Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep5

Taylor looked down and noticed that there was a little dark patch right at her pussy. She saw immediately that Steve was staring at that exact same spot. The whole room seemed to be. Transfixed. Taylor took a deep breath and sat back down. The exposure that had felt so empowering before seemed to squeeze her down to nothing.

Despite that awful feeling, however, Taylor was able to (finally) take the next race.

"Well, guess I'm taking something off," Steve said, "Any requests?"

Once again he seemed so cocky despite the loss. It made Taylor nuts. Of everything Steve did that afternoon, his calm confidence made Taylor despise him most of all. She looked back down at her crotch. The embarrassing spot had almost gotten worse. Damn her stupid pussy. Well, two karts, one shell and all of that.

"No thanks. I think my win was worth more than a piece of your clothing." "Oh Swifty, if you're angling for a kiss you're going to..."

"Pants," Taylor quickly corrected herself, "My pants. I want them back."

Steve just smiled and handed Taylor her skinny jeans. Somehow, despite the fact that she was still in just a bra, Taylor felt worlds better. Like wrapping a coat around herself in a heavy rain.

Then Taylor turned to Sydney and gestured. Shirt off, honey. Poor Sydney didn't look all that surprised. But she sure didn't look happy, either. Which was the point. Duh. Whatever gratification Taylor got from seeing the girl lift her shirt and expose her pale stomach and black bra, however, was lost when she say how Tim reacted. You'd think Sydney was unveiling the latest architectural marvel instead of a pair of boobs.

Well, maybe it was an architectural marvel that Tim was entranced by. Still, Taylor didn't like it and so, she took her last favor. With a not-so gentle tug she pulled Tim's face to hers and kissed him. Not one of Sydney's little pecks. But a real kiss with lips and tongue and teeth. She felt Tim's whole body rise to hers.

out his mouth. He lay there, dumbfounded. Unable to look anywhere but at her. Now that was how you kissed, bitches. Taylor gave Sydney a wink and then sat down in her lounge chair

*

Steve and Sydney took turns using the bathroom, Tim cornered his girlfriend in the kitchen. Both of them standing there in

to go," Tim

Taylor said,

pressed the issue. In fact, Tim

were now just bursting out of her bra. Taylor was at a much more acceptable state of nudity, and she seemed pretty pleased with herself. And that kiss! Holy fuck if that was a promise of things to

reason to accelerate the activities

was expecting Tim to say something

it was getting kind of late. Her face was running reddish and

do one more round," Steve said,

smiled wolfishly, clearly feeling unbeatable once again. "Can't miss the chance to show us your teeny-tiny

"Oh Swifty, you wish."

argue, either. Now that he'd cleared the way with Taylor, he couldn't pass up the chance to see even more of Sydney. He said a little prayer to the Mario Kart gods. Just one win -- he'd trade anything for that. Apparently, the gods listened -- Tim took the first race with ease. His little Yoshi pumped his fist with glee as he took a victory lap. And speaking of little Yoshis, Tim took the

winner. But then Tim wondered if he was setting the bar too low. What, for example, would happen if he said 'bra?' It didn't matter, though, because before Tim could