A fat nerd [farts]

The room was pretty much what she’d expected: miniscule, with two twin beds separated by a bit of carpeted walkway, two small writing desks facing opposite walls, and a closet barely acceptable for even one person tucked into a corner.

What caught her attention more, however, was who else was in the room with her. He was tall—easily six-foot-something—and was overweight to a point just shy of obesity. He wore a stretched and faded t-shirt with some anime character posing on the front. He had a large head of curly dark hair and a few days of scraggly stubble on his chin. He wasn’t entirely unattractive; just a bit slovenly. He fit an archetype, but was not quite a caricature.

He was also a ‘he’.

That was surprising.

Izzy stood stunned for a second or two. Sure, she’d known that Chown Hall was fully co-ed, and sure she’d marked a tasteful ‘No Preference’ for roommate gender on her application, but she was certain every single other girl had done the same. She hadn’t expected…

“Who are you?” he grunted.

“I’m… Izzy…” she said. “I think… we’re…”

“We’re…?” he started, seeming confused, before suddenly recognition bloomed on his face. “Oh. You serious?”

“I… think so, yeah.” Izzy said, feeling awkward.

He gave a mildly annoyed grunt. “Must have been an odd number of guys on this floor. I guess now I’m going to have to put up with some annoying slut trying to get in my pants all semester.” He seemed completely unashamed about so blatantly insulting Izzy.

She flushed, and hurriedly said, “No! No, I promise. I’m not annoying, and I’m very respectful! You won’t hear a peep out of me about it; totally platonic, that’s what we can be! I’m… Izzy, by the way.”

He looked at her skeptically before finally replying, “Gordon.”

He ignored Izzy for the next few minutes; his belongings were already here, and she had caught him in the middle of unpacking. She finally stepped in fully, and let the door drift mostly closed behind her. She fidgeted, feeling awkward, and considered leaving the room to find her mom. Unfortunately, the RA had said to wait in—

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Izzy’s brain tripped over itself, and her eyes snapped toward Gordon. He showed no reaction, still facing away from her as he stuffed a pillow into a pillowcase. That sound seemed unmistakable, though. Did he really just—

The smell hit. Eggy and rotten and startlingly intense, it washed across her senses. Her body reacted before her brain did, and she suddenly found her knees pressing together as a crashing wave of pleasure slammed into her. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed around nothingness, and her little nose instinctively drank in as much of the nasty fart fumes as possible. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from making noise. She couldn't let him realize she was cumming so soon after promising that she wasn't lecherous. She couldn't! She—