Chapter 1: Introduction
A thick fog of cigarette smoke mixed with some weed and cigar mingled in the close, hazy darkness of the booming house party. Jamie saw Heather having a beer and smoking a cigarette.
She flung her fiery long red hair back from her face and inhaled the long, thin cigarette between her slender fingers. Red lipstick was painting a crimson ring around the long filter as she exhaled a large plume of smoke above her head and into the lights. She loved how smoking made her feel sexy and more attractive in front of the party. She wasn't afraid to show everyone she smoked and that she had style.
Jamie watched, dry-mouthed, and thinking to himself, "That was fucking sexy."
She caught him staring at her as she exhaled, more than once. She smoked on the cigarette like a pro, with her mouth wrapped so perfectly around it. It was almost innocent, but Heather did it with a mouth-watering confidence and she knew she was turning Jamie on by smoking.
"Do you smoke Jamie?" she said. She proffered the cigarette. Jamie declined like he was a non-smoker as she puffed again and moved closer to him, exhaling her smoke all in his face, making him breathe it in.
She was so close that he could smell her hot and fresh menthol breath as she spoke. "I think guys that smoke are a turn-on," she whispered thickly, putting her hand on his shoulder and slowly letting her smoke drift down to his chest. Her fingers that held her cigarette traced the line his face down his chest. Jamie felt a shiver run down his spine.
Heather pulled Jamie towards the hallway and into an empty bedroom that was only lit by a faint bathroom light spilling from under the door.
There were no words between them as she slowly and deliberately shut the door. Their eyes met as Heather lit another cigarette, illuminating her face as the cherry on her cigarette grew long and fiery red. She put her arms around his neck and, with one swift confident motion, pulled him in for a deep, wet, passionate kiss before she exhaled.
He tasted her hot cigarette breath as their tongues mingled and a garbled moan escaped from his throat. As her tongue probed his mouth, she took control of the kiss exploring him fully. Her taste and smell was womanly and feminine, with a strong menthol flavor in her mouth and on her tongue and her breath was turning Jamie on. He was getting intoxicated and very horny from her scent and the taste she was giving him. As they kissed and made out, she kept vigorously puffing and exhaling mouthfuls of mentholated smoke into his mouth. She was driving him wild, and Jamie started getting hard and wanted more.
She broke the kiss and puffed again and this time she put the cigarette to Jamie's lips and said, "Smoke for me Jamie, just take one puff."
Jamie hesitated and started to back away, but Heather smiled and sensually pulled his head back towards her cigarette with one hand while her other hand deftly slid the lipstick stained cigarette past his lips without resistance. Jamie was horny now and obliged with her soft command, taking a deep drag as she watched him and smiled, holding the cigarette in his mouth.
Jamie puffed it hard, he was horny from watching her smoke and tasting it on her breath. He inhaled deeply after the long first puff, with her staring at him, he exhaled as Heather let out a low moan and watched with fascination. He had been shy about smoking at the party, but they were alone now, and in this moment Heather had made him truly embrace the experience.
He had a surge in his eyes when the menthol taste exploded on his tongue and gave him a fresh feeling in his throat. Heather caressed his face and prepared to kiss him again by giving him another long puff. As soon as Jamie had finished his puff and was inhaling, Heather locked her arms around him and slipped her tongue deep into his mouth, entangling it with his as a hot blast of menthol filled their senses. She kept her tongue in his mouth and forced him to exhale the smoke through his nose, and Jamie felt the taste-searing sensation of the smoke forced directly out of his nose as their tongues fought a wet, slippery battle. Heather loved tasting her cigarettes in his mouth and she was getting very wet smoking with him like this.
Jamie could smell her breath heavy against his lips, with its aroma burning into his nose and the taste and smell of her smoke and perfume made his cock throb as they kissed.
Heather tasted like cigarettes and she smelled like she had been smoking cigarettes inside a car with the windows rolled up. A strong menthol flavor laced her tongue, her mouth and her hot breath that had transferred her nicotine lust onto him with each kiss. He loved this. She was alluring with cigarettes, the thing that turned her on the most.
As they kissed, Heather reached for her pack of Virginia Slims Menthol on the nightstand and offered one to Jamie. He took Heather's long cigarette between his fingers and pressed it against his lips. She pulled out one for herself and placed it in her lips as she watched Jamie intently. His mouth closed over the filter, and then she leaned over and struck a match to light it for him and then lit hers.
"Can you do a French inhale like this?" she said seductively, demonstrating her own long, deep drag. With a moments hesitation, she opened her mouth and a large stream of smoke began curling up over her top lip and was immediately sucked in through her nose. She sucked a long trail of thick smoke that burned her nostrils. She smiled seductively at Jamie and softly blew her smoke in his face with the strong exhale.
"Let me see you try it," Heather said, watching intently and taunting with him as Jamie attempted to copy the way she performed the French inhale.
Jamie fumbled with his cigarette as he tried to pull a long stream of smoke into his lungs after taking a puff. As he opened his lips to release a burst of smoke, he inhaled sharply through his nose and was instantly engulfed by the pungent, burning sensation as the smoke coated his nasal passages.
He felt a tingling sensation in his nostrils and tasted the sweet, tart, and acrid flavor of the Virginia Slims Menthol. He started to exhale, but Heather was turned on too much from watching him do a French inhale. She quickly covered his lips with hers and tasted his exhale. Jamie opened his mouth as Heather slipped her tongue into his, and a metalic, tartly-sweet taste of her smoke mixed with his tongue. She stroked his lips with her tongue as she sucked his exhale in. Jamie shuddered at the taste and sensation of Heather's hot mouth as she sucked his inhale and took it into her lungs.
"Fuck Jamie, that's so hot!" Heather moaned and exhaled his smoke feeling a quiver in her body.
Their tongues fought each other, twined and pulsed in wet and warm pressure that was getting them more and more turned on. Smoking had always been Heather's number one fantasy. But this moment was definitely a bonus. She wanted Jamie, she wanted to taste him. Her mind turned to sexual lust and all she could think about was getting him to keep smoking make him eat her pussy. Her cunt was already wet at the moment and it was growing by the second.
Their kisses had gone from a simple French inhale to something a lot more sexual now. Heather said, "I want to show you how to share the smoke. We need to mingle a little bit and have another beer, then we can take my car and go parking if you want to?
Jamie said yes as the put their cigarettes out and walked back into the party.
In the crowded room of people, a friend of Heather's, Cameron, came up to her asking if he could bum a cigarette. She of course said yes and handed him a Virginia Slims. Cameron laughed and said, "What? I can't smoke that! It's too fucking feminine. That's a woman's cigarette," and handed it back to her laughing as a few people were listening.
Heather responded in a louder voice which made the audience grow even more, "Who says men can't smoke these just because they're slim and long doesn't mean they're not strong and hard," as she put the cigarette between her lips and lit it. She finished by saying, "Jamie just smoked one!" punctuating each word with her smoke in an exaggerated, seductive way.
When she said this, it made Jamie feel
a jolt of excitement, as if she was sharing a dirty secret to the entire room.
Cameron blushed and stammered a bit, not sure if she was joking or serious. He looked over at Jamie trying to get a read on him.
Jamie didn't say a word he just had a look like, " Fuck yeah, I smoked that cigarette." The group of friends laughed and cheered at Jamie, jeering him about smoking, giving him a sense of shame and embarrassment. Heather had just outed Jamie as a smoker.
He felt his face turn red and his body grew tense as he realized that she had just revealed one of his deepest secrets to a group of people. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, but at the same time, he was also turned on by her boldness and confidence.
As they walked towards the kitchen, Jamie couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He had never been with a girl like Heather before. She was confident, adventurous, and didn't seem to care what anyone else thought of her.
Heather was a red-head with braces that had a smoking fetish, smoking Virginia Slims Menthol 120's and loving to date people who did smoke. Seeing other guys smoke, got her hot. And Jamie was turned on too, as the chemistry between them sizzled and crackled like the cherry on a cigarette.
As they walked to the car, Heather's panties were soaking wet thinking about his tongue and what she was going to get him to do next.
She looked up at him with a wicked smile on her face and said, "I know a quiet spot where we can go."