Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds by F. Leonora Solomon

to know.
    “What?”
    “Do you want—”
    “Slow,” she whispered, pushing her hips against his hand while he clasped his teeth onto her nipple. Now, that was something new. She’d seen it in porn but she’d never been able to do it to herself. Not enough flexibility in her neck.
    Before she could moan another groan she came. Hot, blinding, and wet. The release gushed out of her. She pushed his drenched fingers back.
    “Oh my God,” she cried after her head reentered her body. “I got your jeans all wet.”
    He tugged at her hips, preventing her from getting up.
    “Don’t worry.” He pulled her against his chest. “Relax,” he whispered, lying next to her. “It’s natural. Ride the wave.”
    She closed her eyes and tucked her head under his chin.
    “I hope you don’t smell like sex when you’re out twister hunting tomorrow.”
    He nudged her. “I hope I do. The guys will be jealous.”
    “Nobody’s getting action among you Ph.D.s?” She nudged him back.
    “What do you think?” He pressed his erection against her hip. “We’re nerds. Throw in six weeks of living in fifty square feet and you’ve got guys hard as a slide rule twenty-four seven.”
    “What about a motel?” she asked, pulling at his pants. The damn zipper was stuck so she yanked and was rewarded with the most joyful penis she’d seen in a long time. No more dating forty-year-olds. Tiffany was done with fumbling hands and slacker erections.
    “Woo-hoo,” she cheered just as the tornado siren went off. Then, “Dammit. Don’t I ever get a break?” she asked the gods. “Don’t I ever get a few moments of fulfilling penetration?”
    “Fricking A, there’s a problem with my data,” Cyrus complained while pulling up his pants. Bryant was already coming down the hall as Tiffany jumped behind the couch.
    “Hey, Bryant,” Cyrus said, climbing over the cushions. He reached for her son’s shoulders, turning him towards the door. “Show me your storm shelter.”
    “We don’t have one.”
    “What?” Cyrus swung his head towards Tiffany—thankfully she had her sweats on and T-shirt almost over her head. The bra would have to wait. “What do you mean, no shelter?”
    “I’m not made of money,” she muttered as a sound like a freight train roared outside. Since she didn’t live anywhere near the tracks, it could only mean one thing. Her luck had run out—prayers and a sprinkler system made no difference. Plus it looked like Cyrus’s Doppler wasn’t going to help them either.
    Cyrus pulled on her arm and grabbed Bryant’s hand. “To the Vortex Vehicle.”
    While hunkered down surrounded by a tonnage of metal, Tiffany watched her cottage blow away, along with that forty-dollar bra. Probably the only thing of value she lost in the storm. After it was over, like Dorothy, Tiffany embarked on a journey. But instead of having the Tin Man, Lion, and Scarecrow at her side, she had Cyrus and Bryant.
    Her soon-to-be husband found her heart through love, then her intelligence, because he insisted she go back to school. And to top it all off, he gave her the courage to demand sexual satisfaction. She just wished she hadn’t lost that bra because she would have liked to worn it on her honeymoon.

See You At the Conference

Conventional Loving
    by Raven de Hart
    Four a.m. Time to pack. So what if I already hit the snooze button two—three—five—a whole bunch of times? That didn’t make it any easier to drag my butt out of bed. Still, it was con day, and if I put off leaving much longer, I’d end up stuck in registration for three hours and miss my first panel—and there was no way in hell I was going to miss the Michio Kaku panel on string theory.
    No way in hell.
    Yeah, I go to cons—what can I say? Fantasy and sci-fi is where I fit in best. No, I’m not the weirdo who runs around in a cape and tights—
    Well, not since I was fifteen, and that was more than five years ago, so I don’t think anyone would recognize me if a