You were walking down the corridor of your school when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You swung around and saw Freddie.
“Hey,” he said, smiling. You smiled back instantly. “I was wondering if you could help me with iCarly tonight,” he said. You smiled and nodded. You had watched the show before.
“It’s gonna be a late show so this is the time,” he said, writing on a scrap piece of paper along with his mobile number.
You arrived at Carly’s apartment just as Carly and Sam were leaving. ‘That’s weird’ you thought, walking into her apartment and up to where iCarly was performed. Freddie was there, putting away some cables for his computer.
“Hey, I thought that the show was starting late,” you said. He turned around, just as a loud growl came from his stomach. He smirked a little and before you could say anything, tackled you to the ground. He turned around and placed his butt on your face.
“Mmmpphhh,” you said, trying to talk. He chuckled and ripped a loud fart on you. The stench quickly reached your nose and you were disgusted. It smelt like something had died inside his ass. He chuckled as you flailed around, trying to get away.
“No chance,” he said as he ripped a silent but deadly one on your face.
He continued to fart on your face. After about 3 or 4 more you began to realise that in a weird way, you kind of liked his farts.
In the space of 5 minutes, he had farted on you a total of 23 times.
You heard a door slam somewhere, followed by footsteps. You froze as Spencer entered the room.
“What’s going on?” He asked. Freddie smirked and told him everything.
“That’s cool,” Spencer said after the story was done, before looking at you. “Can I do it now?”
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