My First Cigarette

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All persons in this story are eighteen years of age or over.

“Forget the latest dress, shoes or handbag, the most desirable accessory you need, Pippa, is a cigarette,” Jess said. “You’re the only one in our group who doesn’t smoke!”

I loved Jess to bits. She was more like my sister than my best friend, and she was usually right about most things. I had been curious to try a cigarette for some time now. I’d asked a few of our friends, including my mother, why they smoked and what convinced them to try it in the first place. It felt like I was missing out on something.

There was also another desire eating away at me. I wanted to shake off the innocent girl next door image, the little Miss goody two shoes and express my resistance to those perceptions that people had of me.

Jess was the first person I actually asked why she started. She told me, “I fancied an older guy who smoked. I thought it would make me look older. I felt sexy. It worked,” she laughed. “Now I’m just addicted to it.”

When I asked Nicola, one of our social smoking friends, she answered, “I couldn’t be a regular smoker, but when I’m drinking, I have to have one. I don’t really know why, Pippa. I like how it feels and looks when I’m mixing with other smokers enjoying a cigarette, and it’s very satisfying.”

When I asked my mum one day why she started smoking, she said, “Everybody smoked when I was your age, Pippa. Cigarettes were cheap and sociable. The worst thing you can do is start!”

In school, the girls and boys who smoked were seen as rebellious, sexy, tough, confident, the ‘in’ crowd, the fun and exciting people. Being a non-smoker, and a straight A student, I was seen as one of the more sensible girls. Never one to take a risk.

Whenever I was drinking with my friends the urge to ask to try a few drags was always bubbling away inside of me. But I never quite managed to say the words.

Inside my bedroom did in fact live an unlit Lambert and Butler, cork filtered cigarette. They were the brand my mother smoked. I had stolen it, or rather borrowed it for role playing purposes. It was actually the third one I’d taken. The first one I carelessly damaged putting it back inside my mother’s packet. The second, I foolishly stained the cork filter with my lipstick, so both ended up in the bin.

Childish for a young eighteen-year-old woman, yes, but it felt exciting for some strange reason. I would pretend to smoke while I did my hair and make-up, wondering if I could handle the smoldering smoke if I lit it and let it dangle from my mouth.

What I enjoyed the most though was flaunting in front of my bedroom mirror, dressed to impress, ready to go out, trying out many poses with the cigarette before hiding it in my drawer again.

My long brown hair would be fixed into one of many of my experimental styles. I didn’t have a favourite. I would be wearing a dress, usually short and low cut. At 5ft 5inches I hated skirts. Having large breasts for my age I also hated tops. Like my hairstyles, my make up varied, but my nails were always immaculately manicured. I’m obsessed with long, fake nails. I would then prance and pose in front of my bedroom mirror, smiling, frowning, and laughing before practicing my most seductive, sultry look with the unlit cigarette between my fingers.

I believed I had the whole inhale and exhaling thing down to a tee. I’d practiced enough times, although I knew inhaling real smoke would be a considerably different experience.

Now, inside Jess’s bedroom, feeling as if she could read my thoughts, Jess convinced me that smoking would suit me. It was an accessory I agreed I needed. I could be a social smoker, no problem.

“Are you ready to try your first cigarette, Pippa?” she grinned mischievously.

I giggled nervously. “Yes.”

Jess opened her school bag and pulled out a packet of Marlboro Menthol cigarettes and a black lighter. I read the ‘Smoking Kills’ warning on the front of the packet and smiled. It was a pointless warning from the tobacco company, forced upon them by the government.

“One for you,” Jess giggled, handing me an all-white Marlboro. “And one for me,” she giggled again, dropping her school bag onto her bedroom floor, and the packet of Marlboro onto her bed.

I held the cigarette in my hand like a child holding a small mouse. It was if I’d never seen a cigarette before.

“Ok, now watch me and do everything I say.” Jess was so excited, shifting on the bed. Her blonde ponytail swung from side to side as she moved closer towards me.

“I got it,” I giggled, holding the cigarette between the tips of my index and middle fingers, just as Jess had done, and I had done with the cork filtered cigarette in my bedroom.

Watching Jess light her cigarette, her cheeks hollowing as the end of the cigarette burned bright orange, sizzling, I waited excitedly for my turn. Handing me her red lighter, I smiled when she sucked istanbul travesti a thick ball of smoke into her mouth.

I took the lighter from her grasp as she inhaled deeply. Jess then held the smoke inside her lungs and smiled at me before exhaling up at her bedroom ceiling.

Like I had done many times in the privacy of my own bedroom, I excitedly placed the filter between my soft lips. For the first time, however, the filter was white, and I was pressing down on the lighter for real. I swallowed nervously, hoping I could do this as Jess watched me, grinning mischievously.

The naked flame instantly appeared with the click, and then I positioned it at the end of my cigarette.

“Because it’s your first cigarette only pull a small amount of smoke into your mouth. You’ll cough your guts up if you take in too much,” Jess coached me. I did as she advised. “Now hold the smoke for a second inside your mouth. Let it cool down. You won’t feel it cool, but you need to let your mouth get used to it. It’ll taste warm and minty.”

I followed her every instruction, adjusting to the warm, minty, smoky taste consuming my senses.

“As you remove the cigarette from your mouth inhale the smoke into your lungs with a deep breath. This will hopefully stop you coughing violently.”

Her final instruction failed miserably. I coughed and hated the taste. But I was determined to smoke at least one drag correctly.

Jess laughed at me before taking a drag from her cigarette. “It takes practice, but you look hot with a cigarette!”

I put the cigarette between my lips again and pulled a smaller amount of smoke into my mouth this time. I held it there for a few seconds longer before I was forced to cough it out. Never in my life had I been so determined to succeed at something so awful. I tried again, and again until eventually I inhaled the smoke. I grinned triumphantly before I exhaled like a real smoker. Jess beamed and nodded her approval. I had succeeded.

I took another drag and felt excited exhaling for a second time. My head immediately started buzzing. I had all but one drag left as the cigarette reached the Marlboro logo. I took that final drag, slowly like the others, before sucking the minty smoke into my mouth and inhaling it into my young, vibrant lungs.

I exhaled and smiled at my best friend as she stubbed out her cigarette. That was the only part of smoking I found off putting. Crushing out the cigarette butt with one’s own fingers, especially with perfectly manicured fingernails like mine.

But when I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray, I realised it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated, but I did feel the need to immediately wash my hands afterwards. The smell remained on my fingers, another reminder of why I shouldn’t start smoking, but I was super excited and pleased with myself.

“So, what do you think?” Jess asked, when I returned from the bathroom.

“I don’t really know!” I blushed, feeling wickedly guilty. We both set about laughing our heads off.

“You’ll be smoking with the rest of us now,” she nudged me with that cheeky grin of hers. “You looked hot. I mean … you always look hot, but I knew you’d look even hotter with a cigarette on the go.”

“You’re crazy,” I laughed, naively missing my best friend’s fascination towards me smoking.

We then chatted about the boys in school and some of the older boys we fancied outside of school, before Jess decided it was time for another cigarette.

Once again, she pulled the packet from her bag and pulled two out. I took mine from her hand more confidently this time and smiled as Jess lit her cigarette.

After lighting my second cigarette, I took two wary drags before I managed to relax and appear more natural. Jess continually complimented me on how well the cigarette suited me, and how sexier it made me look.

I blushed, thanking her as we sat side by side smoking. But then I began to feel strange. The way Jess was grinning at me whilst we smoked had me feeling strange all of a sudden.

“What?” I squirmed, before taking my longest drag yet.

Choosing not to answer, Jess instead took an equally long drag from her cigarette and gazed deeply into my eyes. Inhaling the minty smoke into my lungs, I gulped and held it for a few seconds. Jess smiled, inhaling and then exhaling. Her intentions became a little clearer when her gaze moved to my lips when I exhaled, and then back to my eyes, making intense eye contact.

Holding firm, I took another long drag from my cigarette and watched her gaze moving slowly from my lips to my eyes once more.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of two schoolgirls smoking. The atmosphere was electric.

I took my final drag and stubbed out my cigarette. Jess soon followed, grinning as she exhaled her final drag and stubbed out her cigarette next to mine. Our fingers touched, causing me to shiver anxiously.

My travesti istanbul heart began to beat faster with a mixture of nerves and confusion. The way Jess was acting had me feeling suspicious. She clearly had something on her mind, something she obviously wanted to share with me.

Jess moved the ashtray from her bed and moved closer towards me. She stared into my eyes once more and removed the black bobble in her hair, freeing her blonde ponytail.

“All the boys fancy you, Pippa,” she said softly, reaching for the purple bobble holding my ponytail.

“Do they?” I gulped, wondering where she was going with this, as I felt my long brown hair cascade down my back.

“So do I,” she smiled.

“Thanks. I think you’re beautiful too,” I replied, feeling awkward but also aroused all of a sudden.

The way Jess lingered in my presence, the mixture of her perfume and cigarette smoke, was having an unexpectedly strange and hypnotic effect on me.

I went to stand up. I needed to move away from my best friend, but she grabbed my arm and persuaded me to sit back down.

“What time are your parents’ home?” I swallowed anxiously, trying to distract her from whatever she was thinking.

“Not for a couple of hours,” she smiled, stroking my bare arm up to the short sleeve of my school blouse.

“Urm, Jess, what are you doing?” I asked, leaning back as she leant forwards.

When my mouth opened and the words stopped flowing, Jess pulled me towards her and kissed me. Her lips were so soft I found myself responding.

As we kissed with our lips only, I closed my eyes and started to feel myself being led down. Jess softly positioned me onto my back on top of her bed. She then led half on top of me and half to the side, one leg over mine. Her tongue came out, I felt it against my lips, trying to enter my mouth. I gasped and let her inside. Our tongues moved softly together, and we moaned as one.

Then, her hand started unbuttoning my school blouse. I thought about protesting but then my blouse was suddenly undone, and Jess had it pulled apart. I’d never felt so aroused in my life.

Jess sighed heavily into my face, crushing her mouth against mine. All I could do was wrap my arms around her and meet her passion head on.

With my blouse open, Jess pulled it down my shoulders. Keeping my eyes closed, still kissing, I wriggled to aid her in removing it. She then reached round my back and unclasped my bra.

“Jess,” I gasped, finally opening my eyes.

“Relax, Pippa,” she smiled, kissing my lips and planting a hand on my left breast.

“Take off your blouse and bra too,” I sighed nervously.

Jess giggled, sat up and quickly unbuttoned her school blouse. “I want you to remove my bra,” she said.

I sat up as she turned her back to me and I quickly returned the favour. We were now dressed in just our grey school skirts, black shoes and grey knee-high socks.

“Let’s do a smoky kiss,” she giggled excitedly.

“A what?” I laughed.

“Stand up,” she said.

Rising from the bed, my breasts jiggled, and Jess giggled. “I’ve always wanted to see your big tits.” I blushed, glancing at her, firm, perky breasts. They weren’t much smaller than mine.

Jess took only one cigarette from her packet this time. She lit it and then handed it to me as she inhaled. Still blushing, I took it from her fingers and sucked on the filter.

We giggled childishly, exhaling before Jess wrapped her arms around my neck. Holding the cigarette, I carefully put my hands on her waist, and we kissed again.

Our breasts touched and then squashed together as we pulled each other closer. After a few moments, Jess pulled her head back and signaled she wanted another drag. I raised my hand from her waist and offered the cigarette to her mouth.

Jess gazed into my eyes sexily as her lips closed around the white filter. I felt tingles up my spine as she drew on the cigarette. Moving my hand away, so she could inhale the smoke, Jess grinned, and the smoke drifted from her mouth. I didn’t care that she was my best friend, another female, I only wanted to kiss her again.

I tilted my head to the side and kissed her as the smoke continued to drift. Jess moaned into my mouth before pulling her head back again.

“Your turn,” she giggled.

I smiled, put the filter between my lips and drew a deep drag. I don’t think I managed it quite as erotic as Jess, but I think she was impressed when the smoke began to drift from my mouth.

We continued this unusually erotic style of foreplay until the cigarette was smoked. Reluctantly stepping away from her, stubbing out the cigarette, Jess took the few steps towards the ashtray with me.

I felt her hand at the base of my spine, fumbling with the zipper on my school skirt. I laughed as she pulled the zip down and started removing the skirt. I turned around to face her, kissed her, and reached istanbul travestileri for the zipper on her school skirt.

In a crazy whirlwind of excited fumbling, Jess and I were soon naked, laughing and falling onto her bed.

“This is mental, Jess,” I said.

“But fun!” she moaned, grabbing my breasts as she landed on top of me.

Jess groped my breasts as we kissed. I rested my hands on her firm, tight, arse cheeks and moaned into her mouth. Her hands softy caressing my breasts, touching my hard nipples, sent tingles down to my pussy.

I couldn’t believe how natural this all felt to me. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian, or a girl with bisexual tendencies, but everything felt so right, nerve racking, but so right.

After a few minutes, Jess kissed across my face to my left ear lobe, and then down the side of my neck and across to my throat. I reacted to every nerve tingling sensation that her soft kisses created.

I tilted my head backwards, lifting my chin and exposing more of my throat. Jess groaned a little giggle and worked her way down to my breasts.

Gasping as she took turns on my nipples, teasing them in and out of her mouth, I brought my hands round and under Jess’s body and cupped her hanging breasts. Lifting them up, realising how heavy they were, I gently squeezed and took delight in Jess’s response. She sucked harder on my nipples.

Then suddenly it all stopped. Jess raised her head from my breasts and grinned at me, leaving me panting for more.

“I didn’t think you’d be this easy,” she sniggered.

“Fuck off!” I laughed, blushing beet root.

“I want to taste you properly now,” she then smirked.

Before I had time to say anything, Jess turned herself around, so we were looking between each other’s legs. I don’t know what Jess was thinking, staring down at my excited, shaven mound, but she was moaning in anticipation while I glared wide eyed and shell shocked at the glistening shaven mound hovering above me.

With her knees either side of my body, her legs spread, I watched Jess’s pussy lips part, unsticking themselves as her tight slit peeled itself open.

I froze at first, knowing what Jess wanted, but unsure if I could do it. But then, soft kisses inside my spread thighs caused me to gasp, before I exhaled a deep groan when her tongue touched and licked the full length of my pussy, from my clit to my opening and then back up again.

Jess wiggled her arse at me, but I didn’t respond. My eyes were flickering open and closed like a light bulb turning on and off as she spread my lips, slipped a finger inside and tongued my clit. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going to cum and scream her house down soon.

I think Jess figured as much. She lowered her arse, bringing her need to have my tongue exploring her slippery folds with an inch of my reluctant mouth. It wasn’t reluctant for long, however, as I eventually gave in.

Grabbing and spreading her arse cheeks, I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue. Jess moaned louder than me, wriggling as we tasted each other on a whole new level.

Surprised but not surprised she tasted similar to myself, I sought out Jess’s clit and massaged it with my tongue, the way I liked it done to me.

Jess responded more than encouragingly. She put her hands under my arse and we buried our heads deeply between each other’s legs.

At first, I thought the severe wetness was my saliva as I licked hungrily, but then I noticed the taste getting stronger and stronger. My own orgasm neared but Jess beat me to it.

Her body began to shudder above me and then her juices flowed onto my tongue and into my mouth. I kept licking her clit until Jess finally lifted her head from between my legs and arched her back. She groaned and cursed at her bedroom wall before panting and grinding her pussy down onto my face.

When Jess finished climaxing, she buried her head between my legs once more, determined to finish what she started. She spread my lips, fingered my pussy hard this time and licked my clit again.

“Cum, Pippa!” she urged me. “Cum for me!”

I closed my eyes, relaxing into the bed, free from any responsibility now, and thrust my hips up and down. Nothing could be further from my mind than experiencing my first lesbian orgasm.

Rougher than a man, yet softer at the same time, Jess brought me to the best orgasm of my life.

Jess finally climbed off me, and the bed, and I opened my eyes, sighing up at her bedroom ceiling, completely satisfied. Forgetting how I ended up naked on my best friend’s bed after school, I was suddenly reminded when I heard the click of a lighter.

Glancing to my right, I smiled as Jess handed me a lit cigarette. She had one of her own, smoldering between her fingers as she picked up the ashtray and rested it on my stomach.

I remained in that position, flat on my back languidly smoking my first post-orgasm cigarette. I tapped the ash into the tray and laughed at Jess. She grinned, inhaled thick cigarette smoke, brushed the hair from my sweaty forehead, and exhaled across my swollen breasts.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, with a wry smile.

“I think I did,” I beamed.

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