Smoking Stories

This story was submitted on March 4th 2026 by a visitor who whishes to remain anonymous (same author as You’re missing out, Rewired and Revenge: a dish best served with smoke stories). If you have a story to submit it’s right here !

 “That was a really good speech you gave. “You’re coming to the party tonight, right?” Tim, the boy who lived at the house where the party was going to be, asked her as they sat in the last row of the auditorium, their eyes glued to the stage where their classmates were collecting their diplomas.

“I don’t know, I’ve never really been to parties before,” she replied, her voice a soft melody of uncertainty.

“What? Valedictorian and never been to a party? That’s a crime,” he said, smirking. His eyes twinkled with mischief, a stark contrast to her nervousness.

“Well, I have studied a lot,” she said, blushing slightly. “But okay, I’ll come. Just for a little while.” The party was a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces and music that vibrated through her chest. She clutched her soda tightly, the condensation leaving wet rings on the wooden coffee table. Tim appeared, a bottle of beer in his hand. “You’ve gotta try this,” he insisted, his grin infectious. The beer was cold and bubbly, and she took a tentative sip. It was bitter, but she didn’t hate it. They talked about their plans for the future, their shared love for science, and their mutual dread of the looming college applications.

As the evening grew darker, he suggested they move to a quieter spot upstairs. The room was a haze of smoke that made her eyes water. She coughed and waved the air in front of her face. “You okay?” he asked, a concerned look in his eyes. “Yeah, it’s just… I’ve never been in a room like this,” she said, trying to sound casual.

He took her hand and led her through the fog to the kitchen where he grabbed another beer from the fridge. “Sherri do You want one?

“Okay,” she nodded, feeling the first warm buzz from the one she’d been nursing. He cracked it open and handed it to her, his fingers brushing against hers in the exchange. They went back to the room, and she took a sip, feeling more at ease with each swig. Tim leaned in close, his breath warm against her cheek. “Want to try something else?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before kissing her, the smoke from his lungs mingling with her own breath. She tasted the faint sweetness of the smoke, and for a moment, she didn’t mind the fog that surrounded them. His friends giggled in the corner, passing a bong between them. She felt a rush of excitement, tinged with fear. She’d heard about these things before, but never experienced them herself. The room grew hazier as they kissed, and she felt the weight of their judgment, but she didn’t pull away. His hands found their way to her waist, and she didn’t protest. This was new, this was thrilling, and she didn’t want it to end. When they finally broke apart, she took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

“Do you want more?” Tim asked, gesturing to the bong.

“More of what?” she replied, her voice a little too loud in the dense silence. She was tipsy and didn’t quite understand his question.

He leaned in again, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “This,” he said, taking a deep hit from the bong and then kissing her, forcing the smoke into her mouth.

She choked, coughing violently, her eyes watering as she realized what he had done. But before she could protest, his arms were around her, holding her tightly. The room spun, and she felt a warmth spread through her body, her thoughts becoming a tangled mess. The smoke cleared, and she saw his friends had left.

Tim looked at her with a grin, his eyes glazed over. You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with his own high. “I think so,” she murmured, trying to stand on legs that felt like jelly. The edges of the room grew fuzzy, and she clung to him for balance. Tim chuckled, his grip on her tightening. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long,” he whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “But you’re so smart, so pretty… I was scared you wouldn’t give me the time of day.” Her heart raced, the beer and the smoke mixing together to make her feel light-headed and brave. She pushed him away slightly, a wobbly smile on her lips. “Nobody’s ever asked me out,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. Looking into her eyes, he said, “You are so beautiful. It’s intimidating.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words. No one had ever called her beautiful before. It was a revelation that made her feel both elated and self-conscious. She looked down at her feet, the floor seeming to tilt beneath her. “No one has ever said that to me,” she admitted. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer again.

“Would you like some more?” he asked, holding the bong out to her. Her heart thumped in her chest. She nodded, the word “yes” escaping her lips before she could think it through. He took a monstrous hit and leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. As their lips met, he exhaled slowly, filling her mouth with the warm, sweet smoke. She didn’t cough and he tells her, “hold it in”, She did as he said, watching herself in the mirror, her chest heaving as she held the smoke inside her. When she could bear it no longer, she pulled away, and the smoke billowed from her mouth like a dragon’s breath. She giggled, her eyes meeting his in the mirror across the room. The reflection showed a girl with hair wild and eyes sparkling with mischief. The high washed over her in waves, and she grabbed Tim, pulling him into a passionate kiss. The smoke danced between them, a visual representation of the connection that had just been formed. His arms wrapped around her, and he kissed her deeply, his thumb tracing circles on the small of her back. The room swirled, and she felt like she was floating. “I’m high,” she murmured against his lips. “I know,” he whispered back. “But you’re safe here with me.”

And as the night grew darker, the party grew louder, and the lines between reality and the haze grew blurrier, she realized that for the first time in her life, she didn’t mind letting go of control. She was in the arms of a boy who thought she was beautiful, and she had tasted a freedom she never knew existed. Tim’s hand found its way to her chest, his touch tentative at first, then growing more assured as she didn’t pull away. He felt the firmness of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, and she gasped into his mouth. It was a sensation that she had read about in books but had never felt before. The thrill of it all was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of desire and fear. They kissed deeply, the potent mix of beer and pot making her senses swim. She felt alive, electrified, as his fingers played with the hem of her shirt. But he didn’t go further. He knew she was high for the first time, her judgment clouded by the unfamiliar sensations. He was a gentleman, despite the party animal façade he put on for his friends. They broke apart, panting, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He grinned, that mischievous glint still in his eyes. “Let’s go find somewhere quieter,” he suggested, taking her hand and leading her down the hallway. The floor felt spongy under her feet, and she stumbled slightly. He steadied her, and she leaned into him, feeling a sense of security amidst the chaos. The music grew distant, the laughter and shouts of the party fading into the background as they stumbled into his room. It was a mess of posters and dirty laundry, but to her, it was a sanctuary from the overwhelming world outside. He closed the door, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of a single desk lamp. They sat on the bed, their bodies close, and he put an arm around her. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Yeah,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed. “It’s just… I’ve never felt like this before.” He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “I know,” he said, his eyes searching hers. “But you’re safe here with me.” And with those words, she felt a rush of trust, a bond formed in the haze of a room that seemed to pulse with the beat of their hearts. They kissed again, and she knew that she was crossing a line, that there was no going back. But in that moment, she didn’t care. She wanted this, she wanted him, and she was going to take the leap. Her hand found the button of her jeans, and she started to unzip them. He stopped her, a look of concern flashing across his face. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she said, her voice firm. “I want to.” He says that is sweet. But not while your are high for the first time. You may wake up and hate me. She looks at him stoned and says, but i thought you said i was beautiful. He looks at her and say, you are beyond beautiful. If you want me, you will still want me tomorrow and we can talk. They enjoy themselves as he kisses her and fondles her breasts. She is so turned on, she has never felt like this before. After an hour, he looks at her and says I should get you home. She smiles and says “ok”

He walks her home to her door to make sure she is ok and he heads home. Her mother see that she walked home and is ok. She also sees she is a little drunk, so she thinks.. She is 18 valedictorian and she went out and finally had fun. She is happy for her..

The next morning, she wakes up with the sun streaming through her window, the room spinning like a carnival ride. Her mouth was dry, and her head pounded with the rhythm of a drumline. She reached for her phone, squinting at the time. 10 AM. The events of the night before swam before her eyes, a kaleidoscope of smoke and laughter and Tim’s sweet, insistent kisses. She sitts up, the room tilting dangerously, and took a deep breath. The smell of pot still clung to her hair and clothes, a musky reminder of the night’s escapades. Her thoughts were a jumble of emotions. Excitement at the kisses she had shared with Tim, fear at the realization that she had been so out of control, and confusion about what she had wanted in that moment. She thinks about what she said. “I want too” What was i thinking, but he is so sweet he didn’t take advantage of me. He is so cute, but is this real? She showered, letting the water wash away the fog of the night, and tried to piece together the events in her mind. She had never felt so alive, so…human. But she had also never felt so lost. Her mother called her down for breakfast, and she padded downstairs, her head still pounding. Her parents were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. They looked up at her, smiles on their faces. “How was the party, sweetheart?” her mother asked. “It was fine,” she said, her voice a little too high. She sat down at the table, and her father pushed a plate of eggs and toast towards her. She took a bite, the food feeling like sandpaper in her mouth. She had to tell someone about what had happened, about the way Tim had made her feel. But she couldn’t. Not yet. It was too new, too raw, too…different. The day dragged on, a blur of TV and naps. She couldn’t stop thinking about Tim, about his touch, about the way he had looked at her in the mirror. She picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over his name. Should she text him? Thank him? Tell him she had a good time? But what if he didn’t remember? What if he had just used her? The fear crept in, wrapping around her like a snake, squeezing the joy out of her heart.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across her bedroom floor, she heard a knock at the door. She froze, her heart racing. Was it Tim? Had he come to see her? She took a deep breath and opened the door, her hand shaking. But it wasn’t Tim standing there. It was Rachel, her best friend since childhood, her eyes wide with curiosity. “You okay?” Rachel asked, her voice concerned. Rachel had seen her stumble into her house the night before, her eyes glazed and her cheeks flushed. She had promised not to say anything, but the question hung in the air like a cloud of unspoken words. “Yeah,” she said, trying to sound normal. “I just had a little too much to drink.” Rachel nodded, her eyes searching hers. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Just a weird dream,” she lied, stepping aside to let Rachel in. Rachel knew her too well to be fooled, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You can tell me anything,” Rachel said gently. “You know that, right?” The dam broke, and she found herself spilling out the story, the kisses and the smoke and the way she had felt in Tim’s arms. Rachel listened, her expression a mix of shock and awe. When she was done, Rachel squeezed her hand. “You had fun,” she said simply. “And you’re allowed to do that.” The weight lifted slightly, and she managed a small smile. “I think I might have liked it too much.” Rachel leaned in, her voice a whisper. “It’s okay to like things, even if they’re a little scary. Just remember who you are, and you’ll be fine.” They talked into the night, the shadows dancing on the wall as they dissected the party and their own fears. Rachel was her rock, the one person who had always been there for her. As they finally fell asleep, she felt a little less lost.

The next day, she found herself walking to Tim’s house. It was a short trip, but her heart pounded with every step. She had never been so nervous. When she arrived, her hand hovered over the doorbell, her stomach a tornado of butterflies. Finally, she pushed the button, and the chime echoed through the house. The door swung open, and Tim was standing there, his eyes wide. “Hey,” he said, his voice low and a little shaky. “I was wondering if you would come back.” “I had to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I had to know if it was real.” He stepped aside, letting her in. The house was quiet, his roommates nowhere to be seen. The living room was still littered with party debris, but it felt somehow more intimate in the daylight. She took a deep breath, the smell of the night before faint but present. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, leading her to the couch. She nodded, her hands shaking as she sat down. She told him about her fears, about the way his touch had made her feel alive and scared all at once. He listened, his eyes never leaving hers, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. “I didn’t mean to take advantage of you,” he said, his voice earnest. “I just wanted to show you that you’re not alone.” “I know, and you didn’t take advantage of me, you said no when I asked you, you knew i wasn’t in my right head.” she replied, her voice shaky. “I loved last night and I enjoyed being with you.” “But were you playing with me?” He leaned in, and their lips met again, this time without the smoke, without the pressure of the party. It was just them, in the quiet of his living room, the sun streaming through the windows. It was a kiss filled with promise and understanding, a kiss that said more than any words could. When they pulled apart, he looked at her, his eyes clear and focused. “No, I wasn’t playing with you, it was very real to me.” She looks at him. “It is so confusing, i have never had feelings like this before. He looks at her and says, “quit thinking, just go with it, I like you and who you are and you seem to like me and who I am.” “Would you like to get high with me again?” he asked, his voice a soft caress. She felt a rush of excitement, mingled with a hint of trepidation. “Yes,” she said, surprising herself with her own boldness. “But just a little. I don’t want to lose control like last night.” He nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised. “And if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me.” They retreated to his room, the door closed to the outside world. He pulled out the bong and he packs it. He shows her what to do. He says he will pull the smoke up and he will had it to her and all she has to do is suck. He says it may be harsh. don’t worry if you cough the first time, I have a soda right her. He pulls the smoke up and hands it to her. She sucks the smoke into her lungs and he releases the card and it smacks her hard in the chest. She coughs it all out, he laughs and hands her the soda. She drinks it and catches her breath. He says, “ok now you know what is coming, concentrate on holding the smoke.”. She has a slight buzz from that and says “ok here goes nothing.” She takes the bong from him after he has pulled the smoke up she sucks the smoke up and holds it. she holds it for 20 seconds and lets it out looking at the same mirror. She loves the sight of smoke coming out of her. She is high, higher than before. They talked for hours, about their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. She found herself opening up to him in a way she never had with anyone else, the walls she had built around herself slowly crumbling away. The high was different more powerful, emotionally consuming. She wonders why he hasn’t kissed her. And as she thinks it he leans in and starts to kiss her. It is what she has wanted all night.

As the night grew darker, the conversation grew deeper. They lay on his bed, their bodies entwined, the glow of the laptop screen casting a soft blue light across their. He tells her that he has a smoking fetish. She thinks that its funny. He says, I think you do to. I watch you watch yourself exhale and you always seem to watch me. Her cheeks reddened at his words, but she couldn’t deny the truth in them. There was something undeniably alluring about the act of inhaling and exhaling smoke, about the way it made her feel powerful and desired. She nodded, and he reached for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. He lit one, the end glowing red in the darkened room, and took a deep drag. He offered it to her, and she took it, feeling the smooth paper between her fingers. She brought it to her lips and inhaled, the smoke filling her lungs and then escaping in a slow, seductive stream. He watched her, his gaze intense, his own cigarette hanging from his lips. “It’s like we’re in a movie,” she murmured, her voice thick with the effects of the weed. He is shocked she didn’t cough. The room was thick with the scent of weed and the faint scent of burnt tobacco as they lay together on Tim’s bed, the laptop screen flickering in the background. She took another drag of the cigarette, watching the smoke curl around them like a lover’s embrace. “Let me pass the smoke to you while I kiss you,” Tim said, his eyes glinting with excitement. Her heart raced at the idea, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She giggled, feeling giddy and alive, and nodded. He took a deep drag, his chest expanding with the effort, and leaned in close, the cigarette clutched between his fingers. Their eyes locked, the moment stretching out like a tightrope between them. He pressed his lips to hers, the smoke billowing into her mouth as she inhaled sharply. The taste of the tobacco was acrid, a stark contrast to the sweetness of their kisses earlier in the night. But there was something about it that she liked, something that made her feel rebellious and wild. She closed her eyes, letting the smoke fill her lungs, the heat of it spreading through her body like a warm embrace. Her vigia starts to get wet and she is feeling the heat. When they broke apart, she took the cigarette from him, her hands trembling slightly with excitement. She took a drag, feeling the burn down her throat, and leaned over him, her hair cascading around his face. She blew the smoke out in a slow, deliberate stream, watching as it danced in the lamplight before kissing him again. This time, she was in control, the smoke mixing with their breath as their tongues tangled together. He took the cigarette from her, his hand steady even as his own arousal grew. He took a drag and passed it to her again, his eyes never leaving hers. She inhaled deeply, the room spinning around them as the high grew stronger. Each time they shared the smoke, their kisses grew more passionate, more urgent. “Make love to me,” she murmured against his lips, her eyes dark with desire. But Tim was resolute. “You’re too high again,” he said, his voice a gentle caress. “I want you to be sure.” He knew the power of the substances they were indulging in, and he didn’t want to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state. He kissed her again, his hands moving down to her hips. With surprising tenderness, he lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin to the cool air of the room. His eyes traced the lines of her body, the curves and valleys that had haunted his dreams for so long. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his breath hot against her skin. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs. He took the bong from her, his eyes never leaving hers as she sat before him in nothing but her underwear. “Take another hit,” he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. She nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and nerves. Tim watched her as she inhaled deeply, the smoke filling her lungs and her chest rising with the effort. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, the way she was holding onto the high. She held her breath, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and he could feel his own body responding to the sight of her. With trembling hands, she handed the bong back to him. He set it aside, his eyes never leaving hers. . He leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers as he reached down to unbutton her jeans. She blows the smoke from her lungs into his. She gasped as he slid them down her legs, her skin warm and soft against his fingertips. “Lie back,” he instructed, his voice thick with desire. She obeyed, her heart racing as he positioned himself between her legs. He took a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand, lighting it with a shaky hand. He took a deep drag, the end glowing bright in the dark room, and then leaned over her. “This is what I want you to do,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “As I lick you, I want you to smoke this cigarette.” He placed the cigarette between her trembling fingers. “smoke it as I lick you” “When you are ready to come take a big drag and inhales it as deep as you can and hold it through the orgasm. Her eyes searched his, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in their depths. She looks at him. “I have never done this before.” “I have never even played with myself” He looks at her. “He says, then lay back and just enjoy what I am doing, smoke the cigarette it will help you relax and it will help you come.” She is embarrassed but takes the cigarette and leans back. She takes small drags and shallow inhales at first. Tim’s tongue touched her clit, and she jolted, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her body. He licked and kissed her folds, his movements gentle but insistent. She had never felt anything so intimate, so raw. It was like he was worshipping her, and she couldn’t help but squirm beneath him. Her eyes were glued to the cigarette in her hand, the orange ember glowing like a tiny sun. She took a deep drag, the smoke filling her lungs, and handed it to Tim. He took it between his lips, the tip lighting up briefly before he bent back down to her. He took a deep breath and then blew the smoke over her pussy. It was warm and tingling, like a gentle summer breeze caressing her most sensitive spot. Her body reacted immediately, a shiver of pleasure coursing through her. She had never been so exposed, so open to someone else’s touch. Tim’s eyes never left hers as he took the cigarette and took another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, and she felt a sense of anticipation build within her. He placed the cigarette between her lips, and she inhaled, the smoke filling her lungs. The taste was bitter, but she liked the way it made her feel especially while he was doing that. It was a full feeling. She handed it back to him, and he took it, his eyes never leaving hers as he took another drag. He goes back down on her pussy, licking it with a little more aggression. She puts out the spent cigarette and attempts to light another one. But she is new to lighting cigarettes and her hands and body are shaking. He stops and takes the cigarette and lights it for her. She puts it in her mouth and she can taste her own juices from his mouth that are on the cigarette. Instead of it being gross to her, it turns her on more. The second the smoke hit the back of her throat, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as the orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave. She took a deep drag, holding it in as she felt the peak of pleasure crest over her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, a mix of euphoria and overwhelming sensation that left her shaking. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing like a bow under the tension of the climax. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten as she inhaled, the smoke burning in her lungs. And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, she came, her scream muffled by the cigarette clamped between her teeth. Her eyes went wide with shock as the sensation grew, her whole body convulsing with the force of it. Tim watched her, his eyes hooded with desire as he felt her pulse around his tongue. He had never seen someone come so hard, so beautifully lost in the moment. He could feel her body shaking beneath him, her legs trembling as he continued to suck and lick her clit, drawing out the orgasm until she was begging him to stop. When the cigarette slipped from her mouth, he took it, placing it back between her lips. “Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice a warm rumble against her skin. She nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He took a drag, the smoke mixing with the scent of their arousal in the air. It was a heady combination, making him even more eager to taste her. “That was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. “Amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before. And when I pulled the smoke into my lungs during the orgasm, it was like it exploded even more.” Tim looked up at her, his eyes warm with satisfaction. “I’m glad you liked it,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble. He lit a fresh cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his features in the darkness. He placed it between her trembling lips, and she took a deep drag, her eyes never leaving his. The smoke curled around them, a silent witness to the intensity of their shared experience. She leaned back into the pillows, her body still quaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. “so they are right, after sex cigarette is good.” It was only the 4th cigarette of her life, of the day, of the last hour. They laugh, he kisses her deep. She says, “I want you to make love to me” He says to her. “I can’t, you have to make that decision when you are sober.” “i don’t want to feel like I am taking advantage of you.” “i like you too much”

She of course has never dated, never had a boyfriend and never had an orgasm. She feels like she is in love with him, her emotions are a mess and she is high. They lay there, their bodies tangled in a mess of sheets and limbs, the scent of smoke and desire heavy in the air. Tim’s hand was warm and comforting on her stomach, his thumb making lazy circles that sent little ripples of pleasure through her body. She took a deep breath, the smoke from the cigarette lingering on her tongue as she tried to find the right words to describe what had just happened. “It was… indescribable,” she finally managed, her voice a whisper. “The way the smoke filled me up, and the way you made me feel… it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” Tim listened intently, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret or discomfort. “It was intense, wasn’t it?” he murmured, his hand still resting gently on her stomach. “I could feel you letting go, like you were floating away on a cloud.” Her gaze met his, and she took another drag from the cigarette, her eyes narrowing slightly as the smoke filled her lungs. She exhaled, the plume of smoke enveloping his face like a lover’s caress. “So, the smoking fetish,” she said, her voice playful despite the gravity of the moment. “Does this turn you on?” He felt his cheeks heat up, but his eyes remained steady. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice a low murmur. “It’s not just the act of smoking that does it for me. It’s the confidence, the allure.” He took the cigarette from her, his thumb brushing against her fingertips. “Here, let me show you.” With the grace of an old-school movie star, he brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. His eyes never left hers as he took a slow, deliberate drag, the smoke curling around his face like a veil. He held the cigarette in his fingers, the glow of the ember casting a warm light on his skin. “See,” he said, “it’s all about how you hold it, how you take the smoke into your mouth, and how you let it out.” He demonstrates a snap inhale He offered it to her, the smoke swirling around his hand like a ghostly dance partner. She took it, her hand shaking slightly. She placed the cigarette between her lips, feeling the warmth and the slight tickle of the tobacco. She took a deep breath, and then, as he had instructed, pulled the smoke into her mouth, keeping her lips slightly open. She watched herself in the mirror, mimicking his movements from earlier, feeling a thrill of power and excitement. “Good,” Tim murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “Now, open your mouth wider and quickly suck the smoke back down and inhale it deeply. Let it fill your lungs.” She did as he said, (the snap was a little messy) feeling the smoke fill her, a warm and slightly harsh sensation. She held it for three seconds, her chest rising with the effort, and then opened her mouth slightly, letting the smoke escape in a slow, deliberate stream. Tim watched her with an intensity that made her heart race. His eyes were dark with desire, and she could feel his gaze on her like a physical touch. When the smoke had cleared, he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, his body taut with need. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged. “You’re so sexy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I have to admit, I have always fantasized about you smoking” Her cheeks flushed with the heat of his words, and she took a drag of the cigarette, feeling the power of the act. She looks at him, she is still pretty high. She giggles. He gets embarrassed and turns pink. She looks at him and says. “I am not laughing at you.” “I just can’t imagine you liking me, or anyone liking me for that matter.” “you fantasizing about me…..wow” she takes his hand, takes a drag of the cigarette and attempts a snap inhale, it is a little better. then leans in and kiss him blowing the smoke into his lungs.. Tim’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a surprised breath as the smoke filled his mouth. His hand tightened around hers, and for a moment, they were lost in the intimate dance of smoke and passion. She felt a thrill of excitement as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. The cigarette dropped to the side, forgotten as their bodies grew closer. She looks at him. “She says, until the party, I had never kissed a boy, touched a cigarette, touched a beer, much less pot or ever had anyone touch me like you did today.” “I have never had an orgasm until today.” She looks away turning red. He looks at her with amazement, “Really?” He was surprised that someone so beautiful and smart had been so sheltered. “but you are so beautiful” he says. “No, I’m serious,” she says with a shy smile, “I’ve just never been in a situation where it felt right.” “honestly I was always afraid” Tim’s heart races as he hears the words come out of his mouth. “I know it sounds corny now that we are out of high school.” “But I want to date you and I would like you to be my girlfriend” He looks down in a lack of confidence. Her eyes widen with shock and then fill with a warmth that lights up the room. “Really?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes,” she says, her voice filled with certainty. “I would love to be your girlfriend” Tim’s heart soars with joy as he pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her in a gentle embrace. They lay there for a while, their hearts beating in sync as the high slowly ebbed away. They kissed gently, savoring the moment, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. As they grew sober, the reality of what had just happened settled over them like a warm blanket. She felt a warmth that was more than just the pot and the orgasm; it was the love blossoming within her. The emotions were new and overwhelming, but she knew she didn’t want to let them go. She whispered, “I would love that,” and watched his eyes light up with happiness. They walked towards her house, their hands intertwined, feeling like they were the only two people in the world.

As they reached the front porch, her mother’s silhouette appeared in the window, watching them intently. She saw the kiss, the tender way he looked at her daughter, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. Her mother’s voice was a mix of surprise and amusement when she greeted her at the door. “It’s about time,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with unspoken approval. The valedictorian felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, unsure how to respond. Tim, ever the charmer, gave her a wink, as if sharing a private joke. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” her mother called after Tim as he walked down the sidewalk, his form disappearing into the night. She nodded, a wide smile playing on her lips. “Mom, I need to use the bathroom,” she said, her voice slightly shaky. She knew that the faint scent of pot and cigarette smoke clung to her, a scandalous bouquet of secrets she wasn’t quite ready to reveal. Her mother’s eyes twinkled knowingly, but she said nothing as she headed upstairs. She quickly washed her face and changed into a fresh shirt, the scent of her perfume helping to mask the evidence of her evening’s adventure. When she descended the stairs, her mother was waiting for her in the living room, a knowing smile on her lips. “Okay, tell me everything,” she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and amusement. The valedictorian took a deep breath and launched into a watered-down version of the night’s events, leaving out the smoking, pot, and oral sex. She talked about Tim being sweet and attentive, about the awkwardness of their first kisses, and the way she had felt when he had held her in his arms. She left out the details that made her blush and her heart race, focusing instead on the emotional connection that had bloomed between them. Her mother listened, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. “Well, sweetheart,” she said, “it sounds like you had quite the night.” She paused, her gaze searching her daughter’s face. “Did you do anything… you know, too far?” The valedictorian felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, but she managed a laugh. “Mom, no, we didn’t have sex. I’m still a virgin.” The lie came out easier than she had expected. “Tim was actually pretty amazing about it all. He said he wanted to make sure I was okay and that I was making decisions I wouldn’t regret.” She hoped her mother couldn’t see through the half-truth, the way Tim had actually taken control and made sure she didn’t go further than she was ready for. Her mom, looks at her and says, “wow, he sounds like a keeper.” Her mother says, “come outside with me, i want a cigarette.” Her heart races as she nods, knowing what the cigarette would do to her now. They step out onto the porch, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of Tim’s room. Her mother pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, the familiar scent of tobacco making her stomach flip. She takes one, lights it, and inhales deeply, the smoke curling around her like a lover’s embrace. Sherri watches, transfixed, as her mother’s lips wrap around the filter, her eyes closing in pleasure. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was something almost erotic about the way her mom smoked, something that sent a shiver down her spine. She feels a wetness between her legs, a reminder of the intense experience she had just shared with Tim. The desire to smoke now, to feel that same rush of power and desire, is almost overwhelming. Her mother’s exhale is slow and deliberate, the smoke leaving her nose in twin streams like a dragon’s breath. The valedictorian’s eyes widen as she sees the trickles of smoke escape her mother’s parted lips, curling into the night like whispers of secrets. Her moms style is a lot like Tim described. Sherry takes notes on how her mom smokes. She holds the cigarette elegantly between her fingers, like it is supposed to be there. When she takes a drag, she puts the cigarette off center just a little and her checks collapse as she pulls. She pulls from 3 to 5 seconds on the drags. She sometimes takes a drag snap inhales it and takes another as smoke comes out of her nose and inhales both. She says to herself, i have to try that. She tells her mom they are going out tomorrow afternoon and will be late getting in.