Class and Ass Gas

 

 

 

 

 

It was almost midnight. The October wind sobbed through the leaves of the old oak tree outside the library window, rattling the opaque glass like a frenetic mariachi band. But the sound inside was much quieter - the school's cicadas clocking overtime in this near-hallowed hall of knowledge. A few hushed whispers escaped every now and again, drifting like disembodied specters over the rows of bookcases.

Amy found herself shivering, just slightly, at the feeling of being blanketed in the stuffy silence.

It was the kind of thick hush that had a weight to it, which somehow lingered in the library, hungry to swallow up the faintest sounds of life. She glanced over at Anders, their books and study guides strewn haphazardly over the vast tabletop, as he leaned back in his chair, gazing intently at her.

Despite the droning mental fatigue that their exam preparation had induced, she felt her eyes lingering on the little features that made him stand out. A slight patch of freckles was scattered over the bridge of his nose, granting him an endearing innocent allure. His eyes, which Amy found to be particularly bewitching, were the colour of jade lost within sun-kissed grassy hills.

"Anders," she began, looking over her review guides. "Can you help me with this question on the worksheet? I don't understand how to use the formula." Amy scrunched her brow, scratching the back of her head with her pen.

Anders looked at her answer for a few seconds before swallowing. "Well, I think I may know where you're going wrong." He paused, looking down at his notes. "See, here, when you're solving for x, you need to move everything to the other side of the equals sign." Anders shifted in his seat, leaning slightly closer to Amy. "Then, just divide both sides of the equation by the part you moved over. Simple enough, right?"

Amy's cheeks tinged a rosy hue as the faintly spicy flavour of his cologne reached her nostrils. Focusing on the problem in front of her, she nodded along.

"So, just like this?" she asked, her pencil tracking the path he'd created as a solution.

Suddenly,  just as Amy understood the problem's solution, a different sensation arose in her, the all-too-familiar hot air accumulate in her lower abdomen. Without warning, the pressure exited, manifesting itself as a thunderous fart.

Amy grinned sheepishly, "Oops, sorry about that." A pink blush adorned her cheeks as a surge of emotion rushed through. She felt so ashamed, so... horny.

It was the wickedest little secret she had. A thrill, a freedom, in something most people would shy away from. Amy rolled her eyes as she caught scent of the heavenly aroma lingering in the air.

"It's okay, Amy, don't worry about it. I... I don't mind."

Amy, awaken from her euphoria, paused to attend to Anders's comment. His reaction was... peculiar, to say the least.

He didn't look grossed out or offended, like most people when confronted with such an act. Instead, he sat there, utterly unfazed, his eyes flickering between Amy and her latest doodle on her notes.

A bemused smile danced on Amy's lips. "Alrighty, then. I don't think anyone's ever taken that response very gracefully before."

Anders averted his gaze for a moment, the slightest hint of a blush darkening his cheeks. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Amy. I just didn't want you to feel embarrassed. Besides, I'm not like most people," Anders confessed, the cadence of his voice marked by a newfound eagerness.

Amy pursed her lips, puzzled for a moment, then decided against prying further.

"Well, it's getting late, anyways. We should head back home." Amy began gathering her books and papers, her heart pounding with exhilaration at the events that had unfolded.

Her earlier embarrassment had evaporated, replaced by an irresistible allure that shrouded Anders. Never had she met someone so unperturbed by what most deemed unseemly. She glanced at him again, admiring his lean figure hunched over the spotless desk.

"See you tomorrow, then?" inquired Anders, as he watched Amy gather her belongings.

"Sure thing," she said, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin.

The sound of shuffling papers filled the room, punctuated by occasional coughs and sneezes. Clammy palms smeared ink over scribbled notes as students, bare-faced and over-caffeinated, crossed their fingers that this exam would go better than the last one. Amy sat cross-legged, gnawing at her pen cap as she focused on the test questions in front.

She glanced over at Anders, who looked equally as determined to perform well.
Intense concentration squeezed his forehead as he scribbled away. They'd been sharing textbooks and taking the same classes for months, and he'd become a familiar, if shy and quiet, presence.

An hour later, exhaling with relief, Amy was finishing up the last questions. She noticed Anders worked meticulously until the clock ticked past the exam's end, admiring his dedication.

As they exited the lecture hall, he turned to express his shared sentiment.

"I hated that exam. Wanna grab lunch?"

Her heart fluttered. It was time to address the elephant in the room. She needed to speak her mind, unabashed about her unique desire. After all, their connection went beyond mere academics.

Cautiously, she asked, "Actually, can you follow me for a second?"

Curiosity gleamed in Anders' eyes at her unexpected tone, as he followed her into the ladies' bathroom. Once they were safely inside, she murmured, "So, remember last night, when I... um... farted?"

His eyes widened, and his cheeks turned red. "Oh, right. I told you I didn't mind."

Her heart raced, as she pressed further. "Yeah, you said that. Um... call me stupid, but..."

She took a deep breath. "Is that the only thing you felt about my fart?" Amy’s voice wavered with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. It felt strange to be the one to introduce this sensitive topic into the conversation, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she and Anders shared more than just their academic lives.

She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, considering his words. His hands wrestled in his pockets, presumably to conceal their slight tremor.

"Um, I might not have mentioned this before," he confessed, "but I'm turned on by women farting."

While they stood there, ensconced in the bathroom's seclusion, their posture relaxed, as if sharing a long-kept secret. A spark of exhilaration ignited within Amy; it wasn't as if she lacked a unique sexual appetite herself.

Hers had always been a more private fascination, entertained and explored in discreet moments. But Anders was offering her a chance to indulge in her sensuous tendencies.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes to his, brimming with newfound confidence. "So," she began, voice steady and breathy, "Do my farts turn you on?" Her words lingered in the air between them, wrought with intrigue and risqué tension. Anders nodded, a look of guilt and shame laced in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Amy, I didn't mean to weird you out - " But she cut him off with a softly-spoken laugh, her voice echoing amidst the bathroom's sterile tiles.

"Oh, no - it's not that, Anders. It's just, I have this thing - this secret fetish."

Two lost souls, yearning for affirmation, leaned towards each other, the weight of the world melting away.

"Go on," he murmured, a tremor of excitement ripe in his voice, as if Amy had stumbled upon a long-lost treasure map.

Amy gathered her courage, feeling cracks in her armor of inhibitions. "Well, Anders," she admitted, gazing at him with a tantalizing mix of vulnerability and excitement, "I get really horny when I fart."

He swallowed, his cheeks reddening in delight.

"You mean -"

"Yes," she interrupted, a grin spreading across her face. "It turns me on beyond belief."

Their confessions hung between them for a moment, the force of the secret powerful enough to enliven the blood in their veins.

As if they'd discovered a clandestine passage to a hidden realm, a shared world of gas-passing pleasure blossomed.

Amy held Anders's gaze, a look of desire painted across her face.

Anders whispered, "Can you show me?" His voice was hoarse, laced with embarrassment and curiosity.

Amy's mouth felt dry, and she couldn't contain her excitement. She nodded, summoning her courage as she led Anders into one of the stalls.

The hinges creaked in protest as Amy shut the door behind them. After locking it, she leaned against the cool, damp wall, the tiles sticking to her back. The room felt humid, thick with the promise of passion.

Amy's pulse quickened as she stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against Anders's. She had fantasized about this moment for weeks. The kiss was soft, a tender connection between two strangers. As Amy's lips brushed against his, a quiet fart escaped her, eliciting a moan from Anders.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, yet she was thrilled. She felt her skin flush and giggled, the warmth of it spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. Amy's top, saturated with the remnants of her sexual release, clung to her body. The faint outline of her hardening nipples could be seen through her wet bra, enticing Anders even more.

"Can I?" he asked, gently tugging on Amy's shirt.

She nodded as Anders removed her top to reveal her soft pink satin bra, which highlighted her luscious breasts. Amy moaned as Anders kneaded them carefully.

Then, she found the button to her jean shorts, removing them to display her satin panties, which curved around her peachy butt.

"Here," Amy cooed, as she spun herself around, so that her ass pressed against Anders's growing bulge. "I wanna try something." Amy's voice wavered with anticipation.

She slid her panties down, revealing her bare ass to Anders.

A sultry smile spread across her face, her lips wet and parted.

She could see Anders was taken in by her beauty. His gaze lingered on her curves, taking in everything from her full breasts, to the inviting curve of her hips.

She reached behind herself, brushing her fingers against Anders's cock.

His breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she began to grind her bare ass against him.

Amy bit her lip, the pressure in her stomach transitioning downward toward her anus. "Ooh ~ Anders," she purred, "Get ready."

Her nerves tingled with excitement as she clenched, releasing a long, loud fart, which vibrated against Anders's throbbing member. She could feel herself getting wetter - the secret thrill of farting in public made her shiver, and she began touching herself.

"Fuck, Amy," Anders panted. "You're so filthy."

She could feel his cock, a rock-hard length, pressed up against her bare ass. As she moved rhythmically against him, she rubbed herself faster, releasing torrents of gas onto Anders's throbbing member.

"Oh God, yes. I'm a filthy girl. Mm, you love my filthy farts, Anders?" Amy's seductive, raspy voice was brimming with confidence, pleasure, and a hint of naughtiness as she continued to grind her bare ass against him, her assault of farts neverending.

"Ooh ~ Anders. I'm gonna cum." Amy managed, the feeling of his hot shaft against her gassy ass sending waves of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Amy's head lolled back as she pressed her farting ass harder against Anders, a wave of pleasure surging through her. Her body shuddered, and another hot burst of wetness seeped through her legs.

Still overwhelmed by her orgasmic bliss, Amy blushed as she felt Anders pressing against her hot womanhood. "Please, Anders, be gentle." Amy murmured as she slowly parted her legs, her wet, swollen slit fully exposed. She could feel his cock, poised at her entrance; she was mesmerized by the warmth of his hands as they cupped her bare ass.

"God, you're fucking wet, Amy." Anders responded, his mouth finding hers again as he gently eased inside her. The tip of his cock pushed through her folds and she moaned, gasping as she adjusted to his size.

Amy's walls were spasming, twitching in response to Anders's every exhale, causing a few juicy farts to escape and fill the atmosphere with sweet scent.

The lovers writhed together, rocking back and forth, causing the musty smell of the bathroom to mix in an enticing symphony with the farts released.

Amy moaned incessantly, the feeling of fullness by Anders's thick cock inside of her complementing the feeling of emptiness as she released her gas.

Their bodies moved in rhythm, their slick, wet skin rubbing against each other. The room was thick with their combined moans and heavy gasps for breath.

Anders's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful as he clutched Amy's porcelain hips, which were now glistening with sweat. The air was thick with their musky scent, mixing with the potency of the recent release of Amy's farts.

Amy savored every moment, relishing the feeling of gas passing through her walls, around the penetrating object, the residual heat from their bodies and the gaseous exits lending the act a unique sensation.

"Anders!" she cried out, bracing herself against the wall. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!!"

As she cried out, Amy's body spasmed, and she unleashed a fart so powerful, the bathroom reverberated around them. The walls seemed to close in on them, the air heavy and dense. Anders groaned, unable to contain his pleasure, and he spilled his seed all over Amy's glorious globes of butt flesh, which released one final sigh of gaseous relief.

Panting and shivering, both lovers stared into each other's eyes, with grins from ear-to-ear as they shared a hearty laugh. The moment was pure and embarrassingly hilarious, and provided them all the catharsis they needed.

Amy's hazel eyes shimmered with gratitude. She was comforted by Anders's vulnerability. And she knew that this was one of those raw moments of authenticity she craved.