Warning:  This story contains smoking fetish content.  Don't read this story or any of my stories if smoking offends you. 

Cigarettes Are A Girl's Best Friend


By:  slimv

 

PART 5

 

Synopsis:  Bobby and Dr. Doyle have dinner to discuss her treatment of young Jimmy.  Jimmy and Brent go to family lake house.  Will he prove him self as a woman? 

 

Laura Doyle put down her menu, gave her order to the waiter and lit a cigarette.  "You know Bobby, I'm always glad to see you.  We go back a long way and you mean a great deal to me, but I have to tell you, I'm a little uncomfortable talking to you about Katie.  I know you're seeing her mother.  But you're still not family and even if you were, there would still be doctor-patient confidentiality issues to consider."

"We're friends Laura.  So lets talk like friends.  I think I have every right to be involved with this because Katie's life involves my life.  My God Laura!  My entire world has flip flopped ever since I gave Carol your phone number.  My best friend's son is dating my girlfriend's son.  And you realize of course that Brent has no idea that Katie is really a boy.  Their relationship affects my life.  And then there's what happened between Katie and Carol.  I couldn't believe it when Carol told me.  They committed incest you and encouraged it!"

"I didn't encourage it Bobby.  I'm Katie's doctor.  I'm not a cop and I'm not their pastor.  You think I'm evil because I don't share your views.  I realize your church is important to you but it's not important to me.  And it gets in Katie's way.  The last thing she needs right now is a bunch of bible thumping hypocrites throwing stones at her."

"I'm not throwing stones at Katie.  I'm throwing them at you Laura.  Carol said you suggested a prostitute.  Why didn't you stick to your guns?  For Christ's sake, all he needed was a willing female to get his rocks off with.  It didn't need to be Carol.  What were you thinking?"

"I was killing two birds with one stone.  Katie isn't like most of my patients.  He's confused about his gender but he's walking a fine wire as far as his sexuality is concerned.  He's bi-sexual.  Some people think that's fine but I don't prescribe to that school of thought.  I believe a person has to choose a team and stick with it.  You're either straight or your gay.  It's black and white in my book.  I think any thing else causes uncertainty and doubt later in life."

"Maybe you're right Laura.  I wouldn't know.  But shouldn't Jimmy or Katie decide this for his or her self?"

"That would be OK in a perfect world, but we don't have that kind of time."

"OK, now that you mention it.  I've been wondering about this too.  Why is everything happening so fast?  I'm not an expert but I thought this kind of thing took years to resolve."

"It often does take years, but it shouldn't," said Laura.  "Look Bobby, I've already told you more than I intended, but since I've gone this far I'll go all the way.  The reason why I didn't discourage the incest issue between Carol and Jimmy is because Jimmy is heterosexual.  That means he has an Oedipus complex."

"Give me a God damn break Laura.  Why do you shrinks think every guy wants to fuck his mother?

"Because it's true Bobby.  You may not want to admit it because you're over that stage of your life.  But you're really not.  You're forgetting.  I knew your mother well.  And from what I can see, Carol and your mom could be twins, so don't sit there holier and thou and tell me that I don't know what I'm talking about.  Maybe if you had had sex with your mother you wouldn't be with Carol now.  Maybe you never would have married and divorced Janet.  After all, she was quite a lot like your mom too.  Well Jimmy has this Oedipus business behind him now.  He needed to know what it was like to have sex as a male and I helped him to discover what it was like.  He can proceed with his new life without regrets.  And he won't be burdened by trying to find his mother in all his future sex partners."

"You can rationalize anything Laura, can't you?"

"That's why I get the big bucks Bobby.  Good logic doesn't always mix with good morals."

"Let's say you're right about this Oedipus thing.  Why the hell are you rushing things?"

"The urgency is based on my personal experience and I happen to believe my personal experience has value.  Jimmy isn't my first client with gender issues.  I've tried it by the book Bobby.  Just because his condition doesn't appear to be immediately life threatening, it still requires an immediate remedy.  He's 13.  He has his whole life in front of him but that life is largely based on his life right now."

Laura took a drag from her cigarette and continued.  "There's no doubt in my mind that Jimmy should have been born a girl.  I feel it in my bones.  If I'm wrong, he won't be able to bring him self to have a sexual relationship with Brent.  He'll stop before it happens.  His wiring won't allow it.  And if that happens, I'll readjust my strategy.  But it's not going to happen.  Katie wants this more than Jimmy doesn't want it.  You mark my words Bobby."

She crushed out her cigarette and lit another.  She pointed the lit end at Bobby as if she needed a prop to get his attention.  "Bobby, I've been in love with you since the first day we met in college.  And you loved me until..."

"Until I found out you were really a guy with a penis," finished Bobby.

"Precisely," said Carol, pausing to take a drag.  "I knew I was meant to be a woman when I was Jimmy's age.  But my parents wanted to cure me.  My doctors wanted to make sure.  My life was a living hell in that in-between stage.  You're a good man Bobby.  If I had been a woman when we met, you might have been able to accept me.  I don't blame you for changing your feelings when you found out.  But I remember the look on your face when you saw my penis.  You can't tell me that look would have been different if I had showed you a vagina and told you that there used to be a penis there."

*****

Katie puffed nervously on her cigarette as Brent steered the car along the narrow and winding back roads.  They were supposed to be going to Stone Mountain Park for a picnic lunch.  That's what Brent had told Katie and that was the story he had told his mother.  But here they were on the shores of Lake Lanier driving toward Brent's lake house.  Of course it wasn't Brent's house.  It belonged to his parents who didn't know their son had plans to borrow it.

He could have told Brent no.  Going to the lake house was Brent's idea but he had asked Katie if it would be OK and she had said yes.  He could still change his mind.  Brent would be disappointed but he'd survive.  More importantly, Katie would survive.

Katie lit another cigarette and looked out the car's window.  There were few houses and many trees.  Brent could bury him in these woods and no one would ever find him.  For that matter, he could dump his body in the lake.  Either way, the stakes were high.  His life depended on him keeping his head.

"Are you sure this is OK with you," asked Brent.  "We can still go to Stone Mountain if you want.  You look so nervous."

"No, I'm fine.  I want to see the lake house.  It's just that I started my period today and I feel a little queasy.  But I'm fine.  This is fun.  Thanks for taking me."

Brent grimaced as he thought of her period.  He was a guy and he wasn't knowledgeable about such things.  He was on a need to know basis as far as the female body was concerned and periods were something he didn't need to know about it.

Katie took a deep puff from her cigarette and wondered if Brent would pick up on his subtle message.  His mom, being a wise woman had told him about the period ploy.  She said it would keep Brent out of her panties.  Katie hoped his mother was right.

Katie's shoulder bumped against the car door as Brent turned off the paved road.  The gravel trail was bumpy and Brent swerved to miss the potholes.  An ash fell from her cigarette to her lap and she bushed it away.  When she looked up, Brent was pulling up a driveway that led to a cedar A-frame house.  He could see the lake behind it and thought it would probably make for a nice view from the back of the house.

"We're here," said Brent, as he put the car in park and turned off the engine.

*****

After touring the house, Brent led Katie to the couch.  He told her to have a seat while he got one of his mother's ashtrays from the kitchen.  He asked if she wanted any thing to drink and Katie told him to bring a Diet Coke if he had one.

As he sat on the couch waiting for Brent, he wondered why he had allowed himself to get in this predicament.  He knew full well why he was here.  He had come to prove a point to himself and to his mother and to Dr. Doyle.  He would find out today if he had what it took to be a woman.

Brent placed an ashtray and two Diet Cokes on the coffee table and took a seat beside Katie.  He saw she was holding an unlit cigarette, so he fished the borrowed lighter from his pocket.

Katie accepted his light, inhaled a deep puff and thanked him as he exhaled the smoke directly in Brent's face.  He wasn't being rude.  He knew Brent liked it when he did it.  And he needed the confidence boost.

Brent felt a stirring in his loins.  Katie noticed it too but said nothing, so as not to embarrass him.  Seeing Brent's erection and knowing he was the cause of it made him feel sexy.

Brent had a difficult time believing that the beautiful busty chain smoker sitting beside him was only 13.  He feared she was more of a woman than he was a man.  It bothered him to be intimidated by her adult features and habits.  He felt like a little boy sitting beside her.  He grew up hearing his mother say girls mature faster than boys.  Perhaps his mother knew what she was talking about.

"Is every thing OK," asked Katie?  "You look bothered.  Are you on your period too?"

Brent laughed at Katie's joke.  "No, nothing like that.  At least I hope not.  I just can't get over the fact that you're only 13."

"Is that a problem," asked Katie shyly? 

"No, it's not.  I just feel nervous.  I've never been out with a girl as pretty as you."

Katie smiled at him and blew another puff of smoke in his face to keep the fire in his pants stoked.

Brent shifted his body on the couch so he could put an arm around her.  He drew her close and pressed his lips against hers.  Her mouth opened to receive his tongue.  She tasted like burnt tobacco.  It was a taste he had dreamed of every night since their first date.  He loved the flavor of her smoky kisses.

As much as it turned him on to see her smoke, it bothered him that she was allowed to something he wasn't.  He knew it was a juvenile thought.  He was being stupid and showing his immaturity by thinking about it.  Better to be quiet and thought a fool than to speak up and remove all doubt.  He spoke up anyway.

"Can I try one of your cigarettes," he asked.

"No."

He was surprised by her prompt rejection.  She hadn't even thought about it.  "Why not," he asked?  "You smoke and I'm older than you."

Katie told him that age had nothing to do with it.  "If I jumped off a cliff, would you jump too, just because you're older than me?"

"That's not the same thing," argued Brent.  "What's your problem?"

Katie was just following his mother instructions by saying no, but he didn't want the disagreement to get in the way of what he needed to do.  He took his mother's advice.  He put the cigarette to his lips and pulled hard on the filter.  Without inhaling, he pressed his lips to Brents and blew the smoke gently in his mouth. 

Brent was taken by surprise.  He coughed and sputtered.  But he was also excited.  "Do that again," he said.

Katie disregarded Brent's request and unzipped the fly on his jeans.

Brent forgot about the kiss and undid the button as he squirmed out of his jeans.

Katie stared at his destiny, as it stood tall between Brent's legs.  He closed his eyes and opened them again.  The penis was still there, all seven inches of it.  As he looked at Brent, he thought of the night spent with his mother.  He liked Brent and he wanted to make him feel as good as his mother had made him feel that night.

He took a puff from his cigarette and exhaled on Brent's penis.  Brent gasped.  If Katie didn't do something right away, Brent would have an orgasm without his help.

He put his cigarette out in the ashtray and knelt on the floor in front of Brent's spread legs.  He felt Brent quiver as he took the penis in his hand.  He ran his fingers up the shaft, stopping to play with the engorged head.  The sight of Brent's penis in his hand was strange indeed.  He analyzed his feelings as he moved it between his fingers.  He thought about the softness of the skin.  He leaned forward and kissed it with his lips and then rubbed the head against his cheek.

"You don't have to do this," said Brent.

Katie looked up at him.  "You're right.  I don't have to do any thing.  But I want to do this.  I think I've wanted to do this from the first time I saw you.  I really like you Brent."

"I like you too Katie.  I won't cum in your mouth.  I promise."

He gently kissed the penis head, looked up again and smiled.  "That's OK.  I want you too."

Brent watched as Katie's head went down.  Her long blonde hair covered his lap.  He tensed as he felt his penis disappear in to the sweet dark recesses of her wet warm mouth.  His head fell back and he took her hair in his hand and stroked it as she lovingly attended to him.

This wasn't the first time a girl had sucked him off.  But this was different.  He'd never cared for those girls.  They were sluts- all of them.  But Katie was different.  She was his princess and the love of his young life.

For the first time since putting on his mother's clothes, Katie felt like a woman.  Making love to Brent with his mouth seemed like the most natural thing in the world.  Brent's moans were music to his ears.  The touch of his hands against his hair made him swoon.  He felt no shame as he caressed Brent's sweet penis with his tongue.  He was Brent's girl and he was her guy. 

He heard and felt the warning signs.  The muscles in Brent's thighs tensed.  Brent's groans penetrated his ears.  He felt the power of his hands and thrust of his hips and they joined to push him deeper into her mouth.  He was cumming and the taste of his sperm was like victory.  His life fluid filled her mouth.  It was hot.  It was salty.  It was Brent and she loved it.  She swallowed it without hesitation.  And when she was done, she released him from her mouth and kissed the tip of his penis that was still erect.

He thanked her.  She answered him by kissing the tip of his penis again.

"I wish I could do the same for you," he said.  "I wish you'd let me make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Katie smiled up at him.  "You will some day.  Just not today."

(To be continued)

 

since 9/04/04