Title:           Naomi NTR short story
Author:          Whatevers
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First Edit:      Thursday 4th of December 2014 09:25:04 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 4th of December 2014 09:25:24 PM CDT

>Today is a great day to be Naomi
>it was your birthday tomorrow, and you’d finally worked up the courage to ask Norman out
>being so close to your birthday you knew luck was on your side and he would say yes
>You briskly strode into the cafeteria, surveying the table for any sign of his beanie
>he usually sat at the fashion kids table, making uncomfortable small talk
>as adorable as he was when nervous, it was odd
>he was not normally so awkward you mused, finding no sign of him
>what could possibly have his nerves in a bundle at that table?
>Norman was not anywhere to be seen
>hurriedly you scampered over to the fashion kids table and asked if they knew where he was
>a girl you didn’t know told you that he had left for room 269, where the fashion club met
>he had left with Rarity, by far the prettiest girl in school
>your throat caught a little when you heard that, but you brushed it off
>Rarity was out of Norman’s league for one thing. Pretty sure, but high maintenance, needy, pretty, uptight, pretty and… pretty
>you weren’t worried
 
>all the same you all but ran out of the cafeteria, making your way for the fashion club
>you passed by Sophie adjusting her breasts
>she saw you, and furtively scurried away
>you stopped at room 269
>you had no idea why you stopped, but you tepidly turned the doorknob and walked in
>it was empty and the lights were out
>but you saw Norman’s backpack
>you walked inside, annoyed at this  whole ordeal
>nobody was around, and it was quiet
>or so you thought
>you heard moans from a supply closet
 
>”I-it can’t be,” you weakly stammered as you walked over to the closet
>the moans were loud
>the dulcet yet high and mighty accent you were familiar with
>that bitch, no… not your Norman
>she could have any guy, please not be Norman
>you swung open the door and got a sideways view of Rarity flat on her back on a table, Norman’s rod plunging deep into her alabaster pussy
>”Ohhhhh god Aryan,” Norman moaned, “you’re too tight, I can’t last much longer.”
>”oh, hah, darling. This is n-nothing” she gasped and closed her legs together
>”Uuuuuuh,” Norman yelled, making the ugliest grimace. One burned into your eyes forever.
>he unloaded his seed into Rarity’s slender yet curvy body
>tears welled up in your eyes, he was yours
>how could he be taken away from you?
>you asked for so liitle
>you ran out crying, finding a corner in the adjacent room
>Norman look up from his handiwork, and saw the open door
>”huh, it must have opened on its own. Better close it, or else somebody might see this.”
>”Norman…” Rarity panted, “I’m still here, just a piece of meat to be used as you see fit.”
>Norman’s limp dick perked up with those words.
>Rarity jumped off the table, “but you sit. I want to practice my fellatio.”
 
>Naomi’s tears subsided a bit, and she could hear Norman moaning some more
>what were they doing now?
>she must be sucking him off
>or giving him anal
>I bet she has a perfect ass too, little miss perfect has the best of everything
>probably firm yet soft
>with Norman’s long dick going in and out
>”oh,” you exclaimed
>you felt tingly down there and couldn’t help yourself
>as ashamed as you were, your hands slid down into your panties and began to work your clitoris
>Norman suddenly bellowed once more and you started crying again
>but you couldn’t stop.
>the glorious sex Norman and Rarity were having lasted until the end of lunch, at that point you had climaxed twice
>drained of energy you listened as they got dressed and clean, leaving you in the dark classroom all by yourself