Donna was a single vivaciously sexy redhead who had been active bisexually ever since her senior year in high school. She loved to fuck but she didn't... care at all whether it was with a hot sexy man or an equally hot woman. She seemed to be just what Tammy had been looking for in a prospective bisexual encounter - a hot-blooded young woman who Tammy could have a passionate sexy "girls only" relationship with.Tammy and Donna had begun corresponding by email and they quickly found out how much. She liked how the smoke would curl upfrom her cigarette. She liked how it felt between her fingers. Sheloved feeling its craving. She liked being a smoker. Somehow, it allcame to mean much more to her. It was her most noticeable vice.So, when Steven probed, and asked why she really started, she told himof a past that just came to her. It was a past linked to all the thingsshe'd told Julie, the things she'd told Trish, her mailman, new friendsand new colleagues. He, his passion, his lust. I was always too shy to do anything about it anyway, but it was like there was this ... thing ... about me being better looking than him, or more popular, or something. It was all garbage and I didn't feel that way at all, but he did, see? It was probably one of the reasons I was shy in the first place, because I hung out with him all time ... Or something. I didn't know, except I didn't like it when Roger acted this way."Oh," he said, "I get it now. It's that new guy, huh? He's going, right?". I groomed myself cleaned all my pubic hair to make sure my tool was up for the task tonight.I completed my small work chores and texted her saying I was heading to her home. She welcomed me in once I reached in a baby pink satin robe. I could see her already hard nipples. We gave each other warm kisses. I gave her a few sexy gropes but she stopped me. Saying “not now Tiger, you will have what you want later” she rushed into her room leaving me longing for her in the drawing room… I switched on.