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

a porn site from the Weather Channel. Well, maybe not so much by mistake, but her excuse—
    “Tiffany Sutton, is that you?” the naked guy croaked.
    “Cyrus Way?” She pulled her hands from her face because he sounded like the fifteen-year-old she used to know. Except she was having a hard time reconciling the nerd of the Class of 2001 with this Zach Efron lookalike standing before her. “It’s good to see you,” Tiffany said, heavy on the drawl. She’d always liked Cyrus and his awkward ways, and now she liked him even more.
    He smiled a big goofy grin and put out his hand.
    “Cyrus,” Tiffany scolded, wiping her fingers on her ruffled apron. “You’d better put something on because I could be reaching for the wrong body part.”
    As she chuckled in a tawdry way, Tiffany took another look at Cyrus’s many assets. Back in high school she hadn’t realized there were other things big on the nerd’s body besides his brain.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize—” he started while throwing a towel around his waist.
    “What are you doing in town?” she interrupted, trying to make her voice sound normal. She had no idea where that sleazy comment had come from. Most of the time she wasn’t so idiotically obvious.
    “What are you doing dressed like Dorothy’s slutty sister?”
    “I thought you were getting a Ph.D. in some brainiac study like nuclear science,” she shot back. God, she hated this stupid costume. And didn’t she cut an article out of the local paper about Cyrus’s academic achievements? Not that she kept up with his life. In high school, he’d always had a crush on her. Junior year, it didn’t mean much.
    Now it did.
    He shifted on his heels for a second.
    “I, ahem… switched to meteorology.”
    “Oh.” She didn’t know what to say. His mother hadn’t mentioned that the last time Tiffany ran into her at the bank. Anyway, the study of weather was also super brainy and she couldn’t understand why he looked so uncomfortable. But then again, Cyrus Way always looked like getting through the day was a problem, except when he was talking about some geeky science thing. Now that she had an eleven-year-old Einstein of her own, also known as her son Bryant, she felt a kinship towards Cyrus, so much so that she friended him on Facebook last year. Not that he confirmed her.
    “I’m studying tornadoes this summer,” he told her with a half smile. His eyes shifted around the parking lot and out over the flat horizon. “I can’t ignore the fact I grew up in Tornado Alley and need to help those back home,” he added as his eyes returned to her breasts. “What’s the get-up about?” he persisted.
    “Al decided to turn his obsession with tornadoes and old movies into big business.” She licked her lips and pulled on the edges of her skirt. “We sell the Super Cell Bacon Burger, along with Red Shoe Scramble.” She curtsied. “I’m Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz .”
    “That’s definitely a Dorothy for the new millennium,” he commented dryly.
    The towel was slipping and Tiffany tried her damnedest to keep her eyes on his face. Ten years ago she never looked twice at Cyrus Way. It was all about Brandon Barker, all-star quarterback, class president, blah, blah, blah.
    “You’d better get dressed,” she told him. Not that she wasn’t enjoying the view, but for God’s sake, she was getting hot and bothered. She turned around. “If my boss finds you out here taking his water, he’s not going to be happy. And with that storm-chaser truck parked over there, he’ll think you’re bringing a twister to our front door.”
    “What are the sprinklers about?” Cyrus asked, tipping his head towards the spigots surrounding the restaurant. Then he answered his own question with a snort. “Is Al trying to push water into the atmosphere to stop the beast from coming down on him?”
    “It’s a popular theory—”
    “It’ll never work,” Cyrus remarked in that smarty-pants way of his. In high