Nerds Rule!: Fansexual

Lilly Ford and Jill Kassidy have been tight for years. Two comic heads. Two sci-fi junkies. But they bleed different series. Wastelands for Lilly. Future Darkly for Jill. Tonight it's Lilly's pick. She's grinning like she just won the lottery, legs pulled up under her, remote in one fist. Jill slouches next to her, lids half-down, already bored before they hit play. "If you love science fiction so much, we should watch Future Darkly," Jill drawls. She swipes the remote with a smirk and flips the show before Lilly can protest. She wants Michael Vegas. Clear shot. Lilly's face twists. "You just wanna look at his body and that stupid sexy hair. Meanwhile Kenna, April and Abigail got bodies that could break the internet and they actually matter." Jill rolls her eyes when Lilly keeps going on about how the women are strong and powerful and fine as hell. Jill doesn't need a lecture on girl power; she wants Michael barking orders while the girls fold for him. Lilly huffs. That's the whole problem. The networks crank that weak shit out nonstop. Wastelands is different because Kenna's character actually punched a robot through a wall. Jill's grin slides slow across her mouth. "You a lesbian?" Lilly flushes red to the ears. She fumbles, says no, she just loves the show. Then she doubles down. "You gotta admit Abigail bossing everybody around is hot as fuck." The words hang a second. Jill tilts her head and shrugs. Maybe. Still thinks Michael beats it, though. But then she adds, quieter, that she liked that skin-tight black suit Abigail wore, and her palm drifts up her own stomach like she's remembering the feel. Lilly's eyes pop. She jumps on it, pushes. Jill cracks after a breath. She admits she got herself off once thinking about Abigail. Lilly practically levitates. She's not the only perv in the room. Jill laughs, says they turned eighteen, so fuck it, they can do whatever. Lilly's smirk goes crooked. Maybe Jill's been picturing things the two of them could try together. Jill meets her stare. Yeah. She has. Then she lets it drop: she's always wanted to kiss a girl. Lilly grins wicked. Calls her out again, says maybe Jill's the secret lesbian. Jill doesn't bite, just says she's down to find out. The air thickens. They inch closer. Breathy Wastelands lines and Future Darkly quips trade back and forth, both of them half-laughing, half-burning, until mouths meet and the chatter dies. Hands pull shirts over heads. Bras snap free. Lips close around hard nipples. They taste each other's skin, fingers sinking lower. Tongues slip between thighs, wet and greedy. Hips grind, slick heat on slick heat, tribbing until the orgasm rips through both of them hard enough to shake the couch. They may never agree on the best show, but they sure as hell agree they'll fuck again.