Smoking Addiction in Seven Lessons

She took his hand in hers and began to caress it. "More than friends, I hope; especially when we're both horny." She gave him a wink.

Irwin looked at her with a surprised smile and moved his face towards hers for a kiss. Before their lips touched, however, she placed her fingers over his mouth and said, "But don't be disappointed if I cry out a woman's name."

Hungrily Irwin replied, "You have no idea what a turn-on lesbian sex is to a man." His cock was bulging once again.

"Really?" she giggled. "Well, that's good to know." She reached for her pack and lit a fresh 120. "Now," she growled in a smoky exhale, "how about you stick that big dick back inside of me, hmm?"

PART 11 - ONE IN THE SAME

Sunday passed uneventfully in the Kwon household. Without their Mom there to goad them, Karen and her sister skipped working in the garden. She should have spent the day catching up on her homework, but she just didn't have the motivation. Instead, she surfed the Internet looking at smoking fetish web sites like the one her sister and Brad were watching. She spent a few hours masturbating off and on, stopping just before orgasm so as to build that desire up to a fever pitch. By midafternoon, she turned to her journal and began detailing in graphic detail her fantasies about Ryan smoking.

Ryan...

Something about Lesson 6 had sparked an intense fascination within her about Ryan, the shy teenager in the Nerd Squad who as of yet had not shown up at Rosie's Drive-In to smoke with the rest of them. Her sister said that the shy boys are the ones who could easily be manipulated and controlled. What Karen experienced the night before about domination was heady stuff, but she was no dominatrix herself. And yet, how wickedly fun it would be to turn Ryan into a smoker. Because she knew of his affection for her, she assumed that it would be easy to attempt. The unknown risk of how he would react was also a turn-on for her. Would he submit? If not, should she force him??

The problem was that she didn't know a whole lot about him outside of class. His parents lived in a large home on the edge of town, and he drove a Tesla to school, so she knew he came from money. Did he have one or two siblings? She couldn't recall. Did his parents smoke? She had no idea. She knew he was a good student, but where was he planning to attend college? In state? Out of state? At the local community college? (She shuddered to think about that possibility, worrying what would happen if Ari got her clutches into him.) In short, she was pretty clueless about his personal life.

So why the attraction? That he was handsome was a no brainer. If she had met him for the first time this year, she assumed that she would have no hesitation about going on a date with him. Knowing him for as long as she had since they were kids, however, now made that awkward in a sort of incestuous way. Yet even taking that into consideration, she'd still stay yes...if only he were bold enough to ask.

Karen never had a boyfriend. She knew it was not because of any gender identity issues. Growing up with her Mom's antipathy towards men since her divorce had not turned Karen against the male species. She had been attracted to plenty of boys in her lifetime. But she realized long ago that while the scholar gets the accolades, they rarely get the prince. She was pretty, but there were far more beautiful girls than her that attracted the attention of male classmates. It wasn't until she started smoking at Rosie's that she even felt noticed by any of the boys at her school. There were some handsome jocks to be sure. Greg, the Captain of the football team, had spent quite a few days of the last week flirting with both her and Christine as he offered to light their cigarettes (though she believed he was more interested in her best friend). What she wanted in a boyfriend was both brainsand good looks. Increasingly among her choices in this small college town, Ryan fit the bill.

And yet she was still faced with the problem that he was too shy to ever ask her out.

Well, shyness had never been a problem for a Kwon woman. Karen placed her cigarette in her mouth and started typing a text message to Christine.

Karen: You got Ryan's #?

Christine: Why?

Karen: You got it?

Christine: Why???????????????

Karen: Am going to FK him.

Christine: TMI

Karen: TJK

Christine: ROFL

Karen: You got it?

Christine: NGL. You and R would be OTP. Here ya go....

Karen saved the number into her contacts with the name "Lover Boy."

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"Hello?"

"Ryan?"

"Yeah..." the voice answered cautiously.

"This is Karen."

A moment of silence. "Hi Karen," a quivering voice responded.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, just catching up on some homework."

Blah, blah, blah...she didn't care about any of that. After a few minutes of required pleasantries, Karen cut to the chase.

"So, the Prom is in three weeks. Have you got a date?"Like I don't know the answer to that question already.

"No, I don't know if I'm gonna go."

I don't have time to play hard to get. I'm too horny for that right now. "Would you like to go with me?"

"Seriously?" A moment of silence. "Yeah, that'd be great."

Hooked. Now, time to lure him in.

"So why don't you come over to my house and we'll plan it out?"

Another moment of silence. "I'm sorry, you want me to come over to your house...right now?"

"Sure. You're not busy, are you?"

"No, no...'course not."

"Great. The address is..."

"It's okay, I know where you live."

Is this guy a stalker or something? How does he know where I live? "Okay, see you soon."

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As soon as Karen got off the phone, she walked towards Ari's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Hey, sis. Stop masturbating for a minute. I need to talk to you."

Within less than a minute the door opened up. "How did you know I was masturbating?" a disheveled Ari replied. The room was thick with second-hand smoke.

"Listen," Karen said, "I have a guy coming over, and..."

"Say no more," Ari interjected with her eyes lighting up. She went to the dresser mirror to comb her hair, grabbed her pack of cigarettes, her lighter, and her car keys. "How long you need me gone?"

"I dunno. It could be 2 hours? It could be ten minutes."

"Well," Ari said with a grin from ear to ear, "we'll hope for the best. I'll see you later tonight." She walked towards the front door. "And good luck!"

Karen gave a sigh of relief.That was easy. She looked around the living room. They kept the house pretty clean, but she needed to open the windows to air the smoke out. She then dumped and quickly rinsed the ashtrays. She smelled her clothes. "Ughh," she said as she ran into her bedroom and changed into something attractive but not over the top. A tight black shirt and loose fitting white denim jeans would do the trick. She stuck her hand into her pants down to her crotch.Oh yeah, he can easily reach down there as long as I don't wear a belt.

She didn't have time for a shower, so she washed her face and hands, and then applied some body spay. It would have to do. She then closed the windows.If he left right after their phone call ended, she thought to herself while looking at her watch,considering where he lives on the edge of town, he should be arriving just about...

The doorbell rang.

...now. She walked to the front door and opened it. The position of the sun on that side of the house gave this blond haired teen a kind of glow. "Hi Karen," he said nervously.

"Thanks for coming over," she said inviting him in. "You want something to drink?" she asked with a gesture towards the couch for him to have a seat.

"No, I'm fine." Ryan took a whiff of the odor of second hand smoke which had long permeated the furniture, drapes, and even the wall paint in this three bedroom house. It was a comforting smell, one that always reminded him of home. He took a seat on the couch and was surprised that Karen sat down so close to him. While he was trying very hard not to shake, he was also impressed at the calmness and poise she exhibited in her behavior.Has she had many boys over to her home before? He saw her reach into her purse.

"You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" she asked without a hint of irony, as if it were the most casual question to ask. She revealed a pack of Virginia Slims in her hand and proceeded to pull out a long 120.

Ryan could feel his dick surging in his underwear. She smokes!

"No," he said with a crack in his voice, "I don't mind." Then he added, "I didn't know you were a smoker."

"It's just temporary," she said with an enigmatic smile before bringing the flame from her lighter to the tip of the 120. She tilted her head upwards as she puffed on it freehanded, brought her fingers to the base, and inhaled with her signature cracked smile. She held it for several seconds, and then again tilted her head as she exhaled a cone of smoke into the airspace above. She brought the cigarette up to her lips for another puff.

Ryan was mesmerized by the orange glow at the tip of her 120, as if it were some magical orb that emanated a power flowing into this beautiful Asian teenager's body.Was she a slave to it? he wondered. Did she obey the orb willingly, or did she fall unexpectedly under its dominion through too much experimentation? He watched her stare lustfully at him as she took a slow puff, performed an exquisite French inhale, and let loose a creamy stream towards his face. He took a breath through his nose, welcoming the power into his own body.

"You like watching me smoke," Karen said softly as she brought the long cigarette over the ashtray and gave it a tap before bringing it to the center of her lips for another slow puff.

"Very much," Ryan whispered with his stomach twisted in knots. His dick was ready to burst through his pants. He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience.

Karen moved her face close to his. "Have you ever kissed a smoker before?" A column of smoke curled upwards from her lips and glided past her wire rimmed glasses.

"I've never kissed anyone before," the teenager answered with his voice cracking as if he were a 12 year old entering puberty.

"Neither have I," Karen whispered back. "Shall we try some experiential learning?" She brought the white filter to the side of her mouth, took a massive puff, and placed her lips on Ryan's.

Ryan felt a tingling sensation as smoke filled his mouth, followed by the soft touch of this young woman's tongue against his. He instinctively responded by breathing in the smoke which filled his lungs while their tongues swirled together in a delicate dance. He exhaled the smoke through his nose. "More," he said hungrily, and Karen brought the 120 up to the side of their mouths. Both puffed hard, creating a bright orange flash at the tip of the cigarette. Greedily they competed to inhale as much smoke as they could out of the other's mouth.

Karen pulled her tongue out of his mouth, took a massive puff on her Virginia Slims, and placed both hands on his cheeks and her lips on his, forcefully blowing the smoke into his lungs.Why isn't he coughing? she wondered. Ryan gleefully inhaled the smoke, and, putting his own hands on her cheeks, exhaled the smoke back into her mouth and deep into her body. Karen felt her heart racing as a surge of excitement flowed through her.

Within seconds, both of their hands moved down to the other's crotch. Ryan plunged his hand down into her pants and began pressing the soft, wet spot in her panties with his fingers. Karen unzipped his pants and vigorously began masturbating him, impressed at the length and strength of the erection of this 18 year old. He moved closer to her, as close as he get without sitting on her lap.

"More," he begged, and she brought the shrinking cigarette directly to his lips where he took a cheek hollowed puff, expertly snapped back a wall of smoke, and blew it into her mouth. The high she was undergoing had gone beyond any psychic orgasm. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and experiencing. This man was accepting the smoke without any inhibitions whatsoever; as if it were just oxygen. That could only mean one thing. They were one in the same! He was a slave to the smoke,just like her!!!

"Oh,God," she groaned as she felt an explosion in her pussy, followed by a pulsating sensation in her hand as Ryan's cock erupted in rapturous jizz with long white spurts all over her black shirt.

"Oh, Karen," he groaned loudly as the cum flowed freely from his ejaculation in stream after creamy stream. He put his hand on top of hers, beckoning her to stop stroking.

Both of them were breathing hard as their faces rested against each other. Karen reached her arm over to the table and dropped the spent cigarette on top of it. She then sat back, placing her hands on his chest so that she could look at him. She had an expression of shock on her face. "Oh my God," she said breathlessly, "you're a smoker!"

PART 12 - LIVING A FANTASY

Karen had many questions she wanted answered, the most important for her being how he was able to hide his smoking habit; but those questions could wait. She took him by the hand. "Follow me," she said softly as they got up from the couch, Ryan zipping up his pants in the process. She led him into her bedroom and shut the door. She walked over to her night stand where she had an open pack of VS-120s and an ashtray.

Ryan watched her insert the cigarette between her lips, its white filter placed deep inside of her mouth as she lit it. The tip grew brightly as a puff of smoke emerged from her lips. He was beside himself with excitement. He wanted to ravish her right there. He walked over to her and put his arms around her waist. "I've dreamed of this moment for so many years," he whispered as he kissed her neck.

Karen tilted her head to the side, giving him plenty of room, as she continued to puff freehanded on that long cigarette. "Dreams can come true," she said with her eyes closed and smoke slowly rising out of her mouth in wave after wave. He began to pull up her shirt, but she quickly removed the cigarette from her lips with her fingers and turned to face him. "Please, let's not rush this." Fearing that she might have disappointed him, she added, "There's still plenty we can do without going that far." She was horny but not insane. Intercourse was not an option; not yet, anyway.

Ryan gave her a loving smile. Rather than disappointed, he was actuallyrelieved since he did not know exactly what she expected of him. Now, at least, he knew what boundaries to respect and would let her drive things in the direction she wanted. After all, he still couldn't believe what he was experiencing with this woman whom he had been in love with for 7 years. He allowed her, therefore, to take his hand and guide him toward the bed. He laid on top of her, looking into her eyes as she took a puff, and then pressed his lips against hers, breathing in her wonderful smoke and giving it gently back to her. He rhythmically pressed his pelvis against hers, enjoying the moan she would make while taking another puff, but he kept his dick inside his pants. Only later, after she lit another fresh cigarette, did she take his hand and move it toward her crotch, allowing him to unzip her pants and insert his fingers into her pussy.

"Oh, Ryan," she gasped, impressed at the tenderness he showed in his slow strokes around the inner lips. She brought the cigarette to his mouth, letting him draw deeply and inhale the rich smoke before exhaling it all over her face. Long columns of smoke shot out of her mouth after cheek hollowed puffs that filled her lungs to enhance the sensual tremble her body felt with each swirl of his fingers inside her vaginal canal. When his index finger began to stroke her clit, she lost all control, gasping "Yes...yes...YES!" until the orgasm had fully washed over her body. She was immobilized by its power, too weary even to take a puff.

Ryan pulled the mostly-smoked cigarette out of her fingers, took a draw, and then snapped back a ball of smoke, making Karen's body quiver at the sight. She brought the palm of her hand up to the side of his face.

"Is this the shy boy I've known since fifth grade?" she asked tenderly.

Ryan gave her a wide smile. "I've fantasized about this for 7 years."

"Oh, really," Karen responded with a giggle. "You wanted to finger me to orgasm while I smoked as early as fifth grade?"

Ryan blushed. "Okay, maybe not seven years. But certainly since puberty!"

She motioned with her eyes that she wanted a puff, and he brought the Virginia Slims to her lips. "And how is it that this shy boy is also a smoker?" she asked after exhaling a column into the airspace above them.

Ryan stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. "My siblings were a bad influence on me," he said with a sinful smile. "When your older brother and sister are trying to get you to smoke; and your smoking parents don't care if you do or you don't; well, eventually you give in. I mean, what else is there to do in a small Midwestern town except smoke cigarettes and get drunk?"

Karen had a skeptical look on her face. "I can't imagine ever seeing you drunk, Ryan Powers."

"It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for," he teased, and he kissed her on the lips. Soon their tongues were joined in a passionate swirl. He loved the way she tasted, a combination of smoke and Asian spices. He promised himself that he would respect her boundaries, but he was horny as hell and wanted to cum again. He took her hand and moved it to his crotch.

"Oh," she said between kisses, "does Mr. Happy need some loving?"

"Badly," he mumbled.

She unzipped his pants and wrapped her hand around the long shaft. It was warm and sweaty, and she could feel the veins bulging. "You're my first dick," she said teasingly.

"I'm honored," he growled, once again inserting his tongue into her mouth and swirling it madly.

Karen pulled back and looked into his eyes with a naughty smile. "I want to see it up close."

Ryan blushed. "You what?"

Karen wiggled out from under him, knelt down on the floor and pulled his pants off. "Interesting," she said as she glided her fingers from its dick's tip all the way down the shaft, "but it needs smoke."

"Ohhhhh," Ryan murmured. It was as if this girl could anticipate all of a young man's sexual fantasies. He immediately reached for the pack of VS-120s on the nightstand and lit one. He handed the Virginia Slims to her and then quickly pulled out another which he lit for himself while she took a deep puff on her own. She slowly blew a thick cloud towards the dick which leaped in response. The smoke hovered for a second in his pubic hairs before rising upwards along his torso. "That's better," she said as she once again wrapped her hands around the cock and began stroking it. "Still a bit dry, though," she said in a tone of mock concern.

Ryan knew what was coming next. Just the thought gave him the exhilaration that comes before ejaculation. He watched her take a five second puff with the cigarette at an angle. She opened her mouth, revealing the dense cloud inside, and then moved her face towards his crotch.

"Oh, yes," he gasped as she gently caressed his balls while her smoky tongue started at the base of the cock and slowly worked its way up the shaft. Ryan was taking a massive puff on the freshly lit cigarette and then inhaled just as her tongue reached the ridges of the dick's tip. The nicotine blast was like a fucking atomic explosion as his dick immediately ejaculated all over her face.

"Oh!," Karen exclaimed with her eyes closed while the teen's dick pulsated back and forth with streams of cum hitting her face. "It's so warm." She brought the 120 up to the side of her mouth and took a cheek-hollowed puff, inhaled, and took another cheek-hollowed puff which she inhaled again. Her body was quivering from the power of the smoke in her lungs as she looked up at him, her eyes drooping, and smoke cascading down through her nostrils.