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SRU: Second Hand Smoke
by Debi
Andrew Evan's hands were damp with perspiration as he drove the short
distance from his home to Tony Fitzgerald's apartment. Jennifer Ryan, a
colleague of his from the office, had consented to a date with Andrew, and
he was understandably nervous. He was due at her place in about 45 minutes,
and he wanted some last minute dating tips from his friend.
Andrew was slightly built and considered to be too bookish by most of the
people that knew him best. Andrew was cursed with poor eyesight and needed
thick glasses, perched precariously atop his large beaklike nose, in order
to see anything past the palm of his outstretched hand. His bright red hair
never seemed to obey the wishes of his comb, jutting from the top of his
head crazily, and his face had never recovered from a prepubescent bout
with acne. His new suit was slightly tighter than the normally loose and
baggy clothing he wore to work at the university science lab.
To say that Andrew had problems with the fairer sex was an understatement.
In a purely professional setting, Andrew was all business, and had little
difficulty in communicating with others. Something as intimate as a date
was something else again. He would sweat profusely, stammer, and shake in
the presence of a woman. His first dates were his last dates. He remembered
how incensed he had become when Tony made fun of his stuttering after a
particularly disastrous evening.
"C-c-c-c-can I g-g-get you something to d-d-d-drink?" Tony would say
mockingly.
So, gentle reader, why then did Andrew remain loyal to a friend like Tony,
when Andrew was treated so cruelly? Andrew and Tony had been friends
throughout high school, when Andrew was given the job of tutoring Tony,
football co-captain, jock, and all around big man on campus. Tony's career
was planned out far ahead of him, when a knee injury had dashed any chance
of an athletic scholarship away.
Tony had already been married and divorced, still bitter over what he
thought was personal failure. Tony took the occasional side job, when he
could find it. He became more and more self-destructive, distancing himself
from all of his former friends. Women became nothing more than glorified
sex toys for Tony; he was rude and abusive. "Love 'em and leave 'em" were
the words Tony lived by these days.
But he did know how to make a good first impression, Andrew thought,
pulling into the parking lot of Tony's apartment building. And how to make
a good impression was just what Andrew needed right now to build up his
self-confidence.
He noticed with satisfaction that a sliver of light was peeking through the
curtains of Tony's place. He didn't know if he'd have the nerve to follow
through on his date if Tony had decided to have gone elsewhere.
Andrew took the steps two at a time to Tony's floor. The sooner he got
Tony's advice, the sooner he could leave and pick up Jennifer. He stopped
on Tony's floor and took a moment to compose himself before continuing down
the hall.
He collided with an old man that lived two doors down. He helped the man to
his feet and stammered an apology for not paying more attention.
The old man dismissed Andrews ingratiating behavior with a casual wave of
his hand. "No apology necessary, my young friend. Are you alright?"
Andrew took an inventory of the man standing before him. Dark purple
slippers, with a matching velvet lined smoking jacket. Light green pants,
and a dark green ascot. On any other man, his appearance would have been
ludicrous. On this man it didn't seem peculiar in the slightest.
His hair was pulled back tightly over his skull; bushy white eyebrows
shadowed a pair of pale blue eyes, and his beard was groomed in a way that
reminded Andrew of the old mad scientists he'd seen in the old black and
white horror movies as a child.
Right now, those blue eyes seemed to stare through Andrew's very being.
"I said, 'Are you alright?" the man repeated. "You look a little flushed."
"Uhmm...y-y-yeah, I g-g-guess so. S-s-sorry for not looking where I was
going." Andrew cursed himself for his nervousness.
The man sized Andrew up. "Nice suit. You look like you're going out on a
date with a lady friend, am I right?"
"Yes sir. I was just on a way to see a friend of mine down the hall."
"I bet that you're talking about Tony in 3C. That means you must be his
friend, Andrew. He said a lot of good things about you."
"Thank you, I think", Andrew replied. "I'm afraid I didn't get your name,
Mister..."
The man ignored his question. Andrew decided the eccentric old man must be
the super, and he turned to leave.
"Hold on there, Andrew", the man said gravely. "Now you seem to me to be a
decent sort of fella, so let me give you a little advice - 'if you don't
smoke, don't start'. Those are good words to live by."
"No problem. I tried it once or t-t-twice on a dare from Tony, but I didn't
like it."
He patted Andrew reassuringly. "Good for you. Now listen", the man said in
a low and conspiratorial tone of voice. "Before you go inside, I feel it's
only fair to tell you that he's got a lady friend in there. Cute little
thing, too. A real screamer, if you know what I mean." He gave Andrew a
wink.
"Remember what I told you", the man said, walking down the hall. "And good
luck."
Andrew took his eyes off the man to look at the door to Tony's apartment.
When he turned back around in the old man's direction, the hallway was
strangely empty.
'Funny - I never heard a door shut behind him' Andrew thought.
He took the last few steps to Apartment 3C, and pressed the bell. There was
no answer. Andrew waited for what he thought was a polite amount of time,
and then pressed the bell again, this time more insistently. Andrew was
starting to get angry.
Andrew turned, crestfallen, and began to trudge his way back down towards
his car, when he heard the soft sound of footsteps from the other side of
Tony's door. Andrew waited expectantly to see his friend when the door was
opened.
Andrew's eyes widened at the image of the woman that was standing there in
the doorway. Her long, blonde hair fell away from a beautiful face in
gentle waves past her shoulders and down her back. She had wide baby blue
eyes, a pert nose, and a pair of warm, inviting lips that any man would beg
to kiss. Her large, oversized shirt was partially unbuttoned, doing little
to hide her generously sized breasts. A firm, pleasantly pear shaped ass
was matched only by her long and silky-smooth legs. She had the self-
assured air of a woman capable of promising any man a full evening of
sexual pleasure.
The only light came from a lamp near the couch behind her, back lighting
and outlining her body through the shirt. Her arms were crossed in front of
her, bringing her breasts into even more prominence. A cigarette was poised
sexily near her shoulder, palm outward, in an exquisitely feminine right
hand.
Andrew thought to himself that this was just the kind of woman that Tony
would like; a blonde beauty with a bad habit.
As if in answer, the woman brought the cigarette to her lips and double
pumped it expertly. Her lips parted enough to reveal the creamy white cloud
within. It disappeared into her lungs as she inhaled, and she half closed
her eyes in obvious enjoyment.
The woman started to speak to Andrew before exhaling. "Well, hello there",
she said in a low and husky voice. "You must be Tony's friend, Andrew."
Small puffs of smoke left her mouth with each word she spoke, and she
punctuated the end of her sentence with a long exhale. Andrew's
concentration lapsed as he watched the smoke ascend gently into the air
above him. Tony WAS right - there really WAS something exciting about the
way a woman held and smoked a cigarette. He was beginning to get an
erection, and he felt his anxiety begin to return.
She smiled back at him sweetly, her blue eyes traveling to look down at
Andrew's crotch.
"Uhhhmm....", Andrew coughed nervously. "Is T-T-Tony here?"
She shook her head sadly. "No, Tony's not here right now. He went down to
the corner to get a pack of cigarettes. There was something about my
brand..." She giggled to herself; Andrew supposed that it was an inside
joke.
"Oh, goodness, where are my manners?" She extended her hand in greeting.
The hand with the cigarette. Andrew watched as the smoke from it wafted
upwards. "My name's Tanya. I'm Tony's LADY friend. Won't you come in? I'm
sure he'll be back."
Andrew shook Tanya's hand in what he thought was an amazingly inept gesture
before he stepped inside. She moved slightly behind him, and he heard the
lock catch. There was a hint of ... what was that smell?
Tanya shrugged her shoulders in apology. "Burglars. You can never be too
careful about who you let into an apartment these days", she explained.
Tanya moved towards the couch, her ass and hips swinging gracefully. Andrew
was riveted in place as he watched. In an impossibly smooth motion, she sat
down upon the couch, and crossed her legs demurely. What Andrew suspected
all along was true; there was nothing below the oversized shirt but a soft,
feminine mound. A bead of perspiration snaked its way maddeningly down his
back, and he wiped an errant bead of sweat from his forehead. He tried to
focus on the TV and the urge to resist scratching.
His knees felt weak, and his left leg began to tremble nervously. He
feigned interest in what she was watching on TV, but he felt stupid
watching Cher tout one of her new lines of women's cosmetics. Andrew's face
flushed with embarrasment.
Tanya, in a very controlled and deliberate manner, placed her cigarette
back to her lips and took a long drag on it. Her lips formed an "O" shape,
and a round ball of smoke formed in front of her. The ball disappeared
back into her lungs as she inhaled it sharply. He tugged at his too-small
collar.
Tanya's beautiful face had an amused expression upon it. "Andrew", she said
sweetly. "Am I making you nervous?"
"N-n-no. Not at all", Andrew lied. Her blue eyes seemed to smolder and
sparkle with an inner, forbidding light. Her body looked soft, inviting,
and incredibly sexy, made even more so by the cigarette she held in a
crooked arm. He looked at the depth of her cleavage, and he became excited
at the pleasures he would find beneath her shirt. Her blonde hair lifted
and fell back again to rest around her shoulders while she idly ran her
fingers through it. Andrew felt his underwear become moist and sticky with
precum, and it began to soak the outside of his pants, leaving a wide and
obvious stain.
She moved from the couch and settled next to him on the arm of his chair.
Her hands softly stroked his head, her proximity to him being almost more
than he could stand. Andrew could feel the warmth her body was emanating.
Tanya leaned close and whispered softly into his ear. "Why, Andrew. I can't
possibly let you go out in public looking like that - you've made a
frightful mess. We'll have to find something to clean that up with. Come
with me."
She stood up, and he meekly followed her towards Tony's bedroom. Thoughts
of Jennifer were forgotten. Jennifer was a possibility, but Tanya was a
sure thing. There was only one thought that nagged him.
"Won't Tony be back soon?" he protested weakly.
Tanya's eyes gleamed, and she smiled flirtatiously. "Tony won't be back for
a long, long time, Andrew. Why don't you lie down and make yourself
comfortable?"
Andrew did as he was instructed. A mirror was positioned above Tony's bed;
Tony had told Andrew that it was better to observe his sexual prowess with
a ceiling mirror. He'd never believed it. Until now.
Andrew screwed up his face and closed his eyes tightly when he felt and
heard the zipper on his pants being undone. Tanya's hands were shaking
anxiously as she removed his clothes. She began to slowly kiss and lick his
chest, steadily moving downward. A free hand moved down inside his thigh,
tracing a path up his now rock-hard manhood with a fingernail.
Tanya's lips and tongue wrapped around his cock, and she repeatedly brought
him nearly to the brink before deliberately tapering off. Andrew was left
begging for release.
Tanya took all of Andrew in her mouth, and hungrily sucked on it. Andrew
felt an amazing sensation as his balls tightened, his body stiffened, and
he shot load after delicious load deep into Tanya's mouth. Tanya sucked,
lapped, and licked it until she had drained him of nearly every last drop.
Tanya's sexual appetites were without compare, and she coaxed his cock time
after wondrous time for hours.
*****
Andrew lay back on Tony's bed, spent and exhausted from the incredible
fellatio Tanya had given him. Their bodies were soaked in sweat, and Andrew
was left trembling in its after effects. They were lying in bed together,
Tanya stroking his chest, and purring contentedly.
'Screw Tony', Andrew thought. 'He doesn't even know what he's missing.'
What would Tony say now if he walked in on them in bed together? For the
first time in his life, he felt like a man. He held her body close to his.
There was no sound except for their soft breathing.
Tanya rolled away from him, and reached for her pack of cigarettes on the
nightstand. "You don't mind if I smoke before we continue, do you?"
Andrew was beginning to get excited again, and he rapidly shook his head
no. He had to be honest; he enjoyed watching her smoke for him. She took
one and looked at him expectantly. "Are you going to lie there like a bump,
lover? Or are you going to be a gentleman and give me a light?"
Andrew tried several times, unsuccessfully, to start the lighter, but his
hands were shaking so badly he nearly dropped it. He thought Tanya would
belittle him for his lack of experience, but she waited patiently, saying
nothing.
Andrew finally brought the lighter to life, and he held it out to her. Her
hair brushed softly across his chest when she leaned forward and took his
trembling hand in hers in order to steady it. He watched the tip touch the
end of the flame, and watched Tanya even more when she took a gentle pull
on it to get it started. Her eyes never left Andrew's, her cheeks
hollowing, her breasts rising as she took the smoke deep within her body.
She slowly exhaled in a long, continuous stream of smoke, and her chest
settled back. Tanya let out a sigh. Andrew thought he was going to explode;
he couldn't look away from her.
Tanya knew that her smoking held Andrew in sway. Her face was the picture
of innocence, and she held the cigarette out to him. "Would you like to try
one?"
Andrew's conscience tried to dissuade him from accepting it, but Andrew
nonetheless nodded his head yes. She indulged him by reaching for another,
lighting it, and bringing it to his lips. She straddled Andrew, and her
warm, wet, pussy slid easily onto his throbbing, pulsing organ. In
surprise, he gasped at entering a woman for the first time and he
involuntarily inhaled....
*****
Somewhere between time and space, an old and gnarled hand stroked behind a
wolf's ears sadly. "You certainly can't say I didn't warn him, precious."
He peered into the crystal ball. "So now, the cycle begins anew....."
*****
Andrew had been caught completely by surprise and he had inhaled
reflexively as he tried to breath. Unlike the time Andrew tried one from
Tony in high school, there was no burning or bad aftertaste, the smoke he
accidentaly inhaled began to work inside his body...
Andrew's eyes were wide with shock and amazement. "How did that feel?" she
asked.
His mind was reeling: part of him told him to stop, to get up, and leave
this place; and yet...another part of Andrew found the experience
satisfying and pleasurable.
Andrew lied to her again. "I just feel a little d-d-dizzy, that's all.
Different."
Tanya nodded in understanding, her hips beginning to rise and fall
rythmically against his body, and he felt his manhood move ever more deeply
inside her. "Thats your body beginning to adapt. It'll pass in a few
seconds. Try it again."
'What in God's name am I doing?', Andrew cried out to himself. 'This isn't
right - I can't possibly be doing this, can I?' Nonetheless, he brought it
back up to his mouth and took a small, cautious puff.
If anything, Andrew's second inhale felt every bit as good, and cool as his
first one. He'd seen Tony and some of his friends hold theirs in for a
couple of seconds before they exhaled, and Andrew copied the maneuver.
Andrew actually felt a sense of accomplishment when a small, but obvious,
cloud of smoke escaped when he exhaled.
Andrew reacted to her wet and dripping pussy as nature had intended,
grabbing her firm round ass and pulling it toward him. He started to push
against her, and the nerve endings in Andrew's penis began to tingle and
come alive. He tried to be clinical about what he was experiencing, but the
pleasant warmth emanating from his body made him give in to his awakened
sexual urges.
Another thought had entered Andrew's mind - did he dare try the cigarette
again? Yes, his body said. We need it, we want it. Just one - more -
drag...
Tanya moaned with delight and her beautifully sensous body writhed as she
felt Andrew's cock ravage her insides. She watched in delight as the need
for Andrew's cigarette grew and raged out of control. In seconds, to his
own horror, his expression changed from curiousity, to enjoyment, to an
all-consuming craving to take more and more of the smoke within his body.
Tentative and inexperienced puffs quickly became deep, cheek-hollowing
drags. The tips of their cigarettes shone brightly in the dimmed lighting
of Tony's room, and with each passing inhale, Andrew took yet another
unalterable step towards an experience that would change him forever.
Andrew's mind made a supreme effort to regain control, and he somehow
fought against his primal urges. He pried open his eyes to gaze at the
scene playing itself out in the mirrors above him.
Tanya was riding him savagely, cupping and kneading her generously size
tits, her back arching, her hips rocking into him at a faster and faster
pace. Her cigarette dangled from her lips seductively, and her exhales were
thick and voluminous with each thrust of her deliciously curved and
feminine ass and hips.
Through the haze that now permeated the room, Andrew locked eyes with his
reflected image. He barely even noticed that his blurred and myopic
eyesight had vanished, letting him see what was transpiring with crystal
clarity.
Andrew's pock-marked complexion had cleared from his face completely,
leaving it smooth and absolutely without blemish. Andrew's mind tried to
grasp what was happening to him; something was wrong - very, very wrong.
But his limbs were powerless and they refused to obey his commands.
Andrew was firmly caught and at the mercy of his new-found cravings. He
inhaled it deeply and hungrily, his cheeks hollowing in an effort to take
in as much smoke as he could into his body. His body instantly rewarded him
as the thick, rich, and cool smoke filled his lungs to capacity.
"Do....you...see? It's....happening!" Tanya panted.
Andrew's psyche raged and fought against the changes that were occuring;
but the sexual urges and feelings that were rising up had begun to
overtake him. Andrew was losing the fight in the battle between his body
and his mind. He idly brushed away a few strands of soft brown hair that
had fallen in front of his eyes.
"What's...happening...to..me?" he squeaked. His hips began to pulse and
throb in time to his quickening heartbeat, and his chest felt puffy and
tight. For the briefest second, an erotic thought of Tony making mad and
passionate love to him flashed through his tortured mind. Andrew, in the
very last few seconds of his life, knew the answer to his question even as
he had uttered it.
He opened his mouth to scream. "It's too late.....too late......" What was
left of Andrew's male ego was thrown into the darkest recesses of the
abyss. From the depths of his soul, something new and wonderful had
awakened; and it grew stronger...
The scream died in his throat as he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette
even more aggressively - he sighed in pleasure and satisfaction when a
long and continuous funnel of smoke was exhaled from his lips.
The image of Andrew in the mirror subtly shifted the cigarette in his hand
to a much more comfortable and attractive feminine position. He held out
his hands and smiled as he watched the nails on his hands became longer. He
ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair, feeling the wiry
texture become fuller, softer, and silky-smooth. His scalp tingled, and he
felt his hair lengthen and fill out. It tickled downward, past his ears,
his neck, and his shoulders, and it was still growing outward. It slowed
down and he was pleased to see that he now had a gorgeous waist-length mane
of soft, dark, brown hair. His eyes were a rich deep shade of green, and
his eyebrows had a graceful feminine arch. His penis had become soft and
flaccid...it started to shrink and recede.
In a perfect imitation of what he'd seen Tanya do earlier, he inhaled for a
full 5 seconds, pulling seductively on his cigarette. He felt his mouth
and lungs fill with the cool and creamy sensations of the smoke. He
couldn't stop it; he was hooked. The more he changed, the more he wanted
and willed it forward. He thought of seducing a man to his bed; the
pleasure's of tasting a cock inside his mouth; his body ached to feel the
raw and pure sexual energy of a man penetrating and coming inside his body.
As he exhaled, he felt his waist constrict; his hips broadened, and his
stomach flattened. Gawky, spindly, legs rearranged themselves to become
exquisite feminine equivalents. His legs curved upward, opening themselves
invitingly to some unseen lover..
In that instant, a butterfly finally emerged from her chrysalis. Whatever
was left of Andrew was forever lost, and Andrea was born from the fires of
their passion.
Tanya and Andrea both took a long, fulfilling inhale and their lips touched
together, pouring forth from their lungs in huge, creamy clouds. Tanya had
moved her face down to nibble his neck, his shoulders, and finally, she
began to suck and lick on Andrea's chest.
The skin behind each of Andrea's nipples began to pulse and swell. Andrea
felt the weight in her chest steadily increase as they blossomed forth in
all their glory. The nipples on Andrea's chest were hard and the aureoles
darkened and enlarged. An A cup became a B cup, and still they grew.
Further and further outward. They grew again, to a C, then a D, and when
they had stopped, they were a man-stopping, generous DD size.
An inner fire built inside Andrea, and her body began to shudder with the
onset of a building orgasm. They heaved together, and climaxed as one,
each of them screaming in the keening, high-pitched voices of women in
love. At the moment of orgasm, the part of Andrea that was still Andrew
left him forever, leaving behind a full, beautiful, and sexually complete
woman.
Tanya and Andrea lay back down on the bed, touching and exploring each of
their bodies tenderly, to fall asleep in each other's arms.
*****
The next morning, the pair awakened to a knock on the door of Tony's
apartment. Tanya let her lover Andrea sleep, as she donned an oversized
man's robe, and cautiously peeked outside. There was a box, addressed "To
Tanya and Andrea, with love. A secret admirer." Inside, Tanya found legal
documents done for each of them in the name of Tanya Fredericks and Andrea
Evans, including birth certificates, drivers licenses, and the like. A
large sum of cash was neatly bundled inside, along with platinum credit
cards, and two one-way tickets to Brazil.
That evening, after a full day of shopping, two lovely young women, a
blonde and a brunette, left the interior of a cab as it pulled into the
airport. Each of them stood next to a smoking permitted sign enjoying their
cigarettes, knowing that it would be their last until they left the
country.
The cab pulled away looking for another fare. "Hey, Tanya", Andrea said
admonishingly. "You forgot those cigarettes in the cab."
"Leave them. They're just too good not to share." They laughed as they
entered the airport, bound for their new lives together.
The End?
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