Little Smoky Stories

The sun was shining.  It was a beautiful spring day.  Sheryl stepped out the back door of her grandparents farmhouse. 

She was alone today.  Her grandfather was in town selling the vegetables he raised.  Her grandmother was attending one of the many clubs she belonged to. At age twelve, her grandparents trusted her not to get into trouble if they left her alone for a few hours.  She was visiting for the summer. She loved the farm and her grandparents very much.  The day before she had noticed an open pack of Salems in a drawer of the coffee table in the living room.  She asked her grandmother if she smoked sometimes and her grandmother said “No, those are for my gentlemen callers”. She had never seen her grandmother or grandfather smoke, but her grandfather said he had smoked a pipe when he was younger. Her father smoked Salems, so maybe he had left them there or her grandmother kept them in case her father ran out when he was there.  Her mother had quite smoking several years before.

Sheryl was a naturally curious girl and had wondered why people smoked. She didn’t like the smell of tobacco smoke and usually tried not to be close while her father was smoking.  However today she decided to see what the attraction to smoking was.  Before she came outside, she had gone to the coffee table and took one of the Salems from the pack and gone to the kitchen for a match.

She sat on the steps of the back porch.  She smelled the cigarette and thought it smelled fresh and good.  She put the filter between her lips and sucked gently on it.  She tasted the menthol from the unlit cigarette and noticed it tasted cool.

After doing this a few times she decided to see what it tasted like when lit. She struck the match, put the cigarette between her lips and gently sucked on it.  She immediately noticed a bitter taste in her mouth, but thought that is probably what smoke tastes like.  She blew out the match with the smoke from her mouth.  She then took another puff and blew it out. On the third drag, she took a longer puff and blew that out.  She noticed that the smoke no longer tasted bitter, but that it was beginning to taste good, nothing like the smell of her father’s cigarettes. She then took another long puff and this time held it in her mouth for several seconds before blowing it out. She noticed that she was feeling warm and wet between her legs. This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

She then took an even longer drag and held it in her mouth.  This time she breathed in through her nose and when she breathed out, noticed a little smoke escaping her nostrils. She repeated this twice before she finally blew the rest of the smoke out her mouth. She noticed a little warm feeling in her chest as she did this. She repeated this twice more and the cigarette was burned down to the filter.  She was feeling good, no dizzyness, a taste she liked in her mouth.

She stubbed the cigarette out on the ground, carried the butt into the house, and flushed it down the toilet.

The next day, her grandparents were in town again and Sheryl revisited the coffee table and took another cigarette.  She went to the back steps again, sat down, put the cigarette between her lips, struck a match and lit the cigarette. She blew out the match with the first puff and then took a long drag and repeated breathing air through nose and exhaling small wisps of smoke through her nostrils.

By the third drag, she held the smoke for ten breaths and when she finally blew it out, noticed there was not much smoke to blow out.