Story: Love Normal

<b>Keitaro</b>
So there I was sitting in class, dumbfounded by the funny looks all the girls were giving me. By now I was pretty much convinced that the whole wide world had gone completely mad and I was the only sane one left, but I tried desperately to focus on what I was there to do: Study.

Then I noticed that glasses-wearing girl from the train had managed to sit down right next to me. Underneath the desk, she'd taken off her shoe and was rubbing her foot along my ankle. She was also leaning towards me; in point of fact all the girls seemed to have body language subtly shifting in my direction. Like they were consciously or unconsciously trying to get nearer.

I tried to ignore them, while wondering how on Earth all this was happening. Was it a curse? Was it a blessing? Why didn't anyone else seem to notice anything strange about the way everyone was acting? No clues were forthcoming, and I didn't really have all that much of a deductive tendency anyway. Fully aware of that particular weakness, I pretty much consigned myself to people around me behaving irrationally. I mean, think about it. How could I ask anyone else for help when I was the only sane one left in the world to start with?

So I turned my thoughts towards other matters. My new position as a dorm manager. The responsibilities I had to take care of while juggling my all-important studying. The girls I would be staying with. It made me scratch my ear a little nervously, at which point I remembered that I was wearing those perfectly normal earrings. Well, I decided that probably wouldn't give off all that great an impression on the teacher, so I took it off.

Yes. It really did take me an absolute age to make the connection. I just sort of put the earrings down on the table and completely forgot about them, choosing to focus on frantically scribbling notes. I didn't even notice that my frantic actions pushed them off the table and into the bag belonging to the girl - Naru, as I discovered later on - sitting next to me.

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<b>Naru</b>
So class ended, and I waited for the dumbass to leave before standing up myself. Can't believe we wound up sitting next to each other. Ugh. Had to keep on looking over at him, had to keep on flirting with him. And the really weird thing was that the more I looked and the more I flirted with him the less normal he seemed. That was kinda weird, actually. He hadn't exactly been dorky before, but now it was like it was all I could see. It was kind of surreal watching him take notes in such a disorganised manner. Gosh, no wonder he'd failed twice already. What a loser! I pondered the possibility of pulling out of my promise to help him. But heck, as much as I didn't like the guy that seemed a touch too cruel. You know? Might as well stick to it. They say that a teacher learns as much as their student.

Once he was out of sight I picked up my bag -

Oh, hey, where did those earrings come from? Yeah, I put them on. Kind of looked familiar for some reason but I couldn't place where at the time. I figured, what the hell? They were so plain looking they might play into the whole 'put off the boys with the plain look' thing I had going on. Whatever. I put them on, walked off to the next class, then sat right down next to an extremely annoyingly familiar figure.

"Hi again," he said, barely acknowledging me. The girl behind him goosed him, and he jumped clear out of his seat with a rather embarrassing yelp that got everyone looking.

Not gonna lie. Pissed me off a little bit. Having to spend more time with the dork than I wanted and all that. It was a completely unnecessary distraction! History class was next. We were discussing a bit of the European medieval period, and how it contrasted with Japan's own history from a similar timeframe. I swear that I only looked at him for about two minutes, and when I looked back there was a crude stick figure drawing of a girl sitting in a boy's lap gyrating suggestively.

Hardly the most erotic image, but I'd never more furiously erased anything in my life! It was getting to me. Just being in the same room as him made me want to flirt with him - I managed to prevent myself when about to pass him a <b>very</b> dirty note in the middle of the lesson - and it made me want to sit in his lap. And dance. A sexy, sexy lapdance. I fought it down. I swallowed it up. Closed my eyes. Took a deep breath. Opened them up again.

"And as you can see here," the teacher said. "If I bounce up and down like this, Mister Manager gets all the more excited! Give it a try, girls!"

So, it's often said that people who have gone mad don't know it. Well. Take me down as the exception. I mean, how could you look around the room and see every single other person as a reflection of yourself, absolutely naked, bouncing and shaking it in the equally naked lap of a guy you were absolutely not attracted to in the slightest?

By the time lunch rolled around, I was twitchy. As in, imagine if an especially nervous rabbit had just drunk about half his body weight in coffee. My breathing was ragged, my hair more dishevelled than my "disguise" really needed. Glasses were getting fogged up. Weird thing was nobody seemed to notice. In fact, nobody gave me a second look as I strolled up towards the roof for my impromptu tutor session.

I found him already up there, pacing back and forth impatiently like he had something on his mind. Probably how badly he was going to fail. Again.

"Hi there, handsome," I said, obeying the compulsion to flirt as well as giving him the standard greeting of groping his dick through his clothes. The urge to give him a lapdance pulsed through me, but I held it back just a little longer. "Wait long? You look like you've got a lot on your mind."

"Huh?" he replied. "I- I guess so... I was just wondering."

"Wonder no more," I said, removing my glasses and watching the light of recognition shine up behind his eyes. "You really didn't recognise me? I'd be hurt if your expression right now wasn't. So. Adorable."

Didn't mean a word of it. At least not then. He's a lot cuter now. Developed abs that could cut cheese and a smile that made a girl wet at twenty paces. But at the time...

"Oh, hello, Naru," he said, utterly nonplussed. Not exactly the reaction I was anticipating. "Huh. You sure do look different when you're wearing those thick glasses. I guess that's to be expected."

"... Take a seat," I said, trying to figure out what the hell I should be saying to that. I had expected the grand reveal to shock him at least a little bit. But no! Nothing at all! "Let me take a look at your notes, and together we can work through your weaker spots."

He sat down on the ground. Then I sat on him in turn. It was like this weird relief, you know? I'd been feeling it all day long, and now at last I got the chance to do this. It was demeaning. It was humiliating. But it felt so good just sitting there and grinding against him that I completely forgot he'd be getting so turned on by this.

And now we at last come to my point. Now, this isn't intended as a brag. Far from it. But you know how some guys like to rate girls on a scale of one to ten? I'm probably about a seven or an eight, depending on how I'm feeling. I take care of my figure, my boobs are pretty big - though not a patch on Mitsune's - and I have a cute enough face to attract attention. When not wearing the glasses and deliberately dressing down.

On the other hand, Keitaro is a pretty solid five. Not ugly. Not especially pretty either. Right now, he's nothing approaching overweight, but he's nowhere near the beefcake he would become later on. He was a straight young man. He had working eyes and his sense of touch was certainly working as well as could be expected.

So, imagine my frustration when he had pretty much no reaction <i>at all</i> to the fact I was sitting in his lap, pressing my "seven" body up against his. It was like he knew I was there and was working around me. Sort of like an "oh, this is happening now." It wasn't like I was doing it to get him to perv out or anything, but... Well, I expected <i>something</i> instead of <i>nothing</i>! It was a wound to my pride to be ignored like this.

"Your problem here," I said while guiding his left hand along my thigh, no reaction, "is that you should have started by dividing both sides by C." I took his right hand and guided it around my waist, even lifting up my shirt a little to encourage him to stroke my navel. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

"Oh! I see now!" he gasped. "You're very good at this, but that's what I should expect from the number one student in Japan!"

"I suppose that's the case," I said, and I could feel my eyebrow twitch a little in spite of my efforts to control it. Was getting a little bit pissed off. "Let me ask you a question; What kind of straight guy has no reaction at all to a hot chick climbing in his lap?"

"I suppose he'd have to have a lot of self control," Keitaro replied, and oh that thought made me laugh! This guy with self control? Nope. That didn't fit my image of him at all! "Or maybe he's just oblivious to a ridiculous extreme?"

"Yep, that probably fits," I whispered right into his ear. I had no experience at seducing guys - and I didn't really want to seduce this one either at the time, I swear - but Mitsune had assured me that would turn guys into butter in my hands. Though she warned me it could turn just as messy. That was a thought I always tried to suppress, because ew ew ew!

And nothing. No reaction at all. Now, when I'd come up here I'd been kind of hoping this would be exactly what I got. Nothing. No reaction. He didn't perv out as I fulfilled the perfectly normal overwhelming desire to give him a sexy lap dance. But now that it had actually happened, he might as well have dumped a freight truck on my pride. Which is when I started trying to really turn up the heat.

<b>Keitaro</b>
I have to admit to being a little bit distracted during the tutor session. Might be why I missed so many obvious things that Naru helpfully pointed out to me while giving me a lap dance. The first of so very many. Just because I didn't know the answer didn't help curb my curiosity, nor my concern that it could be the symptom of something much worse around the corner.

It was just so weird, the way that girls were all over me today. Out of nowhere! All my life only one girl ever showed me interest, but all the others? Nothing! Keep away from that dork Keitaro! Today, I was lucky to go five minutes without some girl making me "accidentally" touch their boobs or their butts or their waist or their legs. I was pretty happy that at least Naru was behaving normally right now. She certainly hadn't been earlier.

"Alright then, cutie," Naru said, staring right into my eyes while rubbing my inner thigh with one of her hands. Yep. Pretty normal behaviour, none of that out-of-place, flirty stuff the other girls were up to. Her other hand trailed up to my wrist, and I let her guide it towards her butt as she continued speaking. Nothing unusual here. "I think you've got the hang of maths. A firm, good grip. Ohhhh! Just like that."

She cracked open an eye, and I caught the hint of a scowl pass over her features. It almost gave me the impression that she was annoyed with me, or herself, but then she slipped back on the mask of expected erotic enticement. How utterly mundane, yet hot.

But the thought did occur to me at that time. If Naru's behaviour was normal, then maybe...

"I was wondering," I said aloud. "Have you noticed anyone behaving weirdly lately?"

"Yes," Naru said through gritted teeth. Her hands were clasped behind her head, forcing her breasts out just inches from my face. Goodness, they were certainly big, though I noticed that with a more analytical, distant mind. "As a matter of fact, I have!"

"Oh," I said. "It's not just me? That's good. I don't know what you've noticed, but... For some reason, everyone's been doing the weirdest things around me, and everybody else has been behaving like it's completely normal."

"Wait, you didn't mean... What sort of things <I>did</i> you mean?" Naru asked, tugging up her shirt a little bit to expose some navel. You know, there was a strange, almost clinical nature to her dance. It was almost like she was trying to figure out the part of a girl that I liked the most by carefully, scientifically exposing me to various areas of her body one piece at a time.

"Well, I've never really been popular with girls," I said, lightly rubbing her hip upon her invitation. "Now they're all throwing themselves at me! And everyone thinks this is normal!"

After a moment's thought, and Naru resting one of her legs upon my shoulder, she carefully spoke up again. "What's weird about that?" she asked. "That's nothing! Here you are, getting a sexy lapdance from a girl way out of your league, and you're behaving like it's a perfectly everyday thing!"

"Ah," I said. "So, you're saying that I'm the weird one?"

"Ugh, that's it! You're on your own!" she declared, storming off the roof. Oh dear. I must have done something to upset her. I couldn't think what, but her reaction was perfectly rational, perfectly ordinary and perfectly sensible.

Just like anything else she might decide to do.

1. Naru accidentally states something weird is normal.
2. Meanwhile, Motoko and Mitsune review what Mitsune has noticed.
3. Keitaro notices the earrings, asks for them back.
4. Keitaro encounters other girls that feel compelled to give him a lapdance.
5. Something else