I'd always thought it was hot when a girl smoked. I don't smoke myself, and never really wanted to, but there was something about a pretty girl delicately holding a cigarette between her slender fingers and then drawing it to her painted lips that always fascinated and excited me. Ashley was my new smoking buddy, and I figured this would be a good night to have her indulge me. Me: “So, Ashley, when did you start smoking?” Ashley: “I think when I was about 16. I used to sneak my step-mom's Benson & Hedges out in the back yard after she went to bed.” Me: “Why did you start?” Ashley: “I don't kn... Show more