STORY ♡ PART 1 It was a dark evening, the outdoors was cold..

STORY ♡ PART 1

It was a dark evening, the outdoors was cold enough for your breath to appear as steam when exhaled. You sat indoors in the warmth of the bar, the atmosphere was fairly relaxed with reasonable speaking volumes around you. You were sitting with your friend, Jasmine, who you occasionally spend time with. Her hair was black and fell to the middle of her torso, and tonight she wore a sexy, dark eyeliner.

"Trust me, it's not like that," Jasmine said to you. You didn't catch much of the conversation due to partial distraction; mainly since you felt some wooziness from drinking tonight.

"Yeah, yeah," you responded, pretending that you understood what she had spoken.

She giggled at your confused response, asking you "Hey, mind if I use your phone real quick? Gotta look somethin' up."

"Oh, go on," you replied, lightly passing your phone to her.

After a few seconds passed, you realised with shock, that you didn't clear the search history. Your heart pounded out of your chest, worrying that she'd see the recent smutty searches you had made. Her neutral expression clearly shifted into a grin, signifying what she saw. She simply gave the phone back to you after finishing, not speaking a word of what you believe she witnessed on the screen

After awkwardly continuing with the evening for what felt like forever, the both of you travelled back to your house, where she'd then ask in a jokingly seductive tone, "Mind if I come on in?" as she leant against the doorframe.

You felt concerned because of the incident that occurred earlier in the evening, you however, could not refuse. "I mean, come on in," you replied with a fake smile, attempting to mimic her tone.

Following your response, she stepped inside and entered the living room. You nervously followed her in, stopping as she abruptly turned back to you.

"So, no bullshit, tell me about your search history," she requested from you.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I know what you mean, it was a joke-" you said before Jasmine interrupted with "You know I said no bullshit," as she lightly placed her hand on your shoulder.

"It doesn't bother you?" you asked her.

She reacted with a sigh, shaking her head before she continued to say, "There's something you should know about me." She gestured her head to the chairs to suggest that you two should sit down for this talk.

The both of you sat down and she proceeded to explain her story, "Back in college I had this boyfriend, you know him of course, but you don't know about the other things... He had this fart fetish, which, at the time, seemed pretty weird to me, but I thought I'd try and do this- thing- this thing for him. Probably what you saw in those videos. Trust me, I'm no better than you are."

You felt very surprised, yet relieved by her story. "Oh wow, that's pretty surprising, Jasmine," you remarked.

She chuckled, "Yeah, I really never thought I'd tell someone else, kinda thought I'd leave that stuff behind. So! Tell me about your experience!" She demanded excitedly.

"My.. experience?" You asked awkwardly.

Jasmine frowned at your reply in realisation that you've not had an experience regarding the topic. "Well... Someone's gotta show you what it's like then, huh?" She seductively remarked, removing herself from the chair to step towards you.

"Oh uh, but wouldn't that be weird? We're just friends and shit..." You said quietly in nervousness while she grew closer to you.

"Come onnn, live for once," she told you with a smile, putting her hand out to you. Your hand grasped hers now as you slowly got out of the chair, she led you upstairs to your bedroom - you grew more anxious about this, never having experienced this fetish.