While the end of January was tough on Nikki, the caveat was that the start of February meant that she was about to turn 16, which also meant that it was time to start driving.
Not only did driving mean more freedom in general, but more importantly to Nikki, it meant being able to buy cigarettes easily. So, she immediately went with her mother to get her permit after school on her birthday.
Getting a permit is exciting, but also frustrating for any teenager because they still have some time before they get their license. Luckily for Nikki, there is a provision in the state law that allowed her to drive home before getting her license if she was coming from a school event.
A month went by and she was steadily learning to drive and her parents gave her freedom to attend school events without a chaperon. Why not? Not many teenagers were as responsible as Nikki.
As she was leaving, Nikki noticed that Cara’s mom – Maggie – was leaving also. Maggie was no ordinary mother. In fact, she was that mom that every boy in her class had a crush on.
For Nikki, Maggie was like a hero. She was 25 years older than the teenager, but she dressed no differently and she was a successful nurse. If you didn’t know them and saw them walking side-by-side, you might think that Nikki was Maggie’s daughter.
Maggie was wearing a black leather coat and black high-heels just like Nikki’s and a tight shirt tucked into her jeans with a thick leather belt around her waist. Nikki may have modeled her style after her best friend’s beautiful mother as the two looked identical on this night.
Furthermore, Maggie smoked like a chimney, but had no idea that the little girl that had run around her house since kindergarten did also.
As they were leaving, Nikki could see Maggie’s hand clutched around something in the pocket of her leather coat, and she knew exactly what it was.
As soon as Nikki got outside the cafeteria doors and out of site she rifled through her purse and grabbed a cigarette of her own and raced up the stairs after Maggie. She caught up with her at the top of the stairs and the two began to chat as they headed for the door.
They headed out the front door of the school and made a right turn down the walkway towards the parking lot in the back. Just as they reached the walkway where nobody could see her on school grounds, Maggie pulled her all-white cigarette (a Marlboro Light) from her pocket and sparked it up as if it had been hours since she had last indulged.
Barely stopping as Maggie lit up, Nikki pulled her own cigarette out and lit it up, much to the surprise of the elder woman.
Maggie stopped dead in her tracks and grabbed Nikki by the arm.
“Since when do you smoke?” Maggie asked in amazement as smoke trickled from her lips and nose from her last drag. “Do your parents know?
“For a few months,” Nikki smiled through a long exhale of white smoke. “Yes, my parents know. They were upset about it at first but they chilled out quickly.”
“I never would have imagined this pretty little bookworm would pick up this bad habit,” Maggie laughed. “Does my daughter smoke?”
Nikki was ecstatic. She had gotten the approval of a woman she had always looked up to.
The two continued to walk to their cars, said goodnight and Nikki crushed out her cigarette under her boot and let out one last exhale before hopping in the car to go home.
What a great night. Smoking was making her feel so alive.
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The rest of the school year went along as usual, and once summer hit, Nikki took up a summer job as a teacher aide in summer school in hopes of earning some money for gas for when she got her license at the end of the summer and for cigarettes, of course.
Getting out at 1 p.m. every day gave her the rest of the day to do as she pleased, and Nikki took that extra time to lie in the sun on the deck in bikini and smoke. By the end of the summer she was up to a half a pack per day, and she grew anxious as to how she would get her fix once school started.
Nonetheless, school started and Nikki got back into the swing of things with ease as she began her junior year of high school. She knew that she had to focus more than ever considering this was the biggest year for college applications.
After getting her license just before the school year commenced, Nikki now had the freedom to a smoke a couple more cigarettes in the morning before heading to school because she could leave a little later.
Still, by lunchtime she was beginning to get those familiar cravings and she had to endure the rest of the day before jetting to her car and speeding to a nearby parking lot to get her fix since she couldn’t smoke in her parents’ car and driving home would just take too long.
However, as the fall moved along, she noticed something about the new Chemistry teacher. Nikki took the class last year, so she wouldn’t have Mrs. Becker in class or get a good chance to get to know her.
Nikki and her friends sat next to the window in the cafeteria at lunch and every day she noticed that Mrs. Becker would head to the parking lot and drive away. At first she thought that maybe she had a child at home and wanted to check in, but she had a strange feeling that she was a smoker.
One unusually brisk September day, Nikki decided to try to get a closer look. So she walked up to the assistant principal and informed him that she had forgotten her lunch in her car and got permission to quickly retrieve it, particularly since no teacher would expect that she was up to no good.
So since Nikki’s locker was right by the 30-something teacher’s room, she slyly waited until Mrs. Becker donned her black leather walking coat that went nearly to her knees and headed out the door. She was a squat woman, but something about her in that coat and high-heels made her attractive.
Nikki walked to her car, making sure that the teacher wouldn’t suspect that she was spying on her. As she went to her car and opened the door, she saw Mrs. Becker pull out and sure enough, the driver’s side window rolled down and her hand exited with a long white cigarette between her fingers.
She got a weird rush upon her discovery, but for some reason Nikki wanted to not only reveal to the teacher that she smoked too, but she wanted to smoke with the teacher. After all, not many teachers in the school smoked especially young females.
Finding a way to accomplish this goal would not only be difficult, but risky. Mrs. Becker was new so if she found out, it may not damage the squeaky clean reputation that she had built her entire life and the one that her parents adored and demanded because they couldn’t have fellow teachers and coaches discover they allowed their daughter smoke. On the other hand, if Mrs. Becker didn’t take kindly, she could be suspended.
Nikki thought for a couple of weeks about how to construct her plan, but when homecoming week came, it left her mind and she focused on enjoying it with her friends.
The day of the homecoming football game came and the October day brought sunshine but the temperature was in the high 40s. Nikki put on her black cowboy boots and put on a sweater before grabbing her leather coat that hung just below her thick black leather belt and hopped in the car with her mother.
They arrived at the game and Nikki took her seat with the rest of the students – her friends were cheerleaders but it never appealed to her so sitting with the rest of the students could be a bore sometimes – and then she noticed a woman sitting on the bottom bleachers with curly hair and a familiar leather coat.
It was Mrs. Becker.
At halftime she noticed that Mrs. Becker was getting up and heading for the gates. Was she heading for a cigarette? Nikki was sort of dying for one herself since she hadn’t had a smoke since that morning, so she got up and followed her.
Mrs. Becker was heading to school, to use the bathroom and Nikki caught up to her casually and they had some teacher-student small talk on the way to the school. She still wasn’t going to give up hope, particularly since it was a prime opportunity with the parking lot so far from the field.
So Nikki made sure that Mrs. Becker left the restroom first and she casually followed her out. As they headed outside, she noticed the teacher make a turn to the parking lot. Was this it? Nikki’s heart was pounding through her plump and perfectly sculpted breasts.
She decided to make her move, keeping a safe distance behind and kept her down as she pretended to look at her phone. Finally, Mrs. Becker was around the corner and out of sight, but as Nikki took a few more steps she began to smell the wonderful aroma of tobacco.
She decided to push all of her chips into the middle of the table.
“Only if we can keep this between us,” said Nikki shyly as she withdrew her pack of cigarettes from her purse.
“You?!” Mrs. Becker exclaimed in shock. “I don’t even have you in class and I know what your reputation is. You’re a straight-A student that has never gotten in trouble for anything, from what I’ve heard. Why in the world are you smoking?”
“Probably the same reason you are,” Nikki said as she still clung to her pack in hopes.
“Well, I’d get fired if I let you,” Mrs. Becker thought. “But, since you are willing to keep my secret, I can keep yours.”
Nikki gleefully extracted a long orange-tipped cigarette from her pack and lit up frantically. That first hit was unusually satisfying, combining that natural craving she had and the excitement of smoking with a teacher. She felt so grown up.
They began to chat as they finished their cigarettes in hiding and headed back to the game just as the second half began. Mrs. Becker even hatched a plan to sneak Nikki out at lunchtime once per week in their secret hiding spot.
That type of trust is unheard of for a teacher and student, and both would certainly get into serious trouble if discovered, but Nikki was beyond mature for her age and the two had a nice friendship on campus.
Smoking was truly opening up windows that Nikki had never dreamed of.
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