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 6

 

Synopsis: Katie returns home from her date with Brent.  Will she kiss and tell?  How will she deal with the day's events?

Carol spied Katie and Brent through the peephole as they sat in the glider underneath the porch light.  The glow on her daughter's face spoke volumes.  She couldn't help but smile as the young couple swayed back and forth on the glider serenaded by a chorus of crickets.  The look of shared love on their faces was undeniable.  Something important and meaningful had passed between them. 

Carol fought the urge to open the door.  Her heart was bursting with pride.  She wanted to hug Katie.  She wanted to cheer her on.  Carol had battled her share of doubts and fears.  There had been times when she had questioned the transition.  Was becoming a woman really in Jimmy's best interest or had he just been going through a phase?

Carol was a beneficiary of the change.  She had loved her son but had yearned for a daughter.  The emergence of Katie filled a gap that completed her life.  But had it completed Jimmy's?  Two is company and three is a crowd, she thought as she strained her eye against the peephole.  She saw Katie and Brent, but Jimmy was nowhere to be seen.  That hadn't been the case until tonight.

She watched through the glass as Katie took a cigarette from her purse and held it to her lips.  Without being asked, Brent fished a lighter from his pocket.  Katie fixed her eyes on him as she steadied his hand in hers and cupped the flame.  She accepted the light in the manner she had been taught.

Carol chuckled and shook her head as Katie leaned toward Brent and kissed him with smoke in her mouth.  The expression on Brent's face was priceless.  He was putty in her hands.

It was obvious to Carol that her daughter was no longer making the best of a bad situation.  She wasn't reacting to Brent.  She was purposely causing him to respond to her.  She was the one in charge and she was clearly enjoying her power over him.

Carol had seen enough.  There was no reason for her to continue this invasion of her daughter's privacy.  She stepped away from the door but couldn't fight the urge to take one last peek.  She looked again.  They were kissing.  Oh how sweet, she thought.  She grudgingly pulled her self away and took a seat on the couch.

She picked up the Lady's Home Journal and lit a cigarette.  She turned the pages but the words were a blur.  They didn't compute.  She was too blinded by thoughts of Katie and how happy she looked on the porch with Brent.

Happiness had eluded her son.  As his mother, she had sensed his sadness and inability to fit in.  Time and compassion might have healed some of his wounds but not all of them.  Life is a crapshoot.  Maybe he would have grown up and found a woman to share his life with, or perhaps not.  Her son had been bullied.  Those boys at Columbine had been bullied.  That was not the destiny she wanted for her child.  The irony of her Katie's relationship with Brent wasn't lost on her.  He was the kind of boy who had made her son's life miserable but now he fawned over him.  She smirked at the thought.

She looked up from her magazine as the front door opened and Katie stepped in, closing the door behind her.  She pushed her blonde bangs away from her eyes and sighed when she saw her mother.

"Don't you look happy," said Carol.  "Maybe Bobby and I should go to Stone Mountain and have a picnic."

Katie plopped down beside her on the couch.  "We didn't go to Stone Mountain.  We went to his family's lake house."

"My oh my," said Carol as she sat up straight.  "You were alone with him?  You look good so I guess you didn't have any problems."

"I told him I was on my period," said Katie as she lit one of her mother's cigarettes.  "You were right.  He didn't try to touch me down there."

Carol nodded as she searched the vibrant blonde for any signs of life from the insecure boy buried beneath her daughter's massive breasts.  Jimmy had vanished without a trace.  In his place sat Katie, who was suddenly more woman than girl.  The maturity was more than physical.  Any girl could look older with the right make-up and a cigarette.  The beasts alone were enough to make a difference.  But something else had changed.

Katie grinned at her mother as she tapped her cigarette over the ashtray.  She leaned back and enjoyed the smoke as it entered and exited her lungs.  She smoked it with the passion and confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted and had set out to get it.

"So, are you just going to sit there and torture me by making me guess or are you going to tell me why you're so happy?  Something happened between you and Brent today, didn't it?"

Katie sighed joyously as she exhaled a lungful of smoke.  "It was wonderful Mom.  I never knew being a woman could feel this good.  I never knew a woman could make a guy feel so good.  I always thought boys like Brent had it made.  When I was a boy I wanted to be just like him.  I thought he was so big and powerful.  It's not that way at all.  I mean, sure, he's big and he's strong and he could wipe his ass with me, but he'd never do that.  He can't do that.  He loves me.  I can make him do any thing I want him to do.  I'm so little and he's so big but I'm bigger than him."

Carol took a drag from her cigarette and giggled.  "Is this what it's all about.  You finally realized how strong women are?  I told you that in the beginning.  Guys think with their with penises and a woman can lead a man by his penis.  I thought something else happened."

"It did Mom.  Something else did happen.  I sucked his cock today", she said proudly.

Carol gasped and choked on her smoke.  "You did what?  You had oral sex with Brent?  You're kidding me, aren't you?"

Katie smiled knowingly at her mom as she leaned back against the couch cushions and pulled on her Virginia Slim.  "He came in my mouth and it wasn't gross.  It was beautiful.  It's so weird.  I don't know how to describe it.  I liked the way it tasted but it's not like I would drink it by the glass or any thing like that.  I liked it because it came from Brent.  I think I love him Mom."

Tears of joy ran down Carol's cheeks as she devoured her daughter's happiness.  She put her cigarette out and used both arms to embrace her.  "Oh Katie.  That's so wonderful.  I'm so happy for you."

*****

Katie stood in front of her full-length mirror admiring how her waist length teddy clung to her curves.  She lit a cigarette, puckered her lips and exhaled into the mirror.  Her body felt electric.  She quivered with delight as the silky fabric struggled to contain her bulging breasts.  She held the cigarette to her cheek and swished her hips, cocked her head and absorbed her profile.  She was so in love with her new self that she hardly noticed the tiny stiff penis ebbing and bobbing with her every movement.  She blew her reflection a kiss and lay down on her bed underneath its frilly canopy.

With her cigarette clutched securely between her lips she looked forward toward the foot of her bed, hoping to see her self in the mirror, but her 36 G breasts rose like mountains on a plain, blocking her view.  She placed both hands on top of the mounds and kneaded them with her fingers.  She cooed at the sensation that radiated from her firm nipples.

Katie smoked like a train as her right hand wandered off her breasts, across her flat stomach and coming to rest on top of the nub her alter ego had once called a penis.  She took the stiff nub between her fingers.  She stroked and pulled it as she thought of Brent.

Oh how wonderful it would be she thought, if her penis were a vagina.  She imagined Brent between her legs making penetration as she smoked beneath him.  The ash grew longer with each puff she took.  She knew it would fall and fall it did as it came to rest on her smooth neck.  The ash was warm but not hot.  She was making a mess but she didn't care.  Each puff of smoke that entered and left her lungs along with each pull of her short-slender penis brought her closer to the ecstasy she craved.

What would Brent see if he looked down on her now?  Smoke pouring from her flaring nostrils?  Her eyes rolled back in her head?  A grimace of pleasure glued to her face as, oh my God!  The world collapsed like a soft pillow smothering her with an explosion of endorphins that coursed through her body from head to toe.  She groaned as the feeling swallowed her whole.  Her hand basked in the slick moisture of the hot sticky semen that flowed from her diminishing manhood.

She rolled to her side and put out her spent cigarette.  As she did, her mountainous breasts collided with the mattress, giving her cause to giggle.  She didn't bother to wipe up the mess though she knew it would dry to her sheets and teddy.  She closed her eyes and thought of the last kiss she had shared with Brent as sleep stole over her.

(To be continued)

 

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