Jimita was nervous as she glanced at the clock and saw the time growing short until her nuptials...the clock read 10:30, only two and one half hours and then she would be married. It was all she had wanted for a long time, being a wife to a nice, upwardly mobile man. Everything was perfect...except for the one thing that she had, somehow, managed to keep from Jeff for the six months that they had been dating.
Jimita smoked. And Jeff was one of the biggest anti-smokers that she had ever met, if not the biggest. She had found out about Jeff's feelings on their first blind date, and she had been lying, sneaking cigarettes, and scarfing down Altoids every since then. Jeff had no clue.
Jimita lit up one of her Marlboro Light 100's, and looked down at the pack of what was, she assumed, the last pack of cigarettes she was ever going to buy. She had thought this out, of course, but there would really be no way to sneak once they were married and living together. Plus, even if she did, there would be the matter of Jeff finding out when it came time for an insurance policy or something...still, as she inhaled deeply on her cigarette, she thought that it shouldn't really matter, and that Jeff couldn't possibly dump her just because of a habit she had had since she was eighteen. She was twenty-nine now. On the other hand, if he did find out, it would be better after they were married...
"What's up girlfriend?"
Jimita spun around in the middle of a cloud of smoke to see her maid of honor, Betsy, walking into her dressing room.
Betsy was red haired, thin, and about 3 inches shorter than Jimita. She had evil green eyes and wore her aqua blue dress very well.
"Hey, Bets", said Jimita as she inhaled so deep on her cigarette that her already large bust heaved out a few more inches.
"Old habits die hard, huh", asked Betsy as she reached for Jimita's cigarette. Betsy took the Marlboro Light into her mouth and sucked just as hard as Jimita had, letting out her exhale through her nose handsfree. "Girl, you got some serious cleavage going on there."
Jimita was lighting another cigarette while she darted around the room. "Thanks, Bets, but I'm going crazy here..." Jimita blew out a stream or smoke and followed it with several thick smoke rings.
"Why, not having second thoughts?"
"Uhh, no, its just that...he doesn't know I smoke."
Betsy was in the middle of a french inhale when she heard Jimita come clean."You've gotta' be kidding, Jimita! You haven't told him!?"
"Nope."
"Whaddya' gonna do, Jimita?"
"Right now just smoke my brains out"
"Yeah, but, I mean, can't he ever smell it, you smoke like a chimney."
Jimita pointed to the box of Altoids on the table next to her. "That's what those are for."
"I see", said Betsy as she blew a plume of smoke towards Jimita. "Jimita", she started, "...you know I'm your friend..."
"This sounds bad, Bets, just get it over with", interrupted Jimita. She punctuated her sentence with a loud exhale that was a combo mouth and nostril.
"I just don't like this guy, Jimita. I mean, its one thing if he just says don't smoke aroound me, but you're telling me now that you won't let you smoke at all! I mean, does the think he can control you like that?"
"Apparently he can, Bets. I want to get married..."
"Yeah, but you don't have to marry this guy, is what I'm saying. I mean, Jimita, we started smoking together, ya' know, don't you remember..."
"Yes, Bets, I remember...high school after cheerleading practice." Jimita let her voice trail off at that thought and thought of what Betsy was really talking about. How the two of them snuck cigarettes, originally Betsy's idea. And how they practiced smoking together, with Jimita marvelling at how good Betsy looked while she was smoking. One time, Betsy remarked to Jimita that she looked really sexy while smoking, and before she knew it, she and her best friend were playing kissy face after practice. It had never really gone much further than that, and the two friends had put the kissing and groping incidents behind them, never speaking of it as time wore on and their friendship reamined.
"I remember, too, Jimita", said Betsy as she crossed the dressing room quickly and placed her cigarette up to Jimita's lips.
Jimita, surprised, took in a lungful of smoke and then felt Betsy's free hand softly on her breast. "C'mon, Bets, stop that", barked Jimita through her cloud of exhaled smoke. "C'mon, stop it."
"That's another old habit that dies hard, I guess. Smoking in here with you brought back some memories..."
"Bets, that's not the point, the point is that I'm lying to the man who is going to be my husband, its not about kissing my girlfriend in high school, I was just experimenting..."
"I'm not a lesbian, Jimita, I just like the way you look when you smoke...I always have and I can't believe Jeff doesn't. I mean, you know him and you're not telling him because you're afraid of what he might say...or do."
Betsy moved close end on Jimita again and placed her cigarette in Jimita's mouth. Despite the fact
that she had a cigarette of her own going, Jimita inhaled on Betsy's cigarette as she let her eyes drift up towards her friends. This isn't happening, though Jimita. My best friend and maid of honor is hitting on me before my wedding.
"Bets, c'mon, not now, I mean, I'm getting married here."
"To a guy who won't even let you smoke, Jimita, what is that...you look so good when you smoke. Do you know how long its been since you and I had a cigarette together?" The tone of Betsy's voice told Jimita that her thought was true, Betsy was hitting on her.
Jimita blew out a stream of smoke and said, "Bets, its not that he won't let me smoke, he doesn't know, he has never said anything..."
"Because you haven't told him because you're afraid he will not let you do it. You're afraid he'll dump you, aren't you Jimita?" Betsy moved in again, her right hand holding her cigarette to Betsy's mouth, her left hand finding its way upwards again to Jimita's large breast.
Jimita was flustered by everything that was happening: being hit on by her best friend, nervousness about getting married to a guy she had not been truthful to, and the fact that she was trying to get as much smoke in her lungs as possible.
"Bets", she started as she bent down a little to suck on her friend's cigarette, "I don't know what he's gonna' say, I just can't let him find out, you know? I just have to stop smoking..."
Betsy blew out some smoke of her own and laughed, "No way, Jimita, no way. You love smoking, plus, it would be a shame for me to think that I'll never see you smoking again."
With that, Betsy moved up real close to Jimita and tried to place a kiss on Jimita's lips, something she had not done since back in high school. Jimita gently pushed her friend away and said, "Bets, not now, this can't happen right now." She turned her back on her friend and crushed out her cigarette. With the smoke still wafting up from the ashtray, she popped another out of the pack and thought that she was going to have to have about 3 altoids to cover the smell up, plus maybe a little perfume on the gown to help with the clothes.
Jimita lit her cigarette quickly and savored the taste of the smoke in her mouth...a taste that had been there for the past 20 minutes and four cigarettes...a taste that she might not ever have again if she quit to satisfy her new husband.
"O.k., Jimita, not now, but when?" Betsy was something, she really wanted this to happen right here in the dressing room a few feet from where Jimita was to be married!
"Bets, it can't happen...not here. I mean, we're in a public place that I'm going to be married in a few minutes, this can't happen now..."
"When, Jimita, when, I just want you so much, especially when I see you smoking..."
Jimita turned slightly from her friend and took another drag.She was trying to think of any way to diffuse the situation. the smoke felt comforting in her mouth and lungs, but she was anything but calm as she felt Betsy's hand on her shoulder. Jimita tunred quickly and thought she was going to tell Betsy that was enough.
Before she really knew what was happening, Jimita was touching her mouth to Betsy's. their mouths opened and Jimita's smoke wafted out onto Betsy's tongue.
They kissed passionately, as if they were making up for lost time since their high school days.
Betsy pulled back from Jimita and said, "Please, Jimita, keep smoking...please..." Betsy lowered herself down, not caring about her new dress, and Jimita felt her dress being pulled up and her panties coming down.
It was all so unreal, and gelt so good to Jimita. She voraciously smoked her cigarette, as Betsy began to explore Jimita down below.
With each deep inhale and exhale, Betsy seemed to work more rapidly, and the result was an intense feeling that Jimita had seldom felt before.
Jimita started to blow her exhales down towards Betsy, which seemed only to make Betsy more excited. Soon, Betsy would raise her head up every so often and Jimita would feed her the cigarette.
The smoke, and Jimita's excitement, were building in the small dressing room so fast that it was inevitable what would happen. Jimita knew she had to be quiet, but it finally got to be too much for her, and her high pitched squeal was involuntary.
Jimita's wedding dress was halfway up her body, her head tilted back and blowing a stream of smoke up towards the ceiling, when she heard a deep voice mixed with shock and anger scream "What in the hell is going on here!!!???!!"
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Jimita stepped outside of the office building to have her first smoke break of the day. This time, it was just her and Ralph, one of the guys from the accounting department in the office. He was o.k., just a real busy body, always in everyone else's business. Almost as bad as an old lady.
Ralph lit Jimita's cigarette, and Jimita blew her exhale up into the soft June mid-morning wind.
"You know, I didn't even know you smoked until recently", started Ralph. It was about the fourth time he had mentioned it over the past couple days.
"Yeah", started Jimita, "I've always been a closet smoker, was trying to kind of quit because my ex-fiancee didn't like it." Jimita thought, what the hell, everyone would find out anyway.
"Oh, yeah, I heard some of the girls in your department say you called off your wedding last week, sorry to hear about that." Ralph continued, searching for the real scoop. "He found out you smoked and gave you a hard time, huh? I'd have dumped him, too."
Jimita took a drag and felt relaxed. She knew who she was and didn't care what anyone thought. Plus, she was tired of the fishing for dirt questions she was getting from everyone.
She finished a nostril exhale and said, "Actually, Ralph, he dumped me."
"No way."
"Yep, called it off right there. Had the hall for his club rented for the wedding, all his friends there, everything. Called it off."
"Man, you're kidding. All because you smoke. That's stupid. Hey, I'm sorry Jimita, not trying to pry..."
"Yeah, you are, Ralph. But its cool, you know?"
"Its not cool if he dumped you at the altar because he found out you smoked..."
"Ralph, listen, he found out because I was having a smoke in my dressing room with my maid of honor going down on me, o.k.? His best man smelled the smoke and heard the moans so he came in to see what was wrong, o.k.? Just so you know."
Ralph looked at Jimita, stunned, and said nothing.
Jimita took one last drag and flicked her cigarette away as she exhaled and walked back to the door. Her break was over. Just then, her cell phone rang and she took it out of her purse.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey, girl, its me", said Betsy.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing, just wanted to know if you wanted to get together and maybe have a cigarette after work."
Jimita stopped, looked back at Ralph, and smiled, "Bets, you know I do."