If Tom hadn’t stopped for a coffee that Sunday morning; if he hadn’t recognized his old schoolmate Sandra sitting alone at a table, sipping from a cup while checking her phone with a tired expression; if he hadn’t decided to go and say hi to her, because he had a crush on her when they were younger and now she looked even more beautiful then in school, her blonde hair tied in a bun that revealed her slender neck, wearing small glasses and a somber dress that gave her the professional look of a businesswoman; then his life would have gone on as usual, and he would have had lunch with his wife that day, as planned, as he almost always had.
“Sandra? I’m sorry, are you Sandra Leinster? I’m Tom. Tom Mallory, from… We were in class together, if I’m not mistaken”. Sandra raised her eyes from her phone and frowned. She looked tired, and of course older than the teenager he had known, dark shadows under her eyes. But God, was she was still beautiful.
Her smile was the same, too. “Tom. Of course! It’ s been a while”. Tom smiled, and shrugged. “Yes. Yes, it’s been what, 15 years?”.
Sandra pointed at the empty seat at the other end of the small table: “Please” . Tom stood for a second, uncertain: “I don’t want to…”. “Don’t be silly. No disturb at all. I am glad to see you, and I needed a break”.
Tom sat, smiling: “Working on a Sunday morning?”
Sandra smirked: “Sort of. Just emailing my boss that I have just closed a job. Which means that I have some free time”. She looked Tom straight in the eyes, smiling. “How fortunate”.
She had beautiful azure eyes. Tom found it difficult to sustain her direct gaze, so he focused on his own cardboard cup of steaming latte, taking one long sip. He felt strangely guilty, sitting here with his high school crush, while he should be buying groceries for lunch. But that was silly. He was doing nothing wrong.
“So,what have you been up to? You disappeared after high school. Like, literally. I remember some of the other girls calling around to ask. Your friends… Janet for sure”.
Sandra’s expression became distant, almost sad. “Oh, I found a job. The best job I could hope for”. She paused, then she stood up abruptly and grabbed her phone and takeaway coffee. “Bye, Tom. It was great seeing you”. Without waiting for an answer, she turned and went for the exit, leaving Tom dumbfounded, grasping for words.
He should have known better. But on a whim, he stood and ran after her. She was just outside, in front of a parked BMW, searching her purse. He touched her shoulder gently. “Sandra. I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong? Is everything OK?”
He felt her inhale deeply before turning to face him again. She smiled at him, a sincere smile, no sign on her beautiful face of whatever had caused her sudden run. “Yes, Tom. Everything is ok. I’m sorry for rushing out like that. I just thought…”. She shook her head, half laughing, as if she had a funny thought that only she could understand.
“Look, can I show you something?”
Tom wasn’t sure about what had just happened. “Uuh, sure”, he replied.
“Great. Jump in”, she said, taking out the keys from her purse, opening the car and getting in in one fluid motion, once again catching Tom by surprise.
Tom hesitated. He had to go buy groceries. Get back home. But he had some time, and he was curious about where this was all going. He walked to the passenger side and entered the car.
*I’m not doing anything wrong*, he thought. Sandra took out a small silver box from her purse and opened it, picking a thin, short sigarette from it. It wasn’t a brand that Tom recognized, seemed to have no filter, and was entirely pink.
She leaned toward him. “Got a light?”
“Ah, no. Sorry, I don’t smoke”.
She laughed. A short, crystalline laugh, followed by a shake of her head.
Tom was starting to feel as if the entire encounter was just a dream. “What’s so funny?”, he asked, half amused and half annoyed, but Sandra merely shook her head again before taking the car’s lighter.
“No, please, go ahead, I don’t mind at all”, he commented sarcastically, reaching for the door.
Sandra gently bent forward, putting her hand on his. To do so, she had to lean even closer to him; so close that her chest pressed against his shoulder, and he could feel her face inches from his, the heat from the small, lit cigarette between her lips, her slow breathing as she inhaled.
“Uh, I, I should go”. He hastily added: “I’m married”, only to immediately feel stupid for such an assuming statement.
She blew a cloud of pink smoke right on his face. “Hey. Please. Stop it.”, he protested, meekly, instinctively waving the smoke away.
The smoke itself didn’t make him cough. It didn’t even bother him, actually. Almost immediately, he felt his body relax. His muscles go slack, his hand fall from the handle of the car’s door.
“I… Don’t feel…”, he looked at Sandra. She was so close. He could have kissed her, If not for the cigarette between her lips.
Tom couldn’t tell anymore if the car was parked or moving. Everything seemed to spin. “What is… This”. His whole body had gone soft, but he could feel one part that was becoming hard instead.
“I, don’t. Do. Drugs”, he mumbled. His voice sounded as if it came from far away, as the world spin fast out of his reach. The only part of his body that felt alive was his cock, now hard and pushing against his trousers in what must have been a visible bulge.
Sandra’s delicate fingers took the cigarette out of her mouth. She leaned in and kissed him softly, blowing another cloud of pink smoke on his lips. It had a good taste. “You do, now”, she whispered, right before his consciousness faded in the whirling vortex that the world had become.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dmz7om/pink_smoke_1_mc