Posted by vesperae on 3/22/2002, 6:12 am This "character sketch" is based on a real girl that I admired from afar, as a young post-pubescent lesbian. In fact, she was one of the girls that I observed on a regular basis in high school who made me realize that I was not only "hooked-up funny" in terms of my sexual identity...LOL...but she also made me realize that I was deeply afflicted with a perpetually panty-soaking case of *Lust* for Women who Smoke... I hope that you enjoy seeing *Her* in your mind as much as I enjoyed remembering and describing *Her* for you, and that you will now run with my "character sketch" in whatever narrative ways that your imagination carries you! I dedicate this character sketch to Ross, who originally inspired an earlier scaled-down version of what you see here at another message board last Fall. * * * * *vesperae Just a very pretty, pretty girl, reaching the full bloom of her life without a single care in the world... In her left arm she holds a pile of textbooks and spiral pastel colored notebooks close to her chest, her ample breasts resting on her Senior Biology text at the top of the stack. Several pens with slightly chewed caps are tucked into the spiral bindings, tiny artifacts subconsciously created by a need that she can't always immediately address, but often feels quite acutely these days. She wears a tight pink "Love's Baby Soft" scoop neck T-shirt that reveals every last subtle womanly contour of her 18 year old torso, and faded blue capri cut Chic jeans that hug her hips and long legs in the most obscenely innocent way. A pair of white Candies clogs reveal tiny little toenails painted in pink nail polish. She wears the same She is wearing her favorite shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss, 3" gold hoop ear rings, and frosty pale blue eye shadow that frames her sparkling blue eyes. She stops to retrieve something from the depths of her white leather oval purse, content that she is now out of sight of her pain-in-the-ass Health Teacher who she passed and said "Hi" to as he stood waiting for a ride on the library steps. First, she extracts a baby blue bic lighter, and then a half-full pack of Salem Super Longs (you remember the original white, green, and gold pack, don't you?) which she shakes gently to encourage a cigarette to pop up and out of the foil opening. One comes quickly in response to her graceful, practiced effort, and she lifts the pack to her face, takes the filter of a protruding long white cigarette gently into her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips, returns the pack to her purse, flicks her bic... ...and lights up. She drags hard on the freshly lit Salem Super Long as it dangles in the soft embrace of her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips. She drags twice more, and thick white mentholated cigarette smoke begins to stream endlessly from her sweet little nose in bright sunlit cascades as she stashes her bic and closes the flap on her purse. She looks up through a shimmering veil of smoke, caves her soft cheeks around another deliberate, prolonged drag, and takes the long white full flavored Salem, branded now with her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips, into her right index and middle fingers and holds her hand up with her cigarette very near her face, ready to take another drag...because she knows that she hasn't had the chance to smoke for a few hours, and is going to smoke this one fast. She pops her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips open and the mass of her breasts spreads against her Biology textbook as she fully expands her chest to draw the Salem smoke to the farthest reaches of her hungry little lungs. And when she has inhaled as fully as she possibly can, she brings the natural rhythm of her breathing to stillness, lingering in the thrilling penetration that she has been so desperately craving. And as the satisfaction of her first dose of nicotine in hours begins to spread in tingling waves throughout her entire body, she exhales a massive plume of sweet, rich, mentholated cigarette smoke that streams on and on...glowing in the sunlight, slowly dissolving in the warm air...dissolving like the very tension of her need itself. A car suddenly rolls by, and her sparkling blue eyes meet the shocked expression of her Health Teacher, who looks like someone who has just seen his worst nightmare come true. She instantly realizes that she will be summoned for quite an impassioned after-class lecture next week, but she also realizes that she can't help but be who she is, and decides that she doesn't really care that he now knows that his star pupil is a smoker, or for that matter, if anyone else knows or finds out now that she is a smoker. So she just waves at him with her long white cigarette burning in her slim fingers, and as her Health Teacher cranes his neck from his passing point of view to get one last incredulous look at the newest "lost soul" that he has had the misfortune of being made aware of, she brings the Salem Super Long to her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips... Just a very pretty, pretty girl, reaching the full bloom of her life without a single care in the world...taking another long drag...deeply filling her hungry little lungs once more with the caress of a cool-warm flood of sensual cigarette smoke...absolutely in love with the newfound feeling of knowing that she couldn't possibly care less what anyone else thinks about the fact that she is a smoker...and absolutely in love with the feeling of knowing that she has a whole lifetime of smoking to look forward to. She resumes her stroll down the sidewalk with a renewed verve, her hips swaying back and forth slightly more now with the feathery weight of a long white cigarette burning in her slender fingers and a fresh dose of nicotine coursing through her bloodstream, trailing a cloud of perfume and rich mentholated cigarette smoke that rolls softly off of her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips... ...now softly upturned in a contented smile.
Hello All! 
and transformation of WSL into SFIS!!!
Presented for your consideration...an original "retro character sketch", the time frame of which is the mid 1970s.
*puffpuff* 
A high school Senior, relieved to finally be out of the library, strolls down the sidewalk alone with her hips gently swaying back and forth on a warm Spring day.
pink nail polish on her fingernails, which are a little too long for her typing class, but which she just can't seem to bring herself to trim any shorter. A pink handle comb angles its way out of her left rear pocket, which she uses to keep her long straight honey blonde hair perfectly parted in the center and slightly flipped up at the ends,
which bounce against her delicate shoulders as she strolls along.
