Warning: Smoking is a presented in a positive light in this sweet and sentimental tale of a teenage boy and his feminine side. The author is a very bad man who smokes himself. He doesn't care in the slightest if you're offended by the nonsense he writes. As a matter of fact, he coughs in your general direction and doesn't even cover his mouth with his hand. With that being said, please enjoy the story. As always, comments are greatly appreciated.

The Double Date

By: slimv Part 2

Kaila stood back and allowed Tom to open the door of the shiny new red BMW for her. She slipped in to the black leather seat, reached across the console and pulled open the latch for him.

"So what do you want to do," he asked?

"Right now I'd like to have a cigarette," she said as she pulled the pack of Virginia Slims from her purse. "Would you like one?"

"Ah... not right now," he stuttered. "Maybe later. But you go ahead. Do you need a light?"

She didn't but how could she resist his offer? "That would be nice," she said as she held the cigarette at an angle near her cheek while he dug in his pocket for a lighter.

Tom was shaking like a leaf as he tried to light Kaila's cigarette. She had to steady his large hand in her smaller one.

"Thank you," she said. "You're so sweet." And then she took a calculated risk and exhaled a small puff of smoke in his face. He shuddered and she saw it was not out of disgust. Julia was right. Tom had a thing for girls that smoke.

"Any time," said Tom as he tried to regain his senses. He loved girls that smoke. He dated them exclusively and he dated a lot but he had never been out with a girl that had the effect on him that Kaila did. She was cute and beautiful at the same time. She looked like the All-American Girl Next Door. There were plenty like her at Georgia, but none of them looked as sweet and innocent as Kaila. And of course none of those girls smoked.

It was funny, he thought. She didn't look the type, but he was thrilled that she was. "Virginia Slims, huh? I would have thought a girl like you would smoke the light kind."

Kyle did his best girl giggle and batted his eyes at Tom. "What do you mean, a girl like me," he asked?

"I guess that came out wrong. I don't know what I was trying to say. It's just that you don't look like the kind of girl that would smoke cigarettes. You look to clean cut. I bet you go to church every Sunday, do your homework every night and you don't kiss on the first date."

Kaila smiled sweetly at him. She took another puff from her cigarette, this one more seductive than the last. "If it bothers you I can put it out," she said as she reached toward the ashtray in the console.

"Please don't," said Tom as he reached to stop her hand. "I want you to smoke."

He cringed at the desperation in his voice. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of sick perv. He'd have to be more careful but she was driving him insane with her sweet looks and her smoking. All he could think about was kissing her and tasting her smoky kisses. But a girl like this... she probably didn't kiss on the first date.

"There's a drive-movie off I-85. You want to go there," asked Kaila.

"Sure. What's playing?"

Kaila shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Does it matter?"

Tom just shook his head and thanked his god as he started the BMW and pulled out of the space. She was too good to be true. But there she was, sitting beside him, looking at him sweetly as real as can be as she smoked down her cigarette to the filter.

Kaila finished her first cigarette and put it out in the car's ashtray. It was too soon to have another. She knew he liked to watch her smoke but she assumed there was a fine line between a smoky seduction and a human chimney. But she craved another cigarette.

"Do you mind if I have another," she asked?

"Of course not," said Tom. She's a chain smoker. This is too good to be true, he thought. If only his car had autopilot. What he wouldn't give to be able to take his hands off the wheel and light that angel's cigarette.

She realized she was smoking this second cigarette out of physical need and not because she wanted to impress him. She wondered if she was becoming addicted? She had heard it happened fast. Although she feared her father, she wondered if she could convince her mother that she had quit but still continue to smoke in secret. Why was her mother doing this to her? She of all people should know how addictive smoking is. She had actually encouraged her to smoke a lot both yesterday and today. If Kaila didn't know better, she would suspect her mother wanted to get her in trouble with her father. But she didn't want to think about it that now. All she wanted to do was to enjoy her cigarettes and the vision of Tom sitting beside her. Oh and wasn't that a sick thought? But it was true. She loved every moment she had spent with him and their night had just begun. She may not have chosen to go on a double date with him, but she had chosen to turn it into a single date.

She exhaled as she watched him drive. She couldn't get past his size. He was huge. He could crush her. And he would if he found out who she really was. She took a deep puff from her cigarette, hoping it would quell her anxiety. Why had she agreed to spend the night alone with him without the protection of Julia? What had her mother said when she handed her the purse at the door. Her mother had told her to have a good time and not try to fight it. Fight what? Fight this feeling of lust and desire for another guy? But Tom wasn't just another guy. No guy or girl before him had made Kaila or Kyle swoon with this kind of desire. But how had his mother known? She had said not to fight it. Did his own mother think he was gay? How could she? He himself didn't think that, at least not until tonight.

Tom tried to keep his eyes on the road but she was all he could think of as she watched her make love to her cigarette. What did she taste like? Those, lips, so soft and red- he wanted only to kiss them.

"We're here," he said as he turned off the access road and into the drive-in. "Looks like we got a choice between 'Shark Tale' and 'Shark Tale'. It's playing on both screens.

"Lets try 'Shark Tale'. If we don't like it we can sneak in to the other theater.

Tom stopped the car at the gate and paid the ten-dollar admission. The man at the gate smiled when he saw Kaila in the seat beside him. He told Tom to turn off his headlights and enjoy the movie.

The sound of gravel giving way under the weight of the rubber tires mixed the movie's audio track as it leaked from the open car windows. A giant blue fish swam past them on the big screen as Tom parked the BMW on top of a row near the middle of the lot.

He turned off the ignition and played with the radio until he found the theater's low watt station. A thick Italian accent in the form of a fish talked to them about a deal gone bad. Kaila turned down the volume and put her cigarette out in the ashtray.

"This is cozy," she said. "I've never been to the drive-in before." She put her hand between them next to the gearshift. "I guess this isn't the kind of car that's made for movies like this."

"It has a back seat," said Tom. "There's even an ashtray back there. It's never been used before. You can break it in."

Kaila smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. "OK."

Being small and petite, Kaila grabbed her purse and climbed between the seats. Tom pinched her ass as she wagged her tail in his face. She shrieked playfully. He let him self out and joined her in the back seat.

The fish swam past the windshield of the car, partially obscured by the front seat headrests. She saw the lighter in his hand and took out her cigarettes. She wanted one, but she was fascinated that he wanted her to have one as well. She placed the cigarette to her lips and accepted his light. She gave him what he wanted- a gentle burst of smoke from her lungs followed by a soft kiss from her lips to his. The big man shivered. She giggled. She cuddled against his broad shoulders. His arm came around her neck and pulled her closer.

"This is nice," she said.

He grunted and pulled her closer.

He was holding her so tight that she thought she might pop. She turned her face up and found his lips. Don't fight it, she thought. She wasn't fighting it. She was initiating it.

Kyle had kissed girls before- not many but a few, and he knew this kiss with Tom was different. Physically speaking, Tom's tongue was wet, and warm, and smooth. It was huge and filled her mouth. But this was more than physical. It was spiritual. Her body and mind exploded with their shared passion. She couldn't get enough of him and wished the kiss would never end but end it did, but just long enough for her to take another puff from her cigarette and for him replenish his lungs with air.

She felt his hands move across her breast forms. If only they were real. She longed to feel his touch against her skin. She kissed him deeper.

Tom had become a sudden believer in love at first sight. Until tonight he had laughed at the idea of wanting to spend the rest of his life with a girl he'd just met. Kaila had changed his mind. It wasn't as if he had a choice. There was no room for debate. There was no doubt in his mind as he devoured her smoky kisses that he could be happy living the rest of his life with this beautiful woman in his back seat.

He flinched as he felt her hand on his groin. He wondered if it was a mistake on her part but her hand lingered and began to rub against his erection.

She could only guess at the size of his penis as she rubbed it through the fabric of his pants. Would his mother be proud of him? By the look of things, he definitely wasn't fighting it if this was what she meant. She, being a he, was more familiar with the workings of zippers and clasps on pants than the mechanics of bra clasps. The clasp and zipper on Tom's trousers released its contents to her nimble fingers.

He groaned and she gasped as she attempted to take his massive organ in her hand. His penis was a physical anomaly. Kyle had heard stories of such things but he had always thought they were just stories. This was the first penis other than his own that he had ever seen close up, but still, it wasn't right. Something like this should be attached to a horse, not a man, yet it was beautiful, and she couldn't stop her self from kissing the tip of the raging monster with her soft painted lips.

Most men are proud of their over-sized packages but not Tom. He viewed it as a curse rather than a blessing. He was a university student and athlete- not a porn star. His ten-inch penis made him a freak. Not only was it hideously long but it was also proportionately thick. He had never met a woman who could take him. What good is such a thing when no woman can pleasure it? Kaila would be no different and he saw no sense of putting either of them through the trauma and frustration of another failed attempt.

He reached down and pushed Kaila's hand away. She was surprised by the move and even more surprised when he pushed the beast back inside, raised his ass off the seat and began to zip up. She stopped him.

"What's wrong," she asked? "Don't you like me? Did I do something that upset you?"

"I'm just trying to save us both from starting something we can't finish. I'm a freak Kaila. I'm too big to have regular sex. You'd never fit me in your mouth. I'm too big to have intercourse with you. I really care for you- more than you know. Maybe we should just watch the movie."

"If I wanted to watch a movie I would have gone to Blockbusters and rented one," she said as she unzipped his zipper again.

He was taken aback by her aggression and turned on by it too. As big as he was, he was powerless to defend himself against the little sprite prying at his legs.

Talk about biting off more than you can chew! Kaila's eyes were bigger than her stomach but at this point it was her mouth that was at issue. Tom's girth was as much of an obstacle as his length. If she had done the math, she would have known the most a human mouth can accommodate is five inches- six at most. She didn't know how much of him she had consumed. His width left little wiggle room between her cheeks and she was soon breathing through her nose.

Her hand still supported what felt to be four or more inches of Tom's penis. While sucking on him she used both hands to stroke the lower half of his shaft while gently massaging his testicles. Within minutes she found that her jaws were aching and the back of her mouth felt bruised from the constant hammering. But good things come to those who wait.

Tom's eyes rolled back into his head in disbelief. For the first time in his life, his sperm was making contact with something other than his hand! He grabbed Kaila's head and in frenzy finished what she had started.

Kaila's face and mouth became an extension of Tom's hand. The head of his penis was directed at the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow his seed as fast as it was produced. The taste was foreign. He had never as much tasted or smelled his own sperm, yet Tom's didn't disgust him. Nothing about Tom could disgust her, even as his sperm spilled out of her mouth and dripped on her dress.

The bucking beneath her face began to slow. The death grip on her head began to ease. His hands fell as he collapsed into his seat. Kaila felt a cool refreshing breeze move across her scalp as her wig came off in Tom's hand.

"Oh shit!" they said in unison.

"You're a guy!"

"I am."

"Oh my God. What have I done?" asked Tom.

Kyle, though fearing for his life, couldn't help but notice how calm Tom sounded. He obviously wasn't pleased. But Kyle sensed more confusion than anger in his voice. He took the wig from his hand and positioned it back on her head, hoping against hope that he might forget what he had seen.

He picked his purse off the floorboard and exited the car, hoping he wouldn't chase her. The shark on the movie screen beckoned him toward the playground. He made his way between the parked cars toward the front of the lot. There were children in a sandbox. He walked past them and took a seat on a swing. He needed a cigarette badly. For all he knew, it could very well be his last. He lit one and exhaled his smoke in the moonlight beneath the fish.

The patch of hard bald ground beneath his feet was beginning to look like an ashtray. As he lit another cigarette, a tall dark figure approached the playground and cast a long shadow across his dress. He looked up to see Tom walking toward him. The children in the sandbox had left. He could run, but what was the use. His life had no meaning after what had happened in the back seat of Tom's car. In a matter 20 minutes, he had experienced the highest high and the lowest low of his life. There was nothing left for him at this point and death by Tom's hand was almost a welcome alternative.

Tom took the swing beside Kyle. His ample but muscular ass spilled off the vinyl and onto the supporting chains.

"We have to talk about this," he said.

He sounded nervous- not angry.

"What's there to talk about," asked Kyle? "I'm a guy and you're a guy. I knew it but you didn't. What happened between us wasn't your fault."

"I'm not gay," said Tom.

"I didn't think I was either until tonight," said Kyle. "And now I don't know what I am. I just know I like you a lot and I'm sorry that I hurt you."

"How long have you been doing this," asked Tom?" Dressing like a woman?"

Kyle told him everything. He told him about his sister Julia being willing to do anything to go out with Brad. He told him about Karen, the girl Tom was supposed to with tonight and how her father had grounded her after catching her shooting heroin in the garage. He told Tom about his mother punishing him for smoking when he didn't even smoke.

"Wow," said Tom. "That's wild. You just started smoking and I almost had a date with a heroin addict."

"Well, I don't know if Karen is really an addict. I think she just uses it recreationally."

"But still," countered Tom. "What if she was using dirty needles? That could be some bad shit."

"Are you going to kill me," asked Kyle.

"I don't know," said Tom. "Probably not, but if I were you, I wouldn't take that wig off for the rest of the night, at least while I'm around and I don't think I can call you Kyle either. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," said Kyle. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"So how old are you really?"

"I'm 15."

Tom shook his head. "Brad told me you were 17 and a girl."

"He didn't know. He was just repeating what Julia said. He also told her you liked girls that smoked. You're the reason why I started smoking. My mom and sister said I had to."

"Gee dude. That sucks. You smoked a lot tonight. Do you think you're addicted?"

Kaila took a long drag from his Virginia Slim. "Oh yes. Definitely. But it gets worse. My dad was out of town when all this happened and he won't be back for almost two more weeks. My mom said she's going to make me keep dressing like a girl until I quit and if I can't quit my dad will find out. He and I don't get along too well. He thinks I'm a pussy cause I suck at sports."

"I gotta tell you Kaila, you make a great girl. You're the best looking girl I've ever been out with. And I don't want to offend you by saying this, but it's true. You're the best cock sucker I've ever been with."

Kaila smiled weakly and took another puff from his cigarette. "I've never done that before. Until tonight I thought I never would. But I'll tell you something too and I hope I don't offend you, but it's true. I'd do it again Tom, but only with you. When we were in the back seat all I could think about was how wonderful I thought you were and how much I wished I was a real girl so you could make love to me."

"Is that something you're thinking about, being a real girl?"

"You mean like getting an operation?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about. I don't know you. For a while I thought I was getting to, but you know what I mean. I just don't see how after tonight, you could go back to being who you were before we met. You seemed really happy to me."

"I think I was happy- happier than I've ever been in my life. You made me happy. So are you going to tell Brad about me?"

Tom snickered. "Oh yeah! Wouldn't he get a kick out of that! No Kaila. I'm not going to tell him and neither are you. What happened between us tonight is going to stay between us. It would ruin me if my team found out."

"So you never want to see me again?"

"I didn't say that Kaila. I'm still pretty freaked out about it but I know what I felt was real. I've never felt that way about anyone before. And I want to feel that way again."

"Me too."

"It's getting late," said Tom. "We better get going if we're going to meet Brad and Julia on time." He got up off the swing and offered his hand to Kaila who took it.

*****

Tom pulled into the parking lot at about quarter till eleven, parked the car in the back of the lot and turned off the engine. He looked at Kaila sitting beside him smoking her cigarette. She still looked beautiful despite what he knew about her. He rubbed his eyes and thought hard about whether or not he should speak his mind.

"You made me feel wonderful tonight Kaila. No one has ever made me feel the way you did tonight. I'd like to make you feel that way if I could and if you'd let me."

Kaila took a puff from her cigarette and reached over the gearshift to drop an ash in the ashtray that was beginning to overflow.

"You're sweet Tom, but I couldn't ask you to do anything like that for me. It would just be too weird."

"It's called Milking," said Tom. "We have a gay chapter on campus and I know one of the guys that belongs. I joke with him about it all the time. He's actually pretty cool. And don't get me wrong. I'm not attracted to him or anything like that. It's just that I'm not scared of him. He's kind of my friend. He told me that when a guy like me likes a guy like you that's in transition, that the guy like me masturbates or 'milks' the guy like you. So I'm asking you if it's OK. Can I milk you Kaila?"

"Tom, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever offered to do for me, and I think you're so wonderful for asking. I do want you to milk me- but not here, and not in the car, and not right now. The last thing we need right now is for Brad to drive up and find you milking me, or whatever you call it. This is something we both need to think about. I'd like to talk to my mom about it. That must sound silly, me wanting to talk to my mom after what we did at the movies. But I'm only 15 and this wasn't supposed to be a permanent thing."

"But you want it to be permanent, don't you?"

Kaila took a puff from her cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Yes- kind of. If I thought you and I had a chance in hell of being together I'd castrate my self. But a lot has happened very quickly. I think you need some time to think about this too. And I've got my father to think about."

Tom leaned over and gearshift and kissed Kaila on the lips. She opened her mouth and received his tongue. They kissed until the blinding headlights of Tom's car signaled the end of their date.

(To Be Continued)

since 9/24/04