Only two weeks into the second semester, Mari had already nearly bombed her first class. Homework that never made sense, assigned seats(in fucking college), and the hot guy she got sat next to. Paying attention was hard enough but now she had a place to steal glances. And she remembered the few times they chatted when lecture ended. She was pretty sure his name was Silas, Seylas, Sonnis. He had told her before but she was lost already.

It seemed her chance had come not a moment too soon however, as the teacher had finally announced the date of the first test. Two days. Only two days. Shit.

"Shit." Mari said much louder than anticipated right after the bell rang.

Seamus looked at as he finished cleaning his desk. "Something wrong?"

"Were you paying attention? The test is in two days. Two days..." Mari put her head in her hands and then leaned back, tugging on her hair.

Seamus laughed, "Yeah, you look prepared."

Mari smiled at his sarcastic remark. "I'm fucking boned for this test. I don't even know what to study, I'm pretty sure all the homework I got is wrong anyways."

Seamus got up from his desk and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Well, I'm going to the library at 7 if you want to come. I was gonna study tonight."

Mari's stomach turned over. She took her hands out of her hair and stood up. "Absolutely, yeah. Please actually." She laughed nervously. "You might actually teach me some stuff." Her stomach whined, crying out in stress.

They both left the classroom and went to their last lecture of the day. Mari tossed and turned, this was the closest thing to a date she's been on in the past few months. It wouldn't be such a problem if her natural response to stress was uncontrollable tooting.

While she wasn't entirely against farting (she found it usually quite funny), letting rip in front of the one hot dude in class was not a good look. She waited in fear and excitement for the final bell and ran to the library.

Mari approached the front doors and opened it for some of the people behind her. But as she held the handle, reality hit her. Seamus came walking up from the opposite direction and was smiling. Right at her. Her stomach wailed. She clenched the door handle and squeezed her ass cheeks shut as tight as they would go, but it was no use.

pfff.........ffffffft

An airy high pitched fart escaped into her baggy jeans. The noise was thankfully masked by all the students walking in, but the smell followed their paths. And Seamus walked right into it.

"Why thank you." He smiled at her and walked right in. Mari followed slowly and caught a whiff of her little bomb. It was bad, even by her own standards. Mari's farts usually didn't have a smell, but stress farts were sent directly from hell.

"Well. Ahem, what floor are we going to?" She nervously says.

"I was thinking floor 3. The quiet floor, or, the quieter floor. Depending on who you ask." Seamus walked onto the elevator with four other students. "You still coming?"

Mari rubbed her stomach and slowly stepped onto the elevator. She pressed into the already crowded room, her ass right against his leg. They both blushed and Seamus felt something warm his leg. Something hot. Mari had released a small silent fart right onto him. The elevator quickly filled with heinous smell and Mari's forehead grew wet with sweat. The doors finally opened and the pair walked out, clutching their noses in their hands.

"Whoa, what the fuck was that." Seamus whispered, "Someone shat themselves and brought us all along."

Mari feigned innocence but thanked god he didn't suspect her. "Yeah, fuck. That was awful." She was not nearly as good an actor as she was a dancer.

They chose a table in the corner of the floor so they could talk without getting shushed by some angry freshmen.

"Well, I guess we should start at the beginning then." Seamus opens his laptop and takes off his sweatshirt. Mari can't help but stare at his arms, her stomach turning over again in response to the butterflies.

She crosses her legs and pulls out her computer.

"Wherever you think, remember you're the smart one here." Mari blushes and laughs at her own quip, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She can't even remember what she ate today, why was her gas this bad?

Seamus just smiled at her and blushed in response to her compliment. He looked down at his laptop and began pulling up material from the class, when he heard a soft rumbling sound. His eyes panned up to see Mari's face flushed pink and her eyes wide open staring at her computer screen. Seamus suspected that she had been the one farting since they were on the elevator, but seeing her do it now in front of him made him feel a bit off. He thought he should've been disgusted but it was kinda cute the way she got so embarrassed by it. So now he wanted to have a little fun.

"Hmm, sounds like the pipes are creaking here. When are they ever going to fix this place?" Seamus smiles as he asks her.

Mari is snapped out of her nightmare when she realizes that Seamus didn't suspect her.

"Oh haha, yeah this damn building. It's so...old." She struggles to find any words as she knew that fart was not done. Leaning to one side, her ass finally has a chance to breath.

Rmmmmmpt A deep, barely audible rumble heats up the chair cushion.

"Oh whoops, haha, they there go again." Mari relaxes as she feel confident she played that one off. But Seamus just smiles at her.

"Yeah, they should call up a plumber. Cause I think they're starting to smell a bit too." He waved his hand in front of his nose somewhat sarcastically.

Mari panicked and squirmed in her seat. "Oh is that what that smell is? Wow yeah, it smells like...like uh...smells like the girls bathroom after late night dinner."

With all the moving and anxiety Mari could hardly take the pressure anymore. Her stomach dropped and went quiet. She looked directly at Seamus in horror of what was to come. She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs open, releasing the most unholy of farts right in his direction.

While it started out as a rumble, it grew into a wet popping of airy flatulence. Reaching near whoopee cushion levels of sounds. She didn't take her eyes off of the man in front of her and instead grimaced in relief as she felt her whole body relax. Her legs lifted naturally off the chair as the fart continued, ending with one final 'pop.'

Mari lowered her lags slowly and slumped back in her chair in defeat, nearly on the verge of tears.

"Well, it seems the wind cries Mari. I was wondering who's ass it was making all that noise." Seamus laughed a bit and closed his laptop, but he saw the tears welling in her eyes. "Oh don't feel bad, we all do it. Some of us just better than others." He winked at her, trying to cheer up the crying dancer.

Mari covered her face with her hands to hide her blush (and smile). "I can't believe you're still sitting there after I did all that in front of you. It's so embarrassing." She squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Seamus couldn't help but feel even more attracted to the gassy squirming girl. "Well maybe it is. But you broke that barrier, so it should less awkward next time we study."

Mari peeked through her fingers. "Next time?" She sat up, her hair disheveled.

The boy just smiled back at her and opened his laptop. "Well there's gonna have to be a next time if you don't study for this test."

Mari grinned through her red face. "Well, I guess I'll be needing a permanent tutor then." She scooted her chair closer to Seamus and the two 'studied' together until the library closed.

Hi all, this is my second work of fiction and I'm still trying to work on my style lol. Let me know what you think of the story and be honest. I appreciate criticism as well as praise. I also like getting ideas from people so dm me if you want a story done int any way.