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Re: A young girl starts smoking pt2
Author: P	May 6, 2003 at 11:41:28
in reply to: A young girl starts smoking posted by P on May 6, 2003 at 06:18:50

	Helen made her way from the lounge to the kitchen, her parents still wouldn’t be up for at least another hour so she decided to have some breakfast, opening the cupboard she surveyed the choice of cereals. “What should I have, porridge, corn flakes, bran flakes, uhmmm” she said as her eyes fell upon her parents supply of cigarettes. Her mother she guessed smoked about 2 packs a day and her father slightly more although it was hard to tell as he was away from home a lot driving his truck. Both her parents were staunch Marlboro Red smokers and she often heard them comment on how other cigarettes just didn’t cut it. Being such heavy smokers they probably don’t know how many packs are in here she thought, and wouldn’t miss one if it went missing. Quickly glancing around to double check she was alone she grabbed a pack and thrust it into her dressing gown pocket, her heart beating so hard and fast she could almost hear it. At that moment she heard a coughing noise as one of her parents descended the stairs, she could see the stairs where she stood and noted her mother coming down the stairs, quickly she busied herself with making herself some breakfast, painfully aware that the smell of smoke in the lounge was fresh and that she had in her pocket the stolen packet of Marlboro’s. Her mother on entering the kitchen went immediately for her pack of cigarettes left on the table from the night before and lit up. Helen watched in awe as her mother took three consecutive deep drags from the cigarette making the end glow brightly, before she removed it from her lip smoke still pouring from its filter, her mother didn’t seem to exhale any of the smoke rather hold it all in as if trying to get as much into her as possible, as she reached to turn on the coffee machine she again placed the burning cigarette between her lips and while filling the pot took three more consecutive drags while it dangled, smoke billowing from her nostrils as she did so. She then seated her self at the kitchen table opposite Helen and continued to take monster drags from her Marlboro; so intense was her concentration on the cigarette Helen wondered if she had even seen her at all. In almost 1 minute Helens mother had smoked the entire cigarette, she extinguished the dark brown misshapen butt in the ashtray and immediately lit another cigarette, this one was accompanied by a check hollowing drag and a deep open mouth inhale, Helen was slightly shocked as she could hear her mothers lungs rattle and gurgle slightly as she took the deep breath, sighing slightly Helens mother breathed out a jet of smoke from her lips which washed over Helen sat opposite as she visibly relaxed in the chair. “Oh, hi honey, your up early” said Donna, Helens mom as she trimmed the ash on her cigarette in the ashtray. “Yeh, I know just woke up earlier than normal that’s all” said Helen between spoonfuls of corn flakes. “So what are you up to today? Are you in or out, me and your father have some shopping to do so we will probably be out all day” said Donna. Her thoughts dragged to the pack of cigarettes in her pocket Helens mind was set. “I’m staying in today, I think I’ll just listen to some music, may be watch some TV” she lied as she began to plan her first day as a smoker, well maybe I’m not lying really, I will watch TV and listen to music, but I think I will have the odd cigarette every now and again when I fancy she thought mischievously. Her mother smoked her second cigarette in a much more leisurely manner than the first and had just sat down and was lighting her third when more coughing from the stairs announced her fathers arrival. Helen watched as her mother stood up and kissed her father lightly on the cheek as he walked into the kitchen and passed him the cigarette she had just lit, she then seated herself and lit up another Marlboro as her father emulated her earlier frenzied smoking of the first cigarette of the day, it seemed so fluid and natural the way they interacted with each other, and not a word was spoken until her father lit his second cigarette as if there was some unspoken rule between the two of them about not disturbing that first cigarette of the day, there morning ritual developed over 15 years of marriage finally over they began to chat over coffee and cigarettes about what they needed to get shopping wise. It was in no doubt for all to see how made for each other and in love Bob and Donna were and in turn they were both devoted to their daughter Helen. Bob often being away weeks at a time to make enough money so they could all live in relative luxury and not want for anything. While her parents chatted Helen quietly slipped off to her room to hide the stolen pack of cigarettes for later. By the time Helen had dressed and got ready her parents were just about ready to leave, with the usual warnings about opening the door to strangers etc her parents both kissed her goodbye at the door and left for the shops. Helen watched carefully at her bedroom window as her mothers car pulled out of the drive and away down the street, being extra cautious she waited at least 15 minutes at the window ensuring that they wouldn’t be returning having forgotten something. Coast clear Helen eagerly rushed over to her bookshelf and reached behind the books to extract her pack of Marlboro’s, her palms were slightly sweaty and her heart beat furiously in her chest in anticipation of what was to come. Wanting to savour the moment and not wanting to rush things Helen calmed tried to calm herself down, remembering all the times her mother had commented on how well coffee and cigarettes complemented each other she decided to make herself a cup of coffee first. Once in the kitchen Helen placed her fresh unopened pack of Marlboro’s on the kitchen table and then went about making her coffee. Coffee made Helen retrieved a lighter from the draw where her parents kept spares and set down at the kitchen table, she was determined to smoke this cigarette completely without taking a break. At first she sat blowing on her coffee to cool it while she admired the branding on the unopened red and white pack of Marlboro’s, she had to admit to herself that the pack did look nice. “Veni-Vidi-Vici, came, saw, conquered, what a strange thing to put on the pack” she said aloud as she read the Philip Morris logo. Recently the UK government had enforced new warnings to be put on packs of cigarettes in the UK covering almost half of the pack on both sides. Helens pack had “Smoking seriously harms you and others around you” and “Smoking when pregnant harms your baby” plastered across it in large black letters, briefly Helen considered the words of warning and thought back to earlier in the morning and her parents coughing as they got up in the morning, obvious signs of there smoking habit. “Well if it gets to bad I’ll just quit, but while I’m young I’m going to enjoy myself” she said aloud as doubts aside she began opening her first pack of cigarettes. As she pulled the cellophane wrapper from the pack she thought about the feel of the pack in her hands, it was quit pleasant she thought and she started to day dream about smoking in public and walking around in front of others packet of Marlboro’s in hand for all to see that she was a smoker, an adult. Next carefully she pulled out the foil to reveal 20 pristine white cork filters all waiting for her to turn them a dark brown. Holding the pack near the ashtray she compared the white filters to the spent ones smoked by her parents, again her thoughts turned to what the cigarettes must leave behind inside her lungs and she found that she got a kind of perverse thrill at the thought of purposefully putting tar form the cigarettes into her lungs. With some slight awkwardness Helen managed to pinch her first cigarette from the pack using her nails, and placed the cigarette between her eagerly waiting lips. Helen knew full well that she wouldn’t be addicted to smoking so soon but the desire to smoke was still there, the element of naughtiness about smoking and the whole secretive act made her a little excited as normally she was such a good girl and always did what she was told. Her parents had never explicitly told her note to smoke but she knew full well that it probably wouldn’t go down to well with them if they knew their pretty little 13-year-old daughter had stolen cigarettes from them and was smoking. Finally the waiting was over as she placed the flame from the lighter to the tip of her cigarette and inhaled. The smoke washed over her taste buds filling her mouth and as she had seen others do so many times she opened her mouth to and inhaled all of the thick white Marlboro smoke deep into her lungs. It didn’t catch in her throat at all this time but hit straight into her lungs filling them completely with the thick tar and nicotine rich smoke. Immediately the smoke hit her waiting lungs the nicotine found its root to her brain and her whole body buzzed as her brain released a bounty of endorphins as if in thanks for the hit of nicotine. “Uhhhh, that’s good” sighed Helen, she’d held her breath from the first inhale to allow all of the rich smoke to absorb into her waiting body and the massive sigh of pleasure was accompanied by small wisps of smoke from her nostrils and a faint cone of smoke through her lips. Again she raised the cigarette to her lips and took another slightly larger inhale, holding her breath she tried to hold in the smoke for as longs as possible enjoying the feeling of the nicotine as it rushed around her blood stream making every nerve ending tingle. Pursing her lips she finally exhaled a faint cloud of smoke over the kitchen table, most of the smoke inhaled she surmised had been absorbed into her lungs to become part of her forever. Tapping the ash from her burning cigarette into the ashtray Helen raised the cigarette to her lips for another puff, she held her breath only for a matter of seconds and then watched as a large volume of smoke poured from her lips as she exhaled, she also noticed tiny tendrils of some poured from her nostrils at the same time. This is great she thought it feels so good no wonder why so many people smoke, I’m even starting to like the taste she thought as she probed at her mouth with her tongue as she had done earlier that morning, reaching for her coffee she blew on it to cool it further before taking a sip and was astonished to see a very faint amount of smoke still coming from her lungs, several breaths after her initial exhale. “This is just so cool” she said to herself after taking a sip of her coffee, and her mom was so right they did taste great together, in fact she could honestly say coffee never tasted so good before. For the remainder of the cigarette she varied her style trying to mimic the smoking styles she had seen from other people, she particularly liked to exhale through her nose as she like look down her nose to see the smoke pouring out. If anyone had been in the room with Helen they would of found it quite comical watching her go cross-eyed as she tried to get a good look at the smoke exiting her nostrils and lips. By the end of the cigarette she was starting to feel the effects of the nicotine again quite badly but her determination to finish the cigarette right down led her to another smoking first, as she took her final inhale she noted there was still some white part unburned just near the filter as she removed it from her lips, immediately and with grim determination to smoke the whole cigarette right down to the cork filter like her parents she replaced the cigarette and preformed her first double pump, smoke pouring thickly from her nostrils as she inhaled the final part of the cigarette. “Wow, what a rush” she said clouds of smoke pouring out of her as she extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray. Sipping her coffee Helen sat for a while at the kitchen table basking in her nicotine rush, eventually as it began to subside she decided to go into the lounge to watch TV picking up her cigarettes and lighter she left the kitchen and sat down on the sofa and began watching some old black and white movie that was on. Every now and then her eyes strayed to the red and white pack of Marlboro’s on the coffee table she couldn’t help it, she kept getting the urge to smoke, reflecting on how good it was and how she liked watching the smoke as it drifted out of her mouth. Resisting the urge she got herself a glass of orange from the kitchen and continued to watch the old movie, the lead actress was a beautiful woman with long flowing hair, Helen didn’t know her name but she must have been famous in the old days she thought. In almost every scene the woman’s character was smoking and there was always a queue of dashing young men waiting to light her cigarettes, it was very romantic she thought. Watching the woman smoke in scene after scene Helen finally succumbed and lit herself another Marlboro, briefly she played with her exhales but she was now gripped by the film as the drama unfolded and as if she had smoked all her life began to raise the cigarette to her lips subconsciously as she stared at the TV, before she knew it she was inhaling the final part of her cigarette, as before she performed a double pump to get that last little bit and then extinguished it in the ashtray. Helen barely thought about what she was doing as she was gripped by the film. After another 20 minutes or so the film was reaching its dramatic conclusion and Helen was on the edge of her seat with excitement, in the current scene the leading lady to was in a tight situation and was lighting a cigarette to calm her down, almost instinctively Helen’s mind to made the same conclusion as the leading ladies as Helen reached for her cigarettes and lit up her eyes barely leaving the TV, as she lit the cigarette and inhaled she left the cigarette between her lips while she placed the lighter back on the coffee table and as she settled pack into the sofa performed yet another double pump before removing the cigarette from her lips engrossed by the film. Gripped by the ending Helen finished her cigarette in record time, although she was oblivious to this, already after only a few cigarettes Helen’s upbringing and exposure to smoking had made her a natural and she was taking to it like a duck to water, although her inhales were not as deep as her mothers her style was almost identical. As the credits rolled Helen had tears in her eyes, she didn’t normally cry at films but this had been a good one, using a tissue she wiped her face and blew her nose, then without a thought she extracted a cigarette from the pack and lit up, when she completed her dangle and double pump she froze. Removing the cigarette from her lips she realised just what any watcher would have, had there been anyone there, she was just like her mother, mannerisms and everything. She stared at the cigarette smouldering in her hand, the light up, dangle and double pump that was how her mother started every cigarette. “Jesus I better take things easy, this smoking is to easy to fall in love with” she said to herself. “I’ll just finish this one and then leave it for today, may be I’ll have a couple in a few days or something” she thought to herself, all the while not really believing the words coming out of her mouth. Helen had to admit to herself as she went upstairs to hide the packet of Marlboro’s that she didn’t expect to enjoy smoking so much. For the next hour or so the packet of Marlboro’s hidden in her bookcase began to become a nagging itch in the back of her mind, it was nearing the time for her parents to return but the voice in her head saying “Just one more “ was really getting loud, leaving the lounge she raced up to her room and grabbed the pack from behind her bookshelf, knowing full well her parents could be back anytime now she opened her bedroom window as wide as it would go to let the smoke out and lit up, straight away she felt a calm descend over her as the smoke hit her lungs, searching around her room quickly she found an empty glass that could serve as a place for her to put her ash and sat on her bed near the window to try to keep the smoke in her room to a minimum. Being in her bedroom a new opportunity reared its head, her full length-dressing mirror was the perfect opportunity to see herself smoke for the first time, as per her conclusion earlier she really did look like a miniature version of her mother, she actually started to take a little pride in this as for someone who had only just started to smoke she had a definite style and grace to her, some girls can make smoking look so ugly she thought as her mind thought of the girls smoking behind the bike sheds or at the bus stop at school. Helen had just disposed of her spent butt when she saw her mothers car turn into their street, still slightly buzzed by the nicotine she rushed down stairs and threw herself onto the sofa to make it look like she’d been watching TV all day. It was a special dinner that night at home as her father was working away driving to Europe for the next couple of weeks so they wouldn’t see him for some time, the evening passed mostly uneventfully although watching her mother and father smoke did start to get annoying for Helen, as the evening went on her mind strayed more and more to the pack in her bookshelf. They all went up to bed at the same time that evening and after kissing her parents goodnight and saying her goodbyes to her father who would be leaving early Helen closed the door on her bedroom and as quietly as possible locked it from inside. Immediately she grabbed her Marlboro’s and glass switched off the lights and opened her window, it was a cold night but Helen wanted a cigarette so bad after watching her parents smoke all night that she was prepared to brave the cold for her new found cause. As before she lit up inhaled deeply and while she placed the cigarettes and lighter back in the bookshelf she let the cig dangle from her lips and prior to removing the Marlboro from her lips she performed her now becoming customary double pump before removing it from her lips, she sighed with enjoyment as the thick smoke hit her lungs and the nicotine was absorbed by her lungs, as the smoke drifted from her lips it swirled in the cold air highlighted by the street lamp outside, without doubt she thought as she extinguished the spent butt, that was the best cigarette yet. And as she undressed and curled up into bed she drifted of to sleep happy in her new role in life as a smoker.
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