Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 1119

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep3

After she dominated all four races, Taylor figured they were done. Even Steve had to know when he was beat. She stood and started to put away the game.

"That's it for you, huh, Swifty?" Steve asked, "Afraid I might take your title?"

Taylor felt her cheeks warm and not from the alcohol. "You'd have to win one first."

"If you're so confident," Steve said, "Let's do another round. Unless you want to give up now and admit that I'm better than you?"

Taylor didn't even pause to think about it, she just tossed her brown hair behind her ear and pressed start. "Suck my dick, Steve," Taylor said. She hadn't even thought about saying it. The words had just slipped out. She felt a little sheepish at first. But Steve just chuckled.

"Swifty, you dope, you don't even have a dick to suck." His disdain made the words appear even more appealing so Taylor said them again.

Taylor took the first race easily, as before. However, as she crossed the line, she saw that Link -- Steve's character -- had been behind her right up to the end. It was a little disturbing, Taylor had to admit.

The second race started almost the same as the first. Once again, Steve was on Taylor's butt the whole way. Then suddenly he took a tight turn, his kart gained speed, and he took the lead. He didn't even cheer as he crossed the finish line. Just stood up and poured out three more tall glasses of alcohol.

The drink was sickly sweet and it made Taylor's stomach twist. Just one glass and already she felt the alcoholic warmth pulse out from her stomach and shot straight to her head. Whatever, Taylor thought, she wouldn't be drinking another. Only the next course came up and everything seemed to go wrong. Steve won again and, worse, he didn't even bother to taunt her after his win. He was so far ahead, he hardly cared.

win with ease. And yet, once again, Taylor found a "shot" sitting in front of her, served by a smirking Steve. And then the cycle all over again. Lap after

"Looks like the champ's in

way back. Without lifting her head, Taylor said,

be drinking anymore. I'm way

picked up her head and glared. What was Tim thinking? They'd been together long enough for him to know that she wouldn't play for nothing. Couldn't. Not that every game had to be a deathmatch -- they would compete for who did the dishes or who had to drive the other to work. Once they even played for special 'favors.' That had been a

as a personal affront -- a miscarriage of morality -- that Tim would even suggest such

pride or whatever?" Tim asked. He looked at her wide eyed, like he couldn't understand where this was coming from. God, he could be simple sometimes. Tim didn't have siblings growing up. He didn't have to fight for every scrap. He played games because he liked the puzzle. For Tim, a loss was as good as

take the game from a little harmless fun to something far more exciting and destructive. From a rainstorm to

stakes," Taylor said, the words seeping

across his face, "I suppose you could pay

shirt off?" Taylor asked,

shrugged. "Sure,

froze. She'd been joking, of course, playing around.

strip Mario Kart now?" Tim

I'm comfortable,

harmless fun amongst friends. Unless you're really so worried about me kicking your ass, Swifty." "I'll give you a

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