Fart story one-shots 2!

Lisa's Mistake

Lisa stared at the screen of her phone in horror.

What had she done?

She got up from her stomach, on her hands and knees, and her blanket slowly started to slide off of her back. Her phone lay on one of the pillows on the couch, the screen showing her her doom. It had whatsapp open, displaying her texts to her girlfriend, Olivia. Lisa's wide unbelieving eyes stared at the latest text she had just sent, a text she had sent by accident, a text which could be her undoing.

Lisa loved Olivia. Olivia was smart, funny, and decisive, and these were qualities that brought a lot of happiness to Lisa's life. She loved watching Olivia solve problems, she loved it when Olivia teased and poked fun at her, and since Lisa was normally indecisive, it was often nice to have someone else making decisions around her.

Not only that, but Olivia was hot. Really hot.

Now, Lisa wasn't bad looking herself. She was kind of small, which gave her an aura of cuteness, and she had thick strawberry blonde hair. She got a lot of compliments on her face. People told her she had a pretty looking face, a kind of nerdy bookish prettiness, with some heart-capturing blue eyes and an adorable nose. Her chest might not attract the most attention, but she very proud of her plump round butt. She liked to flaunt her butt sometimes. It looked great in skirts, and she secretly enjoyed the looks she got whenever she wore leggings to the gym.

But Lisa's butt, as firm and tight as it may be, was nothing compared to Olivia's. At least, Lisa didn't think so. Olivia's left buttcheek was the eighth natural wonder of the world, and her right buttcheek was the ninth. It wasn't that it was big. Well, it was big, but Olivia's ass was more than just it's massive circumference. It was perfection itself, perfectly shaped, perfectly proportioned. And whenever Olivia walked, it moved with these perfect little jiggles and wobbles. And when she bent over, it made a perfect heart shape, screaming "look at me," and "taste me," like a steaming apple crumble pie being put out on a window sill. No matter how many times Olivia let Lisa lick her ass, no matter how many times Olivia let Lisa use her ass as a pillow as she slept, it was never enough.

It wasn't just that Olivia had a big, beautiful, bodacious, sexy, jaw dropping butt. The rest of Olivia was equally amazing.

Olivia's incredible legs just made her ass that much more mouthwatering. Her legs were long and thick, with killer thighs. And her curvy hips gave her ass an even greater dimension of sexiness. Her breasts weren't as impressive as her rear, but they were still beautiful, and Lisa's second favorite thing to squeeze.

There was one thing Lisa was infatuated with more than Olivia's butt, and that was Olivia's face. Olivia had the kind of dark brown eyes that made Lisa melt into her underwear. Lisa's smiles were charming enough, but not only were Olivia's smiles outrageously beautiful, they were sexy. Extremely sexy. They radiated sex, and it often took just one look with those eyes and just one small smile, and Lisa was ready to have her face ridden like a bull at a rodeo.

Olivia was Lisa's favorite part of her life. She adored that black haired woman, with her funny jokes, enticing eyes, and her big booty.

And now Lisa had accidentally sent Olivia a whatsapp with a link to Lisa's fart porn viewing account.

Lisa knelt on the sofa, wrapping her soft blanket around her body, staring at her phone in horror. Her blue eyes were bulging, and small shallow breaths came from her small mouth, her lips parted. Her fingers tightened around the blanket, squeezing it in a deathgrip.

She froze as she saw the little check marks under her message turn blue. Olivia had seen it.

Lisa slumped with her side against the back of the sofa, closing her eyes.