Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2020 17:13:28 +0800 From: Stephen Gray Subject: Norman Pt.1 I've been reading a lot on Nifty, and I've decided it was only fair if I shared my experience. ____________________________________________________________________________ I've known I was bi since I was 12. Being from a conservative family, I've really never told anyone, except for hinting at it to a couple of close friends. Not long ago (past 6 months), this really cute guy, Norman, joined our grade halfway through the year. Like normal, all the girls were swooning over him and stuff. He mixed, half-European half-Asian I think. And I agreed with them. I remember one time in history class when Mr. D was playing a clip about the Ming dynasty. The blinds were only halfway drawn, something that still annoys me to this day, and the light was streaming in. Mr. D was one of the 'cool' teachers; he kept a couple of bean bags and a small couch in his classroom. Norman was sitting in one of those bean bags, the light perfectly shining on his face. I got this tingling feeling when I looked in his eyes - not to sound cheesy or anything - and saw them shimmering as he looked up at the SmartBoard. He did the thing he regularly did, the thing that made him so cute, when he pursed his lips and scrunched his nose up. I don't know anything about noses but I guess you would call it a button nose (idk)? When I would stare at him I would limit my attention to only half a minute, because I was literally sitting in front of him (think north-east) and had to turn my head slightly to look at him. Not like there would be a problem because he was probably straight (or so I thought haha you're on Nifty what do you expect) as he was flirting with a girl in the same history class. Although he had such a great personality, being funny and almost uncaring, he wasn't any good at it though - I frequently make fun of him because of it. Anyways jump cut to a few weeks later, when I inexplicably catch him staring at me. (Note: yes, I was amazed as you are) Oh man did my heart start racing at that point. I'm just your run of the mill musical theatre/choir kid and the hottie of the grade looks at me? In all honesty, at the time it didn't seem like much. But oh boy was I wrong. (fancy star divider thing) It's the really fancy dance in the middle of the year and I'm sitting with my Choir friends eating garlic bread. My phone chimes and it's an Insta dm from Norman. I recall hesitating, hovering my finger over the banner before I clicked down. Despite being smoking hot, Norm (that's what I called him in my head) didn't have a lot of friends. Now, quick detour, but I was a 'New Student Welcomer', NSW for short, and it was my job to welcome new students and help them around the school and stuff. Arguably, I think the main reason why Norman contacted me during the dance was because I helped him sort out his files in Science class, but I'm not sure. (it might be because I am undeniably an awesome person) Anyway, he was asking where I was, and I specifically remember a 'casual' "lol" at the end of his message. He was being awkward. I told him to wait for me at the photo booth the Student Committee prepared, which was amazing by the way, with gold glitter and streamers and cute star cutouts. And then I saw him (soz for the dramatic effect), in his jet black tux. GOD HE WAS STUNNING. I felt my face go red or something cliche like that as I approached him and brought him to the 'Choir Kid' table. There was a running joke that this girl in choir liked him, and honestly, I thought they look cute together, being equally hot. He was really quirky and silly, often added crude puns to what the teacher said. The girl we shipped with him, however, was serious and not as carefree. However, she did roll her eyes at Norm when he did dumb things, and we did her a favour by shipping them. So, like the good NSW I am, I offered him a seat next to her, shooing away the guy previously sitting in the seat, winking at him. (no, i did not do that in real life) The night passed quickly then, I think they served a brownie for dessert. For the next month, I lamented about not dancing with him or telling him about my feelings, just regretting not dropping a hint or two. In between my frequent History class stare-downs, I would catch Norm looking back at me. I would chuckle and try my best to look cute, even though I obviously lacked all the requirements (2 times 0 is still 0, that was how sucky I was) of being just a bit appealing. Honestly, I just thought he was looking at the girl behind me, my really good friend Eliza, but that wouldn't be exiting right? So camp was coming up, and NSW were supposed to partner with new kids. 8th grade camp was special because we were camping in tents, a first to community centres and cramped hostels. I thought I had the luck of the Irish, with me just so happening to have a crush on the new boy. Without a doubt, I would put his name down as one of my 'Top 5' options for roommates. It was at least 2 months after the dance when Norman approached me and asked if we could be roommates (tent mates actually), and he was really cute when he said the whole thing in a serious tone, as he was blushing and being super awkward while doing it. This whole thing felt kinda surreal to me, other than the choir kids, I never talked to a normal person before, let alone someone who was weird around me. I mean, it's not like Norm couldn't sing. He was a soft tenor, with a smooth voice that seemed to possess a little gravelly tone. It was beautiful. He would sing Tik-Tok songs, which I never appreciated being a musical kid, but sometimes I would hum along with him in my lower register. Once, in science class, he was singing the "i know, i know" thing and I just sat there and listened. I got this warm feeling inside and without thinking I complimented him. I guess he seemed annoyed when I encouraged him to join choir, so I stopped my dumb bickering. Yadee yada, me and Norman were paired up as roommates, and we sat next to each other on the coach to the campsite. Of course, the cruel Californian wilderness wasn't the best place to go camping, but I heard there was a centre down there specialised in these types of school trips. During the ride, I was jotting down some lyrics in my Harry Potter style journal, when Norm looked over my darn shoulder and started reading it. He told me about a project he was working on with his friend George, one that I would get to listen to soon enough, and it was a rap song or something. Norm was in Music Production (a type of music class), and he would be in charge of writing the lyrics and rapping it while George would be writing the music. We set up the tent, got a couple of crappy photos taken of us, and after some swimming time we were in our tents. It's 10, and people around us are still chatting their butts off. Mr. F gives them a quick yell and they all shut up. I had no clue if Norm was still up, so I looked to my right at his super cute face. He was breathing steadily - I don't know what people are supposed to look like when they're sleeping, the only thing I have to go on from are cheesy fanfics. I really can't remember anything else, except for how his hands were tucked under his head. After that, I'm pretty sure I fell asleep. The only thing I remembered about camp was Norm and me waking up at exactly 5:30 because I had to go pee. Norm's hand was no longer under his head, but outside of the sleeping bag somewhere, I can't remember. His eyes were open, and I told him something about needing to pee. I think he told a joke, being quirky and half asleep. Still, he looked hot. I took his advice and went in the woods - I did this for the next 5 days. Enough foreplay, t's about time I skipped to the sex stuff. It's the third night ( i think). I've looked at Norman for around 10 minutes in the past two days. I heard some shuffling from Norm at around 12 AM. I was half asleep at the time. The next 5 minutes passed like a blur (maybe it was because I WAS GOING TO SLEEP). Norm's hand was slowly creeping towards me; the heat was radiating on my skin. He slowly inched his arm closer to my waist. Then, with a quick flourish, his whole arm was around me. Looking back on it, maybe he was trying to mask his real intentions by pretending he was `sleepwalking' (more like sleep arm moving). He then inched his wrist onto my now hard crotch. Honestly, it felt like a dream, maybe because I was actually dreaming at the time. He moved his fingers, feeling up my shaft. I really don't know how to describe the rest. I guess you could just group it into groping. I didn't really talk about it the next day, but my attitude towards him never changed for the worst. Maybe I was just excited for what was to come. It's strange really - the only thing I could remember about that day was his breathing, not the actual `you-know-what'. We're currently in a relationship right now, and I plan to write more about it. No first kiss yet though. Please email me at wolfboiawoo@gmail.com, I wanna hear your thoughts on how I should approach the `dreaded' first kiss. Thanks for reading.