Carl Tatem - Daughter_s little friend

"You won't," Tom promised. "Go on, be a sport."

"Be a sport," she murmured to herself, remembering his words earlier about it being too late now to back out… she drank deeply from the refreshed glass, and then settled back again, taking a deep gasp of air. Her head was whirling, and the screen before her eyes was tilting gradually.

"Have a cigarette," Tom offered, leaning over to offer Vicki and Joe one from a tin box, which had once contained pipe tobacco. Then he offered one to Sandy, who shook her head. "Go on," he urged. "You smoke, don't you?"

"Yes, but…" She saw that they were hand rolled, of a peculiar brownish color like no cigarette she'd ever seen before. Moreover, they didn't have filters, which she preferred the few times she'd experimented with smoking. "I'd rather not now, thank you."

"It's the real stuff, Sandy," Vicki said. "You're missing something if you don't at least try one."

"What – what kind are they?" she asked tentatively, her curiosity now piqued by the other girl's insistence.

"Oh, just a little stronger than the usual American brand," Tommy explained casually. "You smoke them for the taste, which is sort of sweeter and less bitter than the normal kind. Like Vicki says, you should try it anyway. What the hell harm can it do? Just inhale the first few puffs slowly so you won't choke."

"Are they safe? I… I mean, they don't make you not know what you're doing, do they?"

"Of course not, silly," Tom answered impatiently. "Just try a few drags, and if you don't like it, then stop."

"All right," Sandy said hesitantly, not knowing what the tobacco was inside them but not wanting to appear any more of a child than she already had. She bravely took a cigarette and allowed Tom to light it for her.

"Slowly, slowly," Joe interjected, as he took a drag from his own. Sandy watched him and then Tom, finally inhaling very gently, as instructed. It had a strange but not unpleasant taste, and she inhaled deeper on the next pull, holding it down for a few seconds at Tom's instructions before exhaling.

After three or four inhalations, Sandy could hardly feel the smoke curling down into her lungs, it was so smooth. She watched Vicki holding her breath as long as she could, and then took a deep drag herself and held it down deep until she just had to exhale.

"They're nice," she said in a voice that didn't seem to be hers. She looked at Vicki and Joe on the other side of her, and they suddenly seemed to be miles away. "But I feel sort of funny."

"So do I," Vicki said. "Nice kind of funny." It seemed like a logical kind of answer, for indeed, Sandy felt nice in a funny way. She had never felt so nice, come to think of it, or so soft. The longer she held the smoke down the softer and nicer her world became, and then she noticed that Joe had gotten up and switched off the lights in the room, returning to the projector to turn it on.

She could feel the pressure of Tommy Edgars against her thigh, but the thin, brown cigarette had dulled even her fears about him. She felt too good, and she returned the pressure slightly to let him know that she didn't mind and that she liked him… she could feel the delicious warmth of the marijuana cigarette tingling deep inside… deeper down than she had ever felt anything before in her life…

The screen suddenly lit up with the white light of the blank beginning frames, then the first picture came into view, and Joe focused the lens so that it was in sharp clarity. Sandy could make out a large bed, a small dressing table to one side with a large mirror near it. It was a beautiful setting, she thought dreamily, better than her own bedroom. The marijuana had made her thirsty, and she drank from her rum cocktail thirstily, only to find that Tom was filling it again and giving the pitcher back to Joe. She smiled warmly at her boyfriend, glad that he was here to take care of her, and then she saw on the screen that the door of the bedroom was opening and a young, innocent looking Scandinavian girl was walking in. She didn't appear to be much older than Sandy or Vicki, and was very lovely, with a melancholy look on her face that reflected a deep loneliness. It touched Sandy to the depths, as she felt identified with the girl in her drugged fog, her own emotions heightened by the marijuana to bind her inextricably to those of the lonely creature on the screen.

The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looking longingly at it for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight, black dress she was wearing. She placed the photograph on her pillow gently, and began to undress. She slipped the short dress slowly upwards, exposing full, well-rounded thighs, the black of her dainty, lace-trimmed silken panties contrasting sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.

Sandy could hear sounds of delight from Joe and Tommy as the dress snailed its way over the girl's head, and her beautifully curved torso emerged. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud and their quivering nipples were turgid on the luscious half-spheres, and as the girl raised her arms high over her head to pull her long, black hair up, her breasts peaked still higher in alluring motion.

She was almost naked now, in just her thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the camera, drawing the black thin, gossamer material tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, finally discarding them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front again. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high-rounded breasts to the soft dark curls of her pubic mound.

Sandy shifted nervously next to Tom. She had never expected anything like this! Maybe some torrid, but not all the way, love scenes with a man, and perhaps a bare breast now and then, but at least a "G" string, ineffectual as it might be. But this exposed all the girl had to offer, and she was making no attempt to hide it, either!

The girl lay down on her stomach on the bed now, the picture of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing. She was sexually aroused by her thoughts and needed release! Sandy gasped aloud as the girl turned over on her back and began to massage her breasts with her free hand in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs, her feet pointed directly at the camera. The girl slowly worked herself into a burning passion, her buttocks twisting against the mattress as though she was trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes, as if she wasn't acting the part, but living it.

Sandy couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part unless she was really feeling it. She remembered lying in her own bed after heavy dates – last night, for example – and how she had gone insane from the frustration of her arousal until she had relieved herself with her own tiny fingers. She blushed slightly at the thought, and squirmed her buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact, and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened, and she drank heavily from her glass again, attempting to cool some of the warmth the girl's passion had transmitted to her own slim body.

While she was drinking, Tommy lit two more thin, brown cigarettes and passed one to her. Without thinking, Sandy pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply, perhaps hoping it would help still the unwanted ache beginning deep within her belly.