s working late and then celebrating New Year’s with her friends.”
The exchange continued but Haylee kept sitting there stewing, knowing that Courtney would be doing something fun while she was stuck here, wasting this dress she wearing on a houseful of people who wouldn’t even appreciate it. Becky offered ashtrays for Craig and Michelle who this time quickly took them up on the offer, lighting cigarettes to join the other females in the room, including their daughter smoking her second cigarette since arriving 15 minutes earlier, who were already imbibing tobacco. Despite being surrounded by people who all appeared to be having a good time, Haylee sat there all alone, not really picking up on the fact that a shy 12-year-old boy sitting about as far away from her as possible in the living room arrangement was feeling the same way….but Brian was definitely more aware of Haylee’s private hell as he sneaked multiple glances at her than she was of his.
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The parking lot of the Willow Creek Mall was empty and quiet just after 8 p.m., save for the howling wind whipping around the coldest air of the season through the wide open plains of the vacant mall lot. The employee entrance to House of Leathers opened and 17-year-old Courtney McPherson stepped out in a heavy leather jacket with a pair of smooth black leather pants on the bottom, a Marlboro Light Menthol 100 already lit before she stepped outside and dangling from her lips. As quickly as possible, she locked the rear door of the store and hustled through the empty lot towards her car, the frost commingling with the dense exhales from her cigarette to create a nuclear explosion blasting from her respiratory system and sailing two feet into the dark night in front of her face before she reached her car and climbed inside, turning the engine on and trying to get warm as fast as possible. She placed the cigarette to her mouth and practically breathed with it, so desperate for both a nicotine fix and some warmth inside of her, a steady infusion of smoke into her body that came out through her respiratory orifices just as quickly as it went in.
If her kid sister Haylee was feeling bummed about life on New Year’s Eve, Courtney was feeling worse. She requested to work late dealing with end-of-year bookkeeping just to get her mind off of being alone on New Year’s. And now that work was done, she had nowhere to go. She didn’t want to hang out with her parents and Lauren’s family because that would even be more miserable for her, but she didn’t have any place else to go or anyone else to hang with. For months, she’d been spending her downtime with her boss and early 40s lover Kurt, but he had hit the brakes on their sexual relationship until she turned 18 in February. Meanwhile, she had made up this group of “friends” that she convinced her parents she’d been hanging out with all the time that she was really hanging with Kurt, and now she was pretending to be spending the night with these phantom “friends” on New Year’s….when her real plan was to just drive around for hours and then crash on her parents’ doorstep around 2 a.m. when she figured the McPherson family New Year’s party would be over. But sitting there pondering being alone with her own thoughts for all the time suddenly seemed more lonely than she thought she could handle.
With the car finally starting to warm up, Courtney took a final three pumps on her cigarette just as Lauren had done earlier and crushed it out in the overflowing butt bucket sitting in her console. She was taking out another Marlboro Light Menthol 100 from her pack and preparing to light it and then start her long, lonely drive, but her phone buzzed notifying her of an incoming text message. She placed the unlit cigarette between her lips and dangled it while checking out the message on her phone and noticed it was a number from someone she’d messaged before but was not listed as an official contact. She opened the text and read it. “Hey Courtney, this is Grant..Haylee’s friend. Sorry to bug you but Haylee hasn’t been returning my texts lately and I’m wondering if you know anything. Is she seeing someone else?”
Courtney had kept Grant’s number on her phone from when she was driving the two of them around a month earlier to repay her debt to Haylee for covering for her on Thanksgiving, but was surprised to be hearing from him tonight. She figured he must be really be bummed and desperate to be reaching out to her and texted back, “I don’t think so, Grant. Sorry to hear that she’s being distant. I haven’t heard anything from her either about you or any other guy.”
Courtney lit her cigarette and waited patiently for Grant’s response, smoke blasting from her mouth and nose as she exhaled in what was for her a relatively rare extended dangle. Two more drags came off the dangle indicating both her continued nicotine deprivation from the hours she had been working and her anticipation of Grant’s response. About 30 seconds had passed before the
response came, reading “I was just curious. Sitting alone at my parents’ place tonight feeling really sad knowing that I hurt her. Not sure if she told you what happened but it doesn’t look like she’s gonna forgive me.”
Courtney was now very curious, having no idea what Grant was talking about in regards to his hurting her, and wanting to know all about it as quickly as possible, texting back that “Can I call if you don’t mind? I want to hear about this if you’re ok with telling me.” She only gave Grant a few moments to process before she began dialing his number, eager to hear this story.
Grant greeted her and was struck that Courtney’s smoker’s voice was a tick huskier over the phone than Haylee’s, whose voice he’d become used to hearing in the last couple of months. Courtney quickly asked him about the incident with Haylee and Grant spent the next few minutes explaining the incident at her neighbor’s place where he got his signals crossed with Haylee and ended up going farther than Haylee wanted sexually. As Grant spoke, he occasionally got distracted whenever he heard Courtney intensely drawing on her cigarette as she listened, occasionally accompanied by an abrupt smoker’s cough, another sound he’d grown accustomed to in his phone chats with Haylee, but pressed on with only occasional questions or comments from Courtney. She wasn’t taking sides but trying to be a neutral arbiter, and Grant was growing increasingly comfortable sharing with her since she seemed to be quite understanding and even sympathetic, and sitting at home alone with his parents gone to a neighbor’s New Year’s Eve party, he was all the more thankful for her company.
The conversation continued for another 15 minutes until Courtney found herself pondering a request that she ultimately blurted out. “Grant, I’m sitting here in my car with no place to go tonight. All I planned to do till after midnight was drive around wait out my parents’ party. How would you like me to pick you up and we can drive around together and talk this through further?” Grant paused after the suggestion and Courtney filled the void of silence with a follow-up comment. “I mean, you don’t have to if you’d rather stay home but you seem like a really good kid and I’d like to see if maybe we can come up with a way to get through to Haylee to give you another chance.”
Another brief awkward silence ensued before Grant nervously responded, “Yeah… I guess that’d be okay. Just make sure to have me home before my parents get back after midnight.”
“No problem. I know I picked you up before but what’s your address again?” Courtney asked, typing in the address Grant rattled off into her GPS but thinking she remembered the way to his place. As Courtney hung up the phone and put
her car in gear to head up to Anoka County to pick Grant up, she tried to convince herself that her motives here were fully sincere, but for a split second as she drove off, she let a passing sinful thought cross her mind.
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At the McPherson house, jocularity filled the room as Becky and Steve, Michelle and Craig, and Lauren and Trevor all munched on the snacks and bantered about, with Haylee quietly sulking on her recliner and Brian sitting just as quietly on the love seat farthest from her. Craig and Michelle were occasionally smoking but Becky, Haylee, and Lauren were more consistently filling the room with their secondhand smoke. At the next lull in the conversation, Becky decided it was time to serve up some adult beverages, soliciting Steve’s help to pour while asking Craig and Michelle if they’d prefer white wine, red wine, or champagne.
“Champagne is fine,” Michelle answered with Craig nodding in agreement.
Becky then made eye contact with Lauren and nervously steered her eyes in Craig and Michelle’s direction. “Would you mind if I offered Lauren a drink?” Becky asked.
Michelle and Craig quietly mulled it for a moment before responding that it would be okay to let her have a glass.
“Great!” Becky said, looking at Lauren with a motherly affection that made Haylee and even Trevor a bit jealous. “What would you like, dear?”
“Ummmm…” Lauren responded, considering her options for a couple of moments, having barely drank anything before. “Why don’t you just give me a glass of red wine, please?” she answered with that sweet smile of hers, charming Becky.
“Coming right up, hun!” Becky fired back before looking next to Trevor sitting beside her. “Trevor, how about you?”
“No thanks,” Trevor quickly retorted, having little taste for alcohol and definitely having no interest in drinking in front of his parents and his girlfriend’s parents.
Becky walked over to the table with the bottles of wine and champagne to help Steve pour for everybody, walking right past Haylee. Haylee sat there with a cigarette stub dangling limply from her lips, looking over to her mom and dad pouring, still hopeful that the offer for a drink was coming her way. But as Steve and Becky started walking back to the company with their hands full of glasses, Haylee knew she was gonna have to make the move herself.
“I’ll take a glass of red wine, too”, Haylee asked sheepishly through a talking stub dangle as her mom walked right in front of her.
Becky looked at her as though she was a small child and then verbally responded the same way. “Oh Haylee…you and Brian are too young to be drinking,” pausing for a moment as she took in the look of disappointment and anger on her youngest daughter’s face as the comment set in, then adding, “Why don’t you and Brian talk to each other? You might have fun!” before focusing her attention back on the rest of the company, handing the wine and champagne glasses to Craig, Michelle, and Lauren, and then sitting down to wait for Steve to bring his own and one for her.
Haylee was already in a bad mood but absolutely enraged now, looking at Lauren sitting there with a wine glass to her lips and a cigarette in her hand, chatting with the adults while Haylee sat isolated and without a drink. Here she was only one year younger than Lauren but was being treated like they were several years apart and she couldn’t take it any more. Haylee picked up her pack of cigarettes, lit up another one, and then made a point of stomping out of the living room towards the stairs en route to her bedroom.
Haylee briefly got the attention of her parents as she stormed off, with Steve shouting “Haylee…get back here,” without too much urgency. But as they heard her footsteps ascending the stairs, they quietly acquiesced, deciding it wasn’t worth the fight to have her sit there with them.
Brian also found himself inexplicably disappointed watching Haylee huff off in that shiny pink dress of hers, as she was at least his miserable equal in this room and an interesting diversion for his eyes at that. Watching the trail of Haylee’s cigarette smoke begin to wisp away in her absence, Brian couldn’t help but appreciate the strange irony of Haylee’s parents allowing her to constantly smoke yet still considering her too young to have a drink of wine. Brian hunkered down deeper into the tobacco-drenched McPherson family loveseat knowing the night was only going downhill from there, tuning out the chatter of his elders and his sister’s annoying giggle as much as possible to try to get lost in his own thoughts and watch the New Year’s Times Square coverage on TV.
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Grant sat near the curtains of his parents’ house in the north metro, nervously awaiting the arrival of Courtney’s car and finding himself a bit uneasy as he looked at the headlights pulling into the driveway. She honked the horn and Grant was heading outside, turning the lights off at his folks’ place and more than a little confused about what might be awaiting him in the next couple of hours as he
stepped up to Courtney’s car. He opened the car door and was quickly greeted by Haylee’s always-sexy older sister, and the image was just as Grant had hoped it would be based on his past encounters with Courtney, seeing her decked out in her leather pants with an all-white cigarette burning in her left hand. Grant climbed into the passenger seat, mentally unprepared for the assault of stale tobacco odor gracing his nose, a smell he’d gone a few weeks without experiencing since he hadn’t seen Haylee in person since their awkward night. Grant could tell Courtney was a little nervous too, further raising his suspicions as Courtney began to drive off into the night heading nowhere in particular.
Grant and Courtney had a comfortable banter as they drove the streets of the neighborhood, with Grant pointing out the neighbor’s place where his parents were at the New Year’s Eve party and telling Courtney he had an alibi for his absence that involved his 16-year-old friend with a license supposedly picking him up. For more than a half hour, Courtney drove around the residential blocks and commercial strips, chatting with Grant about all manner of topics and helping to obscure whatever nervousness existed when she picked him up. Eventually, Courtney saw a Chick-Fil-A ahead and decided it was way past time for some food. “I’m starving. Want some Chick-Fil-A?” she asked.
“No thanks,” Grant responded. “I already ate.”
“Hope you don’t mind if I go through the drive-thru and get something.” Courtney asked rhetorically as she pulled into the turn lane, committed to the chicken sandwich she had just convinced herself she needed. She pulled up to the drive- thru and placed her order, with Grant taking the opportunity to admire her beauty and sexy presentation as she said “just the sandwich” through a talking exhale that drifted towards the microphone of the electronic sign when asked if she wanted the combo. Grant had been thinking about Haylee almost uninterruptedly for the past three weeks, but seeing Courtney sitting there shivering, her long blond hair flowing onto her jacket with those leather pants below the waist, Haylee was the furthest thing from his mind.
After placing the order, Courtney pulled up to the window to pick it up as instructed, giving Grant a quick look that he correctly interpreted to be playful before stopping at the window. Grant loved the look on the drive-thru guy’s face as he saw the cigarette brandished on such unapologetic display between Courtney’s fingers before she placed it between her lips and then handed the guy her change. She took two giant drags and thoughtlessly exhaled in the direction of the drive-thru window, and Grant just loved seeing her smoke spill inside the Chick-Fil-A with Courtney not even appearing to realize she was doing it. Grant picked up on the
annoyance of the worker when he returned to the window to hand Courtney the order, stepping into a haze of her exhaled smoke as he did, but the guy politely wished her a good evening and blessed new year as instructed. Courtney smiled back, taking her food and pulling away.
“Mind if I park here and eat?” Courtney once again asked Grant rhetorically at the same time as she was pulling into an empty stall in the Chick-Fil-A parking lot. Grant couldn’t take his eyes off of Courtney as she retrieved her chicken sandwich from the package with her right hand while still wielding her two-thirds smoked cigarette in her left, for a while alternating between a bite on the sandwich and a drag on the cigarette. Grant had seen Haylee do this a couple of times but never with as wide open of a lane to just take it in as he did right now with Courtney.
Courtney took a double pump final drag off of her cigarette and threw the butt out the cracked window, then closing the window and sealing in the intense stench of her smoke in that car she was sharing with Grant. She offered Grant a bite of the sandwich and he took one, before finishing it off herself.
“Damn that hit the spot,” she said after swallowing the late bite, searching the empty package for napkins to clean her hands off and finding only one. After wiping the grease off of her hands, she reached to her pack of Marlboro Light Menthol 100s and lighter yet again and, much to Grant’s delight, fired up another cigarette.
Grant was mesmerized watching her take the first drag off of the new cigarette and sensing an even greater than usual satisfaction from Courtney on that first nicotine hit after eating, so much so that Courtney made eye contact with him as he ogled her. She smiled at him in a way that immediately identified that she busted him, and asked in an I-know-what-you’re-up-to tone, “You like to watch people smoke, don’t you?”
Grant seemed paralyzed for a moment, confirming Courtney’s suspicions based on tracking his eye movement towards her and Haylee in the past when they’ve been smoking. “Oh I don’t know…I don’t mind it,” he eventually got out with elevated awkwardness in his tone.
“I bet you like that Haylee smokes too don’t you?” Courtney fired back, knowing she had the kid on the ropes and kind of enjoying watching him squirm.
Grant’s discomfort only rose and his face turned redder for reasons that had nothing to do with the biting winter air outside the car. But he cracked a telling subdued laugh that gave him away before finally responding, “Maybe a little,”
hoping that the subject would quickly change but knowing it likely wouldn’t as Courtney kept flashing him that “busted” look while placing her cigarette in her mouth and hollowing her cheeks as deliberately as possible while dragging, maintaining intimidating and flirtatious eye contact with Grant for several seconds before turning her head slightly away from his face to let out one of her most herculean exhales ever, sailing a good 24 inches in front of her and whizzing right over Grant’s shoulder.
Courtney then became briefly distracted by the continued feeling of grease on her fingers from the sandwich and no more napkins to wipe them on, placing the cigarette in her lips and using the fast food bag itself to wipe her hands and then carefully putting her hands on the hips of her leather pants to pull them up, trying to minimize contact with her fingers as much as possible to keep any residual grease off of the leather. Once again, Grant’s eyes followed her hands and Courtney picked up on the fact that he was ogling her as briefly exposed her the skin of her waist to pull the pants up.
“Don’t tell me you like leather pants, too?” Courtney then asked, keeping her foot on the accelerator of this encounter and letting the momentum keep building at the expense of Grant’s attempt at maintaining his privacy.
Grant again blushed before responding, “You really look nice in them.”
Courtney smiled again, making the same intimidating eye contact with Grant and taking another drag from her cigarette with the express intent of performance art for Grant’s benefit, something Grant had never gotten from Haylee who never seemed to pick up on the sex appeal her smoking had for him. Grant became even more terrified as Courtney reached for Grant’s hand and pulled it towards her and advising him to “Check out what it feels like on your fingers,” before leading his hand to the thighs of her leather pants.
Grant felt electricity flow through his body as his hand landed on Courtney’s leather-draped thigh, and she nudged his hand towards her waist, with Grant tingling all over as his hand crept up Courtney’s pants feeling that tight, buttery leather and following it right up to her waist before pulling his hand back to his own lap.
Courtney maintained her intimidating smile and said, “Feels nice doesn’t it?” taking another drag from her cigarette and exhaling it Grant’s way as Grant nodded affirmatively.
The heat of the moment was overcoming Courtney as she pushed the envelope and extended her right hand to embrace Grant’s face, caressing his cheek with her fingers affectionately. The situation was escalating quickly for Grant and he found himself at a loss for words but fully in control of his senses, enjoying the odd combination of fast-food chicken and cigarette smoke on Courtney’s hands as she touched his face. Grant finally got the nerve to smile back to let Courtney know he was liking it.
Courtney’s adrenaline was really starting to race now and went in for the kill with a leading statement. “You know, Grant…if you weren’t Haylee’s guy I’d fuck you.”
Grant was already near catatonic over this fast-escalating seduction but locked eyes with Courtney at this point as Courtney took another drag from her cigarette, eagerly anticipating his response as they stared at each other. A couple of moments passed before Grant responded. “Haylee has made it clear I’m not her guy anymore.”
Courtney grinned ear to ear at this statement and then pulled in to kiss him. Grant had grown accustomed to Haylee’s tobacco breath during their many kisses together, but Courtney’s menthol cigarette breath was a new experience for him, and as Courtney inserted her tobacco-flavored tongue in his mouth, Grant was beginning to like the change and put his hand back on Courtney’s leather-draped thigh to caress those leather pants again. The kiss drug on for about 60 seconds before Courtney pulled away, deep in thought as she asked Grant, “How confident are you that your parents won’t be home any time soon?”
Grant knew where this was going and fired back quickly, “Not confident at all. They sometimes come home early from the neighbors’ parties.”
Courtney then began thinking again, her face lighting up with an idea a couple of moments later, before glibly asking “In that case, how would you like to make a late-night visit to Willow Creek Mall?”
Grant looked briefly confused until he remembered that Courtney worked at the mall, and then he nodded affirmatively, admiring the fire in Courtney’s eyes as she quickly began to pull out of the Chick-Fil-A parking lot en route to the Willow Creek Mall. For her part, Courtney didn’t know if it was the monthlong celibacy with Kurt, the general loneliness and electricity of the moment, or the cheap thrill of being able to deflower this virginal mid-teen boy, but as she turned on to the highway en route to the mall, she did everything she could to block sisterly loyalty to Haylee out of her mind. The only thing she could think about right now was having sex
with this boy in her car as quickly as possible and was accelerating the car to slightly above the speed limit to gratify her fiery bodily urges.
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The living room in the McPherson home was an ever murkier haze of secondhand cigarette than usual as the 10:00 hour approached on New Year’s Eve. Everybody but Trevor and Brian were drinking wine or champagne, and Lauren was just sitting down next to Trevor with her third glass of red wine. She knew her parents were probably planning to limit her to one drink, but they were both on their third glass as well, letting themselves go and really enjoying their company with Steve and Becky, also awash in holiday cheer.
Trevor rarely saw his mom drink but hadn’t forgotten the occasions when she did and got really hammered. Tonight appeared to be the latest example as Becky was getting uncharacteristically silly talking to the rest of the group. Trevor made eyes with poor Brian sitting there across from him, the only other sober person in the room, and Trevor gave him a quick look of sympathy before being distracted by Brian’s sister sitting next to him handing him her lighter.
“Earth to Trevor,” Lauren said through an unlit talking dangle with an uncharacteristically silly tone of her own, the alcohol clearly making her a bit tipsy as well. She giggled as Trevor took her lighter and fired up yet another cigarette for her, less than a minute after she crushed out her last one. Trevor had definitely not missed the escalation of Lauren’s smoking habit since Thanksgiving, but tonight she was operating at an entirely different level.
As Trevor lit Lauren up, his inebriated mother noticed and said to Lauren, “You got that boy whipped girl!” followed by a husky laugh that sounded exactly what you’d expect a laugh to sound like from a middle-aged woman who had been a very heavy smoker since she was a teenager.
Lauren laughed back but then looked at the tip of her cigarette and noticed Trevor had only lit one side of it, at which point Lauren handed the lighter back to Trevor for a do-over and dangled it from her mouth partially lit, responding to Becky “Now I just have to get him to light them right!!”
Trevor was embarrassed by this exchange between his mother and girlfriend that broached upon his dirty little secret that was his smoking fetish, but took some solace that everything that was said tonight would likely be forgotten by morning. A very stinky Lauren nestled into Trevor as she continued to banter with Becky as the two of them kept on sipping their wine and kept dragging from their cigarettes.
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Courtney sped through the empty parking lot of the Willow Creek Mall towards the rear entrance of the House of Leathers she just left two hours earlier, never imagining she’d have ended up there again before the new year. With another cigarette in hand, she decided this option would be better than Grant’s house for more reasons than fear of his parents coming home early. She’d also be able to smoke in the backroom of the store, and at this point couldn’t imagine any sexual encounter than didn’t include smoking in the mix. She stopped her car as closely as possible to the back of the store and then popped her trunk, asking Grant to hang on just a minute and then follow her inside.
Grant was curious to see what she was getting out of her trunk and in a moment, when Courtney was walking towards the mall and motioned Grant to follow, he could see it was a sleeping bag she picked up from her trunk. This was really happening, Grant thought to himself, still finding the situation surreal beyond imagination as he opened his car door to the bitter cold which seemed all the more biting as he made what he suspected was his final march as a virgin, following Courtney into the store after she unlocked the door.
As Courtney turned the light on, Grant figured he’d have a minute as Courtney prepared the sleeping bag, but she surprised him by grabbing him and leading him to the break room table, pressing him up against it and sticking her cigarette- flavored tongue in his mouth again to make out, pulling away with one last request, “Help me get out of these pants, okay,” thrusting her waist forward as a sign for Grant to unbutton the leather pants and pull them down.
Grant hesitated for only a split second before unbuttoning the fly on Courtney’s leather pants but looking up to Courtney to make sure she knew what he figured she probably did. “You know I don’t know what I’m doing here right?”
Courtney smiled back, cigarette dangling from her lips as she helped Grant remove the tight leather clutching on to her waist, and then responded, “You just let me do all the work and show you how it’s done, okay, baby?” gently shoving Grant backward so he’d lay flat on his back on the break room table before removing his pants and underwear.
Grant was now hard as he’d ever been and laid there for just a few more moments before his innocence was officially taken from him by this gorgeous, leather-clad smoker girl two years older than him. His last thought as a virgin was how he could never expected the night to go like this when he sent that desperate text to Courtney two hours earlier to inquire about Haylee. A split second later, Courtney
was on top of him with her legs spread apart, engulfing his erect cock with her moist vagina and then beginning to grind up and down. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of this sexual tryst, but Courtney could not remember a time when having a male reproductive organ inside of her felt so good.
Grant looked up from the table, having had no idea what to expect sex would feel like but feeling fortunate to have such a skilled and understanding female partner making it as easy for him as possible. The sensation was unbelievable as her wet female parts continued to bounce on him…and even the discomfort of the hard table he was lying upon could not take away from the thrill of looking up to see this gorgeous female face with her lips around the filter of her mostly smoked cigarette, passionately dragging from it with each bodily thrust. Courtney knew Grant wouldn’t last long so she enjoyed every sexual thrust as though it could be the last, and when she felt an explosion of male fluids enter her after about 90 seconds, she knew she was on borrowed time.
When it ended, Courtney removed the cigarette from her lips that she’d smoked entirely to the filter and lowered herself onto the table, whispering to Grant from a couple of inches away with very stinky tobacco breath, “Thank you so much for this, Grant. I really needed it.” For the first time, this imposing female figure hovering so powerfully just above Grant gave him a somewhat creepy vibe, as though she was a girl in complete leave of her senses driven by unbridled lust. He had forfeited his virginity, and was really hoping he’d given it to the right McPherson girl.
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The McPherson living room was smokier than ever by 11:00 and everyone but Trevor and Brian were at least a little bit under the influence, and nobody more than Becky who had by now swilled multiple glasses of wine and champagne and burned through a crazy amount of Marlboro Reds. But Trevor was impressed as he looked Lauren’s direction, noting she had come very close to matching her mother cigarette for cigarette tonight. Lauren took the final drag from her current cigarette and crushed it out in the butt bucket in front of her, an ashtray that was clean when they arrived but which now had a pile of butts in it, completely obscuring its slanted surface with a pile of white paper with gold trim and black tobacco ash. Lauren was slowing down with her wine consumption but took another sip on her fourth glass, clearly enough to change Lauren’s personality in a way Trevor had never seen before as she made increasingly silly remarks to him, his parents, and her own parents, often with her cigarette become animated in her hand to match her commentary. Trevor really wasn’t sure how much he liked it, but
as Lauren reached for her cigarette pack once again and extracted another, handing him the lighter to fire her up yet again, less than a minute removed from her last, he decided there were some fringe benefits to a drunken Lauren.
It was an hour from midnight and the room was as distracted as it had been all night, which made it a perfect time for a certain 14-year-old girl who had stomped out of there a couple of hours earlier to make her move. Haylee slow-footed her way into the living room towards the table full of wine and champagne bottles, soft- pedaling each step to minimize her risk of being noticed, a freshly lit Camel Pink No. 9 dangling from her lips as she crept closer to the table continually looking towards the furniture hoping nobody saw her. She looked over the alcohol bottles and notice that one bottle of red wine was still mostly full. She picked it up and started walking back in the direction she came from, thinking she’d gotten by clean until she noticed Brian staring at her. She kept on walking away with the cigarette in her mouth and the wine bottle in her hand, but just before drifting out of sight, she peaked over her shoulder to see Brian’s eyes were following her, at which point she made a hand gesture motioning him to follow her.
Brian didn’t know what to do as he watched Haylee drift around the corner out of sight, knowing he was the only one who had seen her. He was bored out of his mind and sick of sitting on that couch, but was nervous and more than a little leery to get into the trouble he knew awaited if he followed Haylee. But he knew it would be a limited window to take advantage of this situation and this intriguing girl in the sparkly dress ultimately proved too enticing to ignore. He announced to his mother than he was getting up to go to the bathroom, walking in the direction of both the bathroom and the hallway where Haylee disappeared. As he turned the corner, he saw her waiting for him, motioning him to quietly follow her as she walked to a storage closet on the underside of the stairway, opening the door and leading Brian inside knowing this was the best place for them to get some privacy for an extended period.
Haylee softly offered up a warning through a talking dangle to Brian, “We gotta whisper or they’ll hear us, but would you like to try a little wine?”, she asked handing Brian the bottle with the closest thing to a smile Brian had seen from her. He took hold of the bottle of wine and took a quick swig, this being the first time he’d tasted alcohol and then looked up to Haylee seeing her pucker her lips to drag from the cigarette dangling from her mouth at the closest range he’d seen since Thanksgiving and then enduring the uncomfortable blast of cigarette exhaust coming from her mouth and nose at the time he swallowed the small sip of wine.
Haylee motioned him to hand her the bottle, taking the cigarette out of her mouth for the first time since she sneaked into the living room to seize the bottle a couple of minutes earlier. Haylee leaned her head back and took a substantially larger swig of wine than what Brian had just taken, clearly having sampled alcohol before and enjoying the taste more than Brian had. She pulled the bottle from her lips and swallowed before formally greeting Brian, “I’m Haylee.”
“I know. I’m Brian,” he responded not knowing how to respond and awkwardly extending his hand to shake with her.
“So tell me a little about yourself,” Haylee asked, taking her first interest in Brian but mostly just to make things less weird as they shared this bottle of wine together in the closet.
The two of them whispered small talk to each other and some basics about their lives and the schools they attended without interruption for the next half hour, passing the wine bottle back and forth with Brian not loving it and taking quick and minimal sips and Haylee consuming larger quantities and firing up one cigarette after another. Neither was necessarily loving the other’s company, but both were having a better time now than they’d been having up to that point in the evening.
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Courtney laid inside the sleeping bag with Grant, both naked and on the floor of break room of House of Leathers, holding each other and enjoying the body heat while catching their breath. Courtney kept Grant’s head below her jawline to avoid burning him with the cigarette she was smoking. She had followed every instinct her body demanded of her tonight and decided that since Grant’s rookie endurance wasn’t up to her standards that she needed to push for multiple rounds instead. In the last half hour, they fucked four times, with Courtney making out with him one time after another till he got hard again and then fornicating an additional time, with Courtney using the guise of “teaching him new positions” as the excuse for filling her neglected carnal palate.
After she rode him on the table, she had him fuck her missionary style, and then had him mount her on the break room table as Kurt so often did, and had most recently done doggy-style on the sleeping bag before climbing into the bag to unwind. Few words had been spoken in the few minutes they’d been in the sleeping bag as they were both waiting for their heartbeats to go down a bit, but Courtney finally broke the silence by whispering into Grant’s ear with her tobacco breath, “You were great tonight, Grant.”
Grant quietly responded, “Thanks,” his shortness of breath still evident even with just that one syllable.
When he didn’t say any more, Courtney felt her first significant twinge of guilt since she first committed to stealing Grant’s virginity earlier in the night. Her euphoria from the extended sexual encounter was quickly wearing off as she began to feel as though she took advantage of him and had taken advantage of Haylee as well. After a few silent moments she verbalized her guilt, softly saying “I’m sorry, Grant.”
“For what?” he responded, not quite picking up on the wave of guilt that suddenly hit her, and being further confused when a few moments went by and she didn’t respond. He felt her lean up to crush her cigarette out in the ashtray she sat next to the sleeping bag and then looked up her way. Suddenly, she seemed to be in a hurry.
“It’s going up to midnight,” Courtney said, clearly preparing to get up and moving. “We better get our clothes on and get you back home.”
Grant looked at her in agreement as she began to rise her naked body out of the sleeping bag, giving him a smile that evoked more pity and sorrow than the satisfaction and happiness evoked in her smiles directed toward him earlier in the night. He sat up and took a final look at Courtney’s incredible body in the seconds before she hastily slipped back into her bra and panties. Grant got up and began to get dressed himself and they continued clothing their bodies in relative awkward silence. After they slipped into their jackets, Courtney began to roll up the sleeping bag and in lightning speed, looked up to Grant and asked, “Ready?”
Grant could tell the vibe had changed but as Courtney got out her cigarettes and prepared to light another one up, he walked up to her for a final kiss. Courtney smiled and welcomed this first aggressive move Grant had made towards her all night compared to hours’ worth of her initiating the next move, and they made out for the next minute or so. But Grant couldn’t help but notice that the passion wasn’t where it had been, and that the mood had definitely turned on a dime in just the few minutes since she was in such a vulnerable position on the floor with her ass to him, accepting his manhood from the rear position. Now, as they walked out of the rear entry of House of Leathers en route to Courtney’s car, the power dynamic had changed dramatically as he was heading to the passenger seat to have Courtney drive him home to his parents.
The ride back to Grant’s continued to be awkward, not entirely silent but with Courtney having a hard time hiding her growing feelings of regret. She kept a stiff upper lip with Grant in the car because none of it was his fault, but she looked
forward to dropping him off so she’d have a chance to let her emotions flow out in isolation.
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It was the final minutes before midnight at the McPherson home, the crowd was at various levels of intoxication and paying relative heed to the TV screen where the ball at Times Square was moments from falling. Becky was clearly in the worst shape, her eyes heavy and Trevor knowing she’d be lucky to last 15 more minutes before zonking out.
But Lauren sitting next to him was as chipper as ever, still buzzing from those glasses of wine she’d been drinking and still feeding an insatiable nicotine beast, reaching for her pack of cigarettes for another but discovering it was empty. She then reached down to her the foot of the couch and picked up her purse, where she retrieved a fresh pack of Marlboro Lights 100s and began packing it against her wrist. Trevor recalled that she opened a fresh pack at the steakhouse when they got there after 5:00, meaning Lauren had gone through an entire pack before midnight, with the evidence clear in the butt bucket in front of her which was now rising above the rim with all-white butts. As Trevor sparked her up, he was once again astonished at how much her habit had escalated not only since he met her back in June, but in the last couple of months in particular. He could only imagine what the year ahead would bring as she made loving eye contact with him taking her first drag off of the light-up from the latest cigarette.
Craig had drunk the least of the adults in the room, having planned to be the designated driver, but Michelle made eyes with him finishing off his latest glass of wine with some doubt in her eyes about his ability to drive in the near future and finally verbalizing it, “You gonna be good to drive, hun?”
“I think so,” Craig responded with an unconvincing level of confidence.
Becky overheard this and even in her drunken and near comatose state she responded, “Oh don’t be silly. We have a guest room you can stay in.”
Steve picked up from there, “Oh yeah…you guys are gonna want to sleep this off. Don’t risk starting off the new year with a DUI.”
Michelle looked to her husband, who was clearly liking the sound of staying put, softly asking them “But what about Lauren and Brian?”
“Ah don’t worry,” Steve responded, overhearing them. “There’s an extra bed in the basement for one of them and the other can sleep on the couch.”
Craig and Michelle were increasingly convinced that was their best course, but hearing Steve talk about “the kids” reminded them of their missing son. “Where is Brian anyway?” Craig asked the room. “He left for the bathroom and then never came back.”
“Oh I’m sure he’s just playing with Haylee,” Becky responded, not quite realizing how true those words were.
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Haylee by now had quite a buzz going of her own as she continued to sip from that wine bottle while talking with Brian, their discourse having evolved a bit to a more teasing tone common among middle-school-aged kids, particularly of the opposite sex. Brian was done drinking and Haylee seemed to be winding down as well, sitting the bottle on the floor and picking up her pack of Camel Pink No. 9’s to light up her fourth since she and Brian got in the closet, which was now as much of a smoky haze as the living room.
“Another cigarette?!??!?!” Brian exclaimed, louder than he intended as he watched Haylee apply the flame to the end of the all-white.
Haylee pushed her index finger to her mouth to shoosh Brian. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” she responded in a more hushed voice through a talking dangle while expelling a blast of smoke out of her mouth and nose.
“Yeah it’s disgusting! You’re even worse than my sister! You can’t even go five minutes without a cigarette!” he fired back, exaggeratedly waving the smoke from his face but getting zero sympathy from the girl asphyxiating him.
Haylee smirked back, resuming her talking dangle with “Well if you don’t like it, you can go back into the living room but I don’t think it’s gonna be any less smoky there?”
Brian shook his head, realizing she was right. “It’s just soooo stupid and gross! I don’t know how you guys can stand it!”
Haylee was never one to back down when called out about her smoking and this would be no exception, as she removed the cigarette from her mouth and picked up her butt bucket and placed it at chest level before letting a giant juicy lugie drip from her mouth onto the pile of butts, knowing it would escalate Brian’s exaggerated negative impression.
“Ewwww!” Brian responded, once again louder than he should have an eliciting another shoosh from Haylee.
“You’d be cool if it wasn’t for the smoking,” Brian conceded, hoping that honey would be more effective than vinegar in conveying his displeasure with Haylee’s intense cigarette habit.
Cheering from the living room interrupted the flow of the exchange, and Brian and Haylee both realized it must now be midnight. But Brian’s attention was soon directed back towards Haylee as she intentionally blew smoke towards him again. Brian again waved his hand with dramatic force to wave her smoke out of his face as much as possible, and then let go of all the niceties firing back, “You stink so bad!”
There was suddenly a fire in Haylee’s eyes that was quite unlike anything Brian had seen from her before, giving him just a split second warning before the light brunette 14-year-old in the sexy, glittery pink dress started moving towards him, grabbing him by the back of the head and pressing her ashtray mouth to his lips without verbal warning. Haylee was half motivated by spite but half motivated by an inexplicable urgency to bring in the new year with a kiss.
It was Brian’s first kiss and he didn’t know what he was doing, following Haylee’s lead as much as possible, enjoying the idea of this babe kissing him but trying to resist gagging by how disgusting her cigarette breath tasted to him. But the kiss drug on for several moments, and with Haylee holding the back of Brian’s head, he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to….and he didn’t really want to.
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Amidst a televised backdrop of confetti and Auld Lang Syne at Times Square, the three couples in the living room were all bringing in the new year with kisses of their own. Steve puckered up and smooched the increasingly listless Becky, Craig was kissing Michelle, and Trevor was moving in to kiss Lauren for the first time of the new year and for the first time in front of either of their parents. Trevor was content for a conservative first kiss but Lauren’s alcohol consumption was by this point making her frisky, pressing her lips to Trevor’s for some extended open- mouth action. Trevor had been so used to Lauren’s Marlboro Light breath but this was the first time the tobacco was mixed with alcohol on their kiss. While he definitely preferred her kisses with tobacco-only breath, the mix with the alcohol was an interesting novelty and not at all unpleasant.
Everybody in the room noticed the extended, passionate kiss but only Becky was bold enough to blurt out, “Get a room guys!” followed by one of her husky laughs. The rest of the room awkwardly laughed along, not quite ready to accept the public escalation of their kids’ relationship.
With the ball having dropped and midnight come and gone, Steve asked Craig if he wanted to come to the garage to check out his old Corvette, the car they’d discussed before which Steve really wanted to show off. Craig was interested and agreed, telling Michelle that he’d meet her in the guest room when he came back inside. As the guys scurried off to the garage, Lauren decided it was time to make her move.
Lauren handed Trevor her lighter to spark up yet another cigarette and Trevor could tell by the lovey-dovey eye contact she was making with him that she was up to something. Sure enough, fresh off of her first exhale from the new cigarette, Lauren leaned up to Trevor’s ear to make a request. “Touch me like you did at Leonardo’s!” and then proceeded to lead his hand down to her crotch.
Trevor quickly reached for the folded up blanket on the back of the couch and sprawled it out over his lap and Lauren’s, hoping neither his mother or Michelle had noticed Lauren’s bold gesture. Lauren snuggled up towards him with an intense tobacco odor, continuing to guide Trevor’s hand to rub her crotch under the blanket. Trevor found it unlikely he’d be able to hide his sexual touching of his girlfriend for long, especially with the degree to which Lauren was beginning to quietly moan with pleasure, dragging from her cigarette in a visibly pleasured way that was sure to draw attention.
Michelle eventually did pick up on it and looked in the direction of the frisky young couple, but as Lauren let out her loudest moan yet, Becky jerked awake after briefly drifting off. It didn’t take long for Becky to pick up on what was going on. What would likely have upset her if she was sober was now simply a punchline as she followed up on her previous comment, “You two REALLY need to get a room!” followed by another husky laugh.
Lauren sensed the mood was as good as it would ever be and with the help of her own liquid courage, went to the place she’d never dared before. “Maybe we would if I could get some damn birth control!” she uttered, laughing at herself as though she was joking but immediately raising the eyebrows of everyone else in the room.
“Whoa!” Becky said with another husky laugh of her own and then looking at Michelle. “I think we might have an issue with these two kids in the new year.”
Michelle nodded nervously and continued talking with Becky as gingerly as possible about Trevor and Lauren while generally avoiding the elephant in the room that was the placement of Trevor’s hand on Lauren’s crotch under that blanket, with Trevor himself as red as a boiled lobster trying to maintain the balance of pleasuring his girlfriend and not pissing off their respective mothers.
Becky continued to nod off in the moments ahead, with cigarette in hand, and it got to the point that Michelle decided she better quietly remove the Marlboro Red from Becky’s hand before she burned the furniture. While Michelle was busy helping Becky, Lauren continued pushing the envelope, leaning up to Trevor’s ear to whisper another command. “Inside the leggings, please.”
Trevor hesitated, realizing this situation was escalating out of control, but as Lauren lip-synched another “please” his direction with her adorable face, wisps of cigarette smoke spilling from her mouth and nose as she breathed, accepted the risk as he knew everyone left in the room already knew what he was doing to Lauren. He moved his hand up to the waist of her leggings and slipped them underneath the spandex for the second time in the last eight hours, proceeding his fingers down to her vagina and then stroking the sensitive skin. Lauren pulled hard on the final quarter of her cigarette, doing best to release her bodily enjoyment through the cigarette and suppress her moaning. In moments, she took her final drag from the cigarette and leaned forward to crush it out, but was caught off guard with one of Trevor’s finger gestures and let out an accidental moan at a higher volume than anticipated, the final remnants of cigarette smoke spilling from her mouth and nose.
Michelle looked towards Becky with embarrassment, relieved to see that Becky was now out like a light but still letting out a scolding, “Lauren!” in a hushed voice to let her daughter now this was not the time and place. Trevor couldn’t make eye contact with Michelle but Lauren was looking her mother straight in the eyes, continuing to quietly moan as Trevor worked her clit with his fingers.
Michelle became resigned to the inevitable and decided it was time for a harm reduction strategy, digging into her purse and taking something out before looking at Lauren and saying, “Don’t you ever tell your father about this Lauren but on Monday we’ll look into getting you some birth control.” Michelle then paused to make sure Becky was completely and unequivocally passed out before resuming, “If you guys are quick about it, I’ll let you have this tonight. It’s the morning-after pill,” she resumed, handing the small pill in its plastic wrapping to a stunned Lauren who didn’t think this moment would ever come even though it was pretty clear her mother had been prepared for it having the pill in her purse.
Trevor slipped his hand out of Lauren’s leggings as Lauren leaned over to pick up the pill, a continued disbelief on her face that her mother was conceding this much this quickly. “Thanks so much, mom!”
“Yeah please don’t make me regret this. I’m really hoping your brother and Haylee are asleep,” Michelle responded, then pausing before giving the additional warning, “You better get going before your father gets back in here!”
Lauren needed no more provocation, and was now horny as hell having been fondled by Trevor for 10 minutes. She grabbed Trevor by one hand and picked up her cigarettes and lighter with the other, leading him towards the stairway that led to his bedroom, a location that Michelle just knew Lauren had probably visited before. Michelle watched as her daughter walked away holding Trevor’s hand, sad that even if her innocence hadn’t been lost yet, it was gonna be very soon.
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During the 10 minutes into the new year in which covert sexual touching had been playing out in the living room, Haylee and Brian were doing some exploring of their own in the storage closet. After an extended round of kissing, Haylee led Brian’s hand to her chest, greenlighting him to cop a feel under the chest of the sparkly dress he’d been eyeballing all night. After touching her cleavage, Brian ventured his hand into parts unknown, his fingertips enjoying the feel of her soft mammary flesh as they penetrated the upper surface of the dress in pursuit of some nipple. He looked at Haylee’s face and could tell she enjoyed having his hands on her boob, and for his part, Brian suddenly didn’t have the same level of annoyance from the latest cigarette perched in her mouth, dangling limply like those previous except for the moments when she made it go stiff in her lips when puckering up for a drag. Brian was already nursing a boner in his jeans, but the imagery of the limp cigarette going erect was enough to raise those jeans a little bit more, and Haylee noticed.
Haylee may not have been feeling it three weeks earlier when Grant was intent on sexual engagement with her, but with a little help from that wine bottle, she was raring to go now, reaching down to unbutton and then unzip the fly on Brian’s jeans. She made eye contact with Brian before proceeding and noticed the terror on his face, but he didn’t tell her no and she continued, pulling down his boxers enough to get hold of that preteen boner to give the boy what she knew would be his first hand job.
For the next several moments, the two of them worked themselves into an ironic sweat on this bitter Minnesota New Year’s, with Brian’s hand cupped fully around
Haylee’s left boob and Haylee stroking his penis with increasingly intense thrusts. The passion was approaching a critical mass when Haylee decided it was time, let go of Brian’s manhood and sat up just enough to where she could hike up her dress to expose her waist and panties. Brian couldn’t believe this was about to happen, but Haylee was approaching him with her body, cigarette still hanging from her mouth, and he wasn’t about to make her stop….but then something else did….
From just outside the closet, Haylee and Brian were startled by the familiar giggle of Lauren followed by heavy-footed steps in the direction of the stairway above their head. Brian panicked and kicked his right foot into a metal chair against the wall of the storage closet, at which point Haylee aggressively stuck her hand over his mouth and made another shooshing gesture, her three-quarters-smoked cigarette still dangling from her mouth from only inches above Brian’s face. Brian looked up with even more fear in his eyes given all that was transpiring, culminating with his sister being just outside the closet and the 14-year-old girl seducing him now hovering with her hand over his mouth.
It was at this point, evaluating the situation and seeing that fear in the eyes of this boy who just turned 12, Haylee said to herself….not this way. The fear in Brian’s eyes reminded her of the fear that was likely in her own eyes three weeks earlier when she was with Grant and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Now she was the sex-starved aggressor risking embarrassment for herself and everyone else involved and deflowering this boy who she wasn’t even really interested in who was in no way emotionally prepared for sex. She removed her hand from his mouth and began to pull away from Brian’s partially disrobed body, again giving him a shooshing gesture to make sure he continued to be quiet until the coast was clear outside.
Brian was a little disappointed when he realized this wasn’t going to happen, but also a little relieved that things didn’t go as far as they seemed poised to. Brian and Haylee would both get to be virgins a while longer.
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It was a different story outside the closet though as a giggly Lauren staggered her way to the stairs, holding Trevor’s hand as she led the way towards the stairs. Lauren was babbling on in a mildly hushed voice and didn’t even notice the kick of the chair in the storage closet just beneath their feet…but Trevor did. Trevor’s ears perked up wondering what the heck it could have been, but it hit him while climbing the third or fourth step that he may have finally figured out where his sister and Brian had been for the last hour. But before he had time to process the implication
of that epiphany, the clueless Lauren stopped to take out another cigarette from her pack, knowing that she absolutely wanted to smoke during sex and handing Trevor the lighter to light her up.
Trevor’s thoughts immediately drifted from the storage closet racket back to the surreal task at hand, and as he lit up Lauren’s cigarette, she removed it from her mouth to exhale and with her free hand grabbed Trevor firmly by the shoulder to make eye contact and intensely drew his attention as she looked into his eyes and said, “Trevor…” pausing for dramatic effect before continuing, “Fuck me hard okay!”
Looking at the intoxicated Lauren as she very seriously conveyed her sexual wish list, Trevor couldn’t help but let loose a mild chuckle while nodding affirmatively, having never seen Lauren like this before but really getting a kick out of it. When she turned around to go back up the steps, Trevor set the mood by giving a swift smack on the ass of her leggings to which Lauren yipped in response before looking back to smile lovingly. Trevor panicked for a second, realizing Michelle probably heard this downstairs along with Haylee and Brian, whatever they were up to, but then proceeded up the remainder of the stairs. As Lauren led him to the top of the stairs towards his bedroom, Trevor figured this was the time to start experimenting with some of the sexual positions he’d been researching online.
Trevor turned the light on to his bedroom and closed the door, quickly removed Lauren’s leather jacket, noticing that it reeked of cigarettes more than he’d ever detected before. They began undressing each other and Trevor continually smacked Lauren’s ass in those leggings as she repeatedly uttered in a loud whisper, “Fuck me hard, Trevor! Fuck me hard!”
Trevor got a pile of pillows and laid Lauren down on her back on top of them before getting around to removing her leggings, smacking her ass once more for good measure. Lauren knew Trevor was gonna deliver tonight and just let him take the lead, resting her head on his bed and dragging from her cigarette. Trevor propped Lauren’s legs up vertically and then spread them apart, her exposed pussy directly parallel to his erect cock. Lauren knew she didn’t have to request getting fucked hard anymore because it was very clear she was about to as Trevor held her legs in the air and thrust himself inside of her.
The intensity of the penetration was a new and welcome experience for Lauren and the forceful pleasure ensued and intensified with each subsequent thrust as Trevor wanted to make good on his promise and bring in the new year with the roughest sex he and Lauren had ever had. He was pleased with his performance and how good the spread eagle position felt for himself as well, but was a bit
concerned that Lauren would not remember just how well he rocked her world come morning.
Much as Lauren tried to contain her enthusiasm lying there with the cigarette still dangling from her mouth, she couldn’t any longer and began vocalizing her pleasure. She took the cigarette out of her mouth, not confident of her lips being able to continue containing it, extending out her left hand so as not to burn Trevor or herself with it and now having no “filter” keeping her from expressing the pleasure as she began to orgasm.
Michelle sat downstairs nervously and with embarrassment listening to her daughter’s sex noises and fearing she’d wake up Becky or one of the younger kids, or that Craig or Steve would come back in the garage before they were done. Meanwhile, Brian and Haylee were sitting in the closet, their moment having undeniably passed, now equally grossed out and aghast with laughter listening to Lauren get railed 15 feet above their heads.
Completely without filter at the peak of her climax, Lauren was now nearly shouting “fuck me hard!” as Trevor neared his own climax, spraying out a load of seed into her lady parts that had been building up since she was smoking her first cigarette out in the cold outside that steakhouse several hours earlier. As Trevor emptied out the fluids from his body and exchanged them with Lauren, he was thrilled that he was doing it this time without any fear of getting her pregnant.
Moments later, an exhausted Trevor crashed onto his own bed to lie next to an even more exhausted Lauren, who was now finally able to finish her cigarette. This time, Trevor cut her off at the pass before she crushed it out and extended his hand. A confused Lauren handed him cigarette butt while Trevor told her to get another. When Lauren put the new cigarette in her mouth, Trevor used the butt of the old one to light it. They smiled as they looked in each other’s eyes while Lauren dragged from her first official postcoital cigarette, knowing there would be far more of these moments in the new year than there was in the last. They pressed together for a passionate kiss and laid together for the limited time they had. After she finished this cigarette, Lauren knew she had to go downstairs and find someplace to crash before her father came in from the garage.
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It was 9 a.m. before the residents or the guests at the McPherson home woke up on January 1st. The kitchen was full as everybody was rolling in from bed at once for coffee or a simple cereal breakfast, with most of them nursing various degrees of a hangover. Nobody was worse off than Becky who drank the most the night
before, sitting at the end of the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette, trying her best to soldier through for the sake of the company. She offered Craig and Michelle some fruit in the pantry for breakfast but they were eager to get out of there, both enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette in the minutes before they parted.
Lauren was hurting as well as she sat as close to Trevor as she could around the kitchen table, still wearing the smoky leather jacket and the leggings from the night before as she hadn’t intended to stay the night. She caressed her aching forehead with her right hand with her elbow on the table, her left hand holding a cigarette with her other elbow on the table propping it up in Trevor’s favorite position to watch her smoke in. She smiled in Trevor’s direction as much as she could, making an understated request to him, “Don’t ever let me drink again!”
Trevor was struck by her gravelly voice which this morning more closely resembled his mother’s voice than the voice of his sweet girlfriend, unsurprising given that she likely smoked two full packs of cigarettes in the past 24 hours. Not being a coffee drinker, Trevor made Lauren a cup of cocoa and one for himself, and they enjoyed their hot, wholesome beverages on the cold January morning with the haze of Lauren’s first Marlboro Light 100 of the morning filling the airspace all around them. They were convinced that Michelle was the only other person in the kitchen who knew what happened in Trevor’s bedroom shortly after midnight.
Haylee was also at the table, decked out in a matching pink sweatshirt and sweatpants that she wore to bed, smoking her first cigarette of the day with only a mild hangover. She made eye contact with a bashful Brian who was eating a bowl of cereal amidst the haze of a half dozen smokers at or near the kitchen table and she cracked a smile over their late night playtime, which he reciprocated. Their crafty plan to avoid being noticed once they left the storage closet was a success, with Haylee sneaking up to her own bedroom and Brian crashing in Steve and Becky’s bed until they got up there, pretending as though he’d fallen asleep there hours earlier. They were pretty proud of themselves for not getting caught and apparently having had their late-night dalliance with nobody suspecting a thing. Haylee and Brian looked at Lauren and Trevor snuggling together and then looked back at each other, rolling their eyes briefly over the fact that their older siblings weren’t nearly as successful in attempting a stealth sex romp, whether they knew it or not.
Courtney was the last to enter the kitchen, wearing her pajamas and already smoking a cigarette of her own and quickly picking up on the fact that most people in the room were hung over. As guilt-ridden as she felt and as physically sore as
she was from all the sex the night before with Grant, she wished her only problem this morning was a short-term hangover. She drove around until 1:30 a.m. and by the time she got home, everybody was asleep, meaning this was her only encounter with the Nelsons, who were moments from walking out the door.
Michelle gave Brian and Lauren an impatient nudge, clearly ready to go. “Let’s finish it up, guys,” she said in reference to their respective breakfasts, adding “Let Steve and Becky have their kitchen back.”
Brian sped up the last few bites of his cereal while Lauren took the remaining gulps of her cocoa in response to their mom’s request, preparing to leave after a much longer stay than anybody expected. Lauren stood up and Trevor followed suit. She took the final drag from her cigarette and still had smoke pouring out of her mouth and nose when she pulled in for the kiss. Trevor saved her smoky aroma and the handful of smooth leather on her leather jacket, following up the goodbye kiss with a hug.
“C’mon, break it up you, two!” Craig said jokingly, unaware he was getting a quick side-eye from his wife who knew a lot more than he did and she wanted to make sure it stayed that way.
Lauren put her hand back up to her forehead to tend to her throbbing headache while following Brian to the front door as Craig and Michelle bid everybody adieu and walked out the front door to their car.
Courtney sat down in Lauren’s former chair at the kitchen table holding a bowl and a box of Honey Nut Cheerios with a half-smoked cigarette still between her fingers which she ultimately sat in the overflowing butt bucket Lauren had been using. She couldn’t even look at Haylee she was so overcome with guilt, and Trevor couldn’t look at Haylee as he didn’t want to give away what he heard in the storage closet last night.
Realizing that Haylee had been ignored last night, her father reached out as he looked over to her playing with her phone. “So how about it Haylee….any big goals for the new year?”
Haylee shrugged, still annoyed over being treated like a kid the night before but realizing she should say something to stave him off. She darted her eyes to Trevor with a familiar look of jealousy having seen him and Lauren so cozy together while she was alone, reduced to macking on a boy who just turned 12. “I think I’m gonna give Grant another chance,” Haylee muttered softly through a talking
dangle, not looking up from her phone as she spoke, not giving anything close to the full context and knowing her parents probably weren’t curious enough to press.
While nobody else at the table was responding to Haylee’s declaration, Courtney’s head shot up from her cereal, her guilt transitioning to complete panic as she looked at Haylee texting, knowing she was likely messaging Grant. For several hours, Courtney had been mulling what to do next after the choice she made the previous night. Having betrayed her younger sister, she had come to terms with the fact that she’d have to come clean to Haylee about her one-night stand with Grant. But she had hoped to spend a few days searching for the right words before saying her piece. Unfortunately, she recognized now that a confession had to come yet this morning before Haylee found out from Grant. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Haylee as she took a final drag from her cigarette, crushing it out and letting out one of her trademark long-distance exhales that soared over the kitchen table, deep in thought about how she was gonna tell Haylee the hardest thing she’d ever had to tell anyone.