One that asks whether girls think with their pussies

“Oh… Here’s one that makes me question whether our education system is properly teaching adolescents what they need to know about sex.” Susan stated as her eyes roamed across her laptop, silently reading was what displayed. Trevor chuckled next to her as he caught glimpses of what she was seeing. “Those poor kids…”

“Well,” Troy began, sitting up in his seat, intrigued. “Don’t leave us hanging Susan. What does it say?”

She blinked once, making sure she understood what she was reading, before speaking. “Are girls prone to falling into a horny haze and start thinking exclusively with their pussies?”

There was a low chuckle from the group of students, the only sound heard as they fell into silence. It quickly turned awkward when no one took the initiative in answering the question. The moment only passed when Ryan, who still stood before the whiteboard, cleared his throat.

“Um… Yes. I mean… Uh-“ He scanned the room, eyes darting from one member to the next. “How exact is that a failure for the education system?”

Susan shot him a look that warned him that he was treading on icy territory. “How!? It’s such a recurring occurrence for girls, teenagers shouldn’t have to resort to asking questions on the internet to know how to deal with them.”

Liz nodded along with Susan’s argument, agreeing full-heartedly. “Gosh, I remember my first one.” She scoffed, thinking back. “My mom hadn’t explained them to me yet, and I was terrified when it happened. Thank god I was at home and my parents quickly found me when I became unresponsive. I don’t know how else I would’ve handled it.”

Next to her, Troy raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean parents don’t teach their daughters how to deal with horny hazes?”

“No, they do.” Susan countered, leaning back into her chair. “It’s just… How can you properly prepare for losing most of your brain function and be reduced to a drooling, horny mess?”

“Remember Troy, we don’t know much about the phenomenon.” Ryan began, entering his familiar tutor mode. “Or why it happens, for that matter. What is known is that the reason why girls lose most of their motor functions is because the vagina, unlike the brain, doesn’t have a proper nervous system - nor is it equipped for high thinking. Biologically speaking, a vagina’s purpose is to easily mate with a partner and so when it takes over, a girl’s singular focus shifts towards sex.”

“Yeah, it’s great!” Trevor chimed in for the first time since the conversation started, large grin plastered on his face. “Their entire body becomes aroused; nipples hard, cunt wet… They even start drooling which makes it perfect for a sloppy blowjob, if you don’t mind doing most of the hard work anyway.”

Susan rolled her eyes, evidently displeased. “You would only think about taking advantage of a girl in that state Trevor. You’re disgusting. You don’t know what it’s like.”

The man in question simply raised in hands in silent defense. Across from her, Troy spoke up once more. “Do you mind explaining it to us?” He asked, innocently.

“Not at all!” She said, nodding. “It’s the least I can do, given that we’re talking about it. Besides, our professor did a poor job of describing it.” She paused, thinking deeply for a quick moment. “It always starts the same: You become hyper aware of all the men around you. And I use men loosely because it’s not even them, it’s about their dicks. Ryan was right in saying we lose our ability to think critically, but that isn’t to say we stop thinking at all – we’re just no longer using our brains to do so. Our pussy’s in charge instead. Which means, we’re looking for dick. Our body effectively becomes a tool for find it.”

The girl paused once more, idly tapping a finger on a chin as she looked for the proper words. “Liz, am I properly explain- Oh no.”

At that, the three men in the room all turned to look at the other girl, only now realizing that she had long since gone quiet. Justifiably so – the girl’s eyes had dulled out, losing the alertness that had been there before. What awareness she did have was spent shuffling her gaze between Troy, Trevor, and Ryan, the girl’s eyes bouncing from one crotch to the next. Still sitting in her chair, she was idly squeezing her thighs together and repeatedly loosening her grip, her hands clearly searching for something to hold. Her mouth, which was currently open and agape, did nothing to stop the tiny bit of drool that had escaped from her lips and dripped down to her chin.

"Holy shit!" Troy exclaimed, jumping back a little. "Liz just fell into one!"