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My Smoky Ladies - chapter 3
Date: 6/13/2024, Categories: Fiction Masturbation Voyeurism Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... inside. I went down to the basement and opened a bottle of wine. When I finished crying and drinking, I made a call. “Ray? Hey, buddy, it’s me. I’m really sorry to tell you this…” - When Cassie arrived the next afternoon, I saw her makeup was smeared and she was crying. “My Mom and Dad are getting divorced! Can you give me a hug? Just hold me, please?” “Sure, come here.” I held my arms out and hugged her. We sat on the sofa and cuddled for a while. I forced myself to keep my hands away from her bottom and her chest. It was very difficult, but I looked away most of the time as she smoked. “Dad’s still working on the oil rig, so I can’t live with him. Mom is moving two states away! I’ll miss all my friends and have to get a new job. This is going to suck!” “I’m so sorry, sweetie.” I gently patted her back. She asked, “You like me, and you think I’m beautiful, right?” “Yes.” “And you have a house and pay lots of people for interviews. You must have lots of money or a good job?” “More money than I need. Much more. Why?” “I know you want to kiss me and make love to me. Would you marry me? I’ll break up with my boyfriend. Please?” I was terribly torn. There had never been anyone I wanted half as much. Nobody else had ever set off my arousal to such a degree. We got along well too, and usually had a good time just talking. I’d only done about a third of my thesis but wanted to finish it. If I were involved with her, a lot of what I had done ...
... would go out the window. She was legally and socially an adult, but I felt it would be wrong of me to marry a lady ten years younger. None of that was the biggest factor in my decision. It was selfish and quite wrong of me, but I was worried that if I married her and made love to her, she might get pregnant and QUIT SMOKING! I didn’t think I could SURVIVE that! I asked, “Why don’t you marry your boyfriend?” “I’m 19 but he’s only 18. He said he might marry me when he’s 21 but I can’t wait. Mom moves next month!” “I … Cassie … Nothing would make me happier, but I can’t. I’m so sorry, Cassie.” She bawled loudly as she jumped up and ran out and I started to cry too. I didn’t know she had a daughter at the time, but that wouldn’t have mattered to me. I like kids. Now that I know, I forgive her for not telling me. I forgive her for everything. - I had several sad months, but life continued. I started interviewing men who liked to watch women smoke. Over the next three years, I gathered most of the information I needed, but felt I was missing one final piece to my thesis puzzle. Cassie. I searched the internet but couldn’t find anything about her. After several frustrating hours, I did a search for her mother. On my first attempt, I found her new address and phone number. When I called, she told me that Cassie had moved back and was living with her old boyfriend. They were engaged and had an apartment only ten miles from me. I said I needed to ask Cassie a ...