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A Risky Fantasy (Part 2. 3. 4. 5. 6) (Request from /u/throwaway_982532)

Edit: https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/8pz91n/a_risky_fantasy_part_2_request_from_uthrowaway/

"Um, no, I think I'm good," said Tristan slowly, watching Reagan. She beamed, excitedly clasping her hands in front of her.

"Aight," grunted Casper, and he started drinking his water, leaning against the sink, but the other guy looked from Tristan to Reagan with an expression of realization dawning on his face. He turned back to Tristan and grinned at him, giving him a fist bump from across the room.

Reagan silently walked forward and made her way to the other sofa in the large room, which was at a right angle to the sofa Tristan was sitting on. She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest, and then glanced up at him. She smiled and he blinked, realizing he was staring. He glanced down at the floor.

A few moments passed, with Carter and the other guy joking around behind Tristan in the kitchen area. He finally glanced back up at Reagan, and saw that she had pulled out her phone. Now that she wasn't watching him, he was free to stare as he pleased, and he did exactly that, taking it all in.

She no longer had her hair in a bun, instead, her beautiful thick brown hair flowed down just past her shoulders. Tristan watched her breathe for a few moments as she messaged someone on her phone, wondering how someone so perfect could exist. Even her eyebrows were perfect. He focused his attention on her eyebrows, observing that they weren't too thin or too thick, and they had a nice dark color which he found appealing.

"Tristan, Reagan, you sure you don't want to come?" said Carter as he and the other guy made their way to the door. "We are officially heading out, my dudes."

"Leave them alone, they're busy," said the other guy, giving Tristan a look and nod.

Carter and the other guy walked out of the room and closed the door behind them, and Tristan heard Carter cry "Gondor calls for aaaiiiiiiidd" as they made their way down the hallway outside. He refocused his attention on Reagan.

She had glanced up as Carter and the other dude left, and then glanced at Tristan. His heart jumped as their eyes met, but then she looked down at her phone again, saying nothing. He wondered if she was trying to mess with him, but then decided to keep admiring her for a few more moments. He admired her legs this time, thinking about how great they looked, and how great her ass looked in those shorts with her knees pulled up to her chest. The skin on her thighs looked so soft, her buttcheeks so firm and cushiony. As the seconds ticked on, however, Tristan decided someone had to say something.

"So, um..." he started, moving his foot around. Reagan looked up at him. He couldn't think of anything to say.

"So, um..." mocked Reagan, giving him a lopsided smile again. He sighed and looked at the floor, shifting his legs to hide his moderate erection. He pondered how he could ask her to put her ass in his face again and fart on him again. He wanted to experience that just one more time.

He glanced up at her and saw that she was looking past him, her gaze passing his head a little to the right. Her round eyes were unfocused and her lips were parted. She just sat there like that, holding her breath, and before Tristan could ask her what she was doing...

PRAALrrrrrLLORRPTFF

...a fart gurgled from her shorts. She exhaled, closing her eyes, and then took another deep breath. A smile appeared on her lips and her eyes opened, jumping to Tristan. She put her hands on her knees, covering the lower half of her face with them, but he could see the laughter in her narrowed eyes, and he knew she was silently laughing at him behind her hands and her phone. The look in her eyes made his heart flutter, and his cock, which would have already been hard from the beautiful fart he had just witnessed, strained and throbbed against his pants.