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Date Posted: 22:09:53 09/14/24 Sat In reply to: reader 's message, "Re: Kinky stories" on 16:43:37 09/14/24 Sat Oooo! So fun! Here is my first try: "You guys are such babies," said Lily, her voice filled with bravado. "It's just a cigarette. My mom smokes like a chimney, and she's fine." In the dim light of the basement, Rachel and Mia exchanged a nervous glance. They had been friends with Lily since kindergarten, and she had always had a knack for pushing boundaries. Rachel's heart thumped in her chest as she took the pack of cigarettes from Lily's outstretched hand. They were slim and white, with a red stripe down the side, and Rachel could smell the faint scent of mint. She had never smoked before, but the allure of doing something grown-up was too tempting to resist. Mia, the more cautious of the trio, hesitated. "What if we get caught?" she murmured, glancing towards the stairs that led to the upper floor of Rachel's house. Lily rolled her eyes. "Chill, Mia. It's not like we're robbing a bank. Besides, my mom said she'd be out late. We're just having a little fun." With a shaky hand, Rachel pulled out a cigarette and held it between her trembling fingers. Lily had somehow gotten her hands on a lighter, and with a flick, a small flame danced in the darkness. Rachel brought the cigarette to her lips, feeling the heat of the tip as she inhaled. She coughed immediately, her eyes watering as the harsh smoke filled her lungs. "Wow, Rach," said Lily, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look so... sexy." Rachel felt a blush creep up her neck as she took another shaky puff, trying to hold the smoke in. She had always been the follower in their little group, but in this moment, with the cigarette hanging from her lips and the flicker of the lighter reflecting in her eyes, she felt a strange sort of power. The smoke curled around her, creating a haze that made her feel both daring and rebellious. She had never considered herself particularly attractive, but Lily's words were like a drug, making her feel more confident than she ever had before. Mia, on the other hand, remained unconvinced. She sat back on the old couch, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You guys are going to regret this," she said, her voice tight with anxiety. "We're going to smell like smoke, and Rachel's mom is going to kill us." The words had barely left Mia's mouth when they heard the sound of the door at the top of the stairs creaking open. Rachel's heart stopped. She had been so caught up in the moment, she had forgotten all about the possibility of getting caught. The light from the hallway spilled into the basement, and Rachel's mom, Karen, appeared on the staircase. Rachel's eyes widened in horror as she saw her mother's silhouette descending the steps. But instead of the expected scolding, Karen's voice was surprisingly calm. "What's going on down here, girls?" she called out, her tone light and curious. Rachel hastily stubbed out her cigarette and shoved the pack into her pocket. As Karen reached the bottom of the stairs, Rachel's heart was racing. But instead of the anger Rachel had been bracing for, she saw something that took her completely by surprise. A smirk played on her mother's lips as she took in the scene. "Well, well, well," she said, her eyes sparkling with something that Rachel couldn't quite identify. "Looks like you're growing up, Rach." Karen took a step closer and held out her hand. "Can I have one of those?" Rachel froze, the cigarette still in her trembling fingers. "What?!" she squeaked. Lily looked just as shocked as Rachel felt. "You... you smoke?" she managed to ask. Karen chuckled. "Oh, I used to, back in the day." Rachel felt a weird mix of embarrassment and relief as she handed the pack over. Her mom took out a cigarette and lit it with the same ease Lily had shown moments ago. Rachel watched as her mother took a deep drag, the smoke swirling around her like a serene cloud. "You know," said Lily, her voice still holding a hint of surprise, "you actually look pretty cool doing that." Karen raised an eyebrow and took another drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing amber in the darkness. "Thanks, Lily," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. Rachel and Mia watched in stunned silence as their friend, the fearless ringleader, actually complimented Rachel's mom. "You really do," Lily insisted, her voice earnest. "It's like... it suits you." Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate slightly as Lily's admiration for Karen's nonchalant smoking filled the space. It was a strange role reversal, their mother being the cool one in this situation. Mia remained skeptical, her eyes flicking between Rachel and Karen. Rachel could almost see the gears turning in her head as she weighed the pros and cons of giving in to the temptation. Rachel felt a strange kinship with her mother in that moment, an understanding that she had never experienced before. Karen took another drag and blew the smoke out in a slow, steady stream. "You know," she said, her voice smooth as silk, "I think both of you would look pretty beautiful smoking, too." Lily's eyes lit up with excitement, but Mia's remained wary. Rachel felt a jolt of fear at the thought of her mom encouraging them, but she also felt a strange thrill. It was like their secret club had just been granted VIP access by the coolest member of all. "Mrs. Johnson," Mia began, her voice tentative, "are you... are you okay with this?" Karen took another drag, her smile widening. "Okay with it?" she repeated, the smoke curling around her like a question mark. "I'm more than okay with it. I'm thrilled." Rachel's eyes widened at her mother's revelation. "But... but why?" Rachel stuttered, trying to make sense of the situation. Karen leaned against the wall, her posture relaxed and casual. "Because it's sexy," she said simply, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "There's something about a woman who knows how to handle herself, even with something as simple as a cigarette." Rachel felt a strange warmth spread through her at the compliment, one that seemed to bypass the coughs and the sting in her lungs. Lily grinned, basking in the glow of the moment. "Totally," she said, nodding eagerly. "It's like we're all just... cool." Rachel couldn't help but smile back, feeling the thrill of being part of something that was both dangerous and alluring. Mia, however, remained unconvinced. "I don't know," she said, shifting on the couch. "It's just not for me." Karen nodded, her expression understanding. "That's fine, honey," she said, taking another drag. "But maybe there are other things you might find interesting." Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she wondered what her mom had in mind. "What kind of things?" Lily asked, her curiosity piqued. Karen tapped the cigarette against her finger, sending a shower of embers to the floor. "Well," she began, her eyes gleaming, "there's always more to explore. Like I said, I used to do all sorts of things when I was your age." Rachel felt a tingle of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. What else had her mom done that she didn't know about? Mia looked up from her spot on the couch, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean, Mrs. Johnson?" she asked, her voice still hesitant. Rachel held her breath, waiting for her mother's response. With a knowing smile, Karen sauntered over to the dusty old bar that sat in the corner of the basement. Rachel had always wondered why it was there, but her mom had never mentioned it before. She pulled out a bottle of whiskey from behind a stack of dusty books and held it up to the light. "How about a little taste of this?" she asked, her voice low and inviting. "It's a bit stronger than what you're used to, but it'll give you a kick." Lily's eyes went wide with excitement, but Rachel and Mia shared another nervous glance. Rachel's stomach flipped. Alcohol was a whole different ball game. But the way Karen held the bottle, with such casual confidence, made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. "What do you say?" she prodded, her eyebrow arched. Mia's resolve wavered. Rachel could see the curiosity in her eyes, the desire to be part of this newfound bond. "Just a sip," she conceded, her voice quivering. Rachel's heart thumped harder. This was it. They were crossing a line, and she wasn't sure they could ever go back. Karen's smile grew, and she grabbed three glasses from the shelf, dusting them off with a quick flick of her wrist. Rachel watched as she poured a small amount of amber liquid into each, the smell of whiskey filling the room. It was something Rachel had only ever associated with her dad's occasional nightcaps, never with her own mother. But as Karen handed Mia a glass, Rachel felt a strange sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. Mia took a tentative sip, her eyes watering as the whiskey burned its way down her throat. Rachel saw the moment Mia's expression shifted from fear to surprise to something resembling enjoyment. "It's... it's not bad," she admitted, taking another sip. Rachel couldn't believe what she was seeing. The girl who had been so against breaking the rules was now eagerly sipping from the very same glass that had held her mother's drink. Karen's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer to Mia. "See?" she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "It's all about finding what makes you feel alive. And sometimes, that's the stuff that scares you the most." Rachel felt a pang of jealousy at the connection forming between her mother and her friend. It was as if they were sharing a secret, one that Rachel hadn't been let in on. Mia took another sip, her eyes never leaving Karen's. Rachel watched as a hint of courage bloomed within her, as if the whiskey had unlocked something she hadn't known was there. "You're right," she murmured, her voice a little raspy from the smoke. "It's... it's not so bad." Karen's smile grew into a full-blown grin as she clapped Mia on the back. "That's the spirit," she said, her eyes sparkling. Rachel felt a strange sense of pride as she saw her friend loosening up. "Now, Rachel," Karen said, turning to her, "you haven't had a sip yet. What's the matter?" Rachel took the glass with trembling hands, the whiskey sloshing slightly. She brought it to her nose and took a cautious sniff. She took a deep breath and tipped the glass back, feeling the fiery liquid burn down her throat. She coughed, her eyes watering, but she managed a nod. "It's good," she croaked, her voice hoarse. Karen chuckled, patting Rachel's back as she coughed. "It takes a bit to get used to," she said. "But once you do, it's like nothing else." Rachel felt a strange sense of pride at being included in this newfound camaraderie with her mom and Lily. It was as if she had been granted access to a secret club she had only ever dreamed of being a part of. Mia took another sip, her cheeks flushing a little. "It's actually kind of... nice," she admitted, her voice still shaky. Rachel was surprised to see the way Mia's posture had changed, her shoulders loosening as if a weight had been lifted. Karen's eyes lit up, and she leaned in closer to Mia, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know what goes great with that whiskey?" she asked, plucking a cigarette from the pack Rachel had hastily hidden. "This." Rachel watched as her mom held the cigarette to her lips and took a long, slow drag. The smoky scent mingled with the whiskey in a way that Rachel had never experienced before. It was like watching a master chef combine ingredients to create a dish that was somehow more than the sum of its parts. "Here," Karen said, her voice smooth as velvet as she offered the cigarette to Mia. "You'll find it's even better with a cigarette." Mia's hand reached out almost instinctively, and Rachel felt a strange thrill as she watched her friend take the cigarette and follow Karen's lead. Rachel had never seen Mia do anything so daring. "And Mia," Karen added, her voice low and sultry, "you're way too pretty not to smoke." Rachel's heart clenched at the way Mia's eyes lit up at the compliment. It was like watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon, unsure of its newfound beauty. Rachel couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the way her mother looked at Mia, as if she were the most fascinating creature in the room. Mia took the cigarette, her hand shaking slightly as she placed it between her lips. Rachel watched as Karen leaned in, flicking the lighter once more, and the end of the cigarette glowed red in the darkness. Mia inhaled, her eyes closing briefly as she let the smoke fill her lungs. Rachel could see the transformation happening before her eyes. Her friend, who had always been so cautious, so rule-abiding, was now exhaling a stream of smoke with the grace of a Hollywood starlet. Rachel felt a sudden jolt of something she had never felt before, a warmth that had nothing to do with the whiskey and everything to do with the sight of Mia looking so... alluring. The way the smoke hugged Mia's face, the way her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the ember, it was mesmerizing. Rachel's breath caught in her throat as she realized that she was actually turned on by watching her friend. It was confusing and exhilarating, a rush of emotions she hadn't expected. But amidst the haze of smoke and the heady scent of whiskey, Rachel could see that Lily's excitement had dimmed. Her eyes darted between Rachel and Mia, and Rachel could almost feel the shift in the air. Lily's smile had turned into a pout, and Rachel knew that look. It was the same look she had seen countless times when Rachel had picked Mia over her for something. Rachel felt a pang of guilt. They had been so caught up in their rebellious moment that they had forgotten about Lily, the one who had brought the ciggies in the first place. "What about me?" Lily whined, her voice sounding small and childlike. Rachel's heart sank. She had never seen Lily look so vulnerable, so... left out. Mia and Rachel exchanged a look, the bond they had just formed now a silent barrier between them and their friend. Rachel's mother, Karen, took another sip of her whiskey, her eyes flicking over to Lily. "Don't worry, sweetie," she said, her voice sticky with patronization. "You'll get your turn." Lily's pout grew deeper, her eyes shimmering with the beginnings of tears. Rachel felt a stab of guilt for her earlier dismissal. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice hopeful. Karen's smile was like a cat playing with a mouse. "Since you're obviously the most mature of the group," she said, her eyes glinting, "I think you deserve something... extra-special." Rachel and Mia watched with bated breath as Karen reached into the pocket of her cardigan and pulled out a small, silver case. The case was full of cocaine. Rachel's heart stopped. This was something she had only heard about in hushed whispers, something she never thought she would see in person, let alone in her own basement with her mother standing in front of her. Lily's eyes went wide with shock, then excitement, as she recognized the fine white powder inside. Rachel felt a cold hand of fear grip her heart. This was a whole new level of rebellion, one she wasn't sure she was ready for. But as she watched Lily's excitement grow, Rachel felt something else stir within her. A dark thrill that seemed to pulse in time with the bass from the music upstairs. She was more aroused than afraid, the taboo of the situation adding a dangerous allure to the night. The way the silver case gleamed in the dim light, the way Karen's eyes sparkled with mischief, it was like they had stumbled into a world that was both terrifying and irresistible. Lily's hand trembled slightly as she took a cigarette from the pack and leaned in to Karen, the flame of the lighter dancing in the air between them. Rachel held her breath, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding. As Karen lit the cigarette, Lily's face was illuminated in a soft, flickering glow. Rachel had never seen Lily look so... seductive. Lily's eyes closed for a moment as she inhaled, her full lips parting to let out a stream of smoke that curled around her face like a lover's caress. The way she held the cigarette, her fingers wrapped around it with a gentle yet firm grip, was almost hypnotic. Rachel felt a strange heat in the pit of her stomach, something she had never experienced before. It was as if Lily had transformed into a creature of the night, alluring and dangerous. Karen leaned in closer to Lily, her own cigarette smoldering between her fingers. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with admiration. "You really do have a knack for this." Rachel watched as her mother's eyes roved over Lily's body, lingering on the way the smoke outlined her curves. It was a look Rachel had seen her give to men before, but never to a girl, especially not to one of Rachel's friends. Lily's cheeks flushed with the praise, and she took a longer drag on her cigarette, holding the pose for a moment before exhaling dramatically. Rachel felt a strange sense of pride for her friend, but also a twinge of something else. Jealousy, maybe? Or was it something more? She wasn't quite sure. But as Lily's eyes met hers, Rachel knew that she had seen the look on her face and understood. "Thanks, Mrs. J," Lily said, her voice husky from the smoke. "It's all thanks to Rach. She's the one who's really got the knack for this." Rachel felt a jolt of electricity run through her as Lily spoke, the way she emphasized "knack" making Rachel's heart race. It was as if Lily had just admitted to a shared secret, something that only the two of them knew. Rachel took another sip of her whiskey, the warmth spreading through her body like wildfire. Karen's eyes flicked to Rachel, and she nodded slowly. "Yes," she said, her voice a purr. "She's my daughter, after all." Rachel felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at her mother's words. It was like being claimed by a lioness, proud of her cub yet hinting at something more primal beneath the surface. Mia's gaze followed the trail of smoke as it curled upwards, her cheeks flushed from the whiskey and the warmth of the moment. Rachel noticed the way Mia's eyes kept darting towards Lily, who was now casually leaning against the bar, looking every bit the part of the experienced rebel. Rachel could almost see the wheels turning in Mia's head as she took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Lily's cigarette. Karen seemed to read the tension in the air and decided to up the ante. She sauntered back over to the table, her hips swaying in a way Rachel had never seen before. With a knowing smile, she opened the silver case and tapped out two neat lines of white powder onto the wooden surface. Rachel felt her stomach drop. This was it. This was the moment that would either bond them all together forever or blow their friendship apart. With a grace that Rachel hadn't known she possessed, Karen bent over the table, her nose just a whisper away from the powder. Rachel's eyes were glued to her mother's perfect profile, the way her cheekbones stood out in the dim light, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. Karen took a deep breath and snorted the line with the finesse of a seasoned pro. Rachel's heart hammered in her chest as she watched her mother's nose scrunch up, her eyes watering slightly before she let out a satisfied sigh. Rachel snaked her hand between her legs, feeling the warmth of her skin against the cool fabric of her pajama bottoms. She couldn't help but wonder if she looked as alluring as Mia and Lily did with their ciggies, if the whiskey had given her the same kind of glow that seemed to emanate from them. Rachel had always felt a bit plain compared to her friends, but in this moment, she felt... alive. Her hand moved slightly, exploring the contours of her thigh, the anticipation of what was to come making her pulse quicken. Mia watched Rachel with a look that was half-confused, half-intrigued. Rachel's cheeks flushed, and she hastily withdrew her hand, hoping that no one had noticed. But Karen's eyes had caught the movement, and Rachel felt a thrill of fear and excitement as her mother's gaze lingered on her for a moment before turning back to Lily. "Your turn, Lily," Karen said, her voice a seductive purr as she offered the silver case. Lily's eyes grew even wider, and Rachel could see the excitement in them. Rachel felt a strange sense of pride that she had brought her friend to this moment, had introduced her to this new experience. But there was something else there, too. Something that made her stomach clench. Lily took the case with trembling hands, her eyes never leaving Karen's. Rachel watched as she tentatively tapped out a line of the white powder, trying to mimic the graceful way her mother had done it. Rachel held her breath as Lily brought the straw to her nose and inhaled sharply, the coke disappearing up her nostril in a flash. Mia's eyes grew rounder still as Rachel's body convulsed, a loud gasp escaping her lips as she felt the most intense orgasm of her life wash over her. She had never felt anything so powerful, so all-consuming. It was as if the very fabric of her being had been set on fire, and she could do nothing but ride the wave of pleasure that crashed through her. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the couch. She didn't know why this was happening, didn't understand the connection between watching Lily and this overwhelming feeling, but she couldn't stop it. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Mia couldn't tear her gaze away from Rachel's face, her own arousal growing with every second. Rachel's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with passion. Mia had never seen Rachel look so... alive. And as Rachel's climax reached its peak, Mia felt her own body respond. It was as if Rachel's pleasure was her own, a mirror image of the ecstasy that was now building within her. Rachel's hand slipped away from her thigh, and Mia reached out, her own hand trembling as she touched Rachel's clit, feeling the pulsing beat of Rachel's orgasm beneath her fingertips. Karen's eyes flicked between the two of them, her smile turning into a knowing smirk. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice low and smoky. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves." Rachel's eyes snapped open, and she met Mia's gaze, her own surprise mirroring Mia's. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. "It's okay, girls," Karen said, her voice soothing. "It's perfectly natural." Rachel felt a strange mix of embarrassment and elation at her mother's words. It was as if she had been given permission to feel this way, to revel in the sensations that had just overtaken her. Lily's eyes grew wide as she looked from Rachel to Karen, then back again. Rachel saw the moment understanding dawned on her friend's face. "Is this... are we...?" she stuttered, her voice trailing off. Rachel could see the excitement in her eyes, the same excitement she had felt just moments before. Karen nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's all part of growing up, darling," she said, her voice a mix of seduction and maternal comfort. "Why don't you give it a try?" Rachel watched as Lily took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the anticipation. The silver case gleamed in the low light, the cocaine beckoning like a siren's call. Rachel felt a strange mix of emotions as she accepted the case from her mother. It was as if she were crossing some invisible threshold, leaving behind the safety of her childhood and stepping into the wild, uncharted waters of adulthood. She tapped out a line, her hand shaking with excitement and nerves. She had seen this in movies, heard stories from older kids at school, but she had never thought she would be the one doing it. With a deep breath, Rachel leaned in and took the plunge, the sharp sting of the coke hitting her nasal passages and sending a jolt of energy straight to her brain. The world around her grew sharper, more vivid, as if she had just put on a pair of HD glasses. She could feel her heart racing, her senses heightened. And as she sat back up, she noticed that Mia was watching her with a mix of awe and envy. It was then that Lily broke the spell. She walked over to Rachel with a sultry grace that Rachel had never seen before. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as Lily leaned down, her full, red lips parting slightly. Rachel's eyes grew wide, and she felt a rush of excitement and fear. But before she could say anything, Lily pressed her mouth to Rachel's, the kiss deep and searching. Rachel's mind went blank as she felt Lily's tongue slide against hers, the taste of whiskey and smoke mingling with the sweetness of her friend's mouth. It was unlike any kiss she had ever shared with a boy, and Rachel felt a strange thrill run through her body. Mia watched, her eyes wide with shock and something else Rachel couldn't quite place. Rachel felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of Lily's hand sliding up her thigh, her fingers finding Rachel's center with a sureness that Rachel had never felt before. Rachel's breath hitched in her throat, and she moaned into the kiss. Karen's voice brought them back to reality. "Mia, it's your turn now," she said, her tone a mix of command and encouragement. Rachel felt Lily's hand stilled for a moment, and she pulled away, her eyes searching Rachel's for permission. Rachel nodded, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Mia took a tentative step towards the table, her eyes never leaving Rachel's. Rachel could see the curiosity in her gaze, the desire to experience what Rachel had just felt. Karen watched them both, her expression a blend of amusement and something else Rachel couldn't quite place. "Don't be shy," she coaxed, her voice low and sultry. "You've come this far. What's a little more rebellion?" Mia nodded, her cheeks flushed, and took the silver case from Rachel's trembling hand. Rachel felt a strange sense of loss as their fingers brushed together, but it was quickly replaced by a newfound excitement. She had never seen Mia like this, so open and willing to try new things. It was like watching a butterfly spread its wings for the first time. Mia approached the table, her movements almost predatory. Rachel couldn't help but feel a thrill at the power dynamics shifting in the room. It was as if she had just handed the reins over to her friend, giving her the power to explore this new, dangerous world. Karen's eyes never left Mia as she bent over the table, her nose hovering above the line of white powder. Rachel could see the anticipation in Mia's eyes, the way her pupils had dilated with excitement. "Just like this," Karen instructed, her voice a seductive whisper. Rachel watched as Mia mimicked her mother's movements, her nose delicately snorting up the line of coke. Rachel's heart raced as she saw Mia's body stiffen, then relax, her eyes fluttering closed as she let out a soft moan. Rachel felt a jolt of something electric shoot through her, a mix of excitement and possessiveness. This was her moment with Mia, and she didn't want to share it with anyone else. But as Mia's eyes opened again, Rachel's mother leaned in, her own eyes locked onto Mia's. Before Rachel could even process what was happening, their lips met in a kiss that was anything but motherly. Rachel felt a surge of arousal mixed with a hint of jealousy as she watched Mia's hands come up to frame Karen's face. The way they kissed was like a dance, a passionate tango that Rachel had only ever seen in movies. Their tongues danced together, and Rachel could see the hunger in their eyes, the way they devoured each other. Mia's hand slipped from Rachel's thigh to Karen's waist, pulling her closer. Rachel's mother didn't resist, instead she leaned into Mia, her own hand coming up to tangle in Mia's hair. Rachel felt like she was watching a scene unfold that she wasn't meant to see, a moment that was both intimate and erotic. She couldn't tear her eyes away as she saw the way Mia's hand moved down to Karen's ass, squeezing it gently. Karen moaned into the kiss, her hand sliding down to cup Mia's breast. Rachel's heart raced, her own body responding in ways she had never felt before. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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