My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

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I looked at my calendar and was happy to see I'd be interviewing Cassie after school. She was calmer and much more polite than abrasive Lynn and obnoxious Jackie. When she arrived, she wore jeans and a white blouse along with her usual hoop earrings and purity ring. She looked sad. When I asked what was wrong, she just said, "Mom and Dad had a fight. I don't want to talk about it."

I let her quietly smoke at the table while I recorded and stared at her lovely plump lips. After lighting a second cigarette, she said, "I don't know if it's a good time for this. I really don't feel like talking."

I told her, "That's alright. You can just relax. Would you like a cola, grape juice, some milk?"

"Cola please?" She stared at the table, taking occasional sips from her can, thinking and smoking for a long time. I put fifty dollars on the table after her second cigarette, but she stayed another half hour. I kept watching and recording as she sucked drag after drag from two more cigarettes. I loved the times she pursed her lips together with only a small gap in the middle, forming long thin streams of smoke as she exhaled. I had a stray thought about her kissing the smoke goodbye as it left her mouth.

When she left I was a little concerned about her family, but didn't want to spoil my research by getting emotionally close to her.

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I had planned to interview Cassie's mother Felicia again at 10 the next morning, but she showed up at 8:15. She was wearing red high ...

... heels and a tight red dress, which showed off the shape and size of her large breasts. She was also wearing large gold earrings and three thin gold chains. Her makeup had been streaked by tears.

Since she was so upset I forgot to turn on my camera, and this encounter is an approximation from memory. If I had a recording of it, my research wouldn't gain anything, but it would be excellent for... personal activities. Toward the end of our conversation, she started to slur some of her words but I'll leave that out for clarity.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

She wiped her eyes. "Ray and I had a fight. Not really a fight, but... but..." She sputtered and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She hugged me and cried intensely for a minute or two. "I dressed up nice to see him off, but the last thing he said was 'Don't screw around while I'm away.' It was horrible!"

"Sorry you're having a bad time. It sounds like he's a real prick."

"No, he's... Can we just sit a minute? Maybe have a drink?"

"Sure. Let's go down to the basement."

She walked to the bar and looked around. She asked, "May I have some red wine? Since I don't see any tequila."

I asked in surprise, "Tequila before lunch?"

She chuckled. "I'm not an alcoholic, honest. I only drink a couple times a month. Today is just a crappy day."

"I used to love tequila, until I discovered hangovers." I poured her a glass of wine. I watched her drink and smoke as we had some small talk. We discussed the road ...