Fetishist Girls' Night Out
It was a stormy night in the city, the wind howling outside as if it were alive. Inside an apartment building on the 14th floor, Megan Big Butt was walking down the hallway with her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She had just finished her shift at the office and was eager to get home to her roommate, Nicolly Romanof.
Megan unlocked the door and stepped into the living room where she found Nicolly sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her. Megan raised an eyebrow curiously as she took off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door.
"What are you watching, Nicolly?" she asked, walking over to her friend. She noticed that Nicolly had headphones on, blocking out any sound that might be coming from the computer. Megan couldn't help but feel intrigued.
Slowly, Nicolly removed the headphones and looked up at Megan with wide eyes. "I-I thought you were going to be late," she stuttered, quickly hitting the pause button on the video player.
Megan raised an eyebrow, amused by her friend's antics. "And what were you watching?" she asked, taking a seat beside Nicolly on the couch.
"Nothing," Nicolly replied, her face flushing red. She tried to change the subject, but Megan wasn't going to let it go that easily.
"Nothing?" Megan repeated, her voice filled with skepticism. "I can see the interest in your eyes. Tell me, sweetie."
Nicolly looked away, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her shirt. "It's nothing," she mumbled under her breath.
Megan grinned, deciding to have a little fun with her friend. She reached over and pressed play on the video player. The screen came to life once again, showing a close-up of a woman's bare ass cheeks as she farted loudly into a tissue.
"Oh my," Megan exclaimed dramatically, feigning shock. "What have we here?"
Nicolly turned bright redder, her eyes darting between the screen and Megan. "I-I told you it's nothing!" she stammered.
"Oh, but it looks like something," Megan teased, reaching over to turn up the volume on the computer. The sound of the woman's fart echoed through the room, filling the air with its pungent aroma.
"But... but I like it!" Nicolly blurted out, looking up at Megan with pleading eyes.
Megan laughed, leaning back on the couch. "Well, who am I to judge?" she said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the table. "Let's watch together."
As the video continued to play, Megan and Nicolly found themselves engrossed in the scene before them. They watched as the woman on the screen continued to fart, her face contorting with each release. Megan couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement building within her.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both women froze, their eyes wide with panic. Who could be knocking at this hour?
Megan got up from the couch and walked over to the door, her heart racing. She opened it to reveal a third woman, Britney Hunter, standing there, looking surprised to see them.
"Britney!" Megan exclaimed, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Britney stepped inside, looking around curiously. "I just got off work and was on my way home when I saw your door open," she explained, tugging at her skirt nervously. "I didn't think anyone would be here."
Megan and Nicolly exchanged glances, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment. They hadn't realized that they had left the door open.
"Um, this might sound weird," Megan began tentatively, "but we were just watching a... a video."
Britney's eyes widened in surprise. "A fart video?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
Megan nodded, unable to hold back her laughter. "Yes, Britney, a fart video," she replied, amused by her friend's reaction.
Britney hesitated for a moment before removing her coat and coming inside. She looked at the screen, taking in the sight of the woman on it farting. "I-I don't know what to say," she stammered, looking back at Megan and Nicolly.
"Join us!" Megan exclaimed, patting the spot next to her on the couch.
Britney hesitated for a moment longer before sitting down beside Nicolly. Megan hit play on the video player, and they all watched in silence as the woman on the screen continued to fart.
As the night wore on, the three women found themselves engrossed in a world of farts and fetishes. They watched video after video, laughing and gasping in surprise at each new scene. It was a moment of bonding between friends, sharing a secret pleasure that none of them had ever admitted to before.
And who knows? Maybe they would continue to indulge in their newfound hobby together, finding solace in the comfort of each other's company as they watched fart videos into the early hours of the morning.
