Smoking Stories

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Warning: this story contains non-tobacco smoking.

This is the second part of the series “The Valedictorian”.

• The Valedictorian (part 1)

The next day, Sherry couldn’t focus on anything but her impending date with Tim. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. She had made a decision: tonight, she would ask him to make love to her, sober and fully in the moment. She wanted to feel every touch, every kiss, and she was ready to give herself to him completely.

As the clock approached 3 pm, she heard the rumble of his car pulling up to her house. She took a deep breath, her hand shaking slightly as she reached for the door handle. When she stepped outside, he was there, looking even more handsome than she had remembered, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.

Tim leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, his lips tasting faintly of mint. She felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, and her mother’s silhouette in the upstairs window made her blush even deeper. “You, okay?” he whispered, noticing her nerves.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Can i have a cigarette, I just… I want to try something I saw my mom do.” He pulls the car over into a parking lot, he wants to see this. Tim’s eyes lit up with curiosity as he pulled over into the empty parking lot of a closed gas station. “Okay,” he said, “but remember, we need to be safe.” He pulled out a fresh cigarette, his hands steady as he lit it and passed it to her.

She took it, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed it between her lips. She takes a drag off the cigarette and does a fairly good snap inhale, Tim’s dick starts to rise. To his surprise she brings the cigarette back up and starts to pull, smoke from the fist drag coming out her nose. She looks so sexy, his dick is at full attention. She opens her mouth and does another snap inhale. It is way too much smoke, it burns her, and the smoke comes flying out as she continues to cough.

She says, “I guess I am not ready for that”

He looks at her and says. “It was so fucking hot.”

She looks down at his pants and sees his dick is hard She says, “I am sorry, I will work on it, and laughs and then says, but you seem a little turned on”, as she looks at his dick

“You have no idea, what watching you smoke does to me.”

She feels the heat and says to him. ” Will you make love to me tonight?”

He looks at her with kind and caring eyes. “He says, I would love to make love to you. I would love to be your first, but i need to know, you are sure.”

She looks at him and smiles. “Oh, I am sure.”

They arrive at his house, the scent of fast food still lingering in the car. The moment they enter, she’s eager to continue their exploration of intimacy. “Let’s get high first,” she says, her voice a soft whisper of anticipation.

He nods, a grin playing on his lips. They head straight for his room, the door closing softly behind them. Tim pulls out a collection of bongs from his closet, displaying them like trophies. “Which one?” he asks, holding up the medium-sized one.

She laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s go big,” she says, pointing to the monstrous 3-foot bong on the shelf.

“But you’re going to be so stoned,” he warns, his voice thick with excitement.

“As long as you make love to me after, I’ll be as high as you want me to be,” she replies, her confidence growing with every word.

He nods, placing the smaller one aside and preparing the 3-foot behemoth with a freshly packed bowl of weed. “But first,” he says, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to her, “we need to get you used to it, this is a 3-foot bong, and it will hit you hard and burn, I don’t want you coughing your brains out.”

She takes the cigarette, feeling the weight of the moment in her hand. She’s eager to impress him, eager to show she can handle herself. They sit cross-legged on his bed, the setting sun casting a warm glow across the room. I am going to show you how to do a double pump, what you were trying in the car.” “If i can get you used to that, you shouldn’t have a problem with the bong. Take a drag,” he instructs, “and inhale it halfway.”

She brings the cigarette to her mouth, the tobacco scent strong and foreign. She does as he says, holding the smoke in, one himself.

“Now, exhale a little out your nose, keep the rest in,” he demonstrates, letting out a stream of smoke from his nose. “And take another drag at the same time and inhale that.”

She does and doesn’t cough. “He says ok now, take a bigger drag on the first puff and take it deep. Bring the cigarette back to your lips, exhale out of your nose as you take another big drag. Then snap it back.” She takes a 3 second drag and pulls it down deep and brings the cigarette back to her lips and pulls again for 3 seconds as the smoke comes out of her nose. She snaps it back, she can feel it hit her lungs, but she holds the cough and blows out a large amount of smoke.

He says, “This time take a 5 second drag and inhale but only halfway, hold that smoke while you take another 5 second drag and inhale try not to let the smoke out of your nose on this one and inhale it as deep as you can and hold it.

She exhales and he says “now immediately take another big drag and inhale half way, the immediately take another big drag and snap all the smoke back into your lungs deep and hold it until i say”.

Sherri nods, eager to prove herself, and takes another deep drag. She snaps the cigarette, filling her mouth with a thick cloud of smoke. She closes her eyes, feeling the burn spread through her chest as she inhales the second drag. Tim starts counting again, his voice a steady rhythm in the quiet room. At first, the pain is intense, but she focuses on the sensation, willing it to be pleasurable. As the seconds tick by, she feels the burn transform into a warm glow, her body acclimating to the unfamiliar feeling. Her cheeks flush, and she tries to keep her composure. When he reaches ten, she’s surprised she hasn’t coughed yet. The urge to release the smoke is almost unbearable, but she holds on. Tim’s smile widens, his eyes never leaving hers, as he continues counting. She’s determined to impress him; to show she’s not just a novice in this game of seduction. The tension in the room builds with every second that passes, the anticipation of release a palpable force between them. “Twelve,” he says, his voice a little rougher now, the desire clear in his eyes. She feels the smoke caressing her lungs, the burn a strange but intoxicating sensation. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes watering slightly, but she holds on, her grip on the cigarette firm. “Thirteen,” he whispers, his gaze never leaving hers. She can feel her chest tightening, her need to exhale growing stronger. But she fights it, the thrill of the challenge a potent aphrodisiac. “Fourteen.” The burn is intense, but it’s a good burn, like a hot kiss that lingers and leaves you wanting more. She holds the smoke, her eyes watering, her cheeks flushed pink. “Fifteen,” Tim says, his voice hoarse with excitement. She releases the smoke in a volcanic plum. And takes a few breaths. “When were you going to tell me to release the smoke.” He says. “never” and laughs. She hits his leg. She then says, “Wow I am a little high”. He laughs and says no you are just buzzing from the nicotine.” She says, “its nice” He says well you know how to do a double pump so you can always get that feeling.: he laughs.

She says ok I am ready to get high, handing him the bong. Tim takes a deep breath and places the mouthpiece of the 3-foot bong to his lips. She watches, mesmerized, as he lights the bowl and pulls on the bong for what feels like an eternity. Her heart races, watching the smoke fill the chamber, thick and dense like a fog rolling in off the ocean. He holds it in for what seems like an impossible amount of time, his cheeks bulging like a cartoon character’s. When he finally , the smoke billows out, filling the room with the sweet, pungent scent of marijuana. He exhales slowly, his eyes watering slightly as he passes the bong to her.

“Remember,” he says, his voice a little hoarse, “just a five-second pull. And when you let go of the carb, the rest of the smoke will come up fast. It’ll hit you like a ton of bricks, so be ready.” She nods, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. She leans down, the flame from the lighter flickering in the reflection of the bong’s glass. She puts her lips around the mouthpiece, feeling the warmth of the smoke as it starts to fill her lungs. He counts to five, his voice a gentle reminder of the rhythm she needs to follow. But she doesn’t release the carb. Instead, she keeps pulling, her lungs straining as the smoke fills her to the brim. When she finally reaches ten, she releases the carb with a soft pop. The smoke rushes into her lungs, the burn intense and immediate. Her eyes water, and she hitches once, twice, but doesn’t release the smoke, she starts to feel the familiar warmth spread through her body. She passes the bong back to Tim, her hand trembling slightly.

She falls back on the bed; her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She can feel the high washing over her, the edges of her vision blurring as the room starts to spin gently. He watches her, his own desire growing as he sees the effect of his weed on her. He takes the bong, his eyes never leaving hers, and takes a hit, the smoke swirling around them like a cloud of desire. She looks to the side and sees her reflection. She is at 30 seconds. He is amazed. She slowly starts releasing the smoke as she watches herself laying on the bed in the mirror. The amount of smoke coming out of her amazes her and it makes her horny. She sits back up. He sees her eyes are blood shot and glassy. She looks at him and giggles. She says, “I want another bong hit and I want you to fuck me!” He looks at her for a second and smiles and says, “Wow the valedictorian, is high and using the f word.” He laughs and she laughs the do this for a min. He finally looks at her and says are you sure you want another. She says. ” I want another, but I want to take it while you are fucking me.” He looks at her, he has never been so turned on. “He says, your wish is my command” They get naked and they start kissing. And he has his hand on her pussy massaging her clit. She is moving up and down on his 8-inch shat with her hand. He says, “I am going to go down on you and get you ready.” She says, “should i have a cigarette? He says, “do you want one? Her eyes are glossy with desire as she nods, reaching for the pack on the nightstand. He kisses her neck, his hands working their way down her body, as she brings the cigarette to her lips. The flicker of the lighter in the dim light casts shadows across the room as he brings it to the tip of the cigarette. She takes a long, slow drag, the smoke coating her tongue and throat. He watches her, his eyes dark with need, as she releases the smoke in a slow, sensual exhale that wraps around them like a warm blanket. The sight of her smoking is intoxicating, and his dreams of this moment have fueled countless fantasies. As he lowers his head between her legs, his heart races with anticipation. He can feel her wetness, the heat of her desire, and it drives him wild. He kisses her inner thigh, his tongue tracing a path closer and closer to her core. The scent of her arousal mingles with the faint hint of cigarette smoke, creating a heady cocktail that makes him dizzy with lust. This is it, he thinks, the moment he’s dreamed of for so long. Her hips buck upwards as he finally reaches her clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. She moans, the sound a symphony of pleasure that echoes through his soul. He looks up at her, her eyes glazed over with the high, watching him intently as she takes another drag of the cigarette. She holds it in, the smoke curling around her, and he can see her chest rising and falling with the effort. He feels a twinge of pride, knowing that he’s the one bringing her this kind of euphoria. The cigarette’s ember glows brighter as she takes another drag, her breathing growing shallower. He can feel her muscles tightening in her cunt as he works her closer to the edge. She’s like a goddess, lost in a cloud of her own making, and he’s her devoted worshipper, eager to please. He wonders if the smoke is enhancing her pleasure, if the burn in her lungs is translating into a burn between her legs. Like it does him. Her eyes lock onto his as she releases the smoke, a soft “Oh” escaping her lips. She’s lost in the sensation, the high from the weed mixing with the rush of arousal. He can see the wheels turning in her head, contemplating the newfound power of the cigarette in her sexual experience. She takes another drag, deeper this time, and he feels her pulse quicken beneath his touch. “I’m ready,” she whispers, the smoke trailing from her mouth like a siren’s call. “Make love to me.” Her words are like a match striking in the quiet room, setting his blood on fire. His dick throbs with anticipation, the sight of her exhaling the smoke and speaking those words an image that will be forever etched in his mind. Tim leans in, his hand gently guiding the cigarette to her mouth as he kisses her. She takes a deep drag, her eyes closing in pleasure, the tip of the cigarette glowing like a small sun between her lips. The smoke billows out as he kisses her, mingling with their breaths, creating a cloud of intimacy that surrounds them. He watches her inhale again, her chest rising and falling, the cigarette smoke dancing around her like a lover’s caress. Her eyes open, locking onto his, and she whispers, “I’m ready.” He can see the trust and desire in her gaze, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He takes the cigarette from her, placing it in the ashtray, and kisses her deeply, tasting the faint hint of mint and tobacco. His hands glide over her body, feeling every curve, every inch of her soft skin. she takes out another cigarette and lights it. He is in heaven. He slowly penetrates her. He can see the pain in her face. He is very careful and slow. She moans a little and takes a drag of the cigarette. He pushes in her, she inhales the cigarette smoke hard and fast, the shock of the penetration causing her to gasp. He starts to come back out and she releases the smoke. The pain is going away and being replaces by something else. It is starting to feel good. She moans a little more. He sees it in her eyes. This time she takes a patient drag of the cigarette and does a snap inhale. He pushes in her again. this time it is wonderful, the pot is starting to take over she likes it and says harder. He obliges as she takes a hard drag off the cigarette holding the smoke. While watching him. She puts the cigarette up to his mouth and he takes a large drag and snap inhales as deep as he can, watching her. she finally releases the smoke as she moans and starts to move under him. He exhales and starts moving faster. She says, “I want another bong hit while you fuck me. ‘ He smiles and pulls out of her. It is a bit messy but they don’t care. He lights the bong and brings the smoke up for her. she turns to the side with the bong and starts to bring the smoke into her lungs. He enters her again, causing her to pull a little harder on the bong. He is going in and out, it feels incredible to her and she keeps pilling, she takes a good 15 second hit and releases the carb and the smoke hits her and she puts the bong down and rolls back fully on her back holding the smoke as she watches him watch her intently.. She knows he wants to see the smoke. And all the sudden the high is so strong and it hits her. She starts to come as he is fucking her. The smoke comes out of her mouth in a scream of pleasure; there is a lot of smoke. He takes a drag off the cigarette and takes it deep as he starts to come too. She grabs the cigarette out of his hand and desperately takes a massive double pump and inhales it as the orgasm starts to subside. she releases the smoke, and he hammers her a couple more times and grunts as his orgasm finishes. He falls to the side; he is high and exhausted. She is fucked up off her ass and can’t move the orgasm so intense it has taken everything out of her. She says, “i need to try and after sex cigarette. Tim chuckles, his chest heaving with the aftermath of pleasure. “Here,” he says, handing her the cigarette, “let’s do it together.” She takes it with a shaky hand; her eyes still glazed with the afterglow of their shared climax. She brings it to her lips, her body still trembling with the occasional spasm of pleasure. The flame from the lighter dances in the semi-darkness of the room as she lights the cigarette. The smoke fills the air around them, a testament to their passionate union. She takes a deep drag, the smoke curling around her like a lover’s embrace. She holds it in, feeling the warmth spread through her lungs and down to her toes. Tim watches her, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “Here,” he says, taking a drag from his own cigarette, “let’s make it a shared experience.” He leans in, his mouth close to hers, and exhales a cloud of smoke. She inhales, her eyes closing in bliss as the smoke mixes with the oxygen in her lungs. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Tim’s chest swells with pride, his smile growing wider as he takes her hand in his. “You were incredible,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. “The best I’ve ever had.” Sherri’s cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment, and she takes a shaky drag of the cigarette he’s offered her. She’s never felt so alive, so connected to someone. The smoke fills her lungs, and she moans softly, the sensation of the weed and the cigarette a heady mix that sends shivers down her spine. She exhales, watching the smoke dance in the air. “Oh, I get it now,” she says, her voice a sultry purr. Tim’s eyes never leave hers as she speaks, his gaze filled with a hunger that she’s starting to recognize. “You do?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. Sherri nods, taking another drag of the cigarette. “It’s like…it’s like a secret between us,” she says, the words coming out on a cloud of smoke. “A way to make our moments even more…intimate.” Tim’s smile turns into a full-blown grin, his eyes alight with understanding. “I get it,” he says, reaching out to trace the line of her jaw with his fingertip. “It’s not about smoking. It’s about the connection we have.” He takes a drag of his cigarette, holding it out to her. “And if it makes you feel that way, I’m all for it.” Their eyes meet, and she leans in, her lips wrapping around the cigarette, tasting him in the smoke. He watches her, the desire in his gaze unmistakable. She says, “I don’t want to get addicted.” He smiles knowing that is she smokes only when they are making love, she will be smoking a lot because he plans on making love to her a lot. She will eventually get addicted. He looks at her and says. “What about the pot?” She says, “I don’t want to get addicted to that either.” He laughs and says, “you can’t get physically addicted to pot like cigarettes.” She smiles and says that is good, I love the feeling.” “We can do that more than when we just make love.” She says. He again smiles to himself; he knows her getting high will make her want him and that will make her smoke…

They decide to watch a movie on TV, something mindless and romantic to pass the time. As the film plays out, they make out on the couch, their bodies tangled in a passionate embrace. Sherri’s mind swims with thoughts of the summer ahead and the countless moments they’ll share. She can feel the high from the pot still humming in her veins, a gentle reminder of the night’s adventures. Tim is tender with her, knowing she’s sore from their first time. He runs his hands over her body, feeling every inch of her, but he doesn’t push for more. Instead, they lose themselves in a sea of kisses and soft touches, exploring the contours of each other’s mouths and the warmth of their skin. It’s a sweet, lingering intimacy that feels almost innocent in the aftermath of their earlier passion. But the cigarette in her hand is a siren’s call, and she can’t resist the allure. “Can I have another cigarette?” she asks, her voice a little shaky. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze playful. “First of all, you don’t have to ask. They’re yours to enjoy whenever you want. And second, I thought you were only going to smoke when we make love,” he teases. Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, but she holds his gaze, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “We did just make love,” she counters, a coy smile playing on her lips. He chuckles, his hand reaching for the pack without argument. He lights the cigarette for her, the flame casting a warm glow on her face as she takes it. The first drag is heavenly, the smoke filling her lungs and wrapping around her heart like a warm embrace. im watches her, his eyes hooded with lust as she takes a snap inhale, the smoke billowing out of her nose and mouth like a seductive serpent. “Perfect,” he murmurs, unable to resist her allure. She feels empowered, the cigarette now a symbol of the control she holds over him. She takes another drag, the smoke curling around her like a lover’s arms, and then leans in to kiss him, passing the smoke into his mouth. It’s a heady sensation, a dance of fire and air that sends sparks through her body.

The day passes, and Tim leaves for his trip with his dad to help him at one of his dads site. Sherri returns home, her mind racing with thoughts of their intimate night. At home, she is not sure what to do, she miss him a bit. She watches her mother, Rachel, through the kitchen window as she smokes a Virginia Slim 120 Menthol. Rachel’s graceful movements, the way she savors each drag, captivate Sherri. It’s like watching an old Hollywood starlet, so elegant and in command. Sherri wonders what it would be like to smoke one of Rachel’s cigarettes, to feel that same power and sophistication. The idea lingers in her mind like a whispered secret as she goes about her day, but she tries to focus on her college prep.

However, every time she passes her mother in the house, the faint scent of mint and smoke sends a shiver down her spine, bringing back memories of Tim’s hands and the warmth of their shared cigarette. As the sun starts to set on the second day, Rachel calls out to Sherri from the back porch, asking for help with the laundry. Sherri tries to shake off the lingering haze of her thoughts as she heads outside, but the sight of her mother’s long, slender legs and the way the cigarette dangles from her lips is too much to ignore. Rachel’s eyes are lined with smoke, a knowing smile playing on her mouth as Sherri approaches. “Could you grab that basket for me, sweetie?” Rachel says, gesturing with the cigarette. The way she holds it, the way she takes a drag, it’s all so mesmerizing. Sherri tries to keep her eyes on the basket, but they keep drifting back to the cigarette, watching the smoke twirl around Rachel’s head like a halo. Her mother’s voice brings her back to reality. “Thanks, honey,” Rachel says, taking a drag and blowing it out in a perfect ‘O’. Sherri can’t help but stare, the sight of Rachel smoking making her heart race. her pussy getting wet.

She says to her mother, “Mom, you know, you are a very sexy woman.” Her mother is taken back and smiles as she releases a cone of smoke. “Why, thank you, Sherri,” Rachel says, her voice a smoky purr. “I’ve had my moments, but I think you’re the sexy one now.” She winks, and Sherri feels a flush of excitement that Rachel would say something like that to her. Her mother’s eyes twinkle as she takes another drag, the smoke curling around her head. Rachel notices Sherri’s gaze lingering on her. Her mom stops and takes a drag and does a snap inhale. She sees her daughter staring and in lala land. She says as smoke comes out of her mouth, “oh my god, Sherri, you are in love!” Sherri snaps out of it, blushing profusely. “What? No, I’m just tired.” But Rachel’s knowing smile tells her that she’s not fooling anyone.

Rachel takes another drag and says, “It’s okay, honey. It’s a beautiful thing. Just remember, love can make you do crazy things, and that’s when you know it’s real.” Her mother’s words echo in Sherri’s mind as she helps with the laundry, the smell of mint and tobacco from Rachel’s cigarette a constant reminder of her own newfound love for Tim. Rachel’s acceptance and understanding feel like a warm blanket, comforting her in her newfound feelings. Rachel’s experience and guidance are something she’s always appreciated, but now it feels like a secret bond connecting them on a deeper level. The evening stretches on, Rachel’s cigarette a silent companion to their conversation about college and the future. Sherri finds herself watching her mother’s lips as she speaks, the way they purse around the filter, the way she takes a drag and releases the smoke in a slow, controlled exhale. Rachel’s beauty, enhanced by the fading light and the haze of smoke, is intoxicating. “I think I’m falling in love with Tim,” Sherri blurts out, her eyes never leaving Rachel’s face. Her mother’s smile softens, the cigarette momentarily forgotten between her fingers. “Tell me about him,” Rachel says, leaning back in her chair. “And tell me about it all.”

Sherri takes a deep breath, her cheeks still flushed. She recounts the party, the way Tim had made her feel, the nervousness that had turned to excitement when he’d leaned in for that first kiss. She describes the taste of the beer, the way it had bubbled on her tongue and made her feel all grown up. But she leaves out the part about the bong, the potent smoke that had swirled around her, confusing and exciting her in ways she wasn’t ready to articulate, even to Rachel. “I had my first kiss” Rachel listens, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and concern. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, the tip burning brighter as she processes her daughter’s words. “Your first kiss?” Her mom is shocked… and looks at her. Sherri says, “What….. you are embarrassing me.” Her mom says. “I am just shocked you are so pretty, I just figured.” She looks at her mom, she says, “I also tried my first cigarette.” her mother looks at her in shock again. “You mean you never took one of mine and tried it?’ Rachel asks. Sherri shakes her head, “No, never thought about it:” Her mom looks at her. “What made you try it.” Sherri says with a little white lie, “The beer” Her mom laughs and says “I understand that. “So I take it you hated it”. Sherri looks at her mother shyly and says, “I didn’t hate it, I smoked a couple” Lying to her mother. Her mother’s gaze lingers on the pack of Virginia Slims on the table, and she tilts her head to the side, a question in her eyes. “Would you like one of mine?” Rachel asks, her voice a siren’s call.

Sherri’s heart skips a beat. The idea of sharing something so intimate with her mother, something that Rachel has always done with such poise and elegance, is both thrilling and terrifying. Her mother looks at her. “Show me how you smoke.” Sherri is embarrassed but takes the cigarette. Her hands are shaky as she brings the cigarette to her lips, mimicking Rachel’s movements from earlier. Rachel lights it, the flame flickering in the dim light. Sherri takes a moderate drag and does a snap inhale and holds it for 3 seconds and exhales. Her mother looks on shocked, her daughter is so elegant when she smokes, she is a natural. Rachel’s eyes are wide with amazement, watching Sherri handle the cigarette with a surprising grace. “You’re holding out on me,” she says, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and pride. How long have you really been smoking? Sherri, feeling a little bold from the high of her newfound love and the lingering pot, decides to embellish the truth a bit. “This is like my fourth or fifth one ever,” she says, hoping to downplay her sudden fondness for the smoky embrace. Rachel takes a moment, studying her daughter’s flushed cheeks and the way she holds the cigarette with a practiced ease. Her mother nods, “These are menthols. They’re cooler and easier to smoke.” Rachel says. Sherri takes a drag, feeling the minty freshness hit the back of her throat, a stark contrast to the harshness of the Marlboro Lights she’d had with Tim. “What did you smoke before?” Rachel asks, curiosity piqued. Sherri looks at her, . “Marlboro Lights,” she says Rachel’s eyebrows shoot up. “Does Tim smoke?” She says yes and her mom says, “I see” “What does that mean, Sherri asks.” Her mom says, “Are you going to continue to smoke? Sherri takes a drag and exhales. “No I don’t want to get addicted, I may every once and a while? Her mother smiles to herself and thinks. Welcome to the club, you THINK you will smoke every once and a while. She says to Sherri, “That would be nice for you to have a cigarette with me every once and a while.” “When do I get to meet Tim” Sherri is in the middle of inhaling smoke and she chokes on it. She coughs and says, “i don’t know” Her mom says “how about next Friday.” She says she will ask him. She looks at her mother and takes a large drag of the cigarette and says. “Mom, I like yours better than his.” Her mom says, “They are yummy, you are welcome to a pack any time, they are in the cabinet above the fridge.” Sherri looks at mom and says, “Duh, I live her.” Her mom smacks her leg, “Smart ass.” they finish their cigarettes and go inside.

Sherri goes inside and goes to the cabinet and takes out a pack. Her mom looks at her. She says, “Just in case I want one” Her mom smiles and says “Ok, you don’t have to give me excuses, I have no problem if you want to smoke you are 18” They sit at the table; Sherri plays withe cigarette pack. her mom looks at her and says, have you had sex? She looks at her mom, shocked…. She says. “At the party we kissed a lot and, I told him to make love to me.” Her mother stares, “What, you asked him?” She says “Mom let me finish” He looked at me and said, “you are a little drunk and there is no way you have enough judgment to do that.” Her mother looks at her and waits. “No, we didn’t do it, he said it is a decision that I need to make when I am sober.” Her mother looks at her and says, “He is defiantly a keeper, I can’t wait to meet him.” Sherri smiles not telling her mother about the oral sex the or the sex the day after. The afternoon stretches into evening, and Tim calls, his voice a comforting warmth in Sherri’s ear. “Hey, I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon,” he says, and her heart does a little flip. “Mom wants to meet you,” she tells him, her voice hopeful. “Is that okay?” There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line before Tim responds. “Sure,” he says, “but what about your dad?” Sherri’s hand tightens around the phone, her heart skipping a beat. She’d almost forgotten to mention him. “Oh, he’s not in the picture,” she says, her voice carefully neutral. “He left when I was two. Mom’s been on her own since, but she dates a lot. I think she’s just waiting for me to leave for college so she can start her life over.” He freezes on the phone and in a sadden concerned voice says. ” I am so sorry.” she says, “It was long time ago, no Biggy.” “Mom wants you to come over for dinner Friday night, is that ok.” He says, “Absolutely, I look forward to it.” She asks if there is anything he doesn’t like. He says, “Liver and onions”. She says. “Oh shit, sorry that’s what mom is cooking we love it.” He says, “You are shitting me”. She says, “Now would I do that to my favorite turd.” He loses it, he has never heard her be funny like that and is a shock. He can’t stop laughing. She says, “Are you stoned.” He says, “No, are you?” She says, “If I had some I would be.” They laugh. She says “we are having chicken.”. “He says thank god.”

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