Smoking Addiction in Seven Lessons

"You heard about Ryan and Karen?" Clarissa asked Myung in the back room kitchen as the mother was putting her rice cakes on plates.

"Hmm," she mumbled.

"You're not happy about this?" Clarissa asked after lighting a B&H and handing it to Myung.

"Honestly, I don't know what to think," she replied before taking a thoughtful puff on Clarissa's cigarette and handing it back to her. She held in her lungs the smoke which didn't have the same richness as her precious Virginia Slims. "They're both so young," she said with smoke pouring out of her mouth.

Clarissa moved close to Myung, stroking the side of her face with the hand holding her all-white 100. "We were that young once," she said softly as she placed the cigarette between her lover's lips. Her pussy grew wet as she watched Myung puff and open her mouth. "They're going to be very happy together," Clarissa said in a whisper as she placed her lips against Myung's and let the smoke float into her own mouth. She inhaled through her nose so that their tongues could join while sharing the smoke with one another. Within seconds, Clarissa felt the stimulation of her clit from Myung's long, thin fingers which had reached into the baggy pants of the Zoot-Suit. "Oh, yes," Clarissa whimpered, eager to feel that powerful wave that was ready to move through her body as the orgasm began to build. "They'll be...so...happyyyyy."

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As the night progressed and the end of the party grew near, Ari stood leaning against the sidewall of the entryway into the dance hall, a long cigarette between her fingers which she held horizontally next to her hip. Occasionally she would bring the 120 up to her lips for a slow puff, a French inhale, and then a long, creamy stream.

"You look depressed, sis," Karen said when she and Ryan came over to her for a chat.

"I'm just thinking about how I've wasted my life."

"Yeah," Karen guffawed. "You're already twenty and what do you have to show for it?"

"I'm serious," Ari replied with a look that was indeed serious. "You and Ryan are off to UCLA as you two begin a life's journey. Mom has found happiness with a secret love we knew nothing about." She looked around the room. "And yet here I am, hanging out with 17 and 18 year olds at a high school prom." She shook her head as she took a puff and then snapped it back. "Pretty sad," she added and then formed her mouth in a round "O" and began blowing smoke rings. She reached over to an ashtray on a side table and flicked the butt of her cigarette gently with her thumb. "Well, that's it. No more games. Time to finish school and settle down."

"Settle down?" Karen asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Ari said defensively. "Find a nice, rich white guy. Raise some adorable half kids. Teach them how to smoke. You know, the American Dream."

Karen looked over at Ryan with a grin and gently bumped her arm against his.

"You know, Ari, there is someone I wanted you to meet tonight."

"Nope," she said with another puff, and then stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. "I'm done with the whole domination game. Time to find a real man."

Undeterred, Ryan continued on. "I have this friend. Really shy guy, but sweet as cotton candy. He'll be at your community college this Fall semester."

Ari pretended she wasn't interested.

"You see, his Dad owns a whole chain of pizza parlors throughout the Midwest, so his immediate plans are just an Associate's Degree before entering the family business."

Ari turned her head to Ryan. "So, he has money," she said in a tone that sounded more interested.

"Oh, and one more thing," Ryan added as Karen stood next to him puffing on a freshly lit long cigarette. "He doesn't smoke."

A mischievous grin appeared on Ari's face. "You really know how to turn a girl on, don't you? No wonder my sister keeps you around."

"Well," Karen offered, "that and the Tesla."

Ari started scanning the room for any young man who wasn't smoking. "So who is this lost soul?" she asked.

"His name is Ernie," Ryan said pointing to a table in the very corner of the hall where a blond haired 18 year old in a rented tuxedo sat all alone looking rather pathetic.

"Ernie," she whispered to herself like a Praying Mantis getting ready for the kill. "Time to teach Ernie a few lessons in addiction."

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"Now why is a handsome man like you sitting at this table all alone?"

As Ernie looked up at the beautiful silhouette asking him this question, he noticed that the reflection of the lights gave the speaker a kind of halo above her coifed hairdo.I'm being visited by an angel.

"May I sit down?" the silhouette asked.

"Yeah, sure," he said standing up and pulling out a chair for her.

"Oh, what a gentlemen," Ari said as she accepted the chair graciously and sat down.

Up close, Ernie could clearly see that this was Karen's older sister, but he had never met her personally and didn't even know her name...which she didn't offer.

"You're Ernie, aren't you," Ari said as she reached into her purse for her cigarettes and holder. Once inserting a 120, she brought the stem up to her lips, wondering if this young man would light it. He did, but not until she set her own lighter on the table.

"I just love it when a handsome man smokes with me, Ernie," she said smoothly. "You do smoke, don't you?"

"Sure," he said awkwardly, "but I left my pack in the car." In truth, Ernie had never smoked in his life.

"Oh, what a shame," she said, expecting some ridiculous lie such as this. "Have one of mine," and she pulled out a 120 from her pack and handed it to him.

Ernie had started going to Rosie's with the rest of the Nerd Squad, desperately wanting to fit in with the cool kids. But as the only one not smoking, he was always the odd duck in the group. Of course, he never had been urged to light up by such a beautiful woman as the one sitting before him. He decided to give it a try. It was, as expected, a difficult first few puffs.

"These are stronger than mine," he said in an obvious lie.

"Try breathing in shallow puffs through your nose with your mouth closed," Ari said sweetly. "It's easier to take the smoke in that way."

Ernie complied, finding the advice of this woman very helpful. He also admitted to himself that smoking was rather enjoyable...until he started to feel sick to his stomach. Not wanting to embarrass himself in front of this she-goddess, he decided to just hold the cigarette between his fingers and occasionally take a puff which he did not inhale.

"Here's one for all of you smoky lovers out there," the DJ said over the loud speaker asSentimental Journey began to play.

"Do you like to dance?" Ari asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Ernie said apprehensively as he watched his classmates come on to the floor, nearly everyone holding a cigarette between their fingers.

"Come on," Ari said as she took the young man by the hand. "There's nothing more special than holding a woman in your arms," and she led Ernie who was half a foot shorter than she onto the dance floor. She could feel him trembling as his arms wrapped around her waist. "That's it," she said tenderly. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Ernie had to admit that it did feel god. It felt very good.

"I understand you'll be attending the community college this Fall," Ari said. "I hope that we'll be very close" she then whispered into his ear.

Ernie pulled back his head and smiled. "I don't even know your name."

"Call me Mistress," Ari said seductively as she brought the stem of her cigarette holder to her mouth, took a soft puff, and placed her lips against Ernie's who took the smoke into his lungs eagerly.

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Karen still stood near the entryway with Ryan surveying the darkened room, illuminated only by the glow of cigarettes pulsating with every puff. It was all so magical, as if there were a hundred orange orbs seemingly floating in the air. The two were soon joined by Clarissa and Myung who were holding hands as they walked with freshly lit cigarettes after their kitchen tryst. They took a minute to stare at the dance hall in silence.

"This is all because of you," the psychology teacher then said to Karen with a wide smile as she waved her hand towards her student's classmates. "You did this."

"Hmmm," Karen replied thoughtfully as she brought the cigarette up to her lips for a slow puff. Smoke cascaded down through her nostrils. "Yes I did," she purred as she could feel her pussy beginning to drip.

"You all in the mood for the final song of the night?" the DJ shouted out, followed by the heart stopping chorus of saxophones of Glen Miller'sIn the Mood.

"They're playing our song," Clarissa said eagerly to Myung who responded with a grin. To the cheering of the crowd, the Zoot-Suiter and the Women's Army Corp recruit started spinning around the dance floor, smoking and laughing to the delight of all who watched.

"I did that, too," Karen whispered to herself as she saw how happy her Mom and Clarissa were. "Life is pretty good," she said turning to Ryan.

"It would be even better if I could cum inside you," her boyfriend whispered.

Karen giggled. "This skirt is too tight for that," she said moving her hand down to his crotch, "but perhaps there are other ways we can make life good for you." She then noticed the reception booth to the side of the wall where Ari worked her shift. "It's pretty dark in there," she said with the nod of her head, "and everyone is busy dancing."

Ryan immediately took her by the hand. He couldn't wait another second to ejaculate. Hell, he'd even go to the bathroom and masturbate if he had no other choice. When they entered the booth and closed the door, Ryan sat on the chair, lit a Marlboro, and unzipped the slacks of his uniform.

"Someone is so horny tonight," Karen said with a fresh cigarette in her holder ready to puff on. She took a 5 second draw, her desire increasing by the second as she watched the excitement in Ryan's eyes. She opened her mouth in the shape of a perfect "O" and inserted the long and firm dick inside.

"Oh, Karen," Ryan groaned. "Yes, it feels so good." His head was swimming from all the smoke he inhaled tonight. He thought about how before he and Karen started dating, he would smoke two or three cigarettes a day at most. Now he smoked at least a pack a day. What depths would his addiction fall to when they moved in together this Fall? He couldn't help himself when he was around her. He just wanted to smoke -all of the time. He brought the cigarette between his fingers up to his lips for a massive puff, opened his mouth as wide as he could, and snapped back a misshapen mass.

"Obey the smoke,' Karen commanded as she had stopped sucking and stared at him with a fiendish look while vigorously masturbating his cock. "Do it!" she yelled, the music outside the reception booth deafening as the trumpet made its final climb up the scale to its highest octave.

"I can't hold it," he yelled, and the tip of his dick swelled before exploding in a long white streak of liquid that Karen aimed at the side wall. Up and down her hand moved, milking that dick for all she could get out of it until the white liquid began dribbling down her hands, eventually congealing around her fingers.

"Oh, Karen," her lover panted. "Oh, God, I love you so much." After a few seconds, when the orgasmic high had dissipated and he felt the most passionate desire to be one with this incredible woman, he looked at her and said calmly, "You're such an incredible smoker."

Karen brought the stem to her lips and puffed on it at an angle. "It's been a helluva learning experience," she answered with a playful smile as smoke poured out from her lips.

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