Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep4

"Steve, honey, I'm not comfortable with..."

"That's OK, Syd," Steve said, "You can do other things. Like, I don't know, why don't you trade Taylor a kiss."

Taylor rolled her eyes. Sydney's innocent act only went so far when her boyfriend was the famously frisky Steve. But Sydney wasn't going to skip her opportunity to skip out. She stood up and planted a little peck on Taylor's cheek. She looked kind of proud of herself, as if she'd actually done something instead of wussing out. Whatever. Taylor had them all right where she wanted them.

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Tim sat with his arms crossed and tried to stay as unnoticeable as possible. He hadn't realized how cold the apartment was until he was sitting on the couch, almost naked. He wanted to turn the heat up, but that meant getting up and he didn't want to parade his erect penis across the room.

Tim decided he wanted one win, just to say he'd done it (and to earn a kiss from Sydney). So he buckled down and concentrated, just like Taylor was always telling him to do. Sure enough, he took the next race.

Taylor took off her other sock and tossed it at Tim. The tiny brunette seemed upset, though Tim couldn't imagine why. It didn't bother Tim for long though, because then Sydney turned and gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek. Her lips made his skin tingle and he realized she smelled slightly like peaches. Then, Steve leaned in and gave Tim a kiss on his other cheek, laughing as he did so.

Things had gone so quickly, Tim was having trouble keeping up. The alcohol seemed to make time speed forward whenever Tim looked away. They'd all been drinking and gaming and then Tim looked up again and the room was getting naked.

And now, Tim realized, they were racing ever closer to the end. As soon as something real had to come out -- a boob, a dick, something -- that would finish things. It would be a funny story. A little innocent incident over too much alcohol and not enough self control. But that's all it ever would be and Tim was starting wonder if maybe he was missing out on something more. He tried to force himself to focus. To slow things down, even just a little.

The next race, Tim found himself back in fourth. But, somehow, Taylor lost again. This time to Steve. She grunted, angrily, and then sunk deeper into her seat.

Tim would be lying if he said he wasn't focused on how the buxom blonde's tits

do the same, but Steve held out his

asked. Tim noticed she was standing like someone who was about to tip over. "I'm just giving

don't accept

over Steve and scowled. "It's OK for everyone else and not for

Sydney offered you a kiss and you agreed. But I think my win was worth more than a measly little smooch on

word almost silently. As if her own tongue couldn't bare to

"Shirt," Steve said.

choked on his own

"No," Taylor said flatly.

them or

she knew she had an argument packed

Swifty. I saw you in one of those at the Cape

since Steve was asking for it. But he found that his voice had crawled down his throat

said, a little haiku, "And Tim's chest is also bare.

his friend. But something else spoke up in Tim's mind for the first time. Something that, in a

But he knew that wasn't it. Not totally. Some part of him just liked the idea. And the more he liked it the more that thought creeped him out and the more, then,

if looking for some sort