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First Night (Part 1-5)

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/dsj530/first_night_part_1/

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/dtpx51/first_night_part_2/

(part 3) https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/dv884q/lindsay_adjusts/

(part 4) https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/dxds70/lindsay_comes_around/

Part 5: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/e0m304/lindsays_party_preparations/

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This is the first installment of a story I have been working on for a while now. This first two-part story leads into an ultimately larger one, and I have plans to expand further. All characters are OC. I have wrestled with including onamatopoeia, but ultimately I find my writing style works without it. If you disagree, let me know. This is also my first story post here, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

Lindsay Arsenal stood close to the bathroom mirror, fixing her lipstick. Her stomach growled defiantly. This was not good. Luckily, she was alone in the small restroom. Now was her chance to relieve some pressure spurred on by the appetizer she had earlier. She pushed out a quiet, hissing fart. It wasn't everything, but she didn't want to make too much noise.

Satisfied with her makeup and feeling slightly less bloated, Lindsay left the bathroom. She walked into the dining room of Giovanni's Bistro, an upscale italian restaurant. Low instrumental music hummed along with the busy noises of the kitchen. She returned to her booth, her food already on the table. Sitting across the table was Zayn, who put his phone away when he saw her coming back.

"Don't worry, I waited," he said, flashing a smile.

"Thanks. Looks really good," Lindsay replied. The food did look delicious, but she wasn't sure what she'd be able to eat with her stomach acting up the way it was.

Zayn lifted his glass of wine in a toast. Lindsay followed suit.

"To making connections," he said, before taking a long drink. Lindsay smiled and drank as well. She thought Zayn was very cute, and he clearly had good taste. Giovanni's was supposedly one of the hidden gems in town, but still had a reputation for quality.

They both started on their food. Lindsay ate her linguine tentatively, worried about agitating her stomach further. Her efforts were futile. About a third of the way into her dish, she felt a building pressure in her gut. She frowned as her stomach bubbled.

"Are you alright?" Zayn asked, as he finished his wine. He must have noticed the discomfort on her face.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine. I just... ate a big piece of garlic." Lindsay lied. She hoped she didn't sound like she was bullshitting too much. She smiled awkwardly.

"Okay. Excuse me for a minute."

"Of course," Lindsay replied. Zayn stood up from the booth and headed towards the bathroom. Thank god. As soon as he was a short distance away and looking in the other direction, Lindsay shifted to one side. Another hissing fart escaped out from under her short dress. The was quite possibly the most stressful situation she had ever been in. The smell of her gas hit her nostrils and she frantically waved it away. Nobody around her seemed to notice.

Lindsay had no idea what was happening to her. For the past two months, she had been suffering terrible gas problems, coinciding with the start of her Summer internship. She was a 21 year old Marketing Major. Originally from Virginia, she was tall, tan, and easy on the eyes. Well aware of her good looks, Lindsay took pride in her flat stomach, tight abs, curvy hips, big butt and C-cup boobs. She stuck to her fitness regimen faithfully and watched what she ate for the most part. She knew she was healthy. So why did she suddenly have such a gas problem? Research told her that she might have developed something related to IBS. Of all times for it to happen, of course Lindsay had to deal with it during her entry into the professional world.