My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... again." She laughed as I led her to the basement. I had her sit at the bar. "I'll bring some cigarettes over in just a minute. Don't steal them." I winked and angled the camera so it would record both Cassie and her reflection in the bar mirror, so there were two of her. "When did you have your last cigarette?

"Over a whole day!" She looked at the clock on the wall and thought a moment. "30 hours."

"Describe what the withdrawal feels like, please?"

"It SUCKS! I have a headache. I'm nervous and kind of angry for no reason. If I don't stop them, my fingers twitch. I feel like I have bugs crawling on my arms and legs. I just ate, but I still feel hungry. Not really hungry, more like I need to chew on something."

"I'm sorry. That sounds terrible. Here." I put a pack of Marlboro 100s on bar near her.

She took the gum out of her mouth and dropped it in the trash. "I usually smoke regulars, if you have some."

"I do if you don't like the 100s, but please try one."

"Okay." She pulled a long white cigarette from the pack and put the tan filter end between her lips. I saw her hand shake a little as she lit it. She took several rapid puffs and her frown slowly changed to a big smile. "Aaah! I needed that SO BAD! These taste the same. I like them."

"I'm glad. I think the longer ones look elegant. More delicate and feminine, and they last longer. I'll record you smoking a couple and you can 'steal' a few more packs."

"Cool!"

"Your mother likes menthols. Have ...

... you tried them?"

"I got started on menthols, Salems that I took from Mom. I don't like menthol much though. They remind me of cough medicine and being sick."

"Nice necklaces. Did you make them?"

"Yeah." She held up the one with mostly black beads and a few colored ones. "I made them for how I felt. I used to be super-sad ALL THE TIME, but it's not so bad lately. This one reminds me there are some good things. The pink bead is for my grandma. These three are my friends. This blue one is you."

I smiled. "I'm glad I'm a good part of your life." She smiled back.

"Your parents left you alone, and you're how old?"

"Almost eighteen, I'm not a kid. My aunt visits every day, and my grandma calls."

"That's good. If you have an emergency, you can come over here, too."

She giggled, "I know! That's what I just did!" I smiled.

I wondered and asked, "If your mother smokes menthols, and your father doesn't smoke, how do you get regular cigarettes most of the time?"

"Grandma and my aunt pay me to help clean their houses, and my sister buys them for me. She's 19 now. She charges me an extra ten bucks a carton, though. Greedy cow!"

I laughed and asked, "Why do you call her a cow?"

"Are you BLIND? Her chest is HUGE! Bigger than Mom's even!"

"I didn't notice." I honestly hadn't.

At that moment Cassie realized something. "You notice me and Mom. Teri doesn't smoke, but we do. Hahaha! Are you some kind of weirdo that likes watching girls smoke?"

I blushed ...