Kaleidoscope Eyes, Part 2

KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

by uciboy

PART II

When Kim woke up the next morning about 11 am, she couldn't understand why
she had such a bitter taste in her mouth.  And what was that smell?  It was
all over her clothes, in her hair. The middle and index fingers on her right
hand felt sore and she found red marks on them, as if they had been burned.
What happened last night, she thought to herself.


It all seemed a bit blurry now.  She remembered spending time at the party
with her friends and Angela; and she knew that she came home late and found
her mom sleeping on the couch as she waited up for her daughter.  But she
couldn't remember much of anything else. She was pretty sure that she wasn't
drinking - but why did she feel like she had a hang-over.


Suddenly the phone rang.  It was Angela.

"How you feelin' girl-friend."

"Kinda weird.  What happened last night?"

"Oh my God, I'm still trying to figure it out myself.  Too many Coronas, I'm
sure.  And my chest aches from all that smoking.  I just remember we had a
great time.  And you were so wild last night!"

"Coronas? Wild? Smoking?" Kim asked in disbelief.  "What are you talking
about, Angela?  I don't remember any of that at Betty's party."

"Betty's party? I'm talking about the rave club we went to downtown, Kimmie!
Girl, you were smokin' last night - both figuratively and physically!  Don't
you remember any of it?"

Kim was speechless.

"Listen," Angela said, "I'm calling you on my cell phone and am just a few
minutes from your house.  You said last night your Dad was out of town and
your Mom and sister were both gone for the weekend, right?  Okay, so I'll be
there soon.  I think I have something that will help you remember our little
outing."

Kim was even more confused now - and scared that she had no memory of what
happened the night before.  She got dressed and was walking out of her
bedroom when Angela knocked on the door.

"Hey, you don't look so bad for a girl who got home at 4 am.  And your eyes
don't have that glassy-look anymore?"

"Angela," Kim said with some distress, "I have no recollection of going
downtown with you.  The last thing I remember is that you and I arrived at
Betty's party.  And I remember coming home.  That's it."

"So you have no memory of us together on the patio, or what happened with
Betty, or of dancing all night with those two hot guys?  Nothing?"

"Not a thing," Kim responded.

"Well," Angela said as she reached into her pocket, "maybe this will jar your
memory."  She handed Kim a pack of Virginia Slims 120's Menthols.  "You left
these in my pocket when you dropped me off at home."  

"These are mine?" Kim asked in shock as she examined the pack.  "But I don't
smoke.  I'm president of the No-Butts...."


"Yeah, yeah, I know - just pull one out and smell it," Angela instructed.

Kim reached into the pack and pulled out a cigarette and was surprised at
their length.  "I bought these?" she asked once again.  

"Just smell it, girl-friend."

When Kim slid the cigarette under nose, she felt a rush through her body.
"Oh, yes," she whispered with her eyes half-closed, "I remember now."  She
put the cigarette between her lips and Angela leaned over to light it.  Kim
closed her eyes, puffed slowly and sat back, letting loose a slow exhale
through her nose.  When she opened her eyes, the glassy appearance had
returned.

"That's the Kim I know," Angela said with great satisfaction as she lit her
own Benson and Hedges.  "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you chose
Virginia Slims at the convenience store last night after we left Betty's
party.  They are so sexy, afterall - and you certainly ooze sex-appeal.  In
fact, you had those guys eating out of your hands at the rave club.  I can't
even count how many people you turned into smokers."

"It's my duty," Kim answered after a nose-inhale.

"I hope your Mom won't be home anytime soon," Angela said with some concern,
"otherwise there will be some explaining to do as to why the house smells
like smoke."

"She's at a conference up North and won't be back until tomorrow evening.  My
sister is staying with a friend and will be back tomorrow morning.  But I
wouldn't worry."  Kim lifted the long cigarette and held it just beyond the
reach of her lips.  "They'll soon understand the pleasures of smoking."

"You are so wicked, Kimmie" Angela shouted as she flicked some ash into a
candy jar on the coffee table.  "I can't stay.  I'm on my way to work now,
but I'll call you this afternoon.  Here's that second pack of cigarettes we
bought last night.  We'll talk later about your new found 'powers' over
non-smokers," she said with a grin and headed out the door.

_________________

A few minutes after Angela left, the phone rang.  It was Betty.

"Kimmie, I need to talk to you.  I can't explain why, but ever since I met
with you on the patio at the party last night I have had these uncontrollable
urges to smoke.  The cravings were so bad that after the party I told my Mom
I had to take a friend home just so that I could drive to the nearest 7-11
and buy a pack of cigarettes."


"I'm glad to hear that," Kim told her with great satisfaction.  "Don't fight
the urges, Betty.  Accept them; embrace them."

"Well, I have."  Kim could hear the flick of a lighter over the receiver as
Betty paused for a moment.  "I never thought I would enjoy smoking - but I
do.  I absolutely love it!  But here is my problem:  my boyfriend Tom doesn't
smoke, and as I lit a cigarette this morning when we went out together he had
a total shit-fit.  So I need your help, Kim."  Another pause and then the
hissing sound of an exhale.  "I need you to make Tom a smoker so that he will
enjoy it as much as I do, and more important, so that I won't have to quit."

"You're a good person to want to share this pleasure with Tom," Kim replied
in a whisper, "and you've always been a good friend to me. I'll help you,
Betty.  Bring him by tonight at 6 pm and I'll take care of everything."

Kim immediately called Angela and left a message on her cell phone. "Angela,
you were right about Betty.  She's bringing by a friend tonight at 6 pm so
that he can be 'initiated.'  Call your Mom to tell her you're staying over at
my house.  Oh - and buy some more cigarettes; we're going to have some fun
this weekend."

When Kim hung up the receiver and turned to go to her room, she caught a
glimpse of her reflection in the hallway mirror.  This was the first time
that she saw the physical affect that smoking had over her with her eyes
shining luminously.  She brought the cigarette up to her lips and made the
tip burn brightly.  She opened her mouth wide to view the white ball of smoke
and inhaled it with a snap.  She slowly exhaled a thick column towards the
beauty in the mirror and said, "We have much to do."

___________________

Kim took off her shirt, pants, and panties before sitting down on the bed in
her room, intent on fully exploring this new pleasure that she discovered
only the night before.  One aspect she had noticed was the sensations that
smoking had on her sexually - a tingling sensation between her legs that she
had never felt before, even when she had been aroused by boy friends in the
past.  She wanted to know how far she could take this feeling.

Grabbing a cup off of her night stand, she stubbed out the cigarette she had
started with Angela and lit a new one.  She began to caress her breasts as
she inhaled a succession of deep puffs, rhythmically tapping the ash into the
cup and bringing the cigarette back up to her lips for more.  Her fingers
slid down her belly and rested between her legs as she slowly began to stroke
her clit.  Her bulbs were sensitive and puffy, and she began to whimper as
liquid oozed from her vagina.  Again and again she inhaled puff after puff,
the nicotine shooting through her body with a force that was made stronger
with this extra stimulation.  


As Kim inserted her fingers into her vagina, she began to focus her thoughts
on the act of smoking itself.  She imagined how sexy she looked with a
cigarette and how wonderfully wicked it felt to be a smoker.  Her fingers
began to move more quickly, intensifying the sensations through her body.
She thought of the experience the night before with Angela at the rave club,
dancing and drinking all night with strangers; allowing the "new Kim" to
become fully developed.  Kim lit a fresh cigarette freehand as her fingers
continued to work her pussy.  She wanted this feeling to last forever.  Her
thoughts moved to Betty and how she had somehow had the power to make her
friend smoke.  This turned her on more than any other image - blowing smoke
into Betty's face and watching her become addicted before her eyes.  And now
she would do the same to Tom.  

"Oh yes, I'm going to turn them into smokers."  Her fingers moved quicker.
"I want to make the whole world smoke."  Her breathing intensified as she
felt the pleasure building-up within her.   "I'm going to make them obey me!
Yes, yes, obey - Ahhh!!"  Kim felt her entire body tense up like it was being
twisted and released simultaneously.  She sucked hard, as hard as she could
on the Virginia Slim and inhaled deeply.  When the wall of smoke forced its
way into her lungs she gasped as she felt her pussy explode with pleasure.
Out of breath, her fingers came to a halt and she lay there on the bed naked,
wisps of smoke emanating from her nostrils and mouth.  She dropped the
cigarette into the cup, slid down flat onto the covers, and rested before
gaining the strength to repeat the process.  

END PART II

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