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The week had been exhausting. Three back-to-back store visits on Friday left both women drained, difficult managers, inventory issues, and long hours on their feet. By the time they checked into their motel in a small Kansas town, the sun was setting, and the idea of another quiet night in the room felt unbearable.
“Want to get a drink?” Megan suggested as they dropped their bags. “There’s a bar two blocks away with a smoking section. Might be nice to unwind.”
Gwen hesitated, but the thought of sitting in silence with the weight of the week was worse. “Alright. Just a couple.”
The bar was dimly lit and comfortably worn, with a dedicated smoking section at the back. They claimed a booth. Megan immediately lit a Marlboro Red, taking a long, grateful drag the moment they sat down. She held the smoke deep in her lungs, then exhaled a thick, creamy plume toward the ceiling with visible relief.
“God, I needed that,” she sighed, already reaching for her second before the waitress even took their drink order.
They ordered whiskey sours. As the drinks arrived and the alcohol loosened their tongues, conversation flowed more easily than it had in days. Megan chain-smoked steadily, lighting one cigarette from the glowing butt of the previous. Each drag was deep and sensual. She would pull the smoke hard into her chest, hold it for long seconds, and release it in luxurious, heavy streams.
Gwen watched, mesmerized despite herself. After her third drink, curiosity finally won out.
“So… what does it actually feel like?” Gwen asked, her voice softer than usual. “Smoking, I mean. You seem to enjoy it so much.”
Megan looked surprised, her cigarette paused halfway to her lips. “You’ve really never tried one? Not even in college?”
Gwen shook her head. “Never. My ex hated it. I always thought it was disgusting.”
Megan smiled warmly. “Want to find out?”
Gwen hesitated, her heart beating faster. The whiskey made her bold. “Just… one. To see what it’s like.”
Megan’s eyes sparkled with delight. She shook a fresh Marlboro Red from her pack and handed it to Gwen. “Here. I’ll light it for you.”
Gwen’s fingers trembled slightly as she placed the filter between her lips. Megan leaned in close, her own cigarette dangling from her mouth, and lit Gwen’s with a steady flame. The first touch of smoke filled Gwen’s mouth, harsh, bitter, and strangely warm.
“Nice and easy,” Megan coached gently. “Just suck and blow out for now. Don’t inhale yet.”
Gwen took her first tentative puff. The smoke flooded her mouth, hot and acrid. She held it for a moment, then exhaled a thin, shaky stream. The taste was stronger than she expected, earthy, chemical, intense. But beneath the harshness was something intriguing. A faint warmth. A subtle buzz.
She took a second, slightly longer drag. The smoke felt thicker on her tongue. She blew it out slowly, watching the pale cloud drift away. Megan watched her with open fascination, a proud smile on her face.
“Not bad for your first time,” Megan said softly, taking a deep drag of her own cigarette and exhaling toward the ceiling. “How does it feel?”
“Harsh,” Gwen admitted, but her voice held a note of curiosity. “But… interesting.”
Back at the motel, they opened a small bottle of whiskey from the front desk and poured two more drinks. The room felt smaller, more intimate. Megan lit another cigarette immediately, the cherry glowing in the low light.
Gwen sipped her drink, watching Megan smoke. After a few minutes, the words slipped out before she could stop them.
“I want to try inhaling. Just once. I want to know what it really feels like.”
Megan’s eyebrows rose, but her smile was warm and encouraging. “Are you sure?”
Gwen nodded.
Megan moved closer on the bed, sitting cross-legged facing her. “Okay. We’ll do it the easy way first. Shotgun. I’ll take a drag, inhale it, and blow it into your mouth. You just breathe it in gently. Ready?”
Gwen’s heart raced. She nodded.
Megan took a long, deep drag on her Marlboro Red. Her chest expanded as she filled her lungs. She leaned in slowly until their faces were only inches apart. Their lips nearly touched. Megan exhaled a thick, warm stream of rich smoke directly into Gwen’s open mouth.
Gwen breathed it in.
The nicotine hit her instantly, a sudden, dizzying rush that made her head swim and her body tingle. She exhaled shakily, smoke pouring from her lips. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her.
Megan’s eyes darkened with arousal. “Again?”
“Yes,” Gwen whispered.
They did it again. And again. Each time Megan leaned closer. Their lips brushed. Then touched. The shotgun sessions turned into smoky kisses — tentative at first, then deeper, hungrier. Smoke passed between their mouths as their tongues met. Gwen’s hands found Megan’s waist. Megan’s fingers tangled in Gwen’s auburn hair.
The kiss grew passionate, urgent. Clothes were shed in a heated rush. Megan pushed Gwen gently onto her back, straddling her as they continued kissing through thick clouds of smoke. Megan lit another cigarette, dangling it from her lips while she kissed down Gwen’s neck, her breasts, her stomach.
Gwen had never felt anything like it. The combination of nicotine buzzing through her system and Megan’s skilled touch left her trembling with pleasure. When Megan finally moved between her thighs, cigarette still dangling, Gwen came hard, moaning loudly as smoke curled around them both.
They made love for over an hour, slow, intense, and filled with cigarettes. Megan chain-smoked through the entire encounter, sharing smoke with Gwen in deep, passionate kisses. Gwen took several more puffs herself, the nicotine heightening every sensation.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweaty and spent. Megan lit two fresh cigarettes and handed one to Gwen. They smoked in silence for a few minutes, the room thick with haze.
Gwen exhaled a long stream of smoke toward the ceiling, her body still humming.
“I… enjoyed that,” she said quietly. “More than I expected. But this can’t become a regular thing. We work together. I’m your boss. This was just… the drinks. The moment.”
Megan nodded, though her smile suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced. “Of course. Just tonight.”
They finished their cigarettes in heavy silence, both women feeling the weight of what had just happened, pleasure and shame mixing in equal measure.
But the seed had been planted. And neither of them would forget how good it had felt.
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