Fart story one-shots 2!

A Carnal Year with Sophia

PART 1: Summer

As elevator rides go, this had to be the most memorable one Justin had experienced yet.

He was standing near the side of the elevator as it slowly moved upwards, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. A backpack was strapped to his back, a large duffle bag rested on his hip, and a suitcase sat in front of him. His fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the suitcase as he tried his very best not to stare at the girl standing next to him. She stood near the other side of the elevator, and was wearing sneakers, a pair of gray athletic shorts, and a light blue crop top. She also had a duffel bag resting on her hip, although it was a much smaller one.

Justin sneaked a sideways glance at her. She was definitely hot, to say the least. Her thick wavy dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which hung down to her shoulders, and contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, skin that looked unbelievably soft, and showed just the faintest hint of freckles across her nose. Her eyes were dark and stunning, and her serious yet gentle gaze had frozen him in place when she'd glanced at him while walking into the elevator a few moments earlier. Her pink lips had a very alluring shape, and her nose was small and adorable. He was sure he'd never, in his life, seen a girl this hot before.

He sneaked another sideways glance at her. She was short, with a lithe body. He could just make out the faint outline of her abs, exposed by her crop top. She was smaller than him in almost every way but she looked as if she could be stronger than him. Justin frowned, wondering whether he liked this. He decided he did.

She hadn't pressed any of the buttons next to the door, which meant that she was staying on the same floor he was. He thought about saying something to her, striking up a conversation by the end of which he could innocently ask for her number. After all, they were apparently neighbors.

The elevator slowed down to a stop, and the doors opened with a ding. Without looking at him, the girl immediately stepped out. As he followed he happened to glance down at her ass. Immediately, his eyes widened and he looked away, blinking rapidly.

Nothing could have prepared him for the butt in front of him. Justin had always had a thing for butts, and whoever this girl was had a butt that was so incredibly round and firm that it was almost too good to be true. Her body hadn't appeared that curvy at first glance, with a chest that was more "tomboy" than "bimbo," but her butt bulged out against her shorts in defiance, moving with a tantalizing wiggle as she walked, and although her shorts did their best to wrap around it, they only succeeded in being swallowed by it.

Justin shook his head slightly, realizing he was staring, and reminded himself that he had other things to think about. He was about to move into a brand new apartment in a completely different country. Although the UK wasn't that different from the US, it was different enough, and part of him couldn't help but wonder if they numbered their addresses differently. They drove on the other side of the street, after all.

But as he looked around, he saw that he needn't have worried. Okay, he thought to himself, where's number 75...

His eyes traveled over number 71 as he walked down the hallway, then 73, and then, finally, 75. Then his eyes shifted down a little more and saw that the girl from the elevator had stopped in front of the door to apartment number 75 and was fishing her keys out of one of the front pockets of her duffel bag.

"Oh," he muttered out loud, staring. "Uh..."

The girl turned her head and her rich dark brown eyes met his. For a second, she just looked at him, her face blank. Then her eyes grew wide with realization, and her lips parted.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. She turned away and started rummaging through another front pocket for her phone. "What time is it?"

Her ponytail swayed behind her head as she looked at him again.