****** After the Party by Sally ******
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After the Party


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After the Party

Sandra stormed upstairs to her bedroom. How dare her husband humiliate her like
that? She was still shaking. She had fled the party and driven home, probably
still over the limit. Let him take a taxi, she thought. Still shaking she got
to her room, heaved an old trunk out of the wardrobe and fetched her hidden
cigarettes and lighter from under the pile of clothes inside.

Cigarettes were her one vice. Brian did not know that she still smoked. He had
known when they had first met, of course, and had once infuriated her by
scrunching up a whole carton and throwing them from the window of the car. She
loved him so much then and would have done anything for him - and that had
included giving up smoking.

Instead of going out into the garden as she usually did, she defiantly lit up
in the center of the room and inhaled luxuriously. Her anger melted away as she
dragged the smoke in to her lungs and soothed her nerves. She caught sight of
herself in the bedroom mirror and posed a little, still in her small black
party dress, hair done-up. She exhaled at her image and was pleased with the
sight. The cigarette in her hand made her feel confident again and she thought
of all the things that she should have said to Brian when she caught him alone
in the kitchen with that red-haired trollop. They had not actually been doing
anything, but the way Brian had blushed and worse, the defiant, almost
contemptuous look the slut had given her had made her blood boil and she had
stormed from the party. She did not know if Brian was having an affair or not,
but the way he had been... dammit, so intimate with the woman made her think
that he had certainly been considering it. She inhaled deeply again, the smoke
in her lungs soothing her.

In her haste to get upstairs and light up she realized she had forgotten to ask
the babysitter that she had just dismissed if Kaleigh had been all right.
Cracking open the door to her daughter's bedroom she peered into the darkness.
Kayleigh lay motionless on the bed. By the light spilling from the landing she
could see one slim arm lying vulnerably exposed over the duvet. Sandra leaned
over her to tuck her in.

"Mom?" whispered Kayleigh softly, stirring.

"Yes, love?" answered Sandra.

"What time is it?"

"Midnight. Go back to sleep."

"Mom?"

"Yes, hon?"

"Are you smoking?"

Sandra cursed silently. Her head was still too fuzzy from the wine to have
thought about putting out the cigarette before she entered Kayleigh's room.
There was no point in denying it.

"Yes poppet."

Kayleigh sat up, now suddenly awake.

"Oh! Does dad know? He can't stand smokers."

Sandra grinned at her daughter.

"No. Dad's not home. Smoking is something mommy used to do a long time ago but
I never gave up the habit. Are you cross?"

Sandra grinned again, sucked on the cigarette then exhaled the smoke upwards.

"No." Kayleigh peered at her mother in the darkened room. "You look different.
I dunno, younger. Freer."

Sandra grinned more widely. For a girl of barely thirteen, her daughter could
be very intuitive. Sandra looked at her daughter appreciatively, her tousled
long hair over one side of her face where she had recently been sleeping.

"Want to try?" she said, mischievously. Brian was passionately anti-smoking and
if he knew that she was now offering their daughter a cigarette would be beside
himself with anger. Fuck him, she thought.

Kayleigh was astonished and peered into the dark shadows of her mother's face
to check that she was really offering her a chance to smoke an illicit
cigarette. Sensing no trick she coolly said, "Sure."

She had smoked before, with friends, after school, when no one around, but
somehow doing it in front of an adult - her own mother - was unnerving. She
tried to remain as cool as she could and took the proffered cigarette from her
mother, her hand shaking, but only a little.

Putting the lipstick-stained filter to her mouth she took a long drag and
exhaled quickly, handing the cigarette back to her mother.

"No, you finish it," said Sandra and pulled another cigarette from her packet.
She lit it quickly with her favorite Slim Gold Satin Lucienne lighter and
inhaled deeply.

Mother and daughter surveyed each other through the smoking rising from their
cigarettes in the dimly lit room, each thinking their own thoughts.

Kayleigh took another quick puff.

"Do you inhale?" asked her mother.

"Uhm, I don't really know," replied Kayleigh.

"Here, let me show you how."

Sandra explained carefully to her daughter how to take the smoke into her mouth
then inhale it in to her lungs, hold it, then breath out.

Kayleigh tried it and overdid it a little at first.

"Wow, what a rush - I feel a little dizzy," she said.

Sandra grinned at her daughter indulgently.

"Hey little one, you'll get used to it!"

Mother and daughter finished their cigarettes in silence, but each enjoying
each other's company and the connoisseurship of the moment.

"Alright you - back to sleep now."

Sandra took the stub from her daughter and stood to leave the room.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can you kiss me goodnight?"

Sandra was a little surprised; this was not something Kayleigh had asked for in
a long time since she felt she was a young lady now rather than a child. Sandra
was also a little pleased too. Acting as though this was a normal activity she
bent down to kiss her daughter. Kayleigh raised her head to meet her mother's
lips and for a second each savored the smoky aroma that hung around their
mouths, then the kiss was broken.

"'Night darling," said Sandra, straightening up and leaving the room.

She went back to her own room, carefully wrapped the stubs in a tissue for
later disposal and slipped off her party dress. She was wearing sexy lace
underwear; it was to have been a 'surprise' for Brian when they got home from
the party, one he would now miss. She felt loath to take off the bra and
panties yet though. She was tingling. The buzz of the confrontation with Brian,
her sudden reckless decision to let her daughter smoke and the nicotine all
combined to keep her agitated.

Was she sorry for what she'd done? Sandra had always felt that smoking made her
who she was - even if it was her secret. It influenced her self-image. I am a
smoker, she thought, lighting up again and studying her semi-naked form in the
mirror. She smiled at herself. Deep down it was her final statement of
independence, of nonconformity. No matter what Brian said or did, this was her
secret weapon of defiance.

No, she was not sorry. It has brought me enough pleasure, she thought, it was
an honor to pass the legacy onto Kayleigh, and pass it on she would.

The thought of the pair of them, secretly defying Brian's wishes like this made
her feel inexplicably wet. The general tingling had turned to a very specific
tingling in her feet, and more especially her groin, that needed satisfying.
Not bothering to remove her underwear she gave into the sensations and lay back
on the bed, cigarette still in hand and began to rub herself. As she
masturbated she thought again of her daughter and herself exchanging those
smoky glances in the dark.

There is something very special about introducing your daughter to an
addiction, she thought, now rubbing more vigorously, I will work on her until
that addiction is truly shared. Smoking will bring us closer together, in a way
we never were before.

The End

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