Chapter 1: Introduction
He finished the cigarette and had a buzz from smoking it. He didn't realize the smell was going to be hard to get rid of. Samantha's car pulled in the driveway, he knew he had been caught, what would she say?
She opened the door and saw him sitting on the couch.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, with a mix of confusion and anger.
"I, uh, nothing," he stuttered.
"You little shit, do you know how much cigarettes cost? And what if my parents caught come home and smell it in the house? You fucking stupid ass. You have to be more careful," she said, as she grabbed the cigarette pack from in front of me.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to try it. You turn me on when I see you smoke and I wanted to feel that pleasure," Jamie said like a little kid getting scolded.
"Well, next time just ask me and we can do it together," Samantha said with a pissed off look on her face. "But right now, we have to get rid of the smell."
Samantha lit one of her cigarettes and took a deep drag. She sat down on the coffee table facing him and exhaled slowly. "Jamie, do you wanna know why I smoke?" she asked as she licked her upper lip and stared at his mouth. "Yeah," he said nervously.
"Well, I love the way it makes my pussy feel when I inhale. The rush, the heat of the smoke, it's just so damn pleasurable. And when I exhale in front of someone watching me, it makes me wet and I want more. I started smoking in college, most of my friends were doing it and I had a boyfriend teach me how during sex. He would stop eating me out, I had to puff to get him to finish. He made me try it when I wanted to orgasm, and denied me until I smoked.
"Do you want me to teach you how to smoke? Just like he taught me?", she asked Jamie, exhaling and waiting his response.
Jamie nodded slowly, his heart was racing. "Yeah, I would like that," he said looking up at Samantha with wide eyes.
"Okay, take this cigarettes between your lips," she instructed him, her eyes never straying from his, "Light it, and take a puff, inhaling it deep, I know you know how to inhale, I saw you doing it. Show me you know how to smoke Jamie, it'll turn me on teaching you." Jamie followed her instructions, putting the cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. She watched as he took a deep puff, his cheeks sinking in and his eyes widening with pleasure.
"Now hold it in," she instructed, and he did. "Okay, now exhale."
He slowly let out the smoke, watching as Samantha leaned closer to him, taking in the scent. She was turned on, and the bulge in Jamie's pants let her know he was too.
"I want you to learn to inhale deeper and I'm going to feed on you when you smoke," she said, "When you exhale, blow it straight into my mouth."
Jamie did as he was told, taking a deeper puff and exhaling into Samantha's mouth. She kissed him deeply, not breaking their lips even as she pulled away.
She took a drag of her own cigarette and exhaled a thick, tasty cloud of smoke into his mouth. He inhaled and the warmth of the smoke sent shivers down to his hard cock. She reached down and gently stroked it through his pants as they continued to make out.
"I want you to smoke a joint with me, Jamie," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe and he groaned. "I want you to get high and eat my pussy, I need to get off," Samantha said as she pulled out a joint and lit it taking a big triple pull and leaning into Jamie as she said, "Take all this," and exhaled pot smoke into Jamie and watched as he exhaled.
The both were on the bed as she took another hit and sealed her mouth and lips over his again, pushing the smoke from her deep into his lungs.
"Come on Jamie, get high with me. I want you to taste my cum," she whispered as she rubbed the moist crotch of her wet cunt creating an aroma that wasn't very pleasant smelling. Jamie was starting to get high when she told him she was going to 'shotgun' him.
She put the lit end of the joint in her mouth and pulled Jamie to her, exhaling smoke, she forced him to close his mouth around hers and hit the joint as she exhaled, forcing a lot of smoke into Jamie as he took the hit. Jamie immediately began to feel the rapidly acting sensations of the drug coursing through his body. He got lost in the moment, with the taste of the weed, the faint taste of Samantha’s lipgloss, and the feeling of her soft lips against his.
As he exhaled, Samantha began to increase the pressure of her hips, rubbing and grinding against him. She then moved slowly and seductively down to his jeans. She leaned in and began to kiss and lick her way up the length of his stiffening cock.
All of a sudden, they both heard her parents shutting the front door. Both of them put their cigarettes out and reached for their clothes as Mr. Smith walked up the stairs. Mrs. Smith was already in the hallway and said, "Samantha?" They quickly put on their clothes just as Mr. Smith walked in, noticing that his daughter's hair was messy and her shirt was untucked. "Sam, what were you doing?," he could smell cigarette smoke and it was all in the air.
"Just talking to Jamie, Dad. What's up?" she said, acting nonchalantly.
Mr. Smith looked at them suspiciously and noticed the ashtray on the coffee table, filled with cigarette butts. "Did you guys smoke in the house?!" he asked, with a mad look on his face. "No, Dad, we didn't," Samantha lied, trying to sound cool and collected.
Mr. Smith didn't believe them. He looked at the ashtray, the smell of cigarettes still lingering in the air. He could see right through their bullshit.
"Don't lie to me, Samantha. I can smell it on you. And I can see the ashtray on the table," he said, his voice rising.
Samantha and Jamie exchanged a panicked look. They knew they had been caught. Mr. Smith walked over to the bed and asked Samantha again, "Have you been smoking?" He saw her eyes shift to Jamie. "What did you do to my daughter, Jamie?" he said, as he grabbed Jamie's collar and pulled him up from the bed.
Jamie was scared and didn't know what to say. He couldn't deny it because there was evidence all over the room. Mr. Smith's grip tightened as he dragged Jamie to the living room.
"Dad, stop it! You're hurting him!" Samantha shouted as she followed them.
Mrs. Smith took Samantha back in her bedroom. Mr. Smith took Jamie and bent him over his knees and pulled his pants down. He had a wooden paddle in his hand.
"Did you kiss my daughter after you smoked a cigarette, Jamie? " Mr. Smith asked as he held Jamie down. "Answer me," he demanded. Jamie didn't want to answer his question, but he didn't have a choice. He was already in enough trouble.
"Yes, I did," he muttered. Mr. Smith didn't waste any time. He raised the paddle and brought it down across Jamie's bare ass. "I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you. I'm going to spank your ass 'til you cry!" The sound of the paddle hitting his skin echoed through the house. Jamie let out a cry of pain as Mr. Smith continued to spank him and blister his ass.
Mrs. Smith brought Samantha outside her room and made her watch as her husband beat Jamie. Samantha watched as the paddle kept striking Jamie's ass and she knew she had helped cause it.