This is an interesting story- Its actually an accompanying piece written by another author. I believe it holds up as its own story in its own right.
It is written as "blog entry" rather than diary. How two 18-year-old teens fall in love, but one also has a blossoming nicotine addiction.
Therefore, it contains sex, smoking, drinking and more sex.
Hope peeps enjoy!
But I don't Smoke- Simon's Story
16
th
July
So, readers, I know this blog hasn't been update for a while. Well, since the debacle with C, but I am hopeful some of you are still occasionally checking back for an update of my sex life?
Well, the reason for updating today is that yes, I have now finally almost got myself another girlfriend. Well, I think I have!
Yes, I know this blog normally covers and lists my sexual conquests. This entry doesn't have that- yet, but I can confirm that I got at least to 3
rd
base. We shall see how if I can get any further over the coming weeks. If I do, I will definitely let you guys know about it!
So, lets jump first to the good news, it's strange- I've actually known her for years. She is an absolute stunner, she forever goes to the gym, and has recently had a new hair cut which is very different from when I last saw her. It makes her look so much more mature and sexier; it is certainly impressive change. She has also got the cutest looking arse and amazing legs which are toned and are probably to die for.
As I said I have known her on and off for years, at school, never really socially on really rare occasions if one or other of our social groups interrelated. We might go around each other's houses, but both of us were on the periphery of the social groups. However, guys, she is the sort of girl you go do have to stop and WOW to when she walks past you down the street. I guess I haven't really had the confidence in the past to 'make my move' as she is the sort of girl, I would normally say way out of my league. With her there are some good thing readers, as I said above, she is regularly gym goer with her mates, and is really fit in both ways.
So, readers, now there is some bad news, and the news I really wasn't expecting to ever write about a girl I actually like... but she smokes. I am not sure how I square this- and again I am not sure how I can write this- and it literally scares me to do so. She actually looks really nice with a cigarette in her hand. There, see, I have written it...she looks so much more mature than she actually is. I might have to admit that sitting there and watching her bring the white cylinder to her lips, her eyelids almost flutter as she pulls the stinking smoke into her lungs. It is almost as mesmerizing watching as she then exhales the smoke. The whole cycle was impressive. I can only say that is an art form in its own. She is truly spectacular. However, readers the question I really have is: - Can I actually really date a smoker? Can I?
My clothes reeked of smoke when getting home. They had to go straight in the washing basket. There was no chance of wearing them the following day. They stank.
We met 'again' last night when she was in the outside the bar in smoking area with her friends. Anyway, let me call her D for some anonymity. We had had just got a round in and were looking for a seat, as it was just the three girls a couple of my mates, you may remember them. (S and G) So with lot of bravado sat down at their table. We sarcastically made the joke of deciding to sit upwind of them. Otherwise, we would be barraged by their relentless smoke. We may have interrogated them on their smoking. Only because these girls are/were the "goody two shoes" types of girls at school. The girls who would be drinking the latest revolting lettuce and spinach smoothie juice drink at break times because it was the healthiest thing going! Not sitting there smoking.
The girls tried to explain, or maybe defend themselves that they were not real smokers, that they are honestly really only social smokers and as such only smoke at night. They had only recently found out that they actually enjoyed the odd cigarette with their drinks of an evening out. Readers, you could have surprized me, the way they seemed to relish and devour several cigarettes- I would say they smoke like real pros!
I was sitting next to D and as the rounds were being bought, she was slowly getting drunker and drunker, - I may have "accidently" helped her along as I also bought a couple of rounds. But what I noticed was she was the one getting touchy feely. Her "spare" hand was landing on my thigh every now and again. I was being good that evening, sadly, as I was driving. As such I was nursing my only beer all evening. Hell, it saves me a little bit of money! As the drinks flowed, there was literally no end to the cigarettes being smoked by the girls. There was a haze of smoke hanging above us all night.
Anyway, maybe the emotions, or me being completely stupid, anyway something got to me, I was not even drunk. As her hand stroked my thigh, I leaned over and suggested to D that she was incredibly sexy...I guess, you know, maybe I was hoping for some action at the end of the evening as, well she is incredibly sexy. She flicked her long mascara painted dark eyelashes at me- she is blonde, so I assume that some make up was involved and thanked me. She then leaving her hand on my thigh, her other instantly grabbed her pack for a cigarette. I am not quite sure why, maybe the energy of the evening, I then picked up her lighter that was beside the pack. Reader before this evening I have never lit a cigarette before for me or anyone else...well this evening after that first one, I then lit what seemed like hundreds for her...Ok Readers it may have only been 3 or 4, but the point stands.
It got to about midnight, and as I yawned, sorry readers, I wasn't drinking (much) and everyone else was way beyond relaxed. So, I thought I should make my move and suggested that I was gentlemanly and drove her home. But as she was beyond tipsy, and I was sitting so close to her I could feel the warmth from her shoulder. I could also just smell a combination of the acrid cigarette smoke, the smattering of a long put on perfume and the recent consumption of alcohol wafting off her. I doubted that I could do anything sensible with her. We left to the expected wolf whistles from the guys as I had my arm around her shoulders, and she tightly hugged my waist for support as we slowly walked to the car.
As we got to the car, she leaned against it as only someone who had been drinking could. That attempt a dainty which comes across as a lethargic pirouette. Then with her bottom firmly against the car. She looked up, as she smiled and nodded at me. Her eyes and smile saying yes very much to the question I hadn't asked as I placed my hand on her hips. I made my move we kissed there and then. Readers it was interesting tasting her fruity cocktails mixed with a bitter taste of smoke on her tongue. I guess if this goes forward, she will be my sweet and sour chicken of a girl...