Yes cigarettes are a bad habit. But morning cig over coffee is when I do some of my best thinking, before anyone else is up. It is also when i spend quality time with memories, and most often of the years I lived with my aunt during college and first few years of working before moving and marriage. She and I got along well growing up but it was an adjustment for both of us living alone. She was openly a lifelong lesbian, but preferred living alone and only saw s** as an occasional need. Occasionally tensions would flare when one of us was stressed or having a bad day. One day she told me that I was being an a****** and told me i needed to rub one out ( her catch phrase for m***********) or get laid and stop being a d*** (we were both free with profanity lol). That particular day i shot back that maybe I was not the only one that needed some p****. She would occasionally be gone overnight when she was in need of s**, and it was actually an agreement we worked out that if i was in need or got lucky that we would simply inform the other that we would not be home that night, it was her home and I respected her rule that I not bring a girl there. Anyway when i said that she got angry for a second then busted out laughing and we got through the moment. The followikg weekend since I was usually first one awake and making coffee before hitting the shower, i heard the bathroom door open and the lights were turned off. We were prone to pranking each other and I goo naturedly told her to stop being a b****. Imagine my surprise when the shower curtain opened and she stepped into the dark shower with me. She told me to not say anything, to just listen as she told me that she was one of those rare lesbians who occasionally needed the real thing instead of a toy. Then her hand cupped me and I was erect instantly. Not another word was said as we kissed and touched, and she ended up taking me to her bed. To this day she was the most incredible s** I ever experienced. After as we lay in her bed she lit us both a cigarette as I lay next to her admiring a beautiful view of her body, and she told me that she was not thrilled about her occasional need for a man but that i was a far more comfortable choice and that i needed a few lessons but that if i was willing she was all for us being what the other needed. It was the beginning of a five year affair, and when she had need she would join me in the shower, sometimes slip into my bed during the night, or if a random moment of need just look at me and ask if I wanted a cigarette. And it continued sporadically over the following years whenever she asked. Sometimes she simply wanted a warm body to cuddle up with without s** and we would lie in bed smoking and talking about every possible topic for hours. It was a wonderful part of my life that is only a memory now, but often comes to mind in my early morning time with my thoughts.
