Whose is this?

I mutter to myself as I find a flowery, thick notebook on the table next to me in the library. I didn’t think I remembered anyone sitting there, but I was probably just absorbed in my book. I checked in the first page, and lo and behold, it had their student ID and dorm number. Rather than putting it in the lost and found, I figured it’d be easier to just drop it off to them. It was practically on the way to my dorm anyway, and it’d save the faculty a bit of trouble.

I lightly knocked on her door, a little nervous for a reason I couldn’t exactly explain. I was definitely not the most outgoing and social person, but I should be able to handle this..

The door opened to reveal an incredibly tall (at least to my 5'2” stature) goth girl, dressed in an off-the-shoulder lace-up dress that felt far too fancy to be something you just sit at home and wear, but who was I to judge? Even just an initial scan of her skinny body made my head feel a little fuzzy, but I chalked it up to nervousness.

“Can I help you?” The young woman clad in black gently said, her voice smooth and breathy in a way that caught me off guard.

“Yes! Um.. sorry to bother you; I just found your notebook in the library, and I thought I should return it to you..”

“Oh, well that’s certainly more convenient than having to wait days for the lost and found to track me down,” she said with a charming voice, her lips curving up slightly into a half smile. “I’m Brenna, by the way,” she giggled as she introduced herself.

“That’s what I thought too!” I claimed, a little loudly, while fervently nodding; glad that she doesn’t think I’m a complete weirdo for showing up at her doorstep. “I’m Kosuke. It’s great to meet you, Brenna.” I said slowly, articulating her name as a light pink dusts my cheeks.

“You must be tired from coming all this way,” she gently cooed as her top slid down ever so slightly in my peripheral vision. “Do you want to come in for just a second? I have to thank you somehow.” She lightly giggled, not exactly waiting for an answer as she tenderly grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside.

“Oh–”

“Just make yourself at home. I’ll join you on the couch in a second, okay, cutie~?” she melodically spoke as she kept true to her word, joining me on the couch, her milky thigh brushing against my leg as she handed me a glass of water.

“Thank you..” I said gratefully, trailing off as I felt her arm wrap around my shoulders, a musk seeping out of the pit of her arm as she got infinitesimally closer on the couch.

“Tell me, Kosuke, what do you like to do when you’re not delivering lost notebooks back to people?” I felt her voice right next to my ear, and it sent delicate tingles down my spine. “You seem a little tense, Kosuke..” she pointed out.

“Sorry! I guess it’s just.. I’m not used to things like this..” I blushed a little bit, my shoulders tensing even just a little bit more. “I’m honestly a little boring.. but.. I guess I read.. a lot. Like, I’m one of those people that reads textbooks for fun.” I babbled slightly, those same tense shoulders starting to lower themselves as we got into a comfortable topic for me.

“Boring?” She tilted her head, laughing softly in a way that made her chest rise a little, my eyes darting there uncontrollably before rapidly flicking back to her eyes. “Kosuke, reading is not boring in the slightest. Readers are so… imaginative… open… so readily available to get lost in something you like.”

“You think so?” I blush slightly, my eyes widening as a light smile blooms on my face.

“Oh, yes, I do~” she giggled lightly, her voice dropping ever so slightly and becoming just a tad breathier. “You see, Kosuke, readers are so good at focusing.. I think that’s quite admirable. It’s a skill to be able to just get absorbed in a book and then..” she lightly snaps near my ear. “Poof– it’s like two hours have passed.”

“Right..” I say as my eyes dilate just slightly. The snap rang through my ears, but I filed it away.

She shifts closer now, her breasts pressed gently on my arm in a way that made them nearly unavoidable.

“Eyes up here, cutie.” She giggled teasingly as her slender, cool fingers tilted my chin up, her now brooding eyes boring into mine as my eyes refocused.

I hadn’t even realized I was staring.

“I’m-”

“Shh, cutie, no need to apologize..” I felt one of those same slender fingers gently brush across my lips, her black, acrylic nails tickling the bridge of my nose. “Your eyes naturally gravitate to things that you like. There’s not an ounce of shame in that.” She paused for just a moment, her other hand gently scratching in my hair, her long nails sending more tingles down my overstimulated spine. “It’s just like getting into a good book. Letting every single word wash over you… so captivated… so easy to let go of everything else.”

That musky scent was overpowering now, and with every sniff, it felt like it was wafting directly into my brain and tenderly plucking away my thoughts one by one. The feeling was pleasant. Almost too pleasant.

“It’s… really hard to keep my head up…” I admitted, not even responding to what she said before. That was all… too complicated.

“Then let go.” She plainly stated, and it was the easiest concept in the world. I felt her gently guide my head onto her collarbone, taking on all of my weight now as my body was effortlessly shifted into her lap, my shorter frame melding against hers. That scent was no longer a smell, it was scripture. Her hands continued to scratch in my hair, and I involuntarily let out a happy sigh, my eyes feeling so heavy.

“Notice how each breath makes you feel so much better, and how feeling better makes it harder to think? It’s a precious cycle, Kosuke, just like breathing in and out. So easy, isn’t it? Rising and falling. Washing old thoughts away, taking new, better ones in.”

There was no longer just a haze over my mind, but an entire cloud. The same fluffy cloud that it felt like I was floating on; so weightless, so safe, so held.

“That’s it, good puppy.” Her words wash through my ears like silk, every word like stepping into a warm bath, like home. It was hard to perceive my weight moving until I felt her breath mingling with mine, our lips so close that I could smell the faint rosy scent of her black lipstick. “You’re so deep you don’t even know how to kiss… but you don’t need to know; don’t need to think; just need to feel. Need to feel my lips on yours, don’t you, needy puppy?”

Before I could even attempt to formulate an answer, her soft lips answered for me by so reverently pressing on mine, gradually deepening the kiss, humming against my mouth, her wet tongue mapping out all the different places of a mouth that used to be mine.

“And every kiss sinks you deeper, doesn’t it?” she says as we take a breath before instantly going back in.

“Deeper into me..”

Kiss..

“Into my control..”

Kiss..

“Into this feeling of being completely..”

Kiss..

“And utterly..”

Kiss..

“..mine.”

Before I could even dare to resist, she captures my lips harder–longer this time–hungrier, deeper, commanding, taking what’s rightfully hers. She pulls back some time later, my brain too spacey to have a concept of time.

“Listen to my heart, Kosuke..” she says softly as she pulls me so tenderly against her cleavage, my cheek rustling the thin fabric as…

Thump… thump… thump…

“So steady… so easy… let it anchor you even deeper into this pleasurable, blank place.”

She just lets me exist there for a little while, so blissfully entranced.

“So completely mine that any thoughts I wanted to put in that adorable little brain of yours would just slide right in… or even any thoughts I wanted to delete. The idea of your thoughts, your memories being deleted is so hot to you, isn’t it Kosuke? Letting me hold onto the complicated memories that we’ve made today feels so much easier, doesn’t it?”

Blank.

I felt her gently slide her soft hand into my pants, wrapping around my erection. “With every..” I felt her go from the tip to the base so slowly. “..stroke. You’ll forget so much.”

“Forgetting the notebook…”

Stroke…

“...why you came here.”

Stroke…

“...my name.”

Stroke…

“...this room.”

Stroke…

“That’s it. Let it all drain away.”

I tense, feeling myself get so close so quickly as her fingers make quick work of me with every single…

Stroke…

“Let it all drain away until everything that’s left is a feeling… a feeling you can never explain… one that makes your heart pulse whenever you walk by this room… me… anything that reminds me of you…”

Stroke…

Faster.

Stroke…

“Let it all drain away as you cum… cum so hard for me, cutie~”

—

What the hell was I in this hall for, anyway?

Down the corridor, a door clicks open, a sweet voice calling out. “Hey - you okay? You looked a little lost..”

I turn around to the voice, and the girl is unimaginably cute. Something about her felt very captivating…

“These halls can be so confusing if you don’t live here!” she cooed. “I’m Brenna, by the way. From Room 314.”