Nerds Rule!: Fansexual

Lilly Ford and Jill Kassidy sit close on the couch, their favourite comic-shop tees half-hidden under blankets. Lilly bounces, already flushed, while Jill slumps with a half-smile, thumb hovering on the remote. "Put on Future Darkly," Jill drawls. "At least Michael Vegas looks good naked." Lilly’s mouth falls open. "You just want him for the hair and the abs. Me? I’m here for Kenna, April, Abigail—those girls own every scene." "They’re not owning Michael," Jill shoots back, switching the menu with a grin. Lilly folds her arms, defensive. "Kenna punched a robot through concrete last season. That’s owning something." Jill studies her. "You sure you’re not just hot for the girls?" Colour rushes up Lilly’s neck. "I like the story," she insists, then softens. "But… Abigail in charge? That’s sexy as hell." Silence. Jill’s grin turns slow. "Her catsuit did look painted on," she admits, fingers tracing her own thigh without thinking. Lilly catches it. "You touched yourself thinking about her, didn’t you?" Jill shrugs, owning it. "Maybe once." She leans closer, eyes steady. "We’re eighteen. We can do whatever we want." Lilly’s laugh is breathless. "Like kiss a girl?" "Exactly like that," Jill answers, closing the gap. They taste cherry lip balm and laughter, swapping lines from rival shows between kisses. Shirts slip off. Lilly’s small, pale breasts rise to Jill’s tongue; Jill’s fuller ones warm Lilly’s palms. Fingers slide under waistbands, find slick heat, circle and dip until both girls are gasping. Soon hips grind together, clits slipping in a steady rhythm, until pleasure breaks sharp and bright and leaves them trembling, still tangled, already hungry for the next round.