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At the dinner table, the simmering sexual energy between the four of us had calmed down a lot, which was nice. As much as I wanted to do everything with all five of these women, I honestly didn’t have many friends, so it was pleasant to just talk with friendly people…friendly people I would be fucking soon, but still.

Eve was on the other side of me from Yara, with Emma on Yara's right. We had eaten some of Wendy and Brenda's excellent cooking. "So…tell us more about what you like."

“Me?” I looked around.

“Yes, Vi, you. You’re the newbie here, what are you into?” Eve popped a seared scallop into her mouth.

“Well, I sort of enjoy spanking, and nipple play, and I’m not opposed to being tied?—“

Eve kicked my shin playfully. “—oh my god, Vi, I meant like what hobbies do you have?” She laughed as I blushed hard.

“But…well-noted.” Emma chimed in.

“Uh, right, well, I like to do a lot of craft stuff, like knit and crochet and things like that, but I do love reading as well, I spend a lot of my free time either doing something with my hands or my eyes.” I said.

“I guarantee this weekend you won’t have a lack of things to do with either of those.” Wendy giggled. She leaned over and kissed Emma, who was sitting next to her. Wendy was so giving and amorous, I loved to see it and knew she and I would spend a lot of time together.

“What do you do for work, Vi?” Eve said, leaning in, her coppery hair shimmering in the perfect lighting.

“I wish I had a fun, exciting job like Wendy or Brenda, but I’m a programmer at Silver Arrow.”

Emma perked up and pursed her lips, examining me. “I hadn’t pegged you as a coder, Vi…what languages?”

“Well, Emma, I’m sure we’ll get to the pegging me part later tonight…” I paused for laughter, which I got. Emma gave me an extra bit of a smile, letting me know she let me walk right into that one. “…but, JavaScript mostly.”

“God…you are a masochist, aren’t you?” Emma said.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at the inside joke only Emma and I got. “Oh? And what superior language are you going to tell me you use?”

“C sharp, mostly.”

“Oh, and I’m the masochist?” Emma and I shared another giggle, but I could tell we were losing the rest of the crowd. “What about all of you, other than Yara, I guess. What do you all like to do?”

“Oh, my main hobby actually is fucking.” Emma said.

Yara gave Emma a sharp look, and then shrugged. Emma looked a little abashed, but then everyone was laughing.

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.