Chain Reaction, Part 2

    Here's part two of my story. This story contains adult themes so if these
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    CHAIN REACTION


    Part 2: Hooked for good


    Lisa woke up early that morning and walked downstairs for some breakfast.
She sat down and munched on some muffins her little sister had made. Her mom
was still asleep but would be waking up soon.


    She got up and fixed herself some coffee, a ritual her father had taught
her at the age of 11. Since then she had a cup of coffee every morning before
going to school. Of course, she didn't have school today so she sat at the
kitchen table and sipped on her coffee for a while.


    A few minutes later her mom stumbled into the kitchen and fixed herself
some coffee. "Hi sweetie," did you have fun last night?" her mom asked pouring
herself some coffee. "Yes mom," Lisa answered. She heard a familiar sound and
she turned around to see her mom lighting a VS Superslim as she usually did in
the morning. All of a sudden, last night's events poured into her mind and she
suddenly wanted a cigarette. She watched her mom take that first long drag and
inhale it immediately. She sat down and to Lisa's growing frustration blew the
smoke right at Lisa's face. Lisa breathed in deeply smelling the sweet smell
of cigarette smoke and that made her want one even more. Her mom took another
long drag and exhaled it towards the ceiling after inhaling deeply. God, I
can't believe I used to get on mom's case about smoking Lisa thought to
herself.


    Her dad didn't smoke but he used to and he actually liked having his wife
smoke cigarettes in his presence. He often commented on how she looked great
when she smoked when he thought no one could hear him but her. Lisa found that
strange and wondered if all guys were like that.


    Then a thought hit her: what would Darryk think about her smoking. She
didn't want to break up with him. She was beginning to fall for him. She
decided she would not tell him until the right time and that time she decided
was after she knew that he was also falling for her.


    Her mom crushed out her first cigarette and immediately chained into
another as she always did in the morning. She took a quick double pump and
inhaled deeply. Lisa was aching for a cigarette by the time her mom had
finished her second cigarette.


    The phone rang and Lisa jumped up to answer it. It was Terry. "Oh hi
Terry," Lisa said. "Hey Lisa. Racheal and I are going to the mall and we
thought you would like to come. Sara and Trisha are going. You wanna come?"
Terry asked. "Boy would I," answered enthusiastically. "Hey Terry. Where could
I go and buy some cigarettes? Being underage and all you know," Lisa asked
being sure to speak softly enough not to be heard by her mom. Terry laughed
knowingly. "No problem. Go to that Shell station over by the Winn Dixie.
That's where I get mine. So you've decided to smoke huh?" Terry asked
cheerily. "Yeah. My mom lit up this morning and I just had to have one," Lisa
said heading for her bathroom. "Well I'll see you at 10:30. Bye," Terry said
hanging up.


    Lisa hungup and dialed Sara's number. Sara answered. "Hi Sara," Lisa said.
"Oh hi Lise. You going with us today?" she asked. "You bet. Hey, Sara I need
to ask you something," Lisa asked making sure her mom wasn't around. "The
answer is yes. I am going to keep on smoking," she said anticipating her
friend's question. "Are you?" Sara asked. "Shit yeah," Lisa said. "I am going
to pick a pack up at the shell station on my way there," Lisa anwered. They
sat and chatted a while as they prepared to go to the mall together.


    At about 10:00, Lisa left for the mall making a minor course correction to
stop at the shell station. She pulled up to the small gas station and walked
in. A young looking man stood behind the counter. He looked up as she
approached the counter. "Can I help you?" he asked putting down the magazine
he was reading which, to Lisa's disgust, she noticed to be a Playboy magazine
turned to a page featuring a woman with drastically enhanced breasts. She
looked away in disgust and turned her attention to the clerk. "Yes, I need a
pack of Capri 120's menthol," she said. She had decided on those the night
before. "She hand him the money as she took the cigarettes and her change and
put the cigarettes into her purse.


    She got into her car and put the key into the ignition. She immediately
tore open the pack of cigarettes and pulled on of the skinny cigarettes. She
examined it closely. It was long and much skinnier than Terry's. She pushed in
the car lighter and put the cigarette into her mouth. The lighter popped and
she brought the lighter to the end of the cigarette and took a experimental
puff noting the taste a little more to her liking. She inhaled the smoke and
felt no urge to cough. she replaced the lighter to its slot and exhaled a
thick stream of smoke. She realize suddenly that she would need a lighter and
went back in and purchased a small bic. She picked up the still burning
cigarette and puffed on it lightly then taking a longer drag inhaling the
smoke. She had become used to the longer drags quickly and began to like
taking in as much smoke as possible and then holding in the smoke as long as
possible.


    She drove the rest of the way taking drags periodically on her cigarette.
She crushed it out as she parked by the Parisians doors where she saw her
friends waiting. She hopped out of her car and walked up to them.


    "Hi," she said happily. "We gonna go in?"


    "Yeah sure," Racheal said walking into the door. "Why don't we eat first."
They all agreed and made their way to the food court. They chose a seat and
they all went and got their food. They ate their food chatting about their
summer plans and all the other things teenage girls talk about. They finished
their food and Racheal and Terry immediately lit up a cigarette.


    Lisa felt a sudden excitement as she reached into her purse and extracted
her new pack of cigarettes. "Hey," Terry said. "I see you got your own
cigarettes," she said taking a drag on her cigarette. Lisa calmly pulled out a
cigarette from her pack and put it in her mouth. She turned the sparkwheel and
touched the flame to the end of the cigarette. She sucked hard and inhaled
deeply feeling the smoke soak into her lungs. She exhaled the smoke and
grinned. "Yeah I decided to try these," she said taking another drag. "Well,
do you like them?" Racheal asked. "Yeah. It's the best of both worlds," she
said exhaling the drag. Sara finished her lunch and took out a pack of B&H
Menthols. She lit one and inhaled a large drag. She exhaled a large cloud of
smoke above her head.


    Trisha had failed to light a cigarette yet and Sara wondered aloud about
that fact. Trisha blushed. "I don't have any," Trisha said quietly. "Well here
girl have one of mine," Lisa said offered her friend a cigarette. "Thanks
Lise," Trisha said taking the cigarette blushing even more. Lisa offered her a
light. Trisha took a small experimental puff tasting the long Capri 120 and
inhaled the tiny puff. "Hmm...," she said exhaling a small stream of smoke. "I
think I like these," she said taking another drag, deeper this time and held
it in for a while before finally releasing the smoke. "Yeah they are great
aren't they," Lisa commented taking another deep drag. She inhaled it and
slowly exhaled it towards the ceiling. Sara piped up. "Those sure are long,"
she commented taking another drag off her shorter cigarette. "Yeah and that
mean they last longer," Racheal said taking a drag off her VS 120. They all
sat there and smoked until all of them were through and went out for a little
shopping. Lisa ended up have six cigarettes with her new friends.


    As she drove home, she lit lit her eighth cigarette cigarette of the day.
She inhaled that first drag and felt the nicotine do its thing calming her
nerves. She crushed it out, half finished as she pulled into the driveway of
her large middle-class house. She poped in a breath mint and sprayed a little
perfume on her to mask her new found habit.


    She walked and greeted her mom, sitting on the couch reading and smoking a
cigarette. Lisa went up to her room and put down two bags and went back
downstairs. Her mom was just crushing out her cigarette as she walked in the
living room. "Hi honey. Did you have fun?" she asked her daughter cheerily.
"Yeah I did," she answered. "What did you get?" she asked. "Well I got a pair
of jeans and a shirt," and a pack of cigarettes she thought to herself.


    With that she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange
juice and sat down reading a Cosmopolitan Magazine left there by her mom. She
was flipping through the pages when she came across a page advertising for
Capri cigarettes. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a need to smoke a cigarette.
She just sat there and stared at the woman in the advertisement and felt a
wave of envy. She then heard her mom light a cigarette in the living room and
smelled the sweet smell of cigarette smoke invade the room. She walked in and
sat on the couch and watched her mom smoke. Her mom took a long leisurely drag
on the VS Superslim and inhale the smoke. She wathced as her mom let out a
long exhale right at Lisa. "Oh I'm sorry dear.....," her mom began but saw the
reaction Lisa had by being enveloped by the smoke she had just exhaled. Lisa
had her eyes closed inhaling deeply and then opening her eyes and staring
straight at her mom.


    "Lisa, how long have you been smoking?" her mom asked taking a drag. "What
are you talking about mom? I don't smoke!" she said nervously. "Don't fuck
with me Lisa. How long?" she asked again. Lisa couldn't lie to her mom
anymore. "I started last night I swear," she said in resignation. "I don't
believe you," she said inhaling a deep drag. "The way you tried to inhale my
smoke I know you've been smoking for longer than that." "No I swear to god,"
she said innocently. "You can ask Sara and Trisha," she said in defense of
herself. "I guess they started too, huh," she said crushing out her cigarette.
"Yeah they did," Lisa admitted. "Well then I guess you are going to want to
smoke from now on," she said chaining into another cigarette. Lisa's eyes
brightened. "Could I?" she asked hopefully. "Well you'll do it behind my back
whether or not I say so or not, huh," Lisa nodded defiantly. "I guess so," she
said exhaling a cloud of smoke.


    Lisa clapped her hands quickly and ran and got her cigarettes and lighter
out of her purse and ran back into the living room. She quickly lit up and
took a huge drag, partly for showing off and partly since she was being
tortured by her mom's smoking. She inhaled the drag and exhaled the longest
plume of smoke ever. "Well, you certainly look like a veteran smoker," her mom
commented. "And I can tell by the way you sucked on that thing that you are
hooked for good." Lisa thought about that as she took another drag and inhaled
it. I guess I am she said realizing that what she had felt was a nicotine
craving. She didn't care she thought exhaling a long stream at the ceiling.
She like it too much to care about being addicted.


    After she had finished her cigarette, she ran upstairs and called Trisha,
Sara, Racheal, and Terry telling them what had happened. It turned out Racheal
and Terry were already smoking at home and had been for years. She felt so
much like celebrating so she lit up another Capri 120 and took a long drag and
then mimicking her mom took another drag for her first double pump of her life
and decided to do that on every one of her cigarettes at least once.


    End of Part 2

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