Sara's Adventures

As Emily left, Sara headed back to her bedroom, her post-coital ecstasy wearing off. Her anxiety began to rise, had she just fundamentally altered her friendship with one of her best friends? She undressed, took a shower, and returned to her bed, putting the night game on her bedroom TV. As she lay in bed, slowly dozing off, she checked her phone and saw a couple of texts.

Jenn: That game was shit. Emily must be so pissed, can't believe he threw a pick-6 to end it.

Tom: Hope you had a wonderful day.

Sara then tapped on her messages with Emily and saw Emily was currently writing to her. The writing notification stopped and started a few times over the next couple minutes as Sara left the conversation open. Then finally:

Emily: Can we say what happens in Sara's apartment, stays in Sara's apartment?

Sara thought for a second and responded:

S: Yes, and you're welcome anytime

E: I won't be a stranger :) good night

Sara smiled and then looked over to her side, the pack of marlboro golds looking back at her. She grabbed it and looked inside, "uh oh" she thought, "only 1 left, I'll need to pick up another pack tomorrow so I can return Tom's cigarettes without looking like I smoked them all." Sara then placed the pack on her nightstand and dozed off to sleep.

Sara awoke groggily at 7:30am, "fuck!" she thought looking over at her phone, realizing she slept through her normal 6:30 alarm. She sprang to action, brushing her teeth and throwing on her scrubs for her nursing job at an out-patient clinic. She rushed out the door, barely remembering to grab her phone and purse. As Sara walked in the front doors, just a minute or two late, she smelled the familiar scent of cigarettes wafting around the single-story building from the back picnic table where her co-workers took their breaks. She took a deep breath and wished for a moment she had had more time that morning to smoke Tom's last cigarette.

Sara's day went pretty normally, nothing crazy for a Monday which isn't always true in her line of work. She finished with her last patient at 4:50 and gathered her belongings to depart. She was nervously optimistic for her date that evening with Tom, she just hoped he would be comfortable dating without a relationship. This was always a hurdle she struggled to jump with guys, she always offered to split costs but most seemed to expect a relationship to progress into exclusivity and Sara just was not ready for that. She said goodnight to her co-workers as she walked out the door, again smelling the sweet aroma of cigarettes, this time coming from a couple of people standing besides their cars. She took a deep breath and remembered she had a stop to make on the way home.

Sara pulled into the gas station she passed every day on her commute, she used to be on a first name basis with the girl that worked behind the counter but she was wasn't there tonight. She walked up to the counter and asked "Can I have a pack of marlboro gold shorts. err, can you also grab a pack of marlboro gold 100s?" "Sure thing," replied the clerk behind the counter. As he rang up the packs, Sara's eyes opened wide with how expensive cigarettes had gotten since she had quit. She thanked the clerk, tucked the cigarettes in her purse, and headed back to her car.

Sara didn't think about smoking for the rest of her drive home, instead her mind was getting giddy for her date that night, worst case scenario in her mind was Tom is a dull and she'd just gracefully cut the date short, inviting him back to her apartment for some farewell sex.

Sara entered her apartment, the faint smell of cigarette smoke hitting her nostrils. "Fuck, hope my landlord doesn't get any complaints," she thought as she made her way into her bedroom. She took the new pack of Marlboro light shorts out of her purse, tapping the pack before removing the cellophane and extracting a few cigarettes to place in Tom's pack. The smell of the fresh tobacco hit her nose as she thought to herself, "one cigarette would be good for me to calm my nerves." Sara took another cigarette out of the fresh pack, grabbed the lighter, and made her way out to the balcony.

***

Sara looked at her phone as she sat at the desk in her bedroom applying makeup, 6:30, "okay," she thought. She had put on her favorite jeans that complimented the contours of her body so well along with a lacy bra and cute blouse which revealed her ample cleavage. "Just need to grab Tom's cigarettes, phone, purse, and walk over to Max's [bar]," Sara mumbled to herself as she gathered the items and donned her jacket.

Stepping out into the night air, Sara began her short walk to the bar. As she passed a few people chatting, she smelled the pleasant aroma of their cigarette smoke hit her nose. "Wouldn't hurt to calm the nerves a bit more," she thought as she pulled out Tom's pack, extracted a white cylinder, placed it in her lips, and flicked the lighter to life. She briefly inhaled to bring the cigarette to life, the tip glowing as she dragged. Sara returned the lighter to her purse, exhaling the smoke and then taking an even stronger drag, opening her mouth and inhaling the smoke deep into her body. Just then she heard someone yell "Hey Sara!" from behind. She exhaled a tight cone of smoke as she spun around and saw Tom running up to her. "Hi Tom!" she blurted out, equally excited and a tad embarrassed he caught her smoking. She wrapped an arm around him for a hug and then separated as they walked together to Max's, chit chatting slightly awkwardly about their days. Sara smoked her cigarette with slight hesitation, a little worried that Tom, an actual smoker, didn't also have a cigarette in hand.

As they reached the bar, Sara took a final drag of her cigarette, stubbing it out as Tom held the entrance door open for her. As she walked past him, she said "thank you," with smoke still escaping from her mouth.

Max's bar is kind of two establishments in one, at night the bar tables go away and a dance floor opens up with loud DJ music. During the day, the bar is a fun place to chill or you can also sit in the secluded seated restaurant in the back. The day menu is still mostly bar fare but they have a few specials that are to die for which change weekly.

Tom and Sara headed for the back room, which generally wasn't too busy on a Monday night, tonight being no exception. They sat down and Tom ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir.

"Ooo, I kind of like that he didn't even ask me, maybe he's more assertive than my initial read," thought Sara.

Their night continued, the two hitting it off, Sara requested a second bottle of Pinot Noir, not wanting the conversation to end. Like all things, their dinner eventually did though as Tom asked Sara, "Hey, I'm having a great time, do you want to go check out the new wine club down the street?"

Sara thought for a second, she sure wasn't going to have farewell sex with Tom tonight, so the night could continue, but she also really wanted to feel his dick in her now very well lubricated vagina again. "I've got an even better idea," Sara paused and suggested, "let's have a cigarette and go back to my place."

Tom smiled and replied "perfect".

They grabbed their coats and headed for the door, as they stepped outside, Sara reached into her purse and extracted Tom's pack of cigarettes. "Hey, you left these at my place the other day, figured you might like them back."

Tom laughed, "seems I'm always forgetting my cigarettes somewhere, here I'll light you up."

Tom took the pack, extracted two cigarettes, placing one in Sara's lips and flicked the lighter to life to provide Sara with the smoke her body was craving. Sara eagerly took a drag of her cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into her awaiting lungs. Tom brought the lighter to his own cigarette, repeating the process. As they walked to Sara's apartment, Sara extended her hand, locking her fingers together with Tom's.