Abbie shares a cigarette with Stefan

Abbie sat back on her heels to watch the two men at either end of Michelle, and then a sound caught her ear. She turned over her shoulder to see a silhouette of Stefan framed by the bathroom door. He had a bottle in his hand, and lifted it to his mouth, taking a swig. He looked like he was posing. His dick had softened a little, though was still semi-erect. It was dark, so Abbie couldn't quite tell, but it appeared as if he was looking her way. She rose up on her knees and squinted her eyes to peer at him, hoping to get a clearer sense of things.

"You want a smoke?"

Abbie relaxed a bit, sitting back down. She leaned back a little, her hands limp at her sides. "Sure," she said with a shrug. I'm not a smoker, but sometimes there's a little buzz, she thought to herself. A little rush to the head might feel nice ... and then fuck some more, the internal monologue continued. She giggled at herself. Oh my god, smoke and fuck, fuck and smoke, just smoke, just fuck ... so many options and I'm just so agreeable! She laughed out loud at herself, unsure why it seemed as funny as it did.

"What are you laughing at?" Stefan stood by the couch, amused.

She looked over at him, also amused, but for different reasons. Something about the sight of a naked Stefan, his dick swinging around half-hard, knowing that Michelle was getting spit-roasted two feet away, and she was somewhat delirious over what order she was going to smoke and have more sex.

"This." Abbie waved her hands around, trying to encapsulate the room. "All of this."

Stefan nodded, though he didn't fully grasp the source of Abbie's delight. "They're cloves." He held out a lit cigarette toward Abbie.

So that's what the smell was, Abbie thought. I knew that wasn't normal cigarettes. She didn't smoke on her own, nor regularly even with others, but if Stefan wanted to share something, she was ready to share something. She took the clove cigarette from him, realizing in the moment that she'd never tried one before -- regular cigarettes, yes; pot, yes; even a cigar once. But never a clove. She inhaled the smell before bringing it to her lips. There was something appealing about it, the smell, it seemed ... spicier than she was expecting.

Her tongue brushed against the end of the cigarette as she brought it between her lips, and she tasted the sweet flavor of the paper. As she closed her mouth around it and inhaled, she heard the crackling of the burning leaves inside, and felt the hot air enter her mouth and pull down into her lungs. She held it in, held her breath, and pulled the cigarette away from her lips as she did. Her eyes slowly closed, and she gradually exhaled through pursed lips, a stream of smoke flowing back into the room.

"That's ... that's kind of delicious," she said, surprised at both the flavor and how much she liked it.

"First time?"

"First time with a clove, yeah."

Stefan nodded and took it back. "They're good for a night like this."

"I agree."

Stefan took a drag on it himself, and handed it back to Abbie. He moved around to the front of the couch as well, standing just in front of Abbie, just enough to send the message that he was ready for more attention.

Abbie leaned forward, getting even closer to Stefan. She looked up at him as she took another drag on the clove cigarette.

"Blow," he said.

Abbie exhaled, and then picked up Stefan's cock with her free hand and slipped the tip into her mouth. He could have said 'please,' she thought, more to amuse herself than to feel critical of him.

Stefan shook his head. "Nah. I mean, it's nice, but -- I meant to blow on it. The smoke."

Abbie smiled and nodded. That makes more sense, she thought. She took another pull on the cigarette. By this point, whatever the chemical makeup of the clove cigarette was, it was going to her head, and she was beginning to feel quite tingly from it. She inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in for longer this time. She leaned forward and pulled on Stefan's dick again with one hand. She pursed her lips gently, opening them barely enough to whistle (if she had tried to whistle), and gently blew a thin stream of smoky, clovey air onto the tip. The head of Stefan's cock was still moist from the last time Abbie had sucked it, and blowing the scented smoke back across it was intense for Stefan. Abbie could see his dick twitching, pulsing, and stiffening as she blew.

Her lung control was impressive, as her exhalation lasted quite some time. Just as she finished releasing all the air (and smoke) she had, she slipped her mouth over Stefan's penis, and sucked on him, bobbing her head back and forth, tonguing the underside of his cock. She held the cigarette up toward Stefan without looking at him, and once he had taken it from her, she put her hands on the base of his dick, stroking him as she sucked and tongued the shaft.

"Want me to try it on you?"

Abbie pulled her head back from Stefan's cock to look at him. "Sure," she replied, and then added, "What do you mean?"

Stefan smiled. "Lean back."

Abbie slowly relaxed into the cushions of the sofa, her body limp. Stefan put the cigarette between his lips and held it there. It had burned about halfway down, and Abbie mused over how slowly it burned. Much slower than regular cigarettes, she thought.

Stefan knelt in front of her, and nudged her legs apart. Slowly, he brought a hand toward Abbie's pussy. He pressed his thumb to her clit, and carefully rubbed and massaged her, quite graceful, considering his general demeanor and size. He glanced up at Abbie, and pulled the cigarette from his mouth, holding it out to her. As she took it from him, he lowered his head, and licked her, his tongue wet and warm. He looked back up, reclaimed the cigarette, and drew on it.

Abbie watched him with no sense of concern or confusion, just curiosity. Stefan leaned back down toward her, and gently blew smoke at her moist skin. The smoky air felt cool against her where he had licked her. She reached down with her fingers and spread her labia open, giving Stefan easier access. He redirected what was left of his exhalation straight into her pussy, and once he was done blowing all the smoke out, extended his tongue, and slowly licked her up and down.

"I know I can't taste anything," Abbie said with a giggle, "I mean, down there. I know. But it feels different."

Stefan didn't respond. At least, not verbally. He just kept licking and sucking on Abbie's pussy, thrusting his tongue into her.

"Ohhh," she groaned. It's like the smell of the cloves plus the feeling of his tongue on me ... Her mind wandered in thought, and she opted not to speak any more, knowing that either Stefan didn't want to talk or preferred to just let her body occupy his mouth (or both).

His tongue was strong against her, and she definitely felt awash in the scent of the clove. She realized she was actually still holding the cigarette, and brought it back to her lips for another drag. She almost felt high, though knew that it wasn't that kind of smoke. Still, her body was relaxed, the smell of herbs filled the air, and the feeling of Stefan's big wet tongue against her clit was spectacular.

"Here," she said softly, holding the remains of the cigarette out for Stefan.

There was probably a drag or two left in it, and Abbie hoped that he would repeat what he had done. Instead, he took up the cigarette, drew a long drag on it, and then rose up to sit on the couch next to Abbie. He let the smoke trickle out of his mouth, not really exhaling it, but not holding it in either. He reached past Abbie, dropping the butt of the cigarette into an empty beer bottle, and then put his hand on the side of her face.

Abbie didn't quite know what to make of the moment. It seemed very non-Stefan, though she considered the notion that she barely knew the man, and a couple hours of casual sex was hardly means of learning anyone's behavior patterns.

"I like how the paper tastes, don't you?"

As Stefan whispered to Abbie, wisps of smoke escaped from his mouth.

"I hadn't noticed," Abbie said. She enjoyed the smell of the smoke, but wasn't aware that clove cigarette paper had a distinct flavor. And now Stefan had extinguished it in a bottle, so she couldn't check.

"It's on your lips. Lick your lips."

Abbie did as he suggested, and smiled when she realized she could taste. It was sweet and a little musky.

"Lick mine," Stefan suggested, leaning closer to her. He opened his mouth a little, almost as if they were going to kiss. Abbie lifted her head, and extended her tongue toward Stefan. Half-kiss, half tongue exploration, Abbie tasted Stefan's lips, and again, marveled at the remains of the clove paper on him.

"That's really nice," she said, pulling back and licking her own lips again.

Stefan exhaled the remaining smoke. "Once more?"

Abbie grinned. "Once more, absolutely."

This time, she went in with her tongue first, aiming to taste whatever was left, but Stefan shifted their encounter into a kiss, both tongues involved, a very suddenly aggressive and intense kiss. Abbie neither resisted nor rejected as the two of them made out. Their hands roamed each other's bodies a bit, and after a few minutes, they parted, staring at each other.

Abbie giggled.

"Still, with the laughing." Stefan shook his head and took a step away. "I can't tell if you think it's all ridiculous or fun."

"It's some of both, isn't it?" Abbie answered. "But it's definitely good. It's all been incredibly good."

Stefan took another step. He turned back toward Abbie. "I'm going to look for another drink."

Abbie nodded, and nestled back into the couch. "I'm going to sit here for a bit and enjoy the atmosphere."