"I wish I hadn't started smoking... I'm up to 2 packs a day, now that school is out. I feel my lungs falling apart, but I love to smoke... ", Missy explained. Another coughing fit came over Missy, She made one small 'choke' sound, and that was followed by 5 longer, deep coughs. A dry cough, but the final piece sounded wet, and congested. Missy pulled the car to the side of the highway, and without a word, got out, and stood, coughing. Amy almost feared her friend dying, as she sounded like she was choking to death. Missys' back was to Amy, so her red, frightened face couldn't be seen. With her back shaking, Missy coughed hard. After each long cough, she would inhale, and it made a wheezing sound. She bent over and began coughing faster.
Finally, as the wet sound came back, Missy made a 'hawking' noise, almost to a point of sounding like she would vomit... Amy heard her spit. Getting back into the car, Missy tried to joke it off, saying 'Ahhh, I need air!!! ha ha. ", but, both were frightened.
A week later, sleeping over at Missys' house, they both sat watching Tv. Missys' parents were away on vacation, and she needed company. Missys' coughing fits were so frequent, Amy stopped noticing. Amy, at one point, noticed Missys' style of smoking, and had to admit to herself how sophisticated and attractive Missy looked as she smoked. There Missy sat... her wrist cocked in the most feminine way beside her face, holding her cigarette. Her legs were crossed very sexily. When she would puff her cigarette, she left it in her mouth, taking her hand away to make a 'v' shape with her fingers. After about 7 seconds, she would remove the cigarette, cock her wrist again, beside her face... hold her smoke in for about 8 seconds, and still blow out a thick, long, smooth stream. Amy finally got brave. "Hey... show me how to smoke. " Expanding her lovely chest while inhaling smoke, Missy said "Amy! Shame on you!! You are a track star for number one, and number 2... do you hear what my lungs sound like lately??".
Amy giggled and walked over, grabbing the pack of strong cigarettes. She had it in her mind... to at least try and still run track when school started again. And, if she couldn't... oh, well. She'd rather smoke, like Missy.
Seeing that Amy meant business, Missy said "Hold up, sheeesh, I'll have to instruct you, so ya don't make yourself sick. ". Amy made a good smoker. After 2 cigarettes within 3 hours that night, she was able to smoke along with Missy, with only mild light headedness.
During the night, Missy coughed alot. A hard, dry cough, with fits sometimes lasting 2 minutes. The gasping between some coughs was frightening. In the morning, Amy heard Missy in the bathroom. Her cough was now fully wet sounding. Even thru the closed door, Missy was loud. The morning cough was different than the other coughs Amy had heard. This cough... was slower... more drawn out. Missy would do one cough at a time, a long, wheezing sound. And, she would gasp between each one. Finally, it sounded as though her chest popped, and she began having 8 piece cough sets. It ended with her hawking, and simultaneously almost like pouring out watery, smoky, warm phlegm into the sink.
Amy stayed over there a week, slowly becoming a smoker. She was becoming addicted fast. One day, Amy said "Hey, I'm gonna go have a run. . . I need to stay conditioned at least once a week.". She set out, and felt fine for about a quarter of a mile. Suddenly, she felt a chest tightness she had never felt before. She made it a half mile before finally stopping. Her breathing was rapid. . her lungs burned. Arriving back at Missys', she pretended her run had gone well. Amy loved to smoke... she decided to spend her summer enjoying cigarettes, and simply stop when school started back, and push herself however hard she needed to in the new track season.
Amy became a pack and half a day smoker over the summer. She began having a dry cough in the mornings, but nothing like Missy. Finally, school was back in session. A week later, it was the first day for practice for track. Amy toughed out a half mile with lung tightness, and suddenly... the same cough she had been having in the mornings was attacking her. She ran a little farther, and had to stop and go to the side. What happened next frightened her. The cough got wet, and she had a feeling that something was stuck in her lungs. Without even having to hawk, watery phlegm flowed out of her mouth... tasted really nice and smoky. Her coach sent her to the doctor. The doctors' promise of confidentiality made Amy feel safe telling her of her smoking habit. The doctor warned her to give up smoking, as looking at her chest x ray showed signs of early damage.
Amy left the team, telling everyone she had exercise induced asthma so bad that even an inhaler didn't help. She kept her smoking hidden from everyone except Missy. Away from the track team, the 2 were now free to ride around, smoking, and coughing heavily. Each would laugh hysterically at the others' cough, and the laughter would set off another coughing spell. Amy missed running... but, with her new love for smoking, she was happy. She even somehow enjoyed the wet cough she now had every day, all day. She was proud of what smoking had done to her lungs.