Emma pushed her glasses up her nose again, the frames slightly too large for her face. “Ok, to qualify that, I love studying and writing about sex, and going to kink clubs or other subculture things…and, yes, I have a ton of sex.”

"Just girls, or…?" I said, intrigued by the sex fiend beneath Emma's nerdy surface.

"Nope, anyone. Girls, guys, trans, non-binary…if you have parts, I can and will enjoy sex with you." Emma looked up as a thought sprung into her head, her glasses gleaming in the lights, "actually, genitals aren't even a necessity, I've had amazing sexual experiences with people without any." Emma looked down, and it seemed like the thought gave her a bit of a thrill as she remembered it.

"And she has her big book…right, Em?" Eve said, leaning across the table to look at her friend.

Emma rolled her eyes, suddenly shy from the attention, which, considering the subject matter, was a little surprising. "I didn't know this was interrogate Emma night…" She laughed a little, but I could tell there was some truth to the annoyance.

"I'm, um…really interested, if you want to talk about it." I said, smiling. There was something about Emma that was so enticing to me. The idea of a nerdy, unassuming girl, I guess a lot like myself, being so into and voraciously pursuing sex, had me enthralled.

Emma blushed again and then pushed her glasses up. "Oh…well…it's not a big deal or anything. I'm not sure what Eve meant…" Emma paused for a moment, then took a drink from her glass. "It's a diary, I guess a pretty detailed one, of every sexual encounter I have. With stats, if I can get them."

I raised an eyebrow. "So…you'll be documenting all of this?"

"Of course. In detail. If you want to know how many orgasms I have by the end of the night, I'd be happy to tell you."

"Umm…" I laughed, "I would actually really, really like to know that." I said.

Yara looked at me, a warm smile on her face. She could tell I was utterly smitten by Emma, and I wasn't even doing much to hide it because why would I? I was going to fuck her, I didn't need to act coy like I was hard to get…so I didn't.

"Oh really? Hmm, well, that would be fun, then, I guess." Emma grinned at me, her lips pressing together into a smirk. She seemed pleased that I wanted to know about her.

"Vi's a programmer, it's not much of a shock she's into sex nerds." Yara said.

I shrugged and looked at Emma, silently telling her I wanted to produce some data that was more than a few standard deviations beyond the median, if she knew what I meant…and I knew she did, because she was a massive nerd, just like the kind of person who would make such a cringey joke.

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