Smoke And Mirrors, Part 13

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 13: Suzanne Takes Hold:

Still taken aback by Suzanne's new image, Phil was rather quiet as they drove
to the club. Suzanne was looking forward to getting to the club and of course
her smoking debut with Phil. She clutched her purse carefully, knowing that
it held her cigarettes.

When they arrived at the club, there were more than a hundred people waiting
in line outside. It was a wild scene. The club had large spotlights, lighting
up the sky. Finding a parking space was going to be difficult, Phil thought.

Phil, the gentleman that he was, offered to drop Suzanne by the door while he
found a parking spot. What a nice gesture, she thought to herself. Walking in
her high heels would have been quite a challenge. Carefully she slid her legs
out of the car, as Phil held the door open for her. Excitement filled the
air, as she approached the entrance to the club. She noted that most of the
people in line were not teens, but mid 20's. Everyone was well dressed. She
felt grateful to Jill for helping her with her clothes and makeup.

There were throngs of people. She waited patiently, scanning the long line.
There were intermittent clouds of smoke rising from the crowd, as people were
lighting up. She oddly felt relieved to see that some of the people in line
were smoking. She now had something in common with people who she didn't even
know. She had never really paid much attention to whether people smoked or
not. Since she had just joined the fold, this had somehow become important to
her. After all, it was sort of like being in a club, in a group. To be
accepted. She smiled knowing that she had more self-confidence. She had never
felt so mature.

She started to feel a bit nervous about how the evening would go, and her
body began to subtly remind her that it needed a cigarette.

Phil continued to search for a parking spot. What an ordeal, he thought.
Would he ever find a spot? Finally after circling the block three times, when
he was only a block away from the club, he saw a black BMW pull out.
"Finally!" he said to himself impatiently.

Phil was filled with the anticipation of possibly seeing Suzanne smoke for
him again. He knew that part of the excitement of seeing women smoke was the
anticipation he felt before they lit up. He always would think, "Will she, or
Won't she? Ahhhhh -- yes-  beautiful, she smokes!" He knew that Suzanne would
not be carded because of her new look. He would have to handle the situation
carefully, and be sure not to appear too eager to get her to smoke. He would
wait until she had had a drink, before he would offer her one. And then maybe
another, and of course another. The environment would be perfect, with the
drinking, the music and the lights.

Phil finally arrived at the front of the club. They slowly pushed their way
to the front of the line. The doorman smiled as he acknowledged their VIP
passes. He opened the door with a welcoming gesture of his hand. Hoots and
hollers were heard from the other waiting patrons. It made Suzanne feel even
more important.

The club was spectacular. It was done primarily in chrome and black leather
furniture, with both chairs and sofas scattered through out the club. Lights
were flashing everywhere. The music was loud but contemporary. There were a
number of round tables, with small candles burning in ornate crystal holders.
There were a number of small nooks where people could have privacy. A balcony
surrounded the entire club, with tables on the upper level. Suzanne had never
been to a place like this. She tried to hide her amazement.

Phil picked one of the nooks, big enough for the 3 couples. The spot also
allowed a good view of the dance floor but still offered them a bit of
privacy. After an acknowledging nod from Suzanne, Phil quickly pulled out
Suzanne's chair. Suzanne was again impressed with his manner. She smiled as
she hoped that he wouldn't be too much of a gentleman tonight.

The waitress arrived. "What can I get for you two?" she said, not even
giving Suzanne a second look. Phil quickly took the lead as he whispered to
Suzanne. "Suzanne, let me order for us. Have you ever tried Tequila?" She
shook her head saying "No, but I'm game," she said nervously.

"Two Cuervo Golds, straight up" he said. The waitress nodded and was gone in
a flash. "A shot of Tequila is great way to get the evening started. You'll
see." Phil said confidently.

Suzanne could use a bit of courage. She felt a little nervous in this trendy
nightclub. The drinks arrived rather quickly. Phil expertly demonstrated the
technique of licking the salt from his hand, as he gulped down the shot with
one toss, and quickly squeezed the contents of the lime into his open mouth.
"Okay, it's your turn," he said enthusiastically.

Suzanne followed suit. As the powerful liquid was swallowed she felt the
burning sensation, then the warmth as it hit her stomach. She immediately
started to feel the effect of the liquor on her system. She laughed sharing
her surprise, "That was wild." she said, winking.

"Glad you liked it." Phil replied.

Phil and Suzanne chatted casually about the new club waiting for the other
guests to arrive. Phil also wanted the tequila to do its job on Suzanne.
After about ten minutes, the moment of truth arrived. He slowly pulled out
his package of B&H menthol and placed them on the table. Suzanne's eyes
focused on the pack. She tried to appear nonchalant.

Phil picked up the pack and shook two cigarettes loose. Offering the pack to
Suzanne, he said, "So Suzanne, would you like to have a cigarette with me for
old time sake?"

Suzanne paused for a moment, and then shook her head from left to right,
indicating no. The look on Phil's face, saddened.

She was toying with him, and she loved it. With the continued look of
disappointment, Phil proceeded to light up. As he was about to put the
lighter back on the table, he heard her say. "Hey sailor, have you got a
light?" He looked up to see the long white cigarette dangling from Suzanne's
deep red lips. His eyes widened.

His shaking hand was expertly guided with help from Suzanne, as the lighter's
flame gently caressed the cigarette. The flame was quickly drawn deeply to
the tip, as Suzanne started her performance. Her eyes remained fixed on
Phil's face with its expression of awe. Her cheeks hollowed as she deeply
sucked on the waiting flame. After about a four second drag, she deliberately
let the smoke escape from her mouth as she executed a near perfect snap
inhale. Her chest rose as she deeply inhaled a long drag. A smile of total
satisfaction appeared on her face. She held the smoke for a moment. Slowly
she exhaled the smoke, in a long continuous funnel that continued to grow and
grow. Phil watched the performance as if mesmerized. He was not only
instantly hard, but felt that he had nearly wet his pants with the semen that
was escaping from his hardened penis. He was totally speechless.

Suzanne paused then broke the long moment of silence. "So, what do you think
about the new me?" she said naughtily.

Phil was still in awe, as his eyes devoured the image of Suzanne so expertly
posing with the long cigarette. He finally stuttered. "Where did you learn to
smoke like that?

"I thought you didn't know how to smoke?" he said with continued amazement.

"Well, it's a long story." she said giggling to herself, as she again took
another long satisfying drag.

"Tell me, tell me?" Phil said excitedly.

Suzanne went on to tell her story - how she had discovered that her roommate
Jill smoked.

I knew it, Phil thought; my radar never lets me down.

"I was still a little drunk after our date last week. Jill insisted that I
show her that I knew how I smoke, so I did it just the way you showed me. She
was really good about not making fun of me. She said I could use a few tips
on style and how to inhale. She showed me how to smoke properly. Well, what
can I say, I was a good student." she said smiling.

Phil could not hold back. "That's amazing. Do you like smoking, Suzanne?" he
said excitedly.

"Well, at first I was a bit concerned, you know the health risks?" she said
seriously as she took another long hit. "But after a while, I got more used
to it. I found that I was really starting to enjoy it, even look forward to
it. That isn't strange? Is it?"

Phil shook his head trying not to be too enthusiastic.

"Yes, I like it, Phil. I like it a lot." she said with commitment in her
voice. The Tequila had given her the courage to say what her body had
subconsciously been saying for days.

"I just find it so relaxing.  All my friends smoke, including you. It was
inevitable that I should start smoking too. Don't you think?" she questioned
with a logical tone of voice.

"After all, it was you who gave me my first cigarette." She said winking.

Phil blushed and his member hardened even more.

"Well, you did try one in high school." he said with slight embarrassment. "I
must admit, you certainly look like you are enjoying it. You do it with such
style. You're a natural. And those long cigarettes look so sexy." he said
smiling.

"Thank you. I have practiced on my style." She said, as she smiled, recalling
her episode in the bathroom this morning.

"I decided that I would just smoke during my college years. That's all. Then
I'll quit. It's no big deal. Right?" she said.

"Right," Phil said, rather weakly. He knew that the way that Suzanne was
smoking, inhaling deeply each and every time that she was probably hooked
already. If Suzanne continued to smoke like that for the next four years, she
would find it impossible to quit. No matter what this naïve girl thought, she
wouldn't be able to quit even if she wanted to.

Phil thought to himself. Jill had been quite a teacher. He had planted the
seed, but it had been Jill who had transformed Suzanne into the sexy smoker
that was seated across from him. He looked forward to getting to know Jill a
bit better, quite a bit better. Just at that moment, the two other couples
arrived.

The evening progressed well with lots of dancing and numerous rounds of
drinks. With everyone at the table smoking, Suzanne unconsciously fell into
the group's smoking rhythm, continuing to light up at every opportunity,
feeding the ever-growing want inside her.

During the course of the evening, Phil offered her one of his B&H's. She
enjoyed their rich taste and was amazed at the volume of smoke that she was
able to exhale with his full flavored cigarettes. She realized that despite
the fact she was nearly chain-smoking, there weren't any signs of discomfort
or dizziness. They were now a thing of the past. She made a mental note, to
someday pick up a pack of Phil's brand for a change.

It soon became evident to her that whenever she lit up, Phil's eyes became
transfixed on her. She could actually see that it excited him. She liked the
feeling of power and control her smoking seemed to have over him.

She soon started to feel the effects of the many rounds of drinks that had
continued to appear magically. With the other couples now on the dance floor,
Phil and Suzanne were finally alone. The new Suzanne, now a little drunk and
filled with liquid courage, was about to do something that the old Suzanne
would have never ever considered. Moving her chair closer to Phil, she picked
up a fresh cigarette, waiting for Phil to offer her a light. As she leaned in
to get closer to the lighter, she deliberately put her left hand on the
inside of Phil's thigh to brace herself. Luckily, the tablecloth shielded his
legs. His hand holding the lighter shook ever so slightly. She let her hand
linger. As she slowly exhaled, her hand slowly moved closer to Phil's pulsing
organ. She slowly placed her hand on his crotch. She felt that his penis was
rock hard and erect. Phil's eyes widened with surprise. Suzanne's hair slowly
fell over half of her face, providing the mysterious look that Jill had
created.

Phil's fully pleated trousers allowed room for Suzanne's probing fingers. She
carefully was able to wrap her fingers around his manhood. She felt him
shudder with the excitement of her touch. He did not pull away, but continued
to smile sheepishly. Thoughts started to race through his head. This was no
Catholic high school girl, this was a woman filled with sexual desire. He had
definitely underestimated this young girl.

"I see my smoking has quite an effect on you Phil." She said, smiling as she
again exhaled a long plume of smoke over Phil's head. Phil blushed.

Phil began to stutter as he searched for appropriate words to defend himself.
Suzanne was quick to interrupt. "It's not a problem, Phil. I understand," as
she accentuated the word "understand" She smiled wickedly and gently squeezed
his throbbing penis one more time. "So what should we do about-. this?" She
again applied some gentle pressure to the hardened appendage. Beads of sweat
started to form on his brow, as he tried to disguise his excitement. His
penis was now nearly vertical, as it searched for more room in his pants.
With his penis now standing at full attention, she continued to gently stroke
its undersides with her searching fingers. Phil was ready to explode.

"Well, first thing," he said stammering, "We had better get out of here!"

"A great idea, Phil," she said slyly. "And where pray tell, are we going to
go?" Suzanne said rather seductively.

"Well, I live by myself. We can go to my place?" Phil offered.

With a quick kiss on Phil's cheek, she gave him one last squeeze with her
fingers and finally released him from her blissful grasp. Phil groaned with
pleasure. She quickly took an extra deep inhale.

"Oh that sounds absolutely delightful," Suzanne said, as the smoke escaped
with her every word. "I presume you have protection, Phil? Don't you?" she
said sexily. Suzanne had been well taught about the importance of protection
to avoid pregnancy and especially STD's.

"Oh yes, I have a good supply," he said nervously.

"A `good' supply?" Suzanne remarked. "Was there a sale on at the drug store?"
she giggled. Phil again was taken aback by  Suzanne's aggressiveness.

At that moment, the couples returned from their dance. Suzanne crushed out
her 10th cigarette of the evening. Suzanne quickly got the attention of the
group. Mischievously she told the group that "they were sorry that they had
to leave so early, but Phil had a pulsating headache." The use of the word
"pulsating" was not lost on Jill. That little scamp, she thought. They were
about to go off somewhere and screw each other's brains out.

Suzanne's transformation had not only changed her look, but also her
confidence. Suzanne was about to lose her virginity. She knew it. It's those
damn long cigarettes, she thought, smiling. I may just have to change my
brand, she smiled to herself.

Suzanne gathered her things, but this time decided to carry her cigarettes
and lighter in her hand. It was sort of a symbolic gesture of her coming out.
She wanted people to see that she smoked. She held the lovely green and white
pack in her right hand. The other was carefully placed over Phil's hand. She
squeezed his hand one more time. It was a sign of things to come. She was
ready to lose her virginity.

"It's a woman thing," she thought to herself smiling as she was reminded by
the sight of the package in her right hand. And that was what she about to
become.

They say that a cigarette after sex is an ultimate pleasure, adding to the
intimacy of the moment. She would soon see.

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