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Outta luck after all, huh. Raven locks of hair swept down over one of the scene girl’s eyes, and Kelly blew that fringe of her bangs up with an annoyed puff of her lip. Fuck.

She resentfully kicked at one of the discarded pamphlets littering the main lobby as she surveyed the aftermath of AnimeCon’s first day. The skylights had long since fallen dark and the tempestuous sea of convention attendees, once hundreds thick, had since dwindled down to bare dregs. Scattered groups still wandered about, and a handful of dedicated fans could be found in many of the panel rooms, but that unique, bustling and excited energy from before was gone. Voices that had earlier been lost in the harsh, discordant hum of innumerable conversations now echoed individually down the halls, giving the enormous open space that eerie after-hours quality.

S’gonna be a looong night, Kelly thought as she squeezed a little plush ball she’d found. It was a stuffed sphere stitched in bright fabric someone had left behind, fashioned to resemble one of the iconic capture traps from Monster Battlers.

Seems like dumb high schoolers are the only ones left in the lobby... just a buncha little bitches, all excited to be out late with their friends unsupervised, she thought, frowning.

Her plan had been to tease, flirt, and finagle her way into the hotel room of some agreeable convention chump, because otherwise—she didn’t have a place to stay. There should have been any number of dorks eager to play white knight and rescue her from her predicament, and finding and sweet-talking some naive nerd should’ve been all too easy for Kelly... but the rising temperatures of her own libido were their own source of consternation.

She was horny as hell, but lowering her standards that far just wasn’t something she was capable of without some substantial alcoholic assistance. After all, her mental representations of ‘weeaboo suckers I can fleece,’ and ‘attractive guys I wanna fuck,’ formed a Venn diagram without much overlapping area, and it seemed like the last of her opportunities had slipped through her fingers.

It didn’t help that appearances weren’t her only criteria in a place like this. She needed a guy with some teeth; someone who could prove himself, set himself apart from the tepid herd of beta-male herbivores. And of course, as soon as she found a suitable one, wouldn’t raunchy sex be a great way to show appreciation towards her chivalrous benefactor? To her dismay, the few decent-looking ones she’d spotted today in AnimeCon’s wilderness of horrors either hadn’t had the guts to approach her, or had surprisingly vigilant cosplayer girlfriends.

Shoulda stuck with Brian and the weird little weeb girl after all, Kelly realized in exasperation. If some of those other guys would’ve just put in a trifling, token amount of fuckin’ effort... Ugh. A quick fix, that’s all I need—a quick fuck to clear my mind a bit. Some rough, hard sex.

She’d been unbearably turned most of the day, squeezing her thighs together in a vain attempt to suppress an aching emptiness that demanded some serious attention. She’d caught her hands drifting south of their own accord a few times already, and only her own sense of righteous indignation had so far stopped her from retreating to a restroom stall and finger-banging some of that sexual tension right out of herself. I’m like a fuckin’ goddess here! Having to frig myself, here of all places, would be... pathetic.

There was definitely an alluring charm to the beautiful scene girl. Fluffy black hair flowed down her head in luxurious layers beside her lovely neck; choppy razored ends tracing along her collarbones. Thick black liner, long lashes, and red-hued eyeshadow emphasized her amber-brown eyes, and that slight, exquisite curve of her cheekbones seemed to naturally provoke her face into a sassy smile.

The smooth, pale skin of her bare shoulders and neck was inviting, and the soft line of her cleavage captivating, disappearing deep into the low cut of her tank top between the indulgent bulges of her breasts. Unfettered by the likes of a bra, these full, rounded shapes subtly nodded and swayed as she walked. Even her stride was erotic, an unhurried, languid rolling of her hips and clap of her skate shoes across the convention center’s carpeting.

...On the other hand, can I really blame them? They’re convention nerds, and well, I guess they know their place. I’m way outta their league, She decided, and her self-assured smile seemed positively villainous. After all, everyone knows most geeks are like, awkward primitives when it comes to social interaction—let alone with someone stellar like me.

So... what now? She wondered in vexation. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl as Kelly explored the nearly deserted halls. She’d tried sitting in on one of the animes playing all night in the viewing room, but the shrill cries of a blushing Japanese schoolgirl scolding her faceless older brother were too creepy. Who gets into this kind of stuff? Apparently, the dozen viewers did, as they were positively riveted in their seats, watching the projection with rapt attention as she ducked back out.

There was also a late-night cabal of tabletop gamers, a suspiciously quiet bunch hunched over the remains of a miniature city dotted with miniature plastic soldiers. The alarmed, somehow desperate look in their beady eyes when she’d stepped in the door was almost threatening, and their silence devolved into a flurry of conspiratorial whispers as she backed right back out of the room with a blank face.

She finally curtailed her wanderings and hunkered down alone, slumping her back against the wall in one of the corridors off the main lobby, wiling away the minutes by tossing the stuffed capture sphere lightly in the air and turning it over in her bored fingertips.

I shoulda been gettin’ laid right now. The convention center isn’t far from downtown, Kelly thought in annoyance. There were bars nearby, even some of them that she knew well. I could get a drink, I could get picked up. She scowled, suppressing the rebellious thoughts. If she hit up a bar now and inevitably wound up bedding some handsome guy, she probably wouldn’t find a reason to come back to the convention.

Focus. Remember why you’re even fucking here at the convention in the first place, Kelly chided herself. It’d be so easy, though... A hazy red corona of arousal had been enveloping her mind all day for some untraceable reason, making it difficult for her to think clearly. There so many randy nerds around the convention today that I soaked up their pent-up pheromones, or something?

I just really need to be fucked, she thought in exasperation. Some vacant corner of the convention center, up against car out beneath the dim overhead lights of the parking lots, a restroom stall—anywhere would do, she just needed to get some. Some easy-on-the-eyes stranger could be bending her over right now. She could be standing atop her own discarded skinny jeans, panties twisted around one thigh, as some guy she’d never met plowed her. She could be moaning with pleasure, jaw hanging slack as he pumped her cunt with savage, vicious strokes, their bodies moving in heated rhythm. Fuck.

She was still casually lounging on the carpeted convention floor beside her purse, debating the merit of letting a restless hand wander down into her pants, when she caught a flash of pink in her peripheral vision. Can’t be...

A mottled-blonde cosplayer was trudging past, a familiar-looking girl in tall red boots, long gloves, and a bright pink-and-red sundress that just barely concealed the delightful hemispheres of an incredible butt. It is, it’s that Flamituff, the weird little weeb girl! With more pink shit in her hair, too!

In a flash of inspiration, Kelly gauged the distance between them, leaned forward, and hurled the stuffed plush at the girl. The capture sphere sailed in a high arc before smacking beautifully into the back of Stephanie’s head, eliciting a satisfying flinch of surprise. Nice, caught’cha!

“Uwah...!?” Stephanie let out a breath, glancing around as the ball rolled to a stop several feet away.

“Hey there, Flammy-fluff,” Kelly gave a small, innocent wave. “Whatever happened with the pink in your hair, it happened again. Or, happened harder..? Have you seen yourself?” Where’s the guy you were with, slut?

“...It’s Flamituff. I, uh. Yeah,” Stephanie said weakly, having momentarily forgotten about her hair. “Hi.”

“Sorry, what was your actual name again? Stacy? Something like Stacy?”

“It’s... I’m Stephanie,” the blond-and-pink-haired girl answered in a detached tone, lurching to an awkward halt and not bothering to pick up the plush ball.

And, what’s your problem? Kelly thought snidely, eyeing the weary-looking cosplayer for a moment before reconsidering. Stephanie didn’t just look tired—she looked totally defeated. Her expression was empty and fatigued, her posture bent beneath the weight of the heavy travel bag hanging on her shoulder, and even the rabbit ears attached to her headband were dejectedly drooping. Something’s off... something’s wrong?

“You okay, hun?” Kelly finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“...Yeah. I, uhm,” Stephanie mumbled, looking dispirited. “Can I ask a... uh, do I... smell? I mean, do I smell badly?”

“Well then, c’mere,” Kelly replied, unperturbed by the unusual question, and beckoned the girl forward. Awkwardly, Stephanie stepped into the hallway Kelly was sitting in and leaned down while the dark-haired beauty propped herself up and sniffed around her neck.

“Nope, you’re good, can’t smell a thing,” Kelly approved, quirking her lip and flashing a slightly sarcastic thumbs-up. And, just what am I supposed to smell? Booze breath? Sweat and sex? Kelly idly wondered. “What’s up? Somethin’ goin’ on?”

“No, it’s, uh,” Stephanie said nervously, “I mean, I’d hate to bother you...”

“Fuck that, bother away,” Kelly pleaded, eyes dancing up and down Stephanie’s figure. She’s distracting enough. “Bored outta my mind. I heard the con went on all night, but soon as the sun went down and the vendor’s room closed, seems like everyone took off. It’s all just little panels and shit now and I don’t know anyone here, this time.”

“But, ah, why... why stay here at the con this late, then?” Stephanie asked, perplexed.

“Hah—well I shoulda found someone to shack up with, but...” Kelly trailed off listlessly and shrugged. “Haven’t had any luck. I was thinking about just chillin’ overnight in the viewing room across the hall, ‘cause they’ve got chairs at least, but the creepy little high-pitched Japanese voices got super obnoxious. Why, you got space in your room?”

Stephanie sighed, shifting uncomfortably on tired feet. “Aha. Hah. Well, I, uh. I had a room with my friend, but...”

“Ah. Well, here, siddown then,” Kelly interrupted, a little disappointed, and casually slapped the carpeted floor beside her. “Seems like you’ve gotta story to tell.”

“Oh, uh, thank you,” Stephanie replied reflexively, blinking. The blond-and-pink-haired girl took a seat on the hard carpeted floor next to Kelly, awkwardly sliding her legs beside her, and exhaled slowly in relief.

“So’d your friend lock you out?” Kelly inquired, Sock on the doorknob? Some kind of interesting drama in the weird little weeb world you folk live in? Anything to do with that Brian guy?

“Not... quite,” Stephanie laughed sadly. “I... ran away. When I got to the room, she was, uh, Megan, my friend was already there, and it, uh, well... she smelled. She smelled so badly. The whole room smelled.”

“Con funk, huh.” Kelly guessed, amused. “That’s hilarious.”

“Con... funk?” Stephanie echoed dismally.

“You know,” Kelly laughed, lifting an arm and pantomimed wriggling fingers at the hollow of her armpit. “Con funk, s’what my friend called it a couple years back. Conventions attract all these... social misfit types, and some of ‘em have like, no hygiene. A lotta the time when you’re passin’ by the crowds you can get a whiff of it, of these like... creepy, sweaty motherfuckers who don’t do the whole washing or deodorant thing, you know? Uh, no offense to your friend, I guess?”

“I-I suppose so. I just never realized how bad it could... I mean I’ve never smelled anything that... well—atrocious, in my whole life. I don’t understand how she doesn’t realize...”

“Lost cause, trust me, they’re always a lost cause—and you made the right call bailin’ on her. And, hey, that makes us roomless buddies now!” Kelly decided. “Unless you’ve got somewhere else to be...?”

“Is that... is that okay?” Stephanie asked. “Spending the whole night at the convention, I mean? Do they just let attendees sprawl out in the hallways, like... um, vagrants?”

“Okay? S’way better than okay,” Kelly retorted, “It’s great, safety in numbers and all that. You’re on your own here, and drift off to sleep, who knows what some convention creep could do to you, right?”

“Ah, uh, yeah,” Stephanie agreed, swallowing and fidgeting closer to the wall. “Right.” The wide hallways were sparsely populated, but somehow that was a far cry from a sense of security right now.

“We can keep an eye out for each other,” Kelly said, nudging Stephanie with her shoulder. “You catch some guy pawing at me or taking weird pictures, you’ll yell or scream or somethin’, wouldn’tcha?”

“W-would it be safer in the, i-in one of the viewing rooms?” Stephanie stammered, stiffening.

“Chill, I’m just fuckin’ with ya,” Kelly said, chuckling. “We’ll be fine.”

Sudden shrieks and peals of laughter from a flock of girls playing around out in the main lobby echoed down the corridor with enough volume to spook Stephanie, and Kelly examined her new companion.

She hadn’t really been able to look past the weeb girl’s silly outfit in her first impression earlier today, but now that she looked closer, she was cute. In fact, this girl was really cute, enough that Kelly was struck by the disparity between the aesthetic attractiveness of this girl and the apparent utter vacuum of self-confidence.

The timid way the girl struggled to maintain eye-contact when she spoke, the slightly stiff rise of her shoulders, ready to flinch at a moment’s notice, and of course, her stuttering, uncertain way of speaking. Disregarding the outlandish nerd costume, the only thing that actually seemed geeky about this girl was her mousy demeanor.

“So, can I ask you something?” Kelly asked, giving Stephanie a trepidatious look.

“Ah, uhm, w-what is it?” Stephanie asked, blinking cutely in surprise.

“Why are you a weeaboo? And I don’t mean like, why you’re into whatever you’ve gotten all into,” Kelly clarified, “What I mean is like, why are you a weeaboo?”

“Uhh...?” Stephanie uttered, at a loss and unsure of what to say.

“You don’t have the looks of a geek,” Kelly pointed out, sizing the pink-and-blond-haired girl up once again, “Wouldn’t even say you’re average-looking, either. You’re actually pretty hot. I’ve made out with girls nowhere near as good-looking as you.” Her eyes began to wander in a way that made Stephanie implicitly uncomfortable.

“I’m not—um, you what?” Stephanie denied as she struggled to follow the incomprehensible statements thrown her way. “I’m not hot. You, you’re just, you’re making fun of me...”

“Yeah, uh, okay?” Kelly snorted, sneaking a furtive glance at the soft thighs peeking out of those tall costume boots... “That wouldn’t be hard, ‘cause you’ve dressed yourself up as an animal from a children’s game. Why do you think you’re not hot?”

“Oh, ah... well, I’m just—not.” Stephanie explained, as though stating common sense. “My looks. My weight. My everything. My face. You know.”

“Bullshit,” Kelly argued. “You’re thin, have a great ass, and you’ve got a real cute face.”

“I, I do not. I... don’t have a cute face,” Stephanie protested meekly.

“Uh, I’m staring at it right now?” Kelly retorted, inching herself closer. Red flecks of starlight were careening through the back of her thoughts, and Kelly blinked, feeling lightheaded and spacy.

Sure looks cute enough to me, Kelly thought, feeling a silly smile waft across her face. Wonder what she’d do if I just started kissing her? Hah, I could go a lot further than that. Maybe if she’s down for makin’ out, I can try gettin’ my fingers under that dress and into her panties—whoa, where’d that come from?

“You, uh... well, you have a clear complexion, and a small nose,” Kelly continued. “Your features are symmetrical and well-proportioned. Your eyebrows are blond enough that people won’t notice you haven’t been contouring them. I can tell you aren’t using eyeliner or shadow, but your glasses kinda, like, help frame your face, and bring your eyes out a bit. Christ. You’re not wearing any makeup, are you?”

“I’m not very good with makeup...” Stephanie explained, embarrassed. “Last time I tried to—”

“Ugghh!” Aghast, Kelly dramatically yanked her purse from where it leaned against the wall and plopped it between them, opening it wide and beginning to dig for appropriate beauty products.

“Uh... you’re not going to...?”

“Shhh,” Kelly huffed dismissively, raising a palette of foundation to match shades against Stephanie’s pale skin. “So, you’re telling me guys aren’t hitting on you like, all the time?”

“N-no. I’m not around them o-often, and when I am, well, sometimes they say things.” Stephanie protested, “But, it’s more like they’re... like they’re making fun of me.”

“So, you’ve somehow totally misread obvious signals your whole life?” Kelly asked incredulously, abruptly removing Stephanie’s glasses and waggling them up to the light, “Can you see without these?”

“Hey...! Uh, y-yes,” Stephanie explained, blinking rapidly and looking even more vulnerable. “I’ll just, uh, yes I can see, but I’ll get headaches if I go without them for very long.”

“Okay, well, close your eyes, then. What about that guy you were with, whats-his-name,” Kelly asked, feigning indifference. “Didja get any vibes from him?”

“Th-that’s was, uh,” Stephanie choked, “That is, um, has been, different. It’s never like this. Like that. Like that has been with him. Today. Was.” The girl cutely clamped her mouth shut to curb the flood of words spilling out of her.

“Christ, you’re a mess,” Kelly paused, a dab of foundation already smeared onto a cosmetics sponge. “Calm down already. Are you like, autistic or something, ‘cause when you get all flustered you can, like, barely talk, you know? That how you wound up like a weeaboo? Stay still.”

The soft strokes of her cosmetics sponge began to canvas Stephanie’s face. Kelly was working roughly, more playing around than actually intent on transforming this cute geek girl, but she possessed quite a bit of skill, and her well-practiced ministrations blended a lovely foundation in no time at all. The real problem’s concealer. She’s got those slight circles under her eyes, makes her look all tired.

“It’s... it’s social anxiety,” Stephanie confessed, trying to speak slowly. “It’s not, well, it isn’t all the time. I’m fine in normal situations, ones that I’m... used to, and it isn’t bad then. But, outside of my, uh, my comfort zone, ah, it’s... uh...”

“Well, chill out, I’m playin’ nice here,” Kelly rebuked, shoving the errata within her purse around in frustration. She’d packed light for the convention, and the only concealer she had with her was a touch too dark for Stephanie’s face.

“Somethin’ happen to like, make you like that, or have you always been this way?” Kelly asked offhandedly.

“...Something happened. A long time ago,” Stephanie answered quietly, staring off towards the corridor entrance where the forgotten plush capture ball sat.

“Huh,” Kelly paused, and something in Stephanie’s tone made her decide not to press further. “Must’ve been funny earlier with that guy, though. Were you this awkward around him, like, how bad were you?”

“I don’t even know,” Stephanie realized. “Probably bad. He... he didn’t seem like he was getting annoyed with me, though. He was teasing me, uh, a little, but it actually seemed like—flirting-teasing?”

“And, so, you’re hot after all, like I said. Congratulations.” Kelly said, making a frustrated face. Okay, time to improvise, I guess. She hadn’t had to lighten a concealer since high school, but she expertly squeezed a droplet of her concealer next to a bead of moisturizer on the back of her hand, and swirled them together with a fingertip until she had some better shades to work with.

“So, what’s the deal between you and him?” Kelly asked innocuously. “You’re not his girl, I gather? You making out with him and getting yourself all pink like, an audition for the role, or what?”

“Oh, no,” Stephanie said quickly, waving her hands. “We uh, just met today, earlier today, I mean, for the first time.”

“Quit moving. But, he was the one you were making out with, right? Didja ever solve the mysterious case of the pinkening hair? You definitely went from just the one little streak to a whole mess here since I saw you, ya know.”

“I... um. He and I kissed, yes... it was my first kiss.” Stephanie confided in a small voice. “And then, when we kissed again, uh, it—”

“Hooold up,” Kelly cut in, dumbfounded. “Your first kiss? That was your first kiss? Today?”

“...Yes?” Stephanie answered, tilting her head in confusion.

“Okay then, what? Literally, what? You needta take your story waaay back further. Anxiety or not, you’re still a little hottie. How had you never been kissed by anyone? And, like, why today, why would your first kiss be with this guy you just met?”

“I’ve, uh, never had a boyfriend or anything...” Stephanie admitted, embarrassed.

“...Okay, how old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” Stephanie shyly stated.

“And you never thought about, you know, trying one on? A boyfriend? Or a lover? Friend-with-benefits? Maybe just a plain ol’ fuck-buddy? Getting male attention is way easier than learning self-confidence.”

“...Is that? Is that, uh, how you...?” Stephanie asked, eyelashes fluttering in surprise as a powder brush descended on her cheeks and nose.

“For confidence? No,” Kelly snorted. “I’m above and past needing confidence. I just use what I have, to get what I want,” Kelly gave her a sly smile, finishing the setting powder on Stephanie’s cheeks with a flourish of her fluffy brush. “‘Cause what we have is what they want. You’ll learn.”

“Well, uhm, thank you,” Stephanie said hesitantly. “I think?”

“I’m not done yet, Flami-stuff. Just hiding flaws is the same as breaking even in the beauty world, everything after that gets... tricky, and this is where amateurs always fuck it up.” Kelly pondered for a moment, glancing at Stephanie’s lips. “Ever thought about kissing another girl?”

“I... haven’t?” Stephanie scrunched her brow cutely. “It never really occurred to me, I mean. I’m not... uh... you know?”

“Not gay?” Kelly said. “Do you really know for sure though, ‘til you’ve experimented a bit? I mean, like how do you know either way without experiencing a little?”

“W-well, if it’s kissing, th-then I’ve kissed Brian,” Stephanie said, “So, I’ve experienced a little...”

“Do you want to experience a little more?” Kelly asked in a low voice, almost a whisper.

“Um...” Stephanie managed, her expression going blank.

“...I’m just fuckin’ with ya,” Kelly laughed, casually flashing the girl a winning smile as she scrounged for eyeliner. For now.

The dark-haired beauty paused to think for a moment. Her eyes need to be brought out for her look to really... pop, ‘specially with those glasses. And, I can’t put my sexy scene-girl action flick cover on this rated-G kiddie movie. Wouldn’t fit her li’l miss innocent look, and she doesn’t have an ounce of actual attitude...

She started in with mascara, choking her thumb and index fingers up high on the applicator and gently pressing her middle fingertip against Stephanie’s brow to perfectly steady her hand. Eyelashes were tricky business, if you weren’t an expert.

“Too bad you didn’t get the guy’s number,” Kelly muttered. “Bet he has plenty of space in his hotel room. And, I’m sure he’s awful lonely now that he’s all single, huh?” Focused on Stephanie’s face, just bare inches away, it was impossible to miss the subtle reaction.

Kelly laughed, arching an eyebrow. “What, do you have his number?”

“...I do, actually,” Stephanie conceded reluctantly, “But, I-I can’t. I can’t call him when things are like this. I can’t impose on him with my probl—”

“That’s dumb,” Kelly interrupted. “Here I thought you were all into him.”

“I am... I really am! But, I’m... I’m t-terrified. To be honest, I... I didn’t even want to come to the convention,” Stephanie revealed. “If Megan hadn’t really pressur—uh, pestered me to come, I’d never have left my, uh, my normal routine. I didn’t want to meet people, d-deal with new situations. Because, I can’t. I’m not an amazing... an amazing cool kind of girl, like... like you are. I really wish I could be.”

“Okay,” Kelly said, oddly touched by the awkward compliment. This geek girl was without guile, and her words weren’t the usual smokescreen of ingratiating, facetious flattery. She found she actually... liked this girl, in spite of herself, and a thoughtful smile crept across her face. “Go on.”

“I am all into him,” Stephanie continued, “It’s this incredible, amazing, crazy, kind of... attraction. Just like I’d always read about, but, um, never really believed in, I guess. Until now? And, well, it’s also complicated, something more... something scary, I can’t even put into words.”

“Scary? Scary how?” Kelly prompted. Just don’t you dare drop the L-word about a guy you just met, fuckin’ spare me.

Stephanie seemed to gather her thoughts for a few moments before replying.

“He makes me feel... like I’m finally in a story, um, part of a story instead of just reading from outside of it, from a... a distance, if that makes any sense? But... I feel like if I get myself any deeper into this, I won’t be able to go back, won’t be satisfied with the safe, uh, withdrawn kind of life that I know, th-that I thought I knew anymore?”

“My future expectations, this secure and tidy little rest of my life after college I’ve been planning and cultivating... he’s going to make it... no, he already does make me realize it all feels empty, just like going through the motions and watching all the real stories pass by. It’s terrifying, terrifying maybe having something to lose that I didn’t even know about, know I could have before and might never have again and... I—I really have no earthly idea what I should do?”

“Well, I’d say, go for it. Do you like this guy, or not?” Kelly answered without much hesitation, bringing a small smile to the corners of Stephanie’s lips.

“I... I do. I like him,” Stephanie admitted, face flushing red.

“Where the hell’s your phone, then?”

“I... I can’t,” Stephanie said evasively, turning her face away. “I’ve probably come so close to blowing it j-just by, just by being mys—being me, so many times. I can’t ask him for any more, to do anything for me. I can’t uh, I don’t want him to think any less of me. And, I, uh, I was too shy to even say anything at all to my roommate about, um, and that’s, so... I can’t just—”

“Listen to me,” Kelly interrupted, putting her hands on Stephanie’s shoulders, “‘Cause this is all actually like, stupid simple, and you’ve over-thought it all to hell. If he likes you, then he isn’t gonna say no, or get annoyed, or think less of you, or any of that bullshit goin’ on in your head right now. He’s gonna see this as an opportunity, and if you weren’t the biggest mess of awkward-sauce, you’d both be gettin’ laid tonight.”

Stephanie froze, and the shy girl blinked rapidly, as if having an epiphany. “...Opportunity?”

“Yeah,” Kelly said. “Remember back to me tellin’ you that you’re actually kinda hot? Well with a little effort—” she wiggled the applicator brush towards Stephanie for emphasis, “You can—”

“I’m his opportunity...” Stephanie uttered. “I am. He did say that I was his... uh, of course. That’s, uh, this was different then. I didn’t realize... maybe you’re right? Absolutely right. I really should call him. You think?”

“Yeah? You’re gonna call him now?” Kelly dared, arching an eyebrow. Sure changed her mind on that quick, what the hell?

“I am. I’m going to call him.” Stephanie decided, nodding. She withdrew her phone from her travel bag, staring at it blankly in her hand. A long moment passed, the girl in the pink-and-red sundress sitting on the floor beside Kelly simply gazing at the phone, as if in a trance.

“Uh... were you gonna do it now?” Kelly asked impatiently.

“I am. I’m going to. I’m calling him now.” Stephanie replied, rigidly looking at the phone cradled in her hands like a rabbit caught in oncoming headlights.

“...Gimme the fuckin’phone,” Kelly grumbled, plucking the cellphone out of Stephanie’s hand.

“Wah—uh, w-wait, I wasn’t ready! I was, I’m th-thinking what to say! What can I say?!” Stephanie protested meekly.

“Yeah, got it covered, don’t worry ‘bout it,” Kelly retorted, easily blocking the weakly floundering girl with an outstretched arm. The fuck? Her address book is like, practically empty. She tapped Brian’s entry and began dialing, while shooting Stephanie a strange look.

“N-no-no-no-no you can’t just—” Stephanie squeaked, but it was too late.

“Hello?”

Although she’d only met him once, Kelly immediately recognized his crisp voice, and a fleeting glint of red light, like a distant shooting star, traced through her thoughts. It felt good.

“Heeey. It’s Kelly, we met today? You gave me a convention pass earlier?” She blurted, before she’d managed to collect her thoughts.

“Kelly?” he sounded baffled.

“Yeah, uh, Kelly. You gave me a convention pass,” she repeated, feeling like an idiot. He’s just a convention weeb, why does this seem hard?

“How’d you get my number?”

“Yeah, about that... Uh... listen, I’m actually callin’ from Stephanie’s phone. The... the Flamituff Stephanie,” she clarified, wondering if it mattered.

“She needs help, she sorta got kicked out of her hotel room and doesn’t have a place to stay,” she said, somewhat stretching the truth. Stephanie, having risen up onto her knees in anticipation, was hovering near Kelly’s shoulder with bated breath. “She was... too shy to call you herself?”

“She’s with you? Is she okay? What happened?”

“Yeah, she’s fine—just, look, she’d never want to impose on you or anything, but... I don’t have a room to lend her and I don’t want her sleeping in the hallway overnight at the convention, ya know? There anything you can do?”

“Can I talk to her?”

Quickly suppressing a surprising flash of jealousy, Kelly pushed the phone towards Stephanie.

“...Hi,” Stephanie managed to choke out, her back stiffening upright in apprehension. “Brian?”

Brian said something, but Kelly couldn’t quite discern what, so she watched the fidgeting girl with a look of curious expectation.

“I’m fine,” Stephanie chirped, a nervous smile beginning to bubble up. “Well, uh, th-that is, not fine, but okay—I’m okay. I did have a hotel room, uh, with my friend? My friend Megan. But—”

Brian was speaking again, a nearly inaudible, sexy sort of murmur that Kelly couldn’t quite make out. Regardless, the effect his words were having on this girl were plainly visible.

Stephanie’s tense posture relaxed and she sank down, knees slightly apart, the look of fear and anxiety evaporating off of her as a smile of relief spread beautifully across her features. The formerly forlorn and downcast eyes of the awkwardly introverted geek girl were dreaming off into the distance, bright and full of fire. It was a dramatic transformation, considering moments ago Kelly had thought of her as a slightly helpless pity-case. ...It’s the makeup. Has to be my amazing makeup skills, for sure.

“...Of-of course! Thank you! Ah, well, then, here she is again,” Stephanie breathed, and proudly passed the phone back to Kelly.

“‘Ello?” Kelly grunted.

“Right, where can I find you guys?” Brian asked.

“Uh...” Kelly glanced around dumbly for a second, a little annoyed. Not like the damned halls have street-signs. “It’s a hallway. We’re still at the convention center, one of the hallways right off of the main lobby. Can she like, meet you somewhere?”

“Nah, hang tight, I’m on my way to you guys. I’m just across the street from the convention center, be there in a few.”

“Uh... ‘kay,” Kelly said automatically. “Thanks.” The call ending, she let out a slow breath and extended the phone back towards Stephanie, who was clutching at her cheeks.

This... this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, Kelly realized, quirking her lip in a lopsided pout. She’d intended to be aloof, annoyed, and above these convention dorks. Why the hell am I playing matchmaker for them all the sudden? I’m the one who needs laid, you little fuckers. She was actually getting interested, even involved in this weird girl and guy. It was upsetting a precarious balance, and somewhere within her, the stable orbit of her detached scorn was beginning to deteriorate.

“Well, whatever, it’s on now. So, are you two gonna bang?” Kelly asked, chuckling, and she shook her head.

“What?!” Stephanie sputtered, “No, we’re not going to b-! You mean sex? Th-that’s not gonna happen. Pr-probably not even, uh, ever any chance of that at all.”

“Uh-huh, well, just in case, I’d better give you one of these,” Kelly chuckled sadly, rolling her eyes. Reaching into side pocket of her purse, she withdrew a small row of condom packets and tore one off.

Only gonna have three left. But... well, fuck. This girl’s probably not even on the pill. Turning the sealed packet over in her fingers thoughtfully for a few moments, she reluctantly handed it to Stephanie.

“This is...” Stephanie said in quiet fascination, accepting it carefully.

“You know how to use one of those, right?” Kelly asked, a little dubious.

“Um...” Stephanie said, staring at the condom in her hands as if imagining its implications. She’s blushing. What the fuck is she, a grade-schooler?

“...Okay, well, he’ll know what to do with it,” Kelly griped, rolling her eyes. “Make sure he uses it, ‘kay?” She leaned back against the wall, trying to force herself to relax.

“Thank—thank you,” Stephanie said quickly, as if not wanting to sound ungrateful, “But, I don’t think... I mean pr-probably things won’t...”

“Uh-huh,” Kelly muttered in frustration, cutting her off, “Whatever. I need to get some so bad right now, but hell, you’ve probably never gotten any at all, like... ever, so it’s cool. It’s cool.”

“N-no, what, uh, what I mean is, I really don’t think I can,” Stephanie said.

“...Ah. Yikes,” Kelly exclaimed, nodding to herself as if realizing something. “I get it. That’s some tough luck, having the days for the convention fall right on that time.”

“Uh... that time?” Stephanie asked.

“Yeah, that time of the month. You’re on the rag, huh?”

“On the rag?” Stephanie repeated, appalled. “No, it isn’t... uhm, it isn’t that time of the month for me. I’m not on my period. Not menstruating.”

“What’s the holdup then, this guy not gettin’ your juices goin’?” Kelly asked.

“He... no, um,” Stephanie protested awkwardly, blood rushing to her face, “It’s, well, he is getting my jui... uh, he does make me—um. It-it’s not him. Him ah, h-he isn’t the problem. I am.”

“...Oh? Be still my little monster girl, almost done,” Kelly chided as she carefully finished applying eyeliner on the floundering girl. She realized her efforts had pushed this shy little geek girl far out of the realm where a simple descriptor like ‘cute’ was going to cut it.

The makeup enhanced and exaggerated her innocent charm, an already cute face becoming distinctive and glamorous, the sort of flawless visage one would expect to see gazing out of a magazine cover or amidst the set of a romantic drama movie. She proudly returned the pair of glasses to Stephanie with exaggerated care, as though crowning a tiara on a princess.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Stephanie breathed, “With him. With myself, my, uh, the situation... the whole... sex... thing. I’m not prepared, I never thought th-that, uh...”

“In over your head, huh?” Kelly observed, trying not to smirk. And to think, when I talk shop with other girls, it’s usually us trying to one-up each other. “You ever like, you know—finger yourself or anything?”

“No, no,” Stephanie answered without much hesitation, “I’ve... I was going to, but... um... ”

“You’re a real trip, you know that?” Kelly chuckled, giving the girl a reassuring smile as she shuffled her cosmetics back into the depths of her purse.

“I’m actually ah, a little curious also, about... about you,” Stephanie said awkwardly, “You don’t seem to be interested in things like anime, why—uh, why did you come to AnimeCon?”

Yeah, reeealll smooth change o’ subject there, Kelly thought to herself in amusement. But whatever, s’your funeral. Hope you at least get him to wear the condom.

“I was interested once,” Kelly answered, a teasing look in her eyes, “I was actually here at this very convention three years ago, wore a costume and everything.”

“Er... really?” Stephanie asked, baffled. “You did? You cosplayed?”

“Things were different then,” Kelly shrugged, “My friends were different. Since then so much has happened... fell in with a different crowd, lost a buncha people over some stupid shit, you know. The only reason I’m even back here is...”

The abrupt scuffling sound of approaching footfalls at the end of the hall caught their attention, and with a light kick, the forgotten stuffed capture sphere tumbled into their corridor.

It was Brian. A strange feeling of satisfaction washed over her, and she exhaled slowly at the sight of him. Whoa... yeeeah, uh... whoa, Kelly thought.

He’d left the costume military jacket behind, exposing his shoulder-holster rig, and the neatly buttoned-up dress shirt from before was now partially unbuttoned, open at his throat and exposing a sliver of his chest. The mottled green of his eyes made him seem particularly charming, and that slight glint of mischievousness was irresistible. His short hair was slightly tousled, and the overall disheveled, sexy look immediately peppered the night skies of Kelly’s mind with slivers of red heat.

Fuck. Her thoughts tumbled, lost in a haze of solar wind and radiation. She wanted to play with the remaining buttons of his shirt. Yeah, this ain’t good.

It wasn’t so easy anymore to think of him as just another nerd, now that he was here. More than simply attracted, she felt drawn to him, as though by a terrible force of sexual gravity. She desired him. She wanted to slip into his personal space and cling to him intimately, to caress him with the familiarity of an old lover. She felt herself slipping into a sultry, sensual mood as he approached, and distant warning bells went off in her head. Fuck, no, fuck. This is gonna be Stephanie’s guy. S’gonna be her first time, I gotta at least let her have that, right?

“Brian!” the weeb girl beside her exclaimed, struggling back up onto her feet.

“Hey,” he said, stepping closer and catching Stephanie in an embrace. He looked at her with interest. “So, what happened? Are you alright?”

“Uhm...” Stephanie began, too embarrassed to speak.

“She’ll be fine now,” Kelly chimed in, keeping her distance and remaining on the floor while the two hugged. Her gaze however lingered reluctantly on Brian’s hands, settled comfortably just above Stephanie’s exquisite derriere. Not jealous. Nope, not gonna get jealous. “There was just a... problem that came up, ‘tween her and her roomie.”

“I... well, yeah,” Stephanie affirmed, flushing red and turning her eyes down to the floor. “Would it... be alright, if, if it’s okay with you I mean, and if you have any space, maybe—”

‘The wild Flamituff wants to join your party,’ Kelly thought to herself, rolling her eyes. It’s okay, it’s cool. Not gonna get competitive, after I dolled her up. Fuck.

“You don’t even have to ask,” he answered offhandedly. “Stay with me. I don’t want you spending the night here in the hallway. You... you look different. You look great, Stephanie,” He said, holding her at arm’s length and appreciating the expertly applied makeup now adorning her soft features.

“...Thank you,” Stephanie breathed nervously, looking up at him with moist eyes. “Really. Thank you so much. It was Kelly, Kelly is... she’s really good with, uh...”

“Did you need a place to stay?” he asked.

Uh, duh, she just asked…? It took a moment and a somewhat awkward, dumbfounded look for Kelly to realize Brian was actually addressing her, now. OH. What.

“Me? Oh, no way, no, I’m good,” Kelly lied, raising her palms and finding herself unexpectedly conflicted. Yeah, that’s probably a terrible idea. Or, no, maybe a pretty good one? Wait, fuck, uh...

“I don’t have a room anywhere or anything, but I’m cool like, toughing it, totally used to it,” Kelly said. “You gave me the badge, that’s already helped me out way more than you should’ve. So, don’t worry about me, you know? You don’t have to.”

“You sure?” Brian asked as Stephanie looked on with a bright smile.

Exasperated, Kelly shot Stephanie a quick look of reproval. Don’t look at me like that, idiot! I was tryin’ to help set you up! If I get into that hotel room with him, all those bets are off, he’s way too hot, and I’m way too fuckin’ horny.

“C’mon, here,” he said, extending her a hand, “Stay with us.”

“You really don’t have to...” Kelly reiterated defensively, though she realized her fingers were sliding into his offered hand all on their own. Damn, he is good-looking... is this guy really one of the convention geeks?

He gently pulled her up and onto her feet in the slow, steady motion of just his one arm, not heaving back or yanking her jarringly. Stronger than he looks, too. Kelly realized, casting an admiring glance. Something in that distant and isolated void within Kelly was falling, and this guy seemed to be tweaking her trajectory in all the right directions. Yeeeah, uh. Fuck it. All bets are off.

“Means a lot to me, you calling, you know, looking out for Steph like that. I don’t really want you to have to spend the night in a hallway either, not when I’ve got plenty of room to spare,” he said, arching an eyebrow. “Or... would that be weird, like, do you prefer it out here on your own?”

“Wellll, uh,” Kelly said, a little ruffled, “When you put it that way... I guess I could tag along. If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind at all,” Brian laughed, dismissively waving his hand. “Actually, having some company’d be really helpful, you know, keep my mind off of things, get my head outta the past. And I’m sure Steph’d feel better with you there too, rather than being all alone in a room with some random guy.”

“You’re not some rand, uh, th-this isn’t just some random encounter,” Stephanie rebuked cutely as she blushed fiercely, “We, we have our battle to finish, after all.”

Kelly was impressed. Stephanie’s bearing seemed a little more bold around Brian, and midway through that outburst of a protest, the girl had even managed to turn it into some sort of weird Monster Battlers reference.

They’ve obviously already got some chemistry, if they’re left alone tonight, they’ll bang for sure, Kelly thought. With me playing third wheel here, it probably won’t happen, ‘cause she’s the shy little sperg. But, if I keep... kinda... helping her along into it, I could MAKE SURE it happens. And then, if I were to join in a li’l bit here and there and see where things lead, it’s not like she can really complain, right?

And, then... Kelly realized, her mind whirling and her imagination seeming to assail her in a scintillating red flare of starfire...

Stephanie would be on her hands and knees, arching her back to submissively present that prodigious ass of hers to them, and Kelly would tug that pair of sopping wet panties down over those lush thighs. Stephanie’s shy little snatch would already be oozing with lubricant, eager to be split open by Brian’s thick shaft—but Kelly would remain between them.

Kelly would take Brian’s rigid dick in hand and steadily jerk it, occasionally slap it on Stephanie’s offered butt, and she would draw the lovers close, alternately lapping greedily at the nectar of Stephanie’s blushing honeypot, and switching to sloppily blow the meaty cock she worked in her hand.

One moment, she would be fervently french-kissing the wet folds of that quivering girl’s pink twat, and then a moment later cramming as much of Brian’s cock into her mouth as she could, slobbering Stephanie’s secretions and her own saliva up and down that shaft.

Pursing her lips, with each bob of her head she would release inch after inch with a slow, messy slurp until his engorged cockhead popped free of her mouth. The heady smell of sex would pervade the air, and in no time at all their room would fill with lewd squelching sounds and moans of ecstasy, punctuated only by the occasional slap of flesh as Kelly spanked Brian’s meat against Stephanie’s bottom so that she could gasp for breath.

When she finally felt Stephanie’s petite body shaking involuntarily with desire, and could feel imminent need pulsing in Brian’s tremendous cock, she would then point the head of Brian’s dick right at the slippery cleft of Stephanie’s slit and withdraw, lean back with a wicked smile, oblivious to the fluid dripping down her chin.

As she would begin to frig herself, she wanted to let this desperately panting pair imagine they had been given back control, let them dream that their own desires hadn’t already totally enslaved them. Fingertips frantically flickering over her own reddened clit, Kelly would watch, waiting in heated anticipation for that first momentous stroke that would push all the breath out of that adorable little geek girl.

Would he hesitate? COULD he hesitate? Would a single glance down at that glistening pussy, dangling a string of wetness in front of that poised penis, push him forward? And Stephanie, would she be trembling with need, just a tiny twitch away from spasming into uncontrolled orgasm? Is her geeky little mind still capable of putting up resistance, or is she just helplessly longing for that incredible thing to plunge deep into—

“Kell? You okay?” Brian interrupted.

“Kelly?” Stephanie asked softly, a brief look of concern crossing her smiling face. “Are you... uh, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah,” Kelly replied hastily, swallowing suddenly and feeling absolutely indecent as she lapsed out of the lurid waking dream. What... what the fuck was that?!

“You kinda spaced out there for a second,” Brian observed, looking a little worried. “C’mon, we’ll get you back to the hotel room, it’s not far.”

“Y-yeah,” Kelly uttered. Her nipples had become pugnacious protrusions in the thin fabric of her tank top, her panties were drenched, and her mind was a hot mess. There was an anxious feeling, a free-falling, weightless sort of sensation deep inside her, and she found herself frantically excited to see where this would lead.

It felt like her entire body was shimmering red with the re-entry heat as she descended down into an exciting new world with these two new friends of hers. I can make it happen, that innocent little ménage à trois...