Chapter #6.- At the next day…

It was Saturday at afternoon. 05:45p.m. So, my daughter and me was waiting for Abby. Marina prepared and tasty pasta with meat and a chopped fruit salad as dessert. After a moment. Abby got to my home. She arrived with her motorcycle. I saw her between my window in the living room.

"I'll open the garage" I said to Marina.

"Okay mom!" she responded since her room.

I went to the garage's door to open it and left to Abby pass inside. I thought that she turned off her motorcycle but it wasn't. When I opened the door, she entered with her motorcycle turned on, emitting a super massive cloud of blue smoke with its exhaust fumes.

Of course, the smoke of the motorcycle smelled so terrible, I grimaced and get disgusted as hell when I felt the smelly smoke burning my nose. The excessive blue smoke ended to cover me into a huge smoke cloud. I fanned the smoke with my two arms, but it turned into a dense mist of burned fuel. Smog.

"Cough! Cough! Phew! What a smoke!" I coughed loudly to call the attention to Abby and fanned exaggeratedly it with my arms to achieve that she turned off her smoky motorcycle.

After a pair of roars and more emitted smoke. Abby turned off the engine. She took off her helmet and told me disgusted.

"Hi? Eh… sorry… ah… for this smoke…" she said a bit nervous and apologized by all the smoke that filled my garage.

"Phew! Your bike smokes like hell!" I said amazed by the massive smog inside the garage.

"Yeah… tee-hee… so sorry…" said Abby.

My daughter entered to the room and saying:

"Oh, what's happen here? I heard so much noise and…" she said and she got disgusted suddenly. She grimaced and she complained about the smelly smog inside the garage. "Oh! What the heck is this? It smells so terrible! Cough! Cough!" said Marina and she coughed choking in the blue smoke.

"Ah! It's… it's the smoke of my motorcycle… eh" said Abby shyly.

"Oh! Damn! It's so much smoke!" complained Marina disgusted.

"Cough, cough… yeah!" I said coughing while I was smelling it.

"Eh… I really sorry…" said Abby so shyly again.

We went to the living room. I closed the garage and I left open a window. We started to talk while eating. Marina prepared a great buffet. We talked about our workdays and schooldays. At the end, Marina started to clear the dishes form the table.

"Oh! Marina, it's okay, let me clear the dishes…" I said to her.

"Oh! Thanks mom!" she responded a bit embarrassed.

While I was taking the dishes, Abby asked to smoke a cigarette in the house a bit shy.

"Eh… mind if I smoke?" she said while she was taking her little handbag to take her cigarette pack and her lighter.

"Oh… absolutely…" responded Marina sweetly.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry…" I said a bit anxious because I wanted to see her smoking skills.

"Oh! Thanks!" she thanked and smiled.

"Oh! You're welcome!" Marina and me responded almost at the same time in a chord. We shared a giggle shyly. Apparently, we wished to see her smoking her cigarette.

As soon as she lighted up her cigarette. I went to the table to see her smoking. She lighted it up with joyfulness, she closed her eyes during the first drag, she looked so lovely inhaling deeply the smoke from her cigarette, filling her lungs slowly with the hot smoke of her cigarette and, as a smoke machine, she blew the smoke in beeline, making a dense cloud of smoke.

She was impressive. Marina was amazed among a foggy smoke screen, she looked surprised by the amount of smoke that Abby made at her first drag of her cigarette.

"Oh!" she exclaimed loving how the smoke was getting her slowly in a slight mist of cigarette smoke.

Abby giggled while she was seeing my daughter. She exhaled some of residual cigarette smoke by her nose.

"Wanna one?" she offered a cigarette to my daughter from her cigarette pack.

"Eh?" exclaimed Marina embarrassed.

"Ah! Eh… She's a nonsmoker. She doesn't like cigarette smoke… right Marina?" I responded instead her.

"Oh… ah… ye… yeah…" added Marina a bit shy fanning the smoke screen that was in front herself with a hand.

Abby laughed loud and she told me.

"Oh! Please, Aly. Tell me, how old is Marina, fifteen years old?

"Oh! She's sixteen years old.

"Ah! It's okay, she could smoke cigarettes with us! Ha, ha, ha!" said Abby laughing.

"Eh? No! She's still a little girl! My little girl! And she doesn't smoke!" I exclaimed to her.

"Oh! C'mon! When did you start to smoke cigarettes? Did you remember it? Let me guess! At fourteen years old? Please, let her smoke with us!" said Abby and she turned her head to my daughter. "Also, I think she love cigarette smoke smell" she said and she sipped her cigarette, she pointed to my daughter's face with her mouth like saying "O" and exhaled a lot of smoke to her pretty face. Marina almost immediately covered her mouth with both hands and began to cough choking in Abby's smoke.

"Hey! Don't smoke in her face like that way! You're make her cough with your cigarette smoke!" I scolded Abby.

Abby giggled shyly and told me.

"Tee-hee! Sorry… I thought that she liked cigarette smoke, because she liked to see my cloud… sorry…" apologized Abby smiling.

My daughter hawked a bit and fanned the smoke screen with a hand grimacing disgusted.

"Honey! There's too much smoke here, please, go to your room while Abby and me smoking and talking…" I said to Marina.

"Oh, but mom…" said Marina.

"Honey!" I scolded her.

"Oh… yes, mom…" she said and she went to her room.

We went to the sofa, to get more comfortable. I took my cigarette pack and my lighter to light up a cigarette. After the first drag among my own smoke screen. Abby said me:

"Aly, please! She's sixteen! She can smoke with us without problem…" said Abby and she sipped her cigarette. She had the ashtray in a hand near of her breasts to put the ashes into it. I put my ashes making a dense smoke stela and I responded a bit mad about the talk.

"No. She's not a smoker! End of discussion!" I said.

Abby smiled among a dense smoke screen and told me naughty.

"Well… okay, I understand…" and she sipped her cigarette.

She got closer to me with her mouth and lungs full of smoke. I got surprised a bit, of course, she wished to kiss me with smoke. I got closer to her lips and I closed my eyes while I receive her lips.

The smoke overflowed from our lips, warm and choking us. Abby ended to kiss me and coughed a couple of times slightly to my face; her wet and smoky breath impregnated my skin in that moment.

"That was so much smoke…" said me Abby a bit breathless.

I had my cigarette making its smoke near to our little space, I wanted to make her cough discreetly.

"Yeah…" I responded among a smoke stela.

Abby sipped her cigarette and I too. She kissed me, this time our tongues were playing in the mouth of each other in a smoky party of our breaths. Smoke covered us, we were sharing smoke and breathing it, we were kissing and enjoying the moment.

Abby got a bit turned on and she put a hand in one of my breasts. I couldn't avoid to moan loud.

"Boob!" she whispered with a little smoke in her mouth.

In a moment we saw that Marina was watching us.

"Honey!" I exclaimed to her.

"Ah! Sorry… I was thirsty, and I downed for a glass of water, but it's okay, continue playing… just… just ignore me…" she said.

"Honey!" I screamed again. She only giggled pretending innocence.

Abby saw her watch and she said.

"Oh… time to go…

"Eh? Is that all?" said Marina to Abby.

"Honey!" I exclaimed exalted and anxious.

"Yeah, I need to do something stuffs about the inventory of the super…" she said.

"Oh… I understand…" responded Marina.

"Honey!" I exclaimed to her. "Oh! I understand…" I said to Abby.

We accompanied to Abby to our garage. She rode her motorcycle and said goodbye smiling. "See you later! Thanks for the meal!" she said and she put her helmet.

"See ya!" I responded to her glad.

"You're welcome" said Marina.

Marina opened the door and Abby started her motorcycle. I was behind the engine next to the exhaust pipe, after did a smoky explosion the smoke covered me in a blink, Abby accelerated and left us a thick smoke behind.

My daughter and me ended coughing in the garage full of its exhaust fumes.

"Cough! Cough! Her bike smokes a lot! Cough! Cough!" I complained among cough, breathing the pollution that Abby left us.

"Cough! Cough! Yeah! It's amazing! Cough! Cough!" said my daughter coughing.

"It's not amazing! It is too bad!" I said grimacing and disgusted.

Marina coughed more and told me:

"I think it's funny…

"It isn't funny to breathe vehicle's exhaust fumes, honey! Cough! Cough!" I scolded her and I coughed loud by the dirty air full of smog.

Marina and me giggled and we closed the garage and left a window open. That was a so funny day.