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Adam's Problem (Part 11. 12. 13. 14. 15.)

Adam's Problem (Part 11.)

Well, we've reached the end of my reserves. This is pretty much how much I've written so far, but I'm planning on finishing the ending later. I already have a plan for how it's going to end, but if anyone wants to put in suggestions, I'm open to hearing those. Also, I'm open to constructive criticism on the story so far. Thanks for reading.

Oh well, he thought, I still have the rest of winter break. He left Amy sleeping on the sofa and headed for bed.

By the time Adam woke up the next morning, his underwear and pants were soaked. He had dreamt of Zoey all night. In one of the most striking dreams, he found himself at school in class, except all of his classmates were Zoey, and they were all farting endlessly. Towards the end of the class period, one of the Zoeys got out of her seat, walked up to him, and took off her pants. She stood there, farting non-stop, as Adam gazed at her pussy, familiar in every way except for the bush, which was, for some reason, red.

Adam laid on his back, his covers still on, and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He had an entire week. An entire week of unlimited possibilities with Zoey, who just a day ago he thought was completely off limits in every way. He slid his hand into his pants, wondering how he and Zoey could hide from Amy and his parents. He thought about going into the shower with Zoey. She would stand there looking at him with her brown eyes as the water trickled down her graceful curves, and he could touch her instead of her touching herself.

Suddenly, he heard a sound in the hallway outside of his bedroom. He quickly pulled his hand out from his pants and propped himself on his elbows, looking at the door, hoping his mom wouldn't walk in. He heard some muttering, then the unmistakable sound of a massive fart in the hallway.

BLLLLRRRRTTT

"Aaaaaahhhh, fuck," said Zoey's voice. "Those fiber bars are really working a number on me."

"Wow, Zoey, that was a good one," giggled Amy's voice. "Smelly, too. It's a shame those bars taste so good. Oh shit... here comes another one..."

BBBRRRRRUUUMMMPPP

"You just had to point your ass at me, didn't you Amy?" chuckled Zoey's voice. Amy's voice giggled again in response. They were now extremely close to Adams' door. "So anyway, this is Adam's room?"

"Yep," replied Amy's voice, and there was another massive fart. "Jeez, Zoey. You might want to tone that down, your shorts are going to get ripped off!"

Adam's door flew open, and Amy marched in, closely followed by Zoey. Amy wore a tight white cut off, and Zoey was wearing a dark grey t-shirt. Both of them had on the tightest pair of light blue short shorts Adam had ever seen. His eyes bulged as they both moved towards the end of his bed.

"Morning Adam," chirped Amy cheerfully. "Me and Zoey were just talking about how she hadn't seen your bedroom yet. I thought I might show her."

Zoey looked around the room, turning slowly as she took everything in. Her short shorts squeezed her round thick ass for dear life, looking like they were almost stretched to the breaking point. Her buttcheeks moved up and down as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Adam felt his penis start to stiffen.

"It's pretty nice in here. Did you paint those?" Zoey asked, pointing to some pictures on the wall.

"Yeah," said Adam, managing to find his voice after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Adam's a really good painter," said Amy, turning to Zoey.

Zoey looked at the paintings on the wall with a thoughtful expression. Her hand moved up to her face and her finger started moving along her bottom lip as she examined each of the paintings. Adam realized that if Amy wasn't standing right there, he could jerk off to this sight alone. Zoey turned and her pretty brown eyes met his, and she smiled. Adam felt his dick stiffen a little more.