Hey everyone! This story is inspired by some Oddten's art. It's got farts and lesbians. Hope you enjoy!
CW:
Farts, Burps
*****
I collapsed on the couch with a groan. "Fuck..."
"Same old same old?"
I nodded. "Yeah, that fucker at work keeps hitting on me."
"I told you to go to HR."
"And I told you they won't care. He's the son of the CFO, he's not gonna get fired or anything. Worst thing is he gets a rap on the wrist."
Ash sighed. "Yeah, you're right. You just need to find somewhere else to work."
"You don't think I've tried that?"
"Geez, sorry." She sat beside me, the cushion sinking beneath her ass. "I know it's been a rough couple months."
She collapsed on top of me, her weight covering me like a warm blanket. I could smell her sweat, her muscles pushing me deeper into the couch.
She kissed my ear and sat up. "Now, it's dinnertime."
I pushed myself to a sitting position as she brought out a tray table and flicked on the TV. "We're exploring my homeland tonight."
"What, Benin?"
"No, not my dad, my mom's side."
"But we live in Toronto."
"And, it's nice to have a taste of home, no?" She plopped a heaping pile of fries, cheese, and gravy on my plate, with a side of smoked meats and some pulled pork for effect.
I took a second to admire the scents as I let the day's struggles wash away. "Fuck, Ash, I don't know what I would do without your cooking."
"Starve, probably. I mean, really, you used to eat shredded cheese on a tortilla and call it the Wednesday Night Delight."
"Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it."
"No thanks."
I gave my mind a break as I devoured her food, the television's pining drawing all of my attention, though when I felt her head lean against my shoulder it brought me back to the present.
Occasionally she'd caw and nab a fry or stray piece of meat, but otherwise we sat in silence, watching a brainless rerun of The Office.
Finally, I finished my meal and went to clean the dishes. As the credits rolled, Ash wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close so that her breasts rested on my shoulders.
She leaned down to kiss my forehead, and I felt her crotch rubbing against my ass. I let the dishes soak and turned around, venturing onto my tippy-toes for a kiss.
I admired her taste every time I felt her tongue, even though we'd kissed like this a thousand times before. She grabbed my ass and hoisted me onto the counter so I was a little less short.
As she devoured my face, she burped right into my mouth. I felt my panties flood as the taste of her old food lingered on my tongue, but she pulled away. "Sorry, excuse me."
"It's okay."
"Maybe we should just cuddle tonight. I'm really gassy."
"I don't mind."
"You will. There's a reason I'm careful not to let you smell my farts. They're real bad."
I grabbed her hand and pushed it against my pussy.
"What-"
"Babe. There's something I've been meaning to tell you. And I guess now is as good a time as any."
She pulled away. "What is it? Are you okay?"
"What? Of course. I just... I like..." I took a breath. Even in the arms of the woman I loved so much, it was a hard secret to admit. "Farts."
She laughed. "What?"
"I like farts. They smell amazing, and they turn me on so much."
"You're kidding. Liz, you're messing with me, right?"
"Fuck, I knew I should've kept it to myself," I said, pushing away from her. "I thought you wouldn't judge me." I sniffled away my tears. "It's okay, we can just cuddle."
"Hey, come here." She pulled me into her arms. "If you're serious, I'm super down to try... something. I don't even know how that would work. Do I just... like this?"
She leaned down, focusing for a second, and burped into my face.