Climbing Up The Bank

This story is a prequel to Down the Bank- Found here

Sliding Down the Bank - Fetish - Literotica.com

So, you will already know some of the characters. If not, please check it out once finished.

For this story I was kindly was aided by a Reddit user. She kindly told me how she started to smoke, and how it was entangled with an initially romantic love story. I have used some of her real-life experiences to assist Lauren on her fictional smoking journey.

As such I hope all can enjoy.

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Climbing Up the Bank.

The fizzing excitable skinny brunette Lauren Fitzgerald giggled in a hushed tone at her best friend and cousin Sandra Wallace as they practically fell into her bedroom. They were escaping the boring party planning conversations their parents were currently having over tea and cake in the front room. The pink wallpapered bedroom was decorated as with posters of 1980's bands and movie actors blue tacked proudly to the wall. As an 18-year-old, she had recently decided that she was desperate to change the style, she had grown out of it, but as of yet, it had not yet happened.

"No way is he interested in me?" Lauren huffed in a typical teenage way, flouncing on to the equally pink duvet covered bed.

"He is, James told me so."

"But Craig is your brother's best friend, I've seen him like once?"

"And why would James care about him, if Craig is so in to you?" Sandra smirked as she sat down bedside Lauren on the edge of the bed.

"He is not?" Lauren stared.

"He is!" Sandra grinned.

"But you know?"

"But you can talk to him alone Saturday night?"

"Alone, no chance..." she chuckled "...my mum is so excited about your dad's fiftieth birthday. There is going to be so many people I don't think I will..."

"Oh, come on Lauren, it should be a great night. I can't believe how much planning is going into it."

"It now seems I just have to worry about planning in avoiding Craig."

Sandra scoffed, "Oh, don't be silly, he is amazing. Have you seen his car?"

"No?"

"Oh, I have, its red."

Lauren rolled her mahogany brown eyes. "Oh wonderful...Do I have to love red now?" She smiled at Sandra.

"He has his own digs too."

"How wow." Lauren rolled her eyes.

"But Lauren, he has a car, he can drive us places..."

"Us?" Lauren stared intently, then rolled her eyes.

Saturday

Lauren spent a good chunk of morning and early afternoon at the hairdressers with her mum, Clarissa. Their hair had to be just so. After three hours it was all permed ready for the late afternoon. She then spent a good chunk of the early evening in front of her mum's pine dressing table doing her make up. She had to have it just so. Her mum had almost driven it into her. Before going out, you had to have your hair done right, and your face on. You really could not go out without a face.

It meant Lauren had to go first with her makeup, whilst her mum was carefully soaking in the bath as not to ruin her hair.

Lauren was practiced at this now, getting her makeup exactly right. She had been messing about with makeup since before she could remember. As she got older, she was even trusted with doing her mums on several occasions. Of the few important things her mum had taught her. Doing her make up properly was one of them. "If you need to get on in life, you need to look the part." She would religiously say.

Lauren had joked that her mum's old pine dressing table was like an old-fashioned apothecary with all the half-used creams, potions, and beauty lotions. She called it old because it was also liberally covered in a fine layer of cigarette ash that looked like dust. Clarissa would spend what seemed like hours smoking whilst doing her makeup. What did not help was her mum's annoying reeking ashtray was squarely located in the middle. One had to suffer for their art.

The love of smoking was why her mum always had baths; she could lie there relaxing whilst smoking. Lauren had always preferred to nip in and out of the shower with a shower cap. She again winced as she heard another of her mums regular hacking smoker's cough's coming from the bathroom followed by the reciprocated sloshing of the water around the bath as her body juddered. Lauren hates those coughs. She cannot reason why her mum keeps doing it to herself. She used to joke that the reason her mum needed quite so much makeup was for all her cigarettes. Her mum would repost that she needed her cigarettes to cope with her daughter's continuous harassment, which would be against her human rights. She also stated that they both required the makeup for them of both look stunning.

Lauren would agree, there was something about makeup that took her particularly, at this moment time, spotty plain jane face and made her look both older and amazing. Just like the girls in Cosmo magazine that she would spend hours upon hours reading. Once her makeup was done, just like her mum, it gave her a world of confidence that she too could face the world. Spending time every evening wiping the shield off and cleaning her face was depressing.

As once the plane Jane was banished from view. Lauren just felt so much more confident once her makeup was on.

However long it took her to do it.

They had spent the time in town before the hairdressers shopping. Since Clarissa's rather painful and bitter divorce five years ago, her mum loved clothes shopping. She took Lauren every Saturday morning. It wouldn't matter about the cost. "We will put this down as maintenance for you." Her mum would cackle at the purchase of the most expensive underwear, dresses, tops, or skirt for her daughter. Money was literally no object. Beauty was everything.

It meant that Lauren would always go out in the best clothes. From her bras to her jeans were all branded, never discounted. They would boot her chest and hug her slim waist to perfection. The fabric covered her pert buttocks like a glove.

She had watched the boys' jaws as they would drop as she jiggled her pert thong split bottom as she walked past. Even at school, she made the effort to look a million dollars. The spotty boys in her classes just did not appreciate the effort. It was the reason she was often late into school as she just had to do her makeup, however late she woke up.

Lauren was academically average but knew how to play the system. She believed within herself that her short skirts and beaming smile at her male teachers helped her grades a lot. Lauren carried a lot of self-confidence with her as she strutted around college.

Every day the plane jane that woke up from under her thick duvet in her large king-sized bed with a thick brush, and plenty of makeup she would slowly be transformed into the gorgeous, stunning, and mostly confident young Lauren Fitzgerald.

***

That Saturday her uncles house was full of friends of friends of the family. George Wallace was turning fifty, and it was certainly a huge bash. The stereo was playing full blast. Wine, beer, and liquor were everywhere.

As were cigarettes.

The Wallace household was normally non-smoking. A point of aggravation between siblings on occasions. Lauren's mum on a Saturday afternoon would huff and then frequently and repetitively have to go outside. But for this event, with the drinks flowing, the friends and relations all seemed to have permission to smoke. Lauren's mum was set up in the lounge, glass of wine, her cigarettes, and her ashtray talking to a relative or family friend that had last saw Lauren when she was "just this high". Her hand reaching the height of the coffee table.

On the other side of the room from where Sandra and Lauren were standing. Right next to the bucket full of iced water and cans of beers was James and his rather sexy friend Craig.

Sandra nudged Lauren shaking her empty can Carling Black Label. "Go on...we need another drink," She giggled, "I will distract James."

"What?"

"Go talk to him. I will get us another drink."

"I don't need to; I have got you to talk to?" She huffed and took a gulp before realising too her can was empty.

"And we need a drink?"

"He is like smoking?" Lauren screwed her face up in disgust ass he looked across the room as Craig pulled on his cigarette.

"And look at him?"

"Sandra?" Lauren panicked.

"Shush, let's go and talk to them. Together!" Sandra cheesily grinned.

***

"Hey Craig, James, guarding the beers?" The girls stepped into the small flowery carpeted space in front of him.

"Something like that...do you want one?" James grumbled.

"Yes please." The girls grinned showing off their empty cans.

"As soon as the rent's are drunk, we are going to escape this dump." He grinned.

"Oh James, don't be like that, we should stay its dad's doo."

"Yeah, I know. Whoopie, happy birthday. Yay." He sarcastically jiggled badly dancing.

"Oi, can you help me in the kitchen, there is something heavy I need help with." She glared at James.

"What...?"

Sandra glared again.

"Oh. Yeah of course sis." James shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Craig and then glanced at Lauren and winked before being dragged through the crowds to towards the kitchen.

"I've heard a lot about you..." Craig said smiling awkwardly at Lauren. As he reached for the ashtray and put his spent cigarette in it. She took a gulp of the can of beer she was holding.

"The same."

"I was going to drive James into town as soon as we can escape." He grinned and took a gulp of his beer.

"Oh wow, that sounds like fun." She smiled sweetly, fluttering her heavily mascaraed eye lashes.

"Great. Do you want to come too?" He gulped his beer again. As they both looked for their route from the nervous interaction. Craig handed her a can of beer. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him.

Lauren bit her bright red lips, "Maybe, I will see what Sandra is doing."

"Great, I will come and find you later."

"The cake candles are lit, is everyone ready?" Was the loud call from the kitchen. Saving their nervous skins.

***

Giggling and stumbling back from town arm in arm, "Go on Lauren, spill the beans when are you seeing him?" Sandra almost shrieked as they slowly meandered the short distance along the pavement.

"Wednesday after college." Lauren happily grinned.

"Is he picking you up?"

"Yeah...in his red car." She tipsily emphasised the importance of the red.

"Oh wow, what you doing?"

"He said going for a drive, then maybe the pictures."

"Ooh, how romantic." Sandra giggled happily.

"Oi, we are just going to have chat." She looked at Sandra and took a deep breath and dreamily beamed.

"Sound like fun, James has said he is like sooo cool." Sandra's eyes sparkled with excitement

Wednesday

The little red mark 2 VW Golf was obviously rocking gently on its springs in the far dark corner of now emptier carpark of the local cinema complex. The 11 o'clock showing at started and there was now no one around. The windows were completely misted up from the passionate heat being generated within.

Her sexy and skinny fit denim jeans were dumped on the front seat, her sweaty red lace thong was snagged around the top of the black gearstick when it had been hastily removed before he ripped it off. Between passionate kisses before they took in turns clambering on to the backseat. Lauren's long smooth shaved slim right calf was now wrapped around the passenger seat head rest and her other white ankle socked foot was wedged smearing her toe prints against the rear windscreen.

As Craig thrusted forward and Lauren passionately moaned and between subsequent kisses, Craig grunted manly as he thrusted harder and faster to the best of his abilities with his white Y-fronts around his thighs, his buttocks hitting the window behind him as they squeezed in the compressed in the extremely tight space.

A few minutes later sitting in the passenger chair she was grinning like a Cheshire cat hurriedly fighting her knees and the dashboard trying to get her feet back through the leg holes of her thong and wiggling her hips. She leaned in and kissed the tobacco hinted Craig once more. Then sorted out her jeans. Sitting in the dull almost perfect darkness panting, Craig fumbled in his pockets and soon had lit his cigarette. The putrid smoke from both his mouth and the burning cigarette quickly filled the tight space. Lauren was used to it with her mum, driving along in a car with smoke. He had smoked as they had chatted about nothing and everything as they cruised the back lanes after college. Their hands on each other thighs giggling as they bounced and jolts around the potholes.

They had not really watched the romantic comedy on the screen once they had eaten the popcorn in the darkness, they had been kissing the whole time. Her fly of her jeans had been opened well before the end and his manly fingers had creeped in and had been exploring her knickers.

Taking excited deep breathes she flipped down the visor and, in the darkness, stared at herself in the vanity mirror. Her hair was predictably now a mess, and her lipstick smudged. She did her best with her hands to sort her hair out, running it through her equally sweaty fingers. In reality if she had time and space, it really desperately needed a good brush. She fumbled around by her legs and grabbed her bag and pouting her lips quickly reapplied her lipstick. She needed to look good twenty-four seven. It was certainly more important ten minutes after just losing her virginity.

When she flipped down the mirror and repositioned the visor with a sprung loaded thud she focused again on Craig as her head turned as he flicked on the internal light as to see his pretty quarry and outstretched his hand. "Do you want it?" He quietly asked as he offered her his cigarette.

Blinking from the request panic crossed her face. "Err, no, I don't smoke?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I know, you said, but do you want this cigarette?" His hand made it a little closer to hers.

"No!" She recoiled her whole body further away from the cigarette her ponytail protectively springing her head away from the car door.

For the prim and proper Lauren, Craig forcing the smoke towards her of sorts ruined the end of the evening

All these years she had been a good girl. They told her at school smoking was bad, she told her mum that smoking was bad. Here she was with a still dripping wet crotch she certainly was not going to smoke.

She had one thought on her mind, she had to get home soon, it was still a college night.

"You know you will look gorgeous with a cigarette." Craig said before bringing the cigarette to his lips and dragging on it.

"What?" She screwed her face up.

"Lauren, I tell you looked fucking gorgeous with a cigarette between your lips."

Lauren coughed again, in shock and disbelief. "I don't believe you; I feel unclean. I need water, it's time for me to go home." She angrily declared.

The Following Weeks

Lauren had almost trudged around town shopping that Saturday morning, following her mum like a lost sheep, her heels loudly and rhythmically clacking on the tiles. She was just waiting for the afternoon to see her darling Craig again. He worked every Saturday mornings as a mechanic. She still bought several new pretty sparkly tops, and some new sexy knickers, just because she needed them. Lauren had to look good at all times.

Since Wednesday night she could not think of anything or anyone else. Other than Craig. When he touched her, it was as if he was electric, the charge that flowed through her body. She put that down to his mechanical skills as to why he was so good with his hands, and he had his strong physique. As Sandra said, he was delightful.

She had spent most nights dreaming of his strong manly fingers calmly yet hurriedly undressing her once again. In one scenario she had him ripping her clothes off in a rush of passion. She loved his hands on her body. The devotion and more importantly the attention. She just hoped that she did not ask her for another cigarette. It was embarrassing. She was just not interested in smoking.

Lauren waved goodbye to her mum and hoped into the car.

No sooner was she in the car than she was instantly hit with the wave of fresh smoke from his cigarette burning between his lips.

"Fancy one?" Craig instantly asked smoke from his latest drag pouring out of his mouth before again pulling on his cigarette. She should have seen it uncouth, but she liked it.

"No thank you." She smiled kindly and sweetly, and then her hair bounced off the head rest as Craig clunked the gearbox into first, and car jolted forward as he quickly accelerated off.

***

The weeks drifted by; she started staying over at his place on Friday nights after college. It was a tiny dark, almost mouldy flat. She would not dare bring her mum around. She would be horrified. Even Lauren thought she could do with spending some time cleaning it. Lauren had time to really focus on cleaning herself.

Deep down she knew the sexy and gorgeous Lauren Fitzgerald should be in more salubrious locations.

She determined that she was there primarily for the company, it was nice. They would have the most amazing, passionate sex, get a takeaway delivered, then before it got cold sit on his old sofa and eat it in his tiny flat. He would wrap his arms around her snuggly and they would watch telly he would open his pack, offer her one, she would refuse again, and then he would kindly forget it as he sat there and smoked. She got used to it. She was used to it. Her mum smoked around her, so did Craig. It did not mean that she had to smoke too.

Sometimes he would pick her up after work and take her for drive, they would go for miles, get lost and pull over somewhere and kiss and fumble. Then find a secluded carpark and again have sex.

Life was adventurous and fun. To her Craig was utterly divine. He was tall, slim, and as James had said weeks ago. Cool.

Things changed over time, she did not have time to see Sandra, she was preferring to hang out with his much older friends, which involved going to the pub.

She had a problem when sitting squished in the pub, they all smoked. She would sit there at the table, surrounded by pints of beer and cigarette packs with their ashtrays full of stubbed out cigarettes.

They would always offer her a cigarette; she would smile sweetly and politely again refuse. With a shrug of the shoulder, they would instantly light up.

But the angst in Lauren was growing now. She was getting a building feeling of missing out.

What where they enjoying so much? She would enjoy drinking a martini and cokes, giggle along with their stories as they drank their pints, but there was this other thing. They would all be happy and laughing and easily light up foul smelling cigarette, after disgusting cigarette.

Why didn't she?

A Month Later

The jukebox was loudly playing the background, Lauren was yet again sitting there uncomfortably wedged in the corner being the only girl stuck between half a dozen drunken guys around a small wooden table. Craig had bought her another drink, it was ten thirty at night, last orders were approaching the rowdy birthday event was contemplating moving on to a nightclub. It was one of Craigs mates 21

st

birthday, and they were all out on the lash.

Lauren had agreed to come out with them. The option of staying at home with her mum was not a viable alternative. Sandra was available, but sexy Craig was her focus now. James was within them, it was fine. They had been out since seven, she was now rather drunk and sat there almost mesmerised watching the smoke from half a dozen fingers almost dancing in front of her. Craig was ignoring her his back was to her whilst he was busy chatting to his mates. She sat there and studied the filters repetitively going to their lips, the flicker of enjoyment in their eyes as they pulled the smoke into their lungs. Before the exhaled smoke joined the heavy fog that the ceiling light highlighted the grey cloud that was hovering below the yellow stained ceiling between the dark wooden beams of the pub above their heads.