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By The_Michigander_82
Teen lust and tobacco fetish. An unexpected reunion, followed by the best summer where all of my fantasies came true. It’s a long story.
This is a long story. Sorry if it starts off slow. But I promise you it will pay off in the end. This is the setup for part 2 then shit gets real!
I started smoking when I was 16.
It was summer vacation and I could sneak off to smoke in the woods whenever I wanted. It started with Basic Ultra Light 100s. But one night my cousin brought over a pack of Newport menthol 100s. The nicotine was more powerful than with the Basics. The buzz made my dick hard with the first drag. I continued smoking them. Sometimes I would jerk off while smoking, since the nicotine made me cum harder.
It was 1998 and stores in my area rarely asked for ID. The store owners were mostly Middle eastern immigrants who weren’t about to let stupid American laws stop them from making a quick buck selling cigarettes and alcohol to minors.
Summer vacation ended and I had to go back to school. Which sucked for me since I couldn’t smoke when I wanted to anymore. I would get to the bus stop early and duck behind the nearby real estate building. I carried some cigarettes in a cassette tape case and concealed them down the front of my underwear. I would smoke as many as I could to build up nicotine in my system before walking to the nearby bus stop.
While suffering from nicotine withdrawal in class one day, a friend of mine got me to try snus. It’s smokeless tobacco in pouches. I no longer had to suffer nicotine withdrawal at school anymore! And there was a wider variety of flavors to choose from than with cigarettes. I would smoke behind the real estate building and throw a snus pouch in my upper lip as I walked to the bus stop.
The usual cast of characters would arrive at the bus stop. (We were all between the ages of 15 and 17 at the time.)
But my attention was focused on the preppy girls. They would walk to the bus stop and stand in a circle on the grass. I discovered my smoking fetish watching these girls casually take their packs of cigarettes from their purses and light up. I would hide to smoke so that I wouldn’t get caught and snitched on. But these girls would openly and fearlessly smoke at the bus stop. We’ll call them Shandra, Nina, Gloria, Amanda, Kendel, and Christina.
Their parents didn’t care if they smoked, often buying them their cigarettes since they weren’t old enough. I wasn’t so lucky. Even though my parents smoked, I was forbidden! My dad once threatened to break my neck if he caught me smoking again. He made this threat while holding a lit cigarette, I might add.
Sometimes the wind would shift and I caught a whiff of their perfume and cigarette smoke. It was such a turn on! These girls were hot! Their conversations would often get raunchy too. Picture this; hot girls wearing sexy makeup and perfume openly smoking and telling each other graphic stories about having sex with their boyfriends. You get the idea. And believe me, the raunchy stories I heard from these girls were far more explicit than anything I’d ever heard in the boy’s locker room!
I loved watching these sexy girls smoke and tell dirty stories. My cock would stiffen as I listened to them and watched them casually drawing on their cigarettes, inhaling, and then blowing out their glorious smoke.
Gloria was different. She never smoked at the bus stop. In the back pocket of her tight jeans was a round bulge. The first time I saw her take it out of her pocket, I was intrigued. Copenhagen long cut. As much as I loved watching girls smoke, watching a girl dip was something special. She would thump the can a few times before popping the lid and taking out a pinch. She would skillfully place the tobacco between her lower lip and gums. Watching her spit black was something I had never watched a cute girl do.
I used to think that only guys dipped tobacco. I remember one time when one of the girls asked her why she would put that shit in her mouth instead of smoking like they did. I will never forget what she said next.
“I only smoke after sex. Dipping is easier to hide and I can do it anywhere I want.”
Their stories were amazing! From what I remember, Kendel, a cute cheerleader with brown hair, mostly had sex with her boyfriend in the shower when she had the house to herself. Nina was a sexy blonde with an amazing body. Her mom had a boyfriend she thought was hot. She talked about fucking him when her mom was at work, going into graphic detail about how big his cock was and how good it felt to feel it in her pussy. He had her on birth control and was buying her cigarettes since she wasn’t old enough to buy them herself.
“If my mom could keep her man satisfied, I wouldn’t have to fuck him for her when she’s at work.”, she would often remark, causing the other girls to giggle.
These girls and their boyfriends would get together in a clearing in the nearby woods on summer nights. They would build a bonfire. They would smoke and drink underage there. I snuck out a few times and spied on them. I never saw Gloria with them.
Amanda talked about having sex with her boyfriend in the same casual way I’d heard guys in the locker room talk about fucking their girlfriends. There was a certain edge to how she told her stories, I mean. She would be telling a story about random stuff and say something like:
“I was on my way to the mall, but decided to stop by my boyfriend’s place for a quick fuck.”
Christina, a freckled redhead, would sneak her boyfriend into her mother’s house while she was at work. The two of them would fuck in her room, the living room couch, and every other room of the house. Once, she even fucked her boyfriend in her mother’s bed! Her mom somehow found out about it and wasn’t very happy with her. I’m not sure what happened after that. It’s still a mystery to me if she faced any punishment.
Shandra Lived down the street from me in a big house. She would fuck her boyfriend in her parent’s hot tub. As attracted as I was to her, I didn’t like her. She was a snob and would often insult me because my family wasn’t as rich as hers. I was beneath her and a retard in her eyes because she didn’t understand ADHD and why I was on medication.
Whatever!
Standing at the bus stop with a Camel Snus pouch in my upper lip after smoking behind the real estate building became a routine for me. Along with watching the girls smoke and listening to their stories. Little by little, there were fewer people showing up at the bus stop as they got cars and drivers licenses. I will always cherish those memories.
Looking back, I wonder if these girls were engaging in these adult activities just to feel more grown-up than they were. Makeup. Perfume. Drinking. Smoking. Having sex with boys and bragging about it to their friends. Who really knows?
I graduated from Flushing High School in Flushing, Michigan in 2001. I was18 and legally able to buy tobacco products. I saw the girls at the graduation ceremony at the Joe Louis Arena.
(Which was odd, since a new auditorium had been added onto my high school. They told us that my graduating class was too big to fit in the auditorium with their families.)
Kendel was complaining about needing a cigarette before entering the building. She asked another Girl for a Newport. The other girl happened to be black and jokingly asked her if she was only asking her for a Newport because she’s black. They both laughed. The black girl gave her a Newport. They both lit up and smoked together as I went inside with my retard friend Eric, and my family.
I would’ve joined them. But I wasn’t smoking anymore. I had gone smokeless. I was still using Camel Snus. I had my lung capacity while enjoying tobacco and that nicotine high. I started to experiment with different smokeless tobacco. Until I found Stoker’s Long Cut Straight. I was hooked! It tasted like salty molasses and heaven.
Many years later, in 2005. I finally got a job that paid enough for me to get my own apartment. I saved up for a while and moved out on my own. I was finally free. But single. I had finished unpacking my shit and putting it away and just wanted to sit down on my new couch, pack a lip, and watch TV. I had an empty Coke bottle with toilet paper inside to soak up my dip spit.
The Sheild was on. I watched as the crooked cops held a drug dealer’s face down on the burner of a hot electric stove, burning him quite badly. It was his fault for not leaving town when Vick Mackey told him to.
There was a knock on my door.
I spat into my bottle and got up from the couch, confused. I wasn’t expecting company. And the normal sound of the knock didn’t sound like the knocking of retard Eric. So, I knew it wasn’t him showing up unannounced again. I got up from the couch and made my way over to the door and opened it.
It was Gloria!
(To Be Continued!)
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