The Book Of Normal

I sat alone in my apartment. My job paid well enough for me to not need a roommate, but that didn't stop me from trying to get my childhood friend to move in with me. It didn't work and she still lived with her dysfunctional mother. I noticed a knock at the door and checked who it was. No one was outside of the peephole and instead there was a package. I brought it in because it had my name on it, but strangely it didn't have a sender name or return address. It was more just a box with my name and address on it than anything else. After I opened it up and pulled out the strange notebook about the size of a tablet. The title read: "Normality Notebook" with a funky icon of a double N under it. On the inside of the page instructions were listed in order.

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Anything stated as normal in this book will be retroactively applied.

It's normal for this book to be ignored by everyone except for the recipient.

It's normal for the recipient to never be denied the chance to write in this book.

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I cocked my head and laughed, tilting my head in confusion at the stupid.... prank... goof... I didn't know what to call it. I set the book on my coffee counter and resumed my daily life.

I had Lola over after a somewhat abrupt spat with her mother and phone call demanding she come over to calm down. I sat there on my couch, looking at the love of over a decade crying. She didn't feel the same I knew, but I always dreamed she might change her mind.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked Lola.

"NO! I can't take it anymore John!" She replied.

"I know... you can always move in with me if you want..." I replied.

"I... I know John... I just worry you know?" She replied and I nodded. I reached my arms out and tried to get a hug from her. She hesitantly hugged me back and I relaxed into it with a sigh.

"Want some food? I can make some eggs." I inquired. She nodded and I went into the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. I always made the best eggs, because they were scrambled and then just barely golden brown.

After they were done I looked at the notebook on the counter. She hadn't touched it or moved it at all. She sniffled and watched the TV idly. She was small and petite. Redhead with just the perfect lips and face. Her eyes could pierce the heavens and it melted my hard to see her cry like this.

I set down the plate of eggs on the coffee table and picked up the notebook.

"I got this weird notebook today." I said and waved it at her as she began to eat.

"What notebook?" She asked, looking in my hand as if there was nothing there.

"This notebook..." I said again and waved it at her again.

"What?" She asked and tilted her head at me, eyes watching me intently.

"You can't see?" I asked and she shook her head, looking slightly concerned.

"Uhm... nevermind." I said and set the notebook on the table. I picked up a fork and took a bite myself. I felt Lola stare at me for a few moments, but ignored it and just continued to eat.

After we both finished food I took the notebook into the kitchen with me as I cleaned up. I wonder if it was real? I flipped it open to the first page and wrote something down that was simple, but strange.

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It's normal for any female in the apartment to offer to clean or do any chores that needs to be done.

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I winced as I wrote it down, laughing a little at myself. Never thinking in a million years that Lola would want to do this.

"John?" She asked suddenly to my left. "Need help with dishes?" I looked at her in stunned silence.

"Oh.. uhm yea, sure!" I said and smiled at her surprised, happy to have a pretty girl in the apartment with me. We both washed dishes in record time and after a few minutes I forgot that I had wrote down that normality.

"Want me to do your laundry John?" She smiled uncharacteristically.

"That'd be great Lola!" I said happily and was so happy to see her smiling.

"Any other chores to do?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward a little. I nodded and rattled off a list of chores.

She did them all without my help. I sat on the couch and watched her vacuum, fold my laundry, dust, take out the trash, and everything else I had neglected.

I pulled the notebook out of my pocket and wrote down something new.

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It's normal for females in any place I live in to offer to sleep over anyway I want them to.

It's normal for females to be okay with me doing anything I'd do when alone in the house with them around.

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Lola was a very independent and somewhat egotistic person. So seeing her be so selfless and do all my chores without a care in the world was insane! It proved to me that this book was real, but if I had any shred of doubt about it

"John? Want me to sleep over?" She smiled at me and I almost cried tears of joy!

"Yea! That'd be awesome! S... sleep in my bed with me." I stuttered and blushed a little bit.

"Of course John." She said with a big smile.

The rest of the day was a dream come true. I wanted Lola for a decade and now she was here, doing chores and about to sleep over. My heart sank after I came back from the bathroom. I realized I could have her. I could just make her mine with the book. I struggled as I looked at the book. I resisted and felt a ping of guilt and shame wash over me. I couldn't do this. I loved Lola and I didn't want to control her or use this book to make her mine. I walked out into the living room and found her sitting on the couch watching a show. This didn't however mean I couldn't have fun.

"Hey Lola, mind... if I change into some new clothing?" I asked her, not able to take my eyes off her legs. I loved how they looked, so petite and small. I wanted to touch her all over. She thought it was strange I was changing clothes in the middle of the day. I could tell by the way she looked at me and replied.

"Sure." She replied, but it was evident she was very confused. I ran to the bedroom and changed into just boxers and a long T-shirt. My bulge and ass fully exposed. I came out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch. Lola didn't react at all. It was a long time before she realized what was going on.

"John... what are you wearing? Is that your PJs?" She asked, looking a little perturbed.

"Oh, well yea it's getting late." I clarified and she shrugged, seeming to have vanquished whatever was disturbing her. After another episode of a show, I decided to give up on the notebook and just enjoy my night with Lola. I smiled to myself, thinking of what to do. I would probably need to sleep at some point, but wanted to talk with Lola more.

"I know I've said this before, but... I'm sorry about how your mother acts towards you." I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Don't be John. It is what it is." She said in a sultry voice and I smiled at her.

"Can I hug you again?" I asked.

"Yea..." She nodded and sighed a bit, not caring I was in my underwear at all. I scooted over to her and hugged her tightly. She never had romantic feelings for me. Apparently she saw me more as a brother than anything, but I still felt a slight blush of embarrassment as I started to get hard. She had always been my friend since childhood, but my cock began to ache as I looked down at her and imagined what it'd feel like to just slide my hard dick into her pussy. I wanted her so badly, I couldn't help it. I pulled away from the hug and my dick was rock hard in my underwear now. A huge unignorable bulge protruding outwards.

"S-Sorry..." I said as I saw her eyes dart away after she noticed it.

"No, it's... it's ok John... it's... natural" She said and then I felt her eyes glance back to my bulge. She stared for a few moments, not knowing what to make of my half nakedness. She was blushing probably harder than I was, but she tried to ignore my erection as we watched TV.

"I... I can go put on some pants if you want me to." I said, realizing how weird it was for me to be sitting around in my underwear with a boner in front of her. She shook her head and watched the show.

"No, you can dress however you want in your home. It's like you're home alone." She replied simply and slowly her blush faded. She leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed, enjoying time with her friend. I also enjoyed her touch and proximity, feeling more comfortable with the whole situation now. My dick softened a bit and I put an arm around her, pulling her a little closer. I could smell her hair and it was nice. I blushed as she sighed into my neck.

"R-Right... I'd like to uhm..." I stuttered a bit and adjusted, prompting her to sit up and look at me. "Be naked right now." I stated in a very nervous way. She simply shrugged and nodded a bit.

"Sure." She said simply and it felt like my heart would explode! I couldn't believe she just said that! I stood up and slipped down my underwear, letting my semi hard erection flop out. My shirt being off made me feel like I was actually just at home alone. She didn't react to me sitting back down naked at all. She didn't stare at my cock laying on my thigh and just went back to leaning her head into my shoulder as we watched TV.

My erection grew again. I felt so strange having Lola with me and in my home naked like this, but it was a nice feeling. I imagined it was only me and her and that the world ended a few hours ago. I imagined she had always been here with me and she was always mine. I tried to push the thought out of my head, because I couldn't deal with it. I kept imagining us together though and I couldn't help but feel tempted to use the book. I refrained and just sighed.

I felt her clothed body against my nude form. The only clothing I had on being my socks made me a bit giddy. My hard cock stood up and her breathing was so tantalizing.

"Lola?" I asked, prompting her to look at me again.

"Yea?" She asked, her lips still perfect as she stared at me with her green eyes.

"Can I... masturbate while we watch TV?" I asked and her eyes opened wider in shock.

"Wh... why are you asking John?" She asked.

"Because... because you're here with me." I said, feeling embarrassed by what I wanted to do.

"Oh. Ok." She nodded, looking confused.

"So... can I?" I asked and she tilted her head again.

"Well yea, you'd do it if you were alone right?" She asked, being completely oblivious to my plan.

"Yeah..." I said and smiled to myself. She chuckled a bit and I held her close. Her head laid on my shoulder and I reached a hand down to stroke my cock with the other.

My cock was wet at the tip already as I pumped it in my hand. I used my precum to slick my shaft and kept stroking up and down. My other hand rested on her petite back and she was just relaxing, leaning into me as I began to pleasure myself in front of her. I couldn't believe how great this was! I always wanted Lola, but she would never love me back. I was so happy she was here now, and as I thought about her more, I felt myself getting close.

"I'm gonna cum Lola." I whispered to her and she looked up at me again.

"O... okay." She said softly, watching my hand pump up and down my shaft. I stroked faster and faster and felt myself on the verge of exploding.

"Fuck!" I whispered as I came and my cock pulsed. My cum shot out and hit Lola in the face. She was shocked as her eyes opened up and her mouth dropped a bit. I didn't stop cumming though and she just held still as I blasted her in the face with my hot cum.

I panted a bit and let my cock spasm as I milked it of its last cum. She didn't react at all and barely moved her head on my shoulder as I panted. She seemed to not care or mind that her face was plastered with my cum. She swallowed some bits that got into her mouth and otherwise kept watching TV.

"Lola... you alright?" I asked her as I still held my cock, feeling a little awkward with the cum still on her face.

"Yea... why wouldn't I be?" She asked and I just shrugged.

"Oh... good point..." I said and finally stopped stroking my cock. I sat there with a half hard erection. I pulled some tissues over from the side table and wiped off my lap and a bit from my chest. I didn't have the guts to clean her face, since it felt weird to try and do that.

"Can I clean your face?" I asked and she shook her head.

"I'm good. Let's just finish the show." She smiled a bit and I blushed a bit. We finished the episode and then I felt my cock harden again as I remembered how hot she looked. I wasn't really thinking about using the notebook anymore. I was just focused on her beautiful face. I looked up at her and giggled.

We finished the show finally and it was late. I suggested she go clean her face before we slept and she did so quickly. I laid in my bed with her moments later, naked and harder than ever. She was by my side in her full clothing, not having any pj's to put on. We were about to fall asleep when I had a thought.

"Lola, you can change clothes if you want. You don't need to sleep like that." I said and she looked at me with a curious face.

"Really?" She asked and I nodded. She stood up and I pulled my blanket back to reveal my dick standing at full attention again. I didn't care she saw it though. She stripped to just her panties and bra. "I guess since you're alone in your home it wouldn't matter anyway..." She shrugged and got back into bed. I stroked my dick as she laid back on the bed. She looked at my hands motion and didn't react like before.

"So you masturbate often?" She asked as I pumped my fist up and down.

"Yea, I don't usually bring anyone back to the apartment to do that though." I laughed and she nodded with a giggle, watching in the dark room. My eyes adjusted and I could see the outline of her body on the bed. Her perky breasts in her bra. The curve of her ass in her panties. I felt myself getting closer to the edge again. I was about to cum as I panted and Lola looked at me.

"John?" She asked, watching me jerk off again.

"Yea?" I replied and gasped as I felt my orgasm coming on again.

"Are you gonna cum again?" She asked and I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"Yeah." I replied as I felt my dick begin to twitch. She sat up in the bed and stared at me as I masturbated. I wasn't sure why she was watching so intently, but I guess it made sense since she wasn't going to really be able to sleep with the bed shaking around.

I stroked my cock a few times and then I exploded again! My dick twitched and spurted a huge amount of cum on my chest. My heart raced as she sat there watching.

"That was another big one." She giggled and I blushed in the dark as I wiped up more cum from my chest. I kept stroking my dick slowly, wanting to milk every last bit of cum out of me. I was more embarrassed that she saw it the second time than the first.

I cleaned it up with the tissues next to my bed and we went to sleep soon after. She was a little closer to me than I expected, but I just assumed that's how she normally slept.