Normal Norman - Dash's Problem

>It was a regular day at Norman's house.

>He and Dash were upstairs watching some films.

>"Hey dude, can I use your computer?"

"What? Sure. I think I'm going to make a snack anyway. You want anything?"

>"Oh, do you still have any pizza left?"

"Yeah I think so. It'll take a while to make."

>Dash waved from the computer, "Take your time!"

>Norman went downstairs to prepare things.

>What he didn't know was that Dash's devious plan was already put into action.

>Her crippling porn addiction was already catching up to her, and there was no way she was going to let her friend see.

>"Since he'll be busy…"

>Dash's skirt was already slipped down her thighs and she hastily browsed to her favorite shlicking site.

>Since everything was sorted by category, she just scrolled through till she found a video that suited her.

>She held her breath and listened for any signs of Norman, but seemed to be in the clear.

>Her hand sunk into her gym shorts and she rubbed her fingers over her already moist lips.

>She had already been excited from earlier as Norman was wearing some particularly good cologne and the proximity was driving her up the wall.

>If she hadn't been so embarrassed about liking him, she would have jumped his bones already.

>Thinking about making a film with him, she shuddered as the girl on screen was spread open by a particularly thick penis.

>She bit her lip so hard as her hand moved rapidly, rubbing her button raw.

>Her legs clenched as she kept nearing her peak.

>"God, I wish there was more female POV stuff out there."

>She licked her lips and swallowed the built-up saliva in her mouth.

>A single drop of sweat slowly dripped down her feverish brow.

>She switched videos quickly and was presented with something that took her breath away.

>The male actor looked just like her friend that was just in the same room she was.

>Oddly enough, the girl writhing from his touch looked like a certain sporty girl as well.

>She got warm all over and her arms went weak, but she rubbed her leaky slit more aggressively.

>"Holy fuck, this is hot."

>As she gaped at the screen, she let two fingers curve into her.

>A strained moan escaped her lips as her hand was cramping up at this point.

>She stood and tugged her shorts and panties down as well, bending over the desk and watching the monitor closely.

>The porn version of Norman was giving the porn version of Dash a seriously good dicking and it was leaving her shaking every few minutes.

>Suddenly, the smell of cooked pizza was in the air and Dash knew her time was limited.

>She whimpered, begging her body to give her the release she needed because otherwise she might have to re-enact this scene she was watching with a certain orange-coated boy.

>...

>Norman was at the top step when he heard a very familiar sound.

>The panting and sighing of two sweaty pornstars going at it threw him into a sense of dread.

'Oh fuck, she found my porn,' Norman thought to himself.

>He approached the door cautiously, peering through the crack to a totally opposite sight.

>There was Dash, one of his best friends, fingering her snatch as if she would never get off again.

>She had already drooled on his desk, and her tongue was hanging out as she whimpered.

>Her eyes kept rolling back and she would swear when she didn't climax.

>Legs shaking madly, Dash collapsed into his chair again and ground her wetness against the rough fabric.

>She finally came, her hips rocking back and forth violently.

>A raspy laugh filled the air mixed with loud moans of delight.

>Norman was stiff as a rock.

>He stepped into the room, leaving the snacks on the floor behind him.

>Dash immediately froze at the squeak of the door opening.

>"OH, HEY DUDE!"

>She struggled to pull up her shorts and skirt, but the damage had been done.

"Hey to you. So how was it?"

>Norman snickered at the blushing girl and crossed his arms.

>Her eyes drifted south and saw that he was pitching a tent.

>Just how long had he been watching?

>She shook as she felt an aftershock and looked back into his eyes, "So much better than every other time."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

>She covered her face and pointed at the screen, where it was paused so that you could see both actors clearly.

"Whoa, what? They look kind of like us!"

>"Uh-huh…"

>Everything was coming together.

"Is there, uhh. Is there something you want to tell me?"

>She looked up at him with a softened expression, desperation in her voice.

>"I want you to…"

>He watched her flounder in silence.

>She let out an exasperated sigh, forcing out her next line and covering her face again.

>"I want you to fuck me!"

>Norman wasn't sure what words to say, but he gave her rainbow hair a few gentle pats and pet her until she looked up at him again.

"I'd be willing to help out, Rainbow."

>As if Norman would ever pass up free cake.

>"Really?! Ohh, that's a relief. I thought you would think I was a pervert or something!"

>Norman could only laugh at this, not sure if he should reveal to her that he was probably as bad as she was.

>"There's just one thing I need to know first."

"Yeah, what's that?"

>Dash got a mischievous glint in her eyes.

>"Do you have a camera?"