Norm's Fuck Hat (mind control, nerd revenge fantasy) by N.L. Allen

 
     
    Norm's Fuck Hat
    by N.L. Allen
     
     
     
    © 2013 N.L. Allen
     
    The following work of fiction is intended for adult audiences only.
    Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and all characters are aged 18 or above.
    Please do not reproduce illegally. This story is the property of N.L. Allen.
     
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    Norm's Fuck Hat
    N.L. Allen
     
     
    “ Wipe your face, Norm,” Shawnee giggled.
    “Huh?”
    Norm Meakins looked up from his classmate's cleavage, a thick line of drool running from the corner of his mouth, and blushed. It was hard not to drool – not just because the blonde beauty had the most fantastic rack he'd ever witnessed, but also because his allergies were playing up.
    Sniffing, he wiped his face in what he knew was an unattractive move, and glanced to the front of the classroom. Their lecturer was still gone, on a quick run to the repographics room – which was her way of saying gone for a quick cigarette .
    His eyes flicked back to Shawnee's chest, then to his textbook. They had a lot of work ahead of them, seeing as they'd only been partnered up last week. His previous study partner had to transfer back home, which meant he was stuck with Shawnee.
    Brian had helped him make some real progress with his project about the human brain, but he didn't have a massive pair of breasts, so their sessions had been a lot more productive. With Shawnee leaning over to inspect his notes, he found himself staring again at her firm, high chest, her nipples which seemed permanently erect, visible through whichever flimsy t-shirt she wore...
    “Norm! You're staring again.”
    Mortified, he went back to his books. Why had Professor Simmons picked her to work with him? Probably because t he science fair was coming soon, and seeing as Shawnee's previous group – all cheerleaders – were still arguing over the colour of their backdrop, it made sense to give her a chance of success. She was failing already, so it looked like it was up to Norm to help her to a pass mark, even a low one.
    He'd won three science fairs in a row, so he was confident he could lead them to victory – just as long as he could keep himself focussed. He found himself doodling a pair of breasts amongst his scrawled notes. Panicking, he smacked his palm over his papers, making Shawnee jump. Her entire chest heaved as she moved. Norm began to sweat.
    “What's the matter with you today, Norm?”
    He put a book on top of his work, getting more and more flustered. “I ah, didn't get much sleep? You know, it's hard. Ah, studying I mean. Studying is hard.”
    “Sure, whatever. Just try to concentrate, okay? I need to pass this class, and you're the one to help me do it.”
    Her hand brushed his, and he felt giddy. He'd never kissed a girl, much less touched, or even held hands with one. In the eighteen years he'd been alive, the only female contact he'd had was when his mother tied his shoelaces. Even when he was in little school, he preferred studying bugs or  electronics instead of playing kiss chase or telling everyone he was married just because he sat next to someone in the sandpit.
    Looking up at Shawnee's face, he flashed her a crooked smile. “Sure thing.”
    “What're you two getting so cosy about?”
    Norm's face dropped. That was the voice of Buck, Shawnee's muscle-headed boyfriend. A jock, naturally, with an intellect as thick as his neck.
    “Hi baby,” Shawnee squealed, throwing her arms around him. “We were just looking over some notes. Getting ready for the science fair, y'know?”
    “I bet. Let me see that,” Buck said, snatching Norm's notes from under his book faster than he could blink. He had no interest in reading them, to Norm's relief. Instead, he balled them up in one meaty fist and tossed them across the room.
    “Fetch!” he instructed, pointing at the wad of paper.
    Norm seethed behind his prescription glasses, clenching his fists in a show of frustration. Buck laughed, cocking his