My Smoky Ladies - chapter 3 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 3

... know she had any kids. I met them in the driveway and carried her suitcase inside. I saw she had a large bruise on her left forearm, a smaller one on her left cheek, and a brace on her right wrist. “What happened, Cassie? I was worried.”

“Let’s get Carrie and Sherry something to eat and put them to bed. Then we can talk.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Girls, this is Craig. He’s my friend and we’re going to stay with him a little while, okay?” They nodded.

I made a pizza and the little girls happily devoured two pieces each. I led them down the hall. “The kids can stay in the guest room over here.”

She got the girls into their pajamas, and I lifted them into bed. She told them, “We’re going downstairs to talk. You go to sleep, and I’ll check on you in a little while.”

“Good night.” “Nite nite, Mom.”

“Goodnight.” She leaned down and kissed their foreheads.

I followed her downstairs, then sat on the basement sofa with her as she lit a cigarette. I asked, “So what happened? Are you okay?”

She was teary-eyed as she began her story. “Tim and I were having money trouble a long time. Our car got repossessed yesterday and we had a big argument about it. I thought he sent in the payments! This morning a deputy came to evict us from our house! I had no idea what was going on! I asked Tim and he wouldn’t give me a straight answer.

I got upset and called him a few things, then he grabbed my arm and slapped me. I decided I had enough and hit him back. I punched him right in ...

... the nose, so hard I sprained my wrist. He ran, screaming and trailing blood, like a little girl surprised by her first period. I’m done with that BITCH of a BOY!” Her face showed an angry smile. I didn’t know an angry smile was even possible.

“The deputy saw the whole thing and grabbed him. He’s in jail until at least court on Monday but we don’t have a place to live now. They changed the locks and they’re going to throw all our things away tomorrow! What are we going to do?”

“I’m going to rent a moving van and bring your stuff here tomorrow. Next, we get you a good divorce lawyer.”

“Thank you!” She gave me a smokey kiss, inspiring my heart to melt and my groin to swell. “I appreciate it a lot. Really, thank you so much.” I didn’t like the smell or taste of cigarette smoke, but her kiss fulfilled the dream I’d had for half a decade.

She kissed me again and enticingly said, “I don’t really want sex tonight, but I guess I could smoke your sausage.” She licked her lips and rested a hand on my upper thigh. She looked into my eyes as she smiled seductively.

The scientist in me stupidly took charge as I made an important discovery. I committed a terrible error by admitting, “Cassie, I just noticed something. The whole time we were down here, I didn’t stare at your mouth or follow your cigarette with my eyes. Tonight, your safety and happiness are more important to me than the smoking. I really care about you now.”

“WHAT?”

“Until tonight, I was so obsessed with ...