I find the library by acci... by ass... I wasn't looking. I was looking for the bathroom. Or maybe I was just walking because walking makes my boobs bounce and bouncing feels nice.

But then I turned a corner and there were shelves. Big tall dark wood shelves full of books and the smell hit me. Paper and leather and something dusty and old and for a second—just a second—something flickered.

I used to love this smell.

I walk in. My fingers trail along the spines. So many of them. Gold letters pressed into leather. I pull one out. It's heavy. The cover is dark red and the title says...

Says...

The letters are right there. I can see them. They're in a row and they make a word. I know how words work. You look at the letters and they become a sound and the sound means something.

I stare at the first word.

P... H... I... L...

Phil.

Phil something.

Phil-o...

"Oooooh." My thumb is on my nipple. When did that happen? I put my hand back on the book.

Phil-o-so...

"Philo... soffy?"

That doesn't sound right. But it also doesn't sound wrong because I don't know what it's supposed to sound like. The second word is even longer and I can feel my brain kind of... sliding off it. Like trying to climb something wet.

I sit down on the big leather chair. It's cool against my bare thighs because my robe is basically just a suggestion at this point. I open the book. Page one.

"The... the... con-cept... of... of..."

My eyes move across the line. Each word takes so long. I used to read fast. I remember that. I could read a whole page in like... a number of seconds. A small number.

Now I'm on the third word and my pussy is tingling.

Why is my pussy tingling? I'm reading! Reading is the opposite of pussy tingling. Reading is for smart people who don't get wet just from sitting in a chair.

I shift my hips and the leather squeaks against my bare skin and the friction hits my clit through my thin robe and—

"Oh."

Okay. Okay okay okay. I'm just gonna read. One page. I can do one page. I was smart. I had a... a number. A grade number. Three point something.

I look at the book.

"The concept of... of..."

The next word has so many letters. I try to sound it out and my lips move and nothing comes out and the trying makes my head feel heavy and warm and the warmth sinks down into my belly and my thighs press together.

Why does trying to think make me horny?

That's not how brains work. Brains and pussies are different things. They don't—

But every time I try to grab a word my clit pulses. Like my brain is connected to my pussy and every thought I try to think gets rerouted down there instead. Like the wires got crossed and now thinking equals horny.

I squirm in the chair.

I'm going to read this sentence.

"The concept of... meta... meta-fizzy..."

My hand is between my legs.

I didn't put it there. It just went. Like it has its own brain and its brain is way more in charge than my brain right now. My fingers are pressing against my pussy through the silk and I'm wet. Already wet. Still wet. Always wet.

"Meta-fizzy-cal..." I whisper, and my finger slides over my clit and the word dissolves.

Stop. Stop touching yourself. Read the book.

I pull my hand away. I look at the page.

The letters swim.

Not literally. They're staying still. But my eyes can't hold onto them. I read one word and by the time I get to the next one I've forgotten the first one. It's like trying to carry water in my hands.

I try again. Slower.

"The..."

Good. I know that one.

"...concept..."

Okay. Harder. But I got it.

"...of..."

Easy!

"...meta..."

My finger is on my clit again.

"Ugh!"

I slam the book shut. My face is hot. My pussy is throbbing. I had three fingers pressed against myself and I didn't even notice until just now and I'm so wet I can feel it soaking into the leather seat.

I can't read.

The thought should scare me. It does scare me.

But the screaming girl in my head is so far away and my clit is so close and the book is so hard and my fingers are so easy.

I lean back in the chair. My robe falls open. My tits spill out, heavy and round, nipples stiff in the cool library air. I look down at them. They're so pretty. Way prettier than books.

My fingers find my pussy again and this time I don't stop them.

I'm so wet. My folds are puffy and slippery and my clit is swollen and when I rub little circles it sends sparks up through my belly and into my head where they pop and fizz and burn away whatever I was trying to think about.

"Mmm..."

I rub faster. My hips rock against my hand. The leather squeaks. My tits bounce. I'm in a library touching myself and I can't stop because every time I try to think about why I should stop, the thought turns into pleasure and the pleasure turns into nothing and the nothing feels so good.

My other hand squeezes my boob. Pinches my nipple. The jolt goes straight down.

"Oh... oh God..."

I'm close already. I'm always close now. It takes nothing. A touch. A thought. The word "bimbo" whispered in the back of my head like a heartbeat.

My fingers push inside. Two of them. Wet and easy and my pussy grabs them and squeezes and I curl them up and—

"Whatcha doin'?"

My eyes fly open.

Kiki is in the doorway. She's wearing a tiny pink crop top that barely contains her tits and a skirt that doesn't even pretend to cover her ass. Her hair is in pigtails. She's holding a lollipop.

She's looking at me with my robe open, tits out, two fingers knuckle deep in my pussy, sitting in a leather chair in the library.

"Reading!" I yank my fingers out. Slam my knees together. Grab my robe. "I was reading!"

She looks at the closed book on the floor where I dropped it. Then back at me. Her lips curl around the lollipop.

"That’s stupid."

"It was! I was reading and then I just... I got..." My face is on fire. "The book was hard."

"Books are super hard," she agrees, nodding seriously. She walks over and picks it up. Looks at the cover. Turns it upside down. Turns it back. "What's it about?"

"It's about... phil... philo..."

"Who’s Phil?"

"No! It's a... it's like thinking about thinking? About big questions and stuff?"

"Ew." She drops the book. "That sounds really boring. No wonder you were touching your pussy instead."

"I wasn't—" But I was. I literally was. My fingers are still wet. "Okay I was. But I didn't mean to! I was trying to read and my brain just kept... it's like my brain sends everything to my pussy now. Every thought just goes down there."

"Oh my God, same!" Kiki bounces. Her tits bounce with her. I stare at them. "My brain does that too! It's way better, right?"

"No! It's not better! I used to be able to read!"

"Could you though?" She tilts her head. Genuinely confused.

"YES! I could read whole books! Long ones! With tiny letters and no pictures!"

She gasps. "No pictures? That's so sad."

I open my mouth to argue and then close it because... she's kind of right? Books without pictures are kind of sad. All those words just sitting there being hard and confusing when they could be pretty colors instead.

No. No no no. That's not me. That's the... the thing that's happening to me. The spiral and the—

"Hey!" Kiki plops down on the arm of my chair. Her thigh presses against mine. Warm. "I have an idea! What if I quiz you?"

"Quiz me?"

"Yeah! Like, I ask you stuff and you answer and then we can see how smart you still are!" She claps her hands together. "It'll be like school!"

School. The word triggers something. A building. Hallways. A lecture hall where a man with silver at his temples—

My pussy clenches.

"Okay," I hear myself say. "Yeah. Okay. That might help."

Maybe if someone asks me questions I can find the answers. They're in there somewhere. Buried under all the pink and the warmth and the wet. I just need someone to dig them out.

Kiki pulls her legs up onto the chair, sitting cross-legged facing me. Her skirt rides up. She's not wearing underwear. I can see her pussy. It's smooth and pink and—

Focus.

"Okay okay okay." She taps her chin with the lollipop. "First question. Super easy. What's... um... two plus two?"

"Four." It comes out instantly. Relief floods through me. I still know things.

"Yay!" Kiki claps. Then she leans forward and kisses me on the lips. Quick and soft and sweet and my whole body lights up.

"Wh— what was that for?"

"You got it right! You get a kiss when you get it right!"

"I don't need a—"

"Next question! What's the capital of... um..." She scrunches her face. "France?"

"Paris."

"Ooh!" Another kiss. This one is a little longer. Her lips are so soft. She tastes like strawberry from the lollipop. My nipples tighten.

"Okay okay. What's... what year did... um..." She looks at the ceiling. "What year is it right now?"

"It's twenty twenty—" I stop. Twenty twenty... what? There's a number after that. I know there is. "Twenty twenty..."

"Take your time!"

"Twenty twenty... f..." No. Not f. "Twenty twenty..."

The number is gone. It was there this morning. I think. Was it? Do I remember this morning?

"I don't... I can't..."

"Aww." Kiki's face melts into sympathy. She leans in and kisses me again. Slow this time. Her tongue slides against my lower lip and I open for her without thinking and her tongue slips into my mouth and I moan.

She pulls back. "That's your wrong-answer kiss. So you still feel good even when you don't know stuff."

My head is buzzing. "That's not... that's not how quizzes work."

"It's how my quizzes work! Okay next one. What's... what was your major?"

"My major was..." I had one. I definitely had one. It was... something with letters and reading and... "Eng... Engl..."

"English?"

"Maybe? That sounds... it sounds like a word I would know..."

"What's English?"

I open my mouth. Close it. "It's... when you read the... the things. The books. And you write about... what the books mean?"

"Why would you write about what books mean? Books already mean what they mean."

"No, you like... you anal... analy..." The word is too long. "You think about them really hard."

"And that's fun?"

I try to remember if it was fun. I remember... a desk. Papers. A feeling in my chest like I'd figured something out. Pride?

But the memory is flat. Like a picture of a feeling instead of the feeling itself.

"I think it was?" I say. But I don't sound sure.

"Hmm." Kiki taps the lollipop against her lips. "Okay. What's... eight times seven?"

"Fifty... fif..." I count in my head. Eight times seven. Eight. Sixteen. Twenty-four. I lose track. Start over. Eight. Sixteen. I can feel each number slipping away as I reach for the next one. "Fifty... something?"

"I don't know either!" She kisses me. This time her hand lands on my thigh. High up. Her fingers are warm and my legs drift apart.

"Kiki..."

She kisses me deeper. Her hand slides higher. Her fingertips brush the edge of my pussy and I whimper into her mouth.

"Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?"

"Shake... Shakespeare!" The name bursts out of me and I feel a rush of triumph.

"Yay!" She kisses me and squeezes my boob at the same time and the triumph dissolves into a moan.

"What did Shakespeare write about?"

"He wrote about... love? And like... kings and stuff? And there were... plays? Where people..."

"Boring!" She pinches my nipple. I gasp. "Okay okay what about science. What's... um... what's DNA?"

"DNA is..." I know this. I learned this. It's in cells. It's the... "It's the... twisty... ladder... thing?"

"Oh my God, a twisty ladder?" She looks delighted. "That's so cute!"

"No, it's like... it tells your body how to... how to be? Like the instructions for..."

"Instructions for your body?" Her eyes go wide. "Like, instructions for your boobies?"

"I... I guess?"

"So DNA is why your boobies are so big?"

I look down at my tits. They're spilling out of my robe. So round. So heavy.

"I don't think that's how..."

But I can't finish the sentence because I genuinely don't know if that's how it works or not. The twisty ladder thing is getting fuzzier. I can picture it but I can't remember what it does.

"Next question! Spell 'necessary.'"

"N... E... C..." I stop. "N... E... S?" No. "N... E... C... E... S... S..."

Too many letters. They're jumbling up. I can't hold them in order. It's like trying to line up marbles on a slope.

"I can't," I whisper.

Kiss. Tongue. Her hand cups my pussy and I moan into her mouth and grind against her palm.

"Spell 'beautiful.'"

"B... E... A... U..." I'm grinding against her hand. "T... I..." Her finger slides between my folds. "F... uh... um..."

"You're doing so good!"

"I can't remember the rest." My hips are moving on their own. Her finger is teasing my entrance. "I used to... I could spell everything... I won a spelling bee in sixth grade..."

"What's a spelling bee?"

"It's where you... you stand up and... and someone says a word and you..." Her finger pushes inside me. Just the tip. "Oh God..."

"And you what?"

"You... you spell it... and if you get it right you..." Deeper. "You stay... and if you... ohhhh..."

"That sounds really hard. You must have been so smart."

"I was." My voice cracks. "I was so smart, Kiki. I was the smartest girl in my class and now I can't... I can't even..."

"Shhhh." She kisses my cheek. Her finger slides all the way in and I arch my back. "It's okay. Being smart was so hard, right? All that thinking and worrying and remembering stuff?"

"Uh huh." I'm nodding. Tears are pricking my eyes but my pussy is clenching around her finger and I don't know which feeling is bigger.

"And now you don't have to do any of that." Her thumb finds my clit. Slow circles. "Isn't that better?"

"I don't... I don't know..."

"I think you do know." She adds a second finger. "I think your pussy knows."

My pussy does know. My pussy knows everything now. It's the smartest part of me.

"Okay!" Kiki pulls her fingers out and I actually cry out. "I just had the best idea!"

"Wha— no, don't stop—"

"I know what you know!" She's bouncing again. Tits everywhere. "You don't know boring stuff anymore but you know fun stuff!"

She hops off the chair and disappears. I'm left there panting, robe destroyed, pussy throbbing, two seconds from just finishing myself off when she comes bouncing back in carrying a pink bag.

She dumps it on the floor between my legs.

Sex toys.

A whole collection. Different shapes and sizes and colors. Vibrators and dildos and things I don't have names for and things I—

Wait.

I do have names for them.

"Okay!" Kiki holds up a slim pink vibrator with a curved tip. "What's this?"

"That's a rabbit vibe." The answer comes instantly. No hesitation. No fumbling. "The curved part goes on your clit and you can like, adjust the speed with the button on the bottom."

Kiki squeals. "YES! See? You're so smart!"

She kisses me hard. Tongue and teeth and I moan.

She holds up the next one. Purple. Thick. Ridged.

"G-spot dildo," I say. "The ridges make it feel all bumpy inside you and you angle it up toward your belly button and it hits the—" I shiver. "The spot."

"Oh my God, you're like a genius!"

Another kiss. My pussy is dripping. I can feel it pooling on the leather.

She holds up a small silver thing with a flared base.

"Butt plug." No hesitation. "You use lots of lube and go slow and it feels really full and it makes your pussy tighter when something else is inside you at the same time."

"GABBY!" She's clapping. "You're so smart about this stuff!"

I am. I really am. The answers are just there. Crystal clear. No fumbling, no fading, no trying to grab letters that slip away. I know every toy. I know what it does. I know how it feels.

Kiki holds up a thick realistic dildo. Flesh colored. Veiny.

"That's a—" My mouth waters. "That's an eight-inch realistic with a suction cup base. You can stick it to the floor or the wall and ride it."

"Show me?"

"What?"

She licks the suction cup and sticks it to the leather ottoman in front of my chair. It stands straight up. Thick and hard and glistening with her spit.

"Show me how smart you are, Gabby."

I stare at it. My pussy clenches. Hard.

"I..."

"You know exactly what to do with it. I can tell."

I do. I know exactly what to do with it. My body knows. My hips are already shifting forward.

"We should keep quizzing," I say weakly. "I should practice the... the brain stuff..."

"This IS brain stuff!" Kiki picks up the rabbit vibe and clicks it on. It buzzes in her hand. "Every time you show me how a toy works, you're proving how smart you are!"

That... that logic doesn't... does it?

She presses the vibrating tip against my nipple and every thought about logic evaporates.

"Ohhhhh..."

"See? You know exactly how this feels. You know what speed is best. You know where it goes." She trails it down my stomach. "All that smart stuff about books and math? That was taking up space. Now you have room for the important stuff."

The vibrator traces down my belly. Over my hip. Along the crease of my thigh. So close to my pussy but not touching it and I'm squirming, chasing it.

"Please..."

"Tell me what this one does first." She holds up a small curved thing with two prongs.

"Clit sucker," I gasp. "It uses air pulses to— to simulate oral and you put it right over your— please Kiki please just touch me—"

She presses the rabbit vibe against my clit.

My whole body jerks. The vibration is intense and perfect and I grab the arms of the chair and my tits bounce and I'm making sounds, high desperate sounds.

She increases the speed.

"FUCK!" My hips buck. "Kiki— I'm gonna—"

She pulls the vibe away.

"No!" I actually sob. "No no no please—"

"Not yet, silly!" She boops my nose. "We're still quizzing!"

I'm shaking. My clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. I was right there. Right on the edge. And she just—

"What's this?" She holds up a leather strap with a round ball in the middle.

"Ball gag," I whimper. "Goes in your mouth so you can't talk and you drool everywhere and it's—" My pussy clenches. "It's so hot."

She presses the vibe against me again. Lower speed. Just enough to make me squirm but not enough to cum.

Speed up. My eyes roll back.

"And this?" I can barely see. Something pink and curved.

"Prostate— no. No that's a— it's a—" The vibration is scrambling me. "Wand attachment. Goes on the head of a wand vibrator for— for pinpoint stim— stimu—"

"Stimulation?"

"Yeah that word." I'm panting. Drooling a little. "Kiki please I need to cum so bad please please—"

"One more!" She holds up a thick glass dildo. Clear with pink swirls inside.

"Glass dildo," I moan. "You can put it in hot water or cold water to change the temperature and it's so smooth and it hits every spot and you can see through it when it's inside you if you look with a mirror and—"

"You're SO smart, Gabby!" She pushes the vibe hard against my clit and my vision goes white around the edges.

"Please let me cum please let me cum please—"

"Get on the dildo first."

The suction cup one. On the ottoman. I look at it through tear-blurred eyes. Thick and hard and waiting.

I slide off the chair. My legs are jelly. I straddle the ottoman and I can feel the tip of the dildo pressing against my entrance and I'm so wet it's obscene. I can hear how wet I am.

I sink down.

"Ohhhhhhh..."

It stretches me open. Thick and hard and every inch fills me up more and more and I can feel it so deep and my tits are bouncing as I lower myself and Kiki is watching with her lollipop and her big empty pretty eyes.

I take all of it. Sitting on the ottoman with a fake cock buried inside me and my pussy stretched and full and throbbing.

"Now ride it," Kiki whispers. "And I'll help."

She clicks on the rabbit vibe. Presses it against my clit.

I start to move.

Up and down. Slow at first. Feeling every inch slide out and then push back in. The ridges. The thickness. The vibe on my clit buzzing and buzzing. My tits bouncing with every thrust.

"What's your name?" Kiki asks.

"Gabby." No hesitation. Not Gabrielle. Gabby.

"What's your major?"

"Don't... don't have one..." I'm riding faster. "Don't go to school..."

"What's two plus two?"

"Ff... four?"

"What's eight times seven?"

"I don't... ahhh... I don't know..."

"What's a rabbit vibrator?"

"Curved tip— clit stimulation— adjustable speed— oh GOD—"

I'm bouncing now. Really bouncing. The wet sounds are filling the library. Slap slap slap of my ass against the leather and the squelch of my pussy around the dildo and the buzz of the vibe and my moaning. So much moaning.

Kiki pushes the vibe harder. Increases the speed.

"What's DNA?"

"I don't— what?"

"Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?"

"I— someone— a guy—"

"What's the best position for a suction cup dildo?"

"Reverse cowgirl on a hard surface so you can control the depth and angle with your thighs and lean back to hit your g-spot!" I'm screaming it. Every word perfect. Every word clear.

"GOOD GIRL!"

I cum.

It hits me like a wall. My whole body locks up and I slam down on the dildo and my pussy clamps so hard I can feel my heartbeat in it. My mouth opens but nothing comes out. Just air. Just nothing. My eyes go back in my head and I can feel it—something letting go. Something in my brain just... releasing. Like a knot untying. Like a door opening and everything behind it just pouring out.

Facts. Dates. Names. Formulas. Books I read. Papers I wrote. The spelling of "necessary." The year I was born. My mother's middle name. The capital of—

Gone.

Pouring out of me like my brain is cumming too. Like every clench of my pussy squeezes another thought out and it drips away and what's left is warm and pink and empty and so so so good.

I cum again. Stacked right on top of the first one. My body convulses and I'm screaming now, really screaming, and Kiki doesn't let up with the vibe. She holds it right on my clit and I can feel another orgasm building on top of the one that's still happening.

"Let it go, Gabby," she coos. "Let all that silly smart stuff just drip right out of your pretty little pussy."

Third orgasm. My vision goes white. Then pink. My thighs are shaking so hard I can't hold myself up and I collapse forward, the dildo still inside me, my tits smashed against the ottoman, my ass in the air, trembling and twitching and cumming and cumming.

Each orgasm takes something.

I can feel them going. Little pops of light behind my eyes. Each one was a thing I knew. A thing I learned. A thing I worked for.

Pop. Gone.

Pop. Gone.

Pop. Gone.

And what fills the empty spaces isn't nothing. It's warm. It's pink. It's soft and sweet and it feels like being wrapped in cotton candy. It feels like floating. It feels like the best thing I've ever felt.

Better than any grade.

Better than any A+.

Better than being smart ever felt.

Kiki turns off the vibe. I'm lying on the ottoman. Twitching. The dildo is still inside me and my pussy keeps squeezing it in little aftershocks and each one sends another ripple of warm empty pink through my head.

I'm drooling on the leather. I can feel it on my chin. I don't care.

"Gabby?" Kiki's voice is far away. Sweet. "You okay?"

I try to answer. My mouth moves but what comes out is just: "Mmmmhhhh."

"How do you feel?"

I feel... I feel...

"Good," I mumble. "Feel really really good."

"What's two plus two?"

I think about it. I really try. Two and then two more and that's...

"...a number?"

Kiki giggles. "Close enough! What's your name?"

"Gabby."

"What do you like?"

"Cumming." No hesitation. "And boobies. And sucking cock. And toys. And Kiki. And Master."

"What's the capital of France?"

"..."

"What year is it?"

"..."

"What's your last name?"

I blink. My last name. I have one. Everyone has one. It starts with... it starts...

"Dunno," I say. And I smile. Because I don't know and that's okay. Not knowing is easy. Not knowing means I don't have to hold onto anything. I can just be here. On this ottoman. Full and warm and empty and happy.

Kiki strokes my hair. "You did so good on your quiz."

"I did?"

"You got all the important ones right."

I got all the important ones right. The toys. The positions. The feelings. The stuff that matters.

The other stuff... the books and the numbers and the letters...

Who needs it?

I giggle. It comes out bubbly and light. My tits press against the leather and it feels nice so I wiggle a little and they squish and I giggle again.

"Kiki?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we do another quiz later?"

She beams at me. "Totally! I have way more toys to show you."

I smile. Big and dopey. Cum is drying on my thighs. My pussy is still twitching. My brain is warm and quiet and empty.