It was late Sunday night, as I sat alone in the college library. It was not only quiet, but almost entirely empty of people. I could occasionally hear the librarian at the desk on the other side of the building, but other than that, it was just me. Or so I thought.
As I read my textbook, I suddenly heard someone fart. BWrrt! It was short but powerful. I looked behind me and saw a guy from one of my classes sitting about five tables away from me. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. With short red hair and blue eyes, I would always try to catch a glance of him during every class, especially when I noticed he was slowly growing a beard. He was shy and quiet, usually sitting in the corner of the classroom.
With his fart, he was blushing, embarrassed. I turned back to my textbook, but I couldn’t focus anymore. I got hard, imagining what his fart smelled like. I replayed the sound over and over again in my mind.
PWWRRRRrrrrrt!
He farted again. The sound echoed throughout the building. I glanced back and saw his face entirely red from embarrassment. I chuckled and he looked up at me.
“Nice one,” I said before I could help myself.