Two Smoking Best Friends

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This story has no real plot. It was previously posted but I took it down for some editing. Its just a collection of fun and crazy experiences from my early days with an old best friend, compiled into one evening. Names have been changed.

1

Shirley and her boyfriend Mike were sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and discussing weekend plans, when Shirley’s eighteen-year-old daughter Bethan entered the room.

“Good morning, Bethan,” Mike smiled.

“Morning, Beth, there’s fresh coffee in the pot,” her mother pointed out.

“Morning, mum, morning, Mike. I’ll grab a coffee on the way, thanks.”

Bethan was dressed for school with her long dark brown hair washed and in a pony tail. The knee length, navy pleated skirt, and tight fitting, plain white blouse were immaculately clean and pressed. As a sixth former there was no longer a requirement to wear a school tie. However, the school’s uniform policy was strict, and her parents ensured their daughter always adhered to it. With the option of wearing navy socks of an appropriate length, or opaque navy tights, Bethan always chose the latter, unless the weather was too warm.

“Why do you waste your money on that rubbish when we have the finest coffee beans right here in this house?” moaned Mike.

“I’m meeting Zoe, we always meet for a coffee before school,” she shrugged.

“She’s eighteen now, Mike, she’s too cool to have breakfast with us,” her mother teased.

Bethan chuckled along in agreement with her mum as she picked up her navy jumper, with school logo, and pulled it over her head. Mike watched his girlfriend’s daughter, her full, round, D cup breasts jiggling inside the tight confines of her bra beneath the school blouse, before she had the jumper pulled down over her curvy, five-six body. She was a spitting image of her mother. Turning towards her mother, Mike smiled. He was aroused, looking forward to the evening when he would enjoy Shirley’s body.

“Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?” Shirley asked her daughter.

Bethan gritted her teeth in preparation of her apology. “Sorry, mum, but I’m staying at Zoe’s tonight. We’re having some drinks and a catch-up in her parents hot tub. I still have some clothes, a bikini, and some make-up of mine in her bedroom from a few weeks ago.”

“A catch-up?” Mike doubted, as he cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.

“You catch-up every day at school and in the evenings on the phone. Sounds like another house party to me.”

“No, Mike. It’s honestly just me and Zoe chilling out,” she reassured him. “Her parents went berserk after the last party she hosted. Some of the guys urinated in her mum’s plant pots and cleared out her dads drinks cabinet.” They all laughed as Bethan slipped on her flat black school shoes and grabbed her school bag.

Preparing to leave for work, Shirley slipped her office folders inside her briefcase while Mike arranged his tie around his neck. He smiled, watching Bethan from the kitchen whilst she checked herself over in the lounge mirror.

“Bye, mum! Bye, Mike! she shouted, satisfied she was good to go.

“Bye, Bethan! Enjoy the hot tub!” Mike called back from the kitchen.

Shirley entered the lounge and gave Bethan a soft peck on the cheek. “Have a good day in school, and enjoy your evening.”

“Thanks, mum. You to.” She slung the bag over her shoulder and pulled out her phone, then started texting her best friend Zoe as she walked out the front door.

Shirley stood in the lounge window and watched her daughter, walking up the drive in her school uniform, looking innocent, yet so grown up. She was young, fit and healthy, and she had never caused them any serious problems growing up. Aware that her daughter had likely experienced alcohol, boys, and probably other things she didn’t know about, she trusted her implicitly, remembering she was no saint at her age.

2

Bethan was replying to a text from Zoe when she turned into a lane near the end of the street. It was a short cut through to the neighbouring suburb and the small complex of shops where Zoe was already waiting for her with a fresh latte.

“What took you so long?” the five-four blonde teased, handing over one of the hot drinks.

Bethan rolled her eyes at her friend, who was wearing an identically immaculate school uniform with her hair also in a ponytail. “I got out as fast as I could, it kills me in the mornings,” she explained.

“That’s why I love the fact my parents are workaholics. Dad is on a nightshift at the hospital, and he is staying over as he is on call all weekend. So no dramas for me when I needed one first thing this morning.”

“And your mum?” inquired Bethan, as the pair headed in the direction of their school, drinking their coffee like two colleagues walking to work.

“I already told you, she’s up north visiting an old school friend.”

“Lucky for you!” moaned Bethan. “I couldn’t imagine what my parents would do if they found out.”

“Ahhh, we’re eighteen and legal, they’ll bahis şirketleri be gutted when they eventually find out, but you can worry about that when it happens.”

The two schoolgirls left the shopping complex and crossed the road, enroute to the quiet park they stopped in every morning before school. An unwashed builders van came speeding past and the driver honked the horn at the pair, followed by a wolf whistle from the wound down passenger window.

“Come and get some, arseholes!” shouted Zoe, grabbing her small bust and squeezing it at the van.

“Chill out will you,” chuckled Bethan.

The girls waited until they were sitting on the park bench, their school bags upright on the floor between their legs, before putting their cups of coffee down beside them and unzipping the front of their bags.

“So,” Bethan began by pulling out her white and pink packet of Richmond Superslims, “you’re definitely not throwing a party tonight?”

“Not after the last party!” replied Zoe, pulling a packet of Marlboro Lights from her bag. “And don’t tell anybody at school that you’re staying over either. I don’t want people turning up out of the blue expecting me to let them in.”

“I get it,” Bethan nodded, flipping open the lid and sliding out a long, slim, all-white cigarette. “I could do with just chilling out anyway. There’s no better place to do that than in your hot tub. Girls pinky promise, just me and you chilling out.”

Zoe agreed, sliding out one of her cork filtered Marlboro’s. “Definitely. We can order some pizza and there’s wine in the fridge. Mum’s away and Dad won’t be home until Sunday evening.”

“Sounds perfect!” Bethan beamed.

Walking through the park were several local dog walkers. One particular mature male in his late fifties visited the park every morning without fail, eagerly waiting for the two schoolgirls to light up. Like clockwork, he admired the blonde and brunette’s punctuality as they met every morning for a coffee and cigarette before school. He never spoke to them; he knew he was too old, and he was afraid of being publicly branded a pervert. Instead, he kept his flat-cap low to hide his gaze as he casually walked back and forth, whilst throwing a tennis ball for his black Labrador Retriever to fetch. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and secretly took photographs of the pair, before taking a bigger risk by switching from photo to video. He just hoped the angle he positioned his phone at, poking out the top of his pocket, would capture the wonderful sight before him.

He muttered a dirty groan to himself when he saw the brunette raise her hand with the unlit cigarette poised between her nimble fingers. As the two schoolgirls chatted nonchalantly, unaware they were being watched and recorded, the blonde was soon mirroring her friend. He muttered another dirty groan when the pair brought their respective lighters to meet the ends of their cigarettes. They were sat with their bodies turned facing each other; their knees clad in navy school tights almost touching. He loved watching attractive women smoke without their knowledge. However, being able to regularly watch two beautiful innocent looking schoolgirls smoke was beyond his wildest dreams. He could have happily sat there and watched them all day long.

It was the act itself which excited him the most, quickly followed by the smell of the females exhaled smoke. The fact they appeared to be innocent schoolgirls, until they started smoking, only intensified his smoking fetish. They each had their own styles, and depending what mood he was in, he regularly masturbated over images of them both. On any given day he fancied a stroke over the candid photos of the bustier brunette, smoking elegantly with her feminine brand of cigarette. She caused him to wish the cigarette was his cock every time she placed her lips around the filter, took a drag, and then inhaled the thick smoke into her young body, before exhaling through pursed lips. On another day he preferred to stroke over his favourite, the lesser breasted blonde waving her cork filtered cigarette about in her hand as she idly gossiped in between short, sharp drags. For she epitomized the trashy, teenage smoking look he loved since his own high school days.

“Don’t look now but that weirdo is watching us again,” Zoe giggled, with her Marlboro light cigarette dangling from her mouth. She flicked her lighter and raised the naked flame to the tip.

“Is he doing a shit job at pretending he isn’t taking photos of us again?” Bethan joined in with a giggle of her own, before drawing on her slim, all-white cigarette and bringing it to life.

She drew long and hard and closed her eyes, forgetting about their voyeur for a moment as she inhaled the thick smoke into her young lungs and held it there. For her it was the first drag of the day, the best drag. She then opened her eyes, tilted her head back, and exhaled a thick plume of smoke up at the grey sky. Two seconds behind her friend, and Zoe was drawing on her cork filtered cigarette bahis firmaları and filling her young lungs with thick smoke to.

The man struggled to keep his dog entertained as his fetish forced him to watch them for longer periods. The innocence of their school uniforms and pretty young faces contradicted their true nature, as they smoked cigarettes and discussed which boy was the hottest in their school, he wrongly assumed.

“Should we tease him?” Bethan grinned mischievously, as she exhaled a lung full of smoke and tapped the side of her cigarette, breaking off the ash as the cigarette smouldered between her fingers. “Give the dirty bastard something to wank over later,” she burst into laughter, before settling to take another drag.

“What is it with old men and schoolgirls?” Zoe complained, smoking her second cigarette of the day a little quicker, and less appreciatively, than her friend. “It’s like my uncle, he’s a total pervert with his wandering eye and innuendos, even in front of my parents.”

“I have no idea, maybe they think we’re naïve little virgins who don’t understand what they’re doing?” Bethan exhaled with a light chuckle.

“I wish I was still a virgin!” Zoe chuckled to.

“Really?” Bethan sounded surprised, before she inhaled another thick ball of smoke into her mouth.

“Nah, not really, I love it now I’ve had it. I just wish I had waited for the right guy.”

Bethan glimpsed out the corner of her eye at the mature man pretending to be concentrating on his dog, making sure he was looking in their direction before she exhaled. “Amen to that!” she eventually agreed with her friend. “Anyway, which uncle are you referring to?”

Zoe exhaled her last drag, dropping the cigarette onto the floor and then crushing it out with her foot. “My dad’s brother, uncle Tony. You haven’t met him before.

You’ve only met the nice one, my mums brother uncle Nigel.”

“Your uncle Tony flirts with you? Ewwww!” Bethan screwed up her face in disgust, before glimpsing at their voyeur one last time to finish her cigarette.

“He doesn’t flirt with me, he just makes it plain obvious that he is a pervert and doesn’t give a damn that I’m his niece, his brothers own daughter!”

“Men are weird,” Bethan laughed, putting her crushed cigarette butt into the bin beside the bench.

The voyeur watched on, adjusting the bulge at the front of his trousers as the two schoolgirls finished their cigarettes, sprayed some fresh perfume, and popped chewing gum into their mouths before securing their cigarettes back inside their bags to head in the direction of the nearby high school.

“Same time on Monday, girls,” he muttered under his breath, watching their firm, young bodies from behind as they walked off. He remained there until they had disappeared. He then took out his phone and watched the video back. “Oh for fucks sake!” he moaned, learning he had recorded nothing but the inside of his pocket.

3

On their way to Zoe’s house after school, the heavens opened up. The girls dashed to the nearest bus stop, giggling and laughing, before finally getting home like a pair of drowned rats. They went straight upstairs into Zoe’s bedroom and closed the door. Zoe then selected her favourite playlist on her iPod and began to undress.

“Do you mind if I grab the first shower?” asked Bethan, pulling the bobble from her wet hair and shaking her head to release her dark brown locks.

“Yeah, no problem. That rain came out of nowhere,” moaned Zoe, taking off her sodden school jumper, shoes and tights. “I need a cigarette, fancy joining me for one before you shower?” she turned to her friend and offered one of her Marlboro Lights.

“Yes please.”

Zoe lit her cigarette, double pumping the much-needed smoke deep into her body, while Bethan accepted a cigarette and stripped down to her underwear. “Ohhhh, I needed that!” Zoe sighed, exhaling the thick smoke inside her bedroom.

Bethan sat on the edge of her friends bed, holding her unlit cigarette, waiting on a light.

“I’ll order us some pizza. Probably jump in the hot tub around eight when it’s dark,” explained Zoe, as she passed the lighter over and left her lit cigarette dangling from her lips whilst unbuttoning her damp blouse.

Bethan took the lighter and quickly drew a deep breath through the cork filter, comparing the difference in taste to her own favourite brand, but welcoming the nicotine rich smoke all the same. “That’s cool,” she said, followed by a long, drawn-out exhale through naturally pursed lips.

The two friends remained sat on the bed smoking in just their matching bra and panty sets, whilst deciding on which pizzas to order. Bethan’s was white, her busty chest filling the bra cups with no room to spare, while Zoe glanced with a tad of jealousy, her light pink set not so eye-catching, she thought, with her less impressive B cups. Bethan noticed but didn’t say anything as she requested a double pepperoni pizza.

“You always have that,” moaned Zoe, still stealing glances at kaçak bahis siteleri her friends generous bust before turning her attention back to the pizza app and confirming the order.

“I’ll try the meat feast, I’m starving.”

“Right, I’m getting in that shower,” Bethan said, leaping from the bed and stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray.

“Enjoy,” smiled Zoe, stubbing out her own cigarette and then removing her bra.

Despite being best friends since forever, and staying over each other’s houses countless times, the girls had never once seen each other completely topless or bottomless before. They had always respected that level of privacy between one another by simply changing in the bathroom. The bold move startled Bethan.

She tried not to stare at the small, firm breasts of her friend, as she nonchalantly exposed them and stood up. Zoe then turned towards a towel hanging over the back of her open wardrobe door and pulled down her panties, revealing her pale white arse cheeks. “Are you having a shower or what?” she smiled, knowing she had just shocked her best friend.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in fifteen,” a slightly embarrassed Bethan replied, not sure where to look before hurrying out the bedroom.

When Bethan returned she was relieved to find Zoe waiting to swap places, with a towel now wrapped tightly around her body. Smiling as they passed each other, Bethan stood in front of the wardrobe mirror with her personal hairbrush and picked up her friends hair dryer. Watching her reflection as she busied herself drying her hair, a large towel wrapped around her body, emphasising her bust once more, she began to sympathise with her friends jealousy towards her larger breasts. Ever since she had started developing them Zoe would stare and ask all sorts of questions. In a way it helped her deal with being the first girl in school to develop a sizeable and noticeable bust. Zoe was the only one not to poke fun or tease her. She always displayed a genuine curiosity, wondering and hoping for the day she would finally catch up in the chest department.

However, since turning eighteen and reaching adulthood, Zoe had grown somewhat jealous that the day hadn’t arrived. It was the only trait that Bethan wished she could change in her friend. She understood Zoe’s frustration and knew she only longed for bigger boobs to fill her tops, dresses and bikinis. But Bethan would have gladly swapped bodies to give her best friend a glimpse into her world, and all the men leering at those boobs every time she wore something tight or low cut.

Her hair dry, Bethan switched off the dryer and moved to Zoe’s vanity unit. On top of the unit was some of her make-up she had left behind when she last stayed over a couple of weeks ago. She pulled out the stool and sat down to fix her hair and put some colour on her face. After placing her hair into a bun on top of her head, she applied some light foundation to her face and red gloss to her lips. She then lit a cigarette and took the time she had left before Zoe finished showering to relax.

Resuming normal smoking of her Richmond Superslims, she languidly held and smoked the thinner, feminine cigarette. Her fresh lip-gloss transferred with each drag, staining the cigarette as the white filter absorbed the lip-gloss and turned it a fine shade of red.

Zoe then re-entered the bedroom singing along with the words to the song ‘shout out to my ex’, which were playing out of her iPod docking station by the girl band Little Mix. Bethan laughed, stubbing out her cigarette before joining in. With only bath towels wrapped around their young, energetic bodies, the two schoolgirls began to sing and dance around the bedroom, thinking of their own ex-boyfriends as they shouted out the lyrics with joy.

Suddenly there was a loud banging sound at the front door. It was their pizza. Zoe quickly turned off her iPod to be sure.

“I dare you to go answer the door in just your towel,” she giggled.

“Fuck off!” laughed Bethan.

“One of us has to,” winked Zoe.

“Not if you stop wasting time and get dressed we don’t,” replied Bethan, returning her friends wink.

“Let’s go together. It’ll be funny seeing the look on the pizza delivery guys face.”

“You’re crazy! Besides, it could be a girl.”

“Stop being a chicken shit, Beth, it’s the weekend, so let’s just have a laugh.”

“Fine, but you’re taking the pizza from him… or her.”

“You open the door and I’ll take the pizza. I’ve already paid through the app.”

Bethan laughed at the ridiculous prank, but accepted it was just a bit of fun as they darted down the stairs to open the door.

“Ready?” checked Bethan.

“Yeah!” shrieked an excited Zoe.

Bethan flung the door open to find an annoyed pizza delivery guy scowling and holding two medium size pizza boxes, one on top of the other. He had other deliveries to make, so had been impatiently banging on the door for several minutes. The handsome five-ten, blonde haired, blued eyed twenty-two-year-old quickly changed his demeanour when he saw the busty five-six brunette smiling at him in just a bath towel. She watched his eyes wander the full length of her body, taking in the unexpected sight before he focused on her impressive bust.

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