We lived in a rural area, and I rode the bus to & from school every day. I remember that I had just started 6th grade. Up till then, I had always been strangely interested in the sight of attractive women smoking, but I guess I never really thought too much about it. I was also strangely interested in Bigfoot, UFOs, and the Bermuda Triangle. I was 11 or 12. Hell, I was strangely interested in everything.
One morning during the first few days of school, I got on the bus as usual & had a seat. A little while & a few stops later, I was gazing out the window (about half asleep), and saw a very pretty girl standing under a carport waiting for the bus....smoking a cigarette. I instantly became alert and watched in shocked awe as she casually strolled down the driveway, taking numerous consecutive drags before tossing the butt to the ground & daintily boarding the bus & sitting down a few seats in front of me. Snug jeans, very petite, wearing a short fur jacket that was fashionable at the time (this was about 1980 or 81). Short dark hair, brown eyes. A very wholesome & innocent look that was in complete contrast to the pack of Marlboro 100s that I spied in her purse. What a turn-on, even for a lad that was just beginning to discover what being turned-on was.
This morning scene continued throughout the school year, and I soon learned that the dark-haired beauty was in the 8th grade, and thus completely out of my league. But it set the tone for what has proven to be a lifetime of covert pleasure. Looking back, I still wonder how that cute, middle-class girl next door became such a naturally seductive smoker at so young an age. Her parents were obviously unconcerned with her habit, and from what I observed through the window of that bus revealed what I know now to be a very elegant, very casual smoking style. Her name was Kelly, and I will always remember her as the vixen who brought what was for me a vague & confusing interest into razor-sharp focus.