Ms. Gomez checking up on him

A clinking of glass jolted Nathan awake. He was still in the supply room. And what had that voice been? The power of Normality?

"Hey there, just wondering if you were done napping?" Ms. Gomez said. She was standing by a cart of beakers, rearranging them. What time was it? Class must be over by now, judging by the silence from the room outside.

"Uh... sorry, I guess I fell asleep in here," Nathan said sheepishly.

"Oh that makes sense. I saw you and figured it was totally normal for you to take a nap here, so I cleaned up for you and excused you from the rest of class. Don't worry, you'll get full marks on your assignment." Ms. Gomez said.

Wait what? What was happening? She didn't seem angry at all, nor concerned that a student had napped away half a lab period.

"Uhm, thanks. I must be really tired" Nathan said, feigning a yawn.

"Right, makes sense. Please, continue napping if you need," She said. "Do you need a pillow? Something to help you relax? Maybe you should head to the nurses office, there's a more comfy spot to lie down there." As she said it, she leaned over to help him up, showing her deep cleavage. He couldn't help but stare for a second, before looking up at her eyes.

"Uhm, sorry," he said quickly.

"Oh, that's fine. It's perfectly normal to want to stare a woman's breasts at your age" she said, smiling.

Now that's weird, he thought. That's the second time she's used the word normal. Did he really... have some kind of power? His head was clearing up from being ****, and he distinctly remembered the voice. Maybe...

"And you're okay with me staring at your ti- uh, breasts?" he asked, cautiously.

"Sure! Nothing unusual about that," she replied.

"Would you lean over again so that I could see them?" he asked.

"Nathan, I'm not going to encourage that kind of behavior, even if it is normal. I'm going to keep preparing for my next class. Again, please head to the nurses office if you're taking a nap."

"Oh, okay," he said, lamely. But she didn't seem upset, and something weird was still going on. She hadn't minded him staring. He watched her working, still sitting on the ground. He watched her ass as she leaned up to grab something from a higher shelf. She had a daughter, apparently, who was in college, but her figure was incredible. Large D-cup tits, round and full ass, and slim everywhere else. As she turned around, she caught him staring again, but didn't react. She continued her work as if nothing was wrong.

"So... my behavior is considered normal, even if people won't encourage it," he muttered to himself. This was crazy, right? Was he going crazy? But that rush of power, and that voice, could not be denied. He decided to try something bold.

"Hey, since it's normal for me to stare at your tits, what about touching them?" he asked.

"Well, I can't think of anything wrong with you touching them," she replied hesistantly, "but I don't really see why you would do that at school."

He walked up to her and put his hand on one of her tits, hoping that he hadn't royally fucked up. She blinked. Then she asked, "Are you satisfied? I still have quite a bit to do before my next class."

He grinned. Oh, this was going to be good.