Get the Cigarette

Stepping carefully out of the tub, ignoring the way her feet stuck to the bathmat and the floor, Lois walked over to the black cigarette, it's coal visibly dying.

She brought it up to her mouth and ran it under her nose, sniffing gently. The rich aroma of good tobacco came to her...like her grandfather, who liked to fill his pipe with some Turkish blend. Lois had always loved to sit on his lap as he told his stories, and he had smelled just like that.

Of course when Lois was a teen, smoking was its own little taboo, and one she hardly did. Just a few times, to try it out. Hadn't liked the taste of those bad cigarette, never got hooked on the nicotine buzz...and there was the whole thing that to Lois, there was a sort of sexual element to it. Putting something phallic to your mouth, wrapping your lips around it, sucking it in...

Sudden impulse twigged Lois, as he aw the lat red spark in the coal about to go out. Beyond the questions of how it had come to be here, in her bathroom, while he was taking a bath...she wanted a puff. So the reporter did.

She brought the hand-rolled cigarette up to her lips and kissed the tip, wondering what lips had been on it before hers. She sucked gently, letting the coal burn brighter, then drew the smoke into her lungs and held it, for just a moment, before opening her mouth, and gently expelling the smoke, formless and aimless...

It was good tobacco. Rich and earthy, the smoke hot enough to burn the back of Lois' throat, just a little bit. She put the cigarette back between her lips as she surveyed the mess she had made of the bathroom, the white cum-splatter footprints everywhere...and her own body, still covered in the rapidly cooling goo.