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Archive name: Julie.txt (MF, Smoking-fetish)
Authors name: The Flying Pen
Story title : How Old Are You Anyway?

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How Old Are You Anyway? (MF, Smoking-fetish)
by The Flying Pen

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"So you did okay in finals?" 

Julie nodded. "All that stress actually made me work
my ass off.

I think I did pretty well," she grinned. 

"I'm going to miss your company out here, but good 
luck with quitting," I said. "The few, the proud, the 
exiled," I added. 

"Mike, thanks for keeping me company and listening to 
me bitch all semester," Julie said. "I'm gonna miss 
hanging out here with you and those--yeccch!--Mores." 

"I would have offered, but you never bummed one from 
me," I grinned. "You always had a brand of the day. I 
never knew what you were smoking." We stuck our tongues 
out at each other and laughed. 

"You're so funny. Anyway, I'd better go; everybody is 
meeting at O'Reilly's in another 15 minutes. I'll see 
you around in the halls and I'll drop by once in a 
while to say hi. See ya 'round." Julie smiled, waved, 
and headed to her car in the parking lot. 

I didn't see her for a long time after that. She must 
have quit, I reasoned. Maybe Julie had even left 
school, because I never saw her in the halls. Oh well, 
graduate students come and go. However, I eventually 
did run into her again, in mid-March, at the same bar 
where we had officially introduced ourselves. "Julie?" 
I hesitantly questioned the vivacious, black-haired 
women sitting at a table with a group. 

"Hi!!!! Michael!!!! I'm happy to see you again! How 
have you been?" Julie's eyes sparkled, and she 
certainly looked as if she were happy to see me. She 
got up from the table and gave me a hug. "My class 
schedule this semester is kinda weird. I only have 
class in your building at night this semester," Julie 
apologized. "I was gonna leave you a note, but your 
section of the building is locked up by the time I get 
there. Let's go somewhere so we can catch up," she 
suggested. 

We chatted amiably about the previous three months for 
a few minutes; she was having a much easier time with 
her classes and hadn't been stressed all semester. 
Julie excused herself for a second, went back over to 
her table and grabbed her purse. She pulled out a 
lighter and a Capri. 

I commented, "Still smoking when you drink, I see." 

Julie blushed a little. "No... actually, I guess I'm 
just a smoker now. I never did quit like I said I was 
going to." She indicated her classmates. "It's kinda 
nice not having to pre-tend any more." We smoked and 
talked; she bought two beers and we talked some more. I 
would watch her lean casually against the bar, Capri in 
hand, and tilt her chin slightly before each exhale. 
She was definitely more relaxed, and not in as big a 
hurry. One of Julie's classmates came over and told her 
that the group was leaving for another club. 

Julie waved her on. "You guys go ahead. I haven't seen 
Mike all year." As her classmates headed out, she gave 
several hugs and wished all a good spring break. After 
they were gone, Julie reached into her purse for 
another cigarette, but her pack was empty. 

"Dammit. Now I gotta go get change for the machine. I 
know they won't have these in it." She looked at me and 
continued, "I hope they have more than Camel Lights. 
Bleccch." She wrinkled her nose in distaste, then 
grinned. 

"Julie," I said as she began to pull out her wallet, 
"there's a book store less than a block away that sells 
cigarettes. I think I've seen your brand there." 

"Really?" Her face brightened, then she cocked her 
head. "You'll be here when I get back?" I nodded. There 
was no way I was going to miss the remainder of this 
evening. 

Julie came back in about ten minutes with a pair of 
fresh beers. "I decided to stop on the way," she 
grinned. "Figured we could use some more beer, and the 
crowd at the bar is getting bigger." 

Her smile and dancing eyes made her look very 
attractive, and distracted me. Somehow, I managed to 
remember that she had also bought the last round. 
"Julie, you bought the last round. At least let me 
contribute," I said, feeling very odd. 

"You can give me a light," she coyly replied. "You look 
like the gentlemanly type." Julie pulled out a fresh 
pack of Capri 120's. "Before you say anything, these 
were on sale, 3 packs for 2. Since you smoke really 
long cigarettes, I thought I'd give it a try in my 
brand." 

She opened the pack, pulled one out, and studied the 
long, very slim white cylinder between her fingers. 
"Wow, these are long," she giggled. 

"Sir? If you please?" I lit it, and watched her take a 
drag. She turned her head aside to exhale. "Hmmm... Not 
bad. But I can see that I'd have to take my time with 
these." 

Julie took a long, deep drag, and closed her eyes. She 
let the smoke flow from her nostrils for a few seconds, 
then exhaled the rest through her lips. Her eyelids 
fluttered a little as she opened them. "You're right. 
This is relaxing," she smiled. 

"Now that you're not stressed anymore..." I began, but 
my thought died when Julie took another long pull and 
some of the smoke spilled out from her lips, only to be 
drawn into her nostrils. She leisurely exhaled a long 
trail of smoke. 

"You're right. I'm not stressed anymore; I can enjoy a 
cigarette." Julie paused to look at her watch. "If you 
really feel guilty about the beer, there is a way you 
can make it up to me. Take me to a movie sometime." 

"Ummm...." Julie chose that moment to french-inhale 
again, hold the smoke, and exhale leisurely with her 
chin slightly inclined. It took me a few seconds to 
process what she had said. "Sure.

When?" 

"I was thinking... the midnight show down the street. 
That is..." Julie took another slow, deep drag, drawing 
escaping smoke back into her mouth as she pulled the 
cigarette away from her lips. "If you don't mind 
waiting for me to finish my very relaxing, long 
cigarette," she teased. I shook my head and grinned 
stupidly. 

As we walked out of the bar five minutes later, Julie 
turned to me and asked, "By the way, Mike... how old 
are you?" 

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