My first time kissing a smoker

I am not 100% sure that I am correct in this assertion, but I am pretty sure I am. But maybe not. Hm... Let's say yes, just so the story has the proper impact.

When I was finishing up junior high school, and definitely into the first couple of years of high school, I had an occasional job helping a friend's family. They sold goods at flea markets. It was more of a hobby for them, as they both had regular jobs, but they liked to set up a booth and sell some items that were easy to sell - things like the rock and roll pins (think: Duran Duran) and Jordache purses, and all the kinds of crap that kids would beg their parents to buy for them. I remember those Jordache bags well, because we always had to say the same thing when people asked how much they cost: A dollar seventy-five each, or three for five dollars. We said that so many times, that I used actually refer to my friend by that phrase as a nickname.

There were a number of these flea markets on different days and different times of the year. Through the crappy seasons, there would be big indoor ones at a couple of sites. And then in the summer time there would be the huge outdoor festivals. Of particular note (giving away my location), there were these Italian Saints festivals in a particular neighborhood of a particular city. And those would be a blast because there would be huge crowds.

So, as you also might suspect, at these flea markets and festivals, there would be a lot of women passing by. Some of these women were attractive. And some of these women smoked. That alone was fair payment for my services. On occasion, I would see one who was roughly my age, maybe a little older, who was particularly arousing to me, and I would have to follow her around for a bit so I could watch her. I don't know. Is that wrong? Probably. But I didn't do anything bad.

One time, at one of the Italian festivals, I started talking to a girl at the booth, near the very beginning of the day. And she smoked. And she was cute enough. And it was clear that she liked me, and I liked her. And as the day wore on, it was clear that we wanted to have some time alone together. I think that, by this point in my life, I had kissed maybe a couple of other girls. I could have even been 16 at this point. So, I got permission to go wander off with this girl for a bit, instead of performing my work duties. And it was evening. We would stick around at these festivals sometimes until midnight when the whole thing ended.

And I remember walking all around with her, and I am pretty sure that she smoked when I was with her. And then we ended up sitting down somewhere quiet, and making out for a little bit. I don't remember her name. And I never saw her again. But that might have been the first time I had ever kissed a girl who was a smoker. I don't remember much about it. I just remember that it was not "nasty" like I had been told it would be. I actually think that there are many things that can make kissing a person nasty. The number one thing would be oral hygeine in terms of brushing or flossing. And number two would be if they have a tendency to eat a lot of things that cause them to be nasty on a regular basis. But smoking, in and of itself, as you probably agree, if you're here reading this, is not something that is inherently nasty. In fact, at the worst, it is "interesting". And at best, it's kind of sweet and enticing. But this is coming from the keyboard of a fetishist, so probably it's best to take what I say with a grain of salt or some Listerine.

All that said, I am sure that the thing that was the biggest turn out of that whole experience was that she was just this normal girl, who happened to smoke, and she liked me, and she wanted to kiss me. And that was a new thing for me. It was a combination of things that I hadn't experienced and perhaps did not think were available to me except as a fantasy, especially given how much fantasizing I had done around the subject.