Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep6

Taylor focused on the next race with hot, hateful fire but it hardly helped. Once again, Steve took the win. He stood and made a long, deep sigh, like someone about to undertake a particularly messy job.

"Well, everyone else is getting kissed. I guess it's my turn," Steve said. Taylor took a deep breath to protest, but Steve kept going. "It is only fair. Your boyfriend kissed my girlfriend. It's not a big deal." The breath stayed lodged in Taylor's throat. It was stupid logic. No logic. But she couldn't protest and Tim seemed unable, or unwilling, to argue as well. She looked up, expecting to see Steve's cocky smile on his face, but instead he just seemed resigned.

Well, Taylor thought, here goes nothing. She stood up and met Steve in the middle of the room. She couldn't help but notice Tim staring up at her, but she couldn't read his face. He still had quite the bulge in his pants, though. Couldn't miss that.

Taylor leaned forward for Steve's kiss, keeping her body distant. Then Steve pressed his lips to hers. She felt his hands rest on her waist. Thumbs tickling at the bare skin of her sides. Slowly he pulled her forward.

Taylor could certainly feel Steve's bulge now. It ground urgently against her sex and the traitorous, hairy twat did nothing but drip with desire in response. Bodies against each other. Mirroring mouths. Steve tested at her. Nibbled at her bottom lip. Probed with his tongue.

His hands dragged up Taylor's flanks and she fluttered. His fingers over her flat stomach. Against her ribs. Taylor careened between drowning in Steve's kiss and trembling under his touch.

Hands higher. Just under the wire of her bra now. He slid around as if he might... In that moment, Taylor wanted nothing more. Steve's hands slowly slid forward.

And he stopped.

Steve pulled away from the kiss so fast that Taylor nearly fell.

because she almost had to. Tim was looking at her and she couldn't tell if he was angry or aroused

twisted up. And all Taylor could think was I'm drunk. I am drunk. I am

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took the third race, easily. Without even being asked, Taylor slid her pants off once again. She dragged them slowly over her perfect ass before placing them on the floor. Tim saw the little dark spot on Taylor's panties had

said, almost

said, "Whoever wins this is the all time champion. They

was going to be epic. That thing he'd been asking Taylor about before -- about how comfortable she'd be if things went further. Tim imagined that this was what she'd been saying yes

between him and Taylor. But then suddenly a red shell swerved in from behind and Steve sped past. Now it was just Steve and Taylor racing for the win. But Taylor had such a lead that she seemed uncatchable. It was over,

the green shell -- which just went straight out wherever you fired it -- or the red shell -- which locked onto the racer in front of you -- the blue shell went straight after the player in first and was (except for a rare exception) completely unblockable. There was nothing to do

anything? Beg Sydney not to fire it? It all bolted through Tim's brain in moments. A whole argument about morality, fairness, and the loyalties we owe our loved

the moment

said. Tim heard the telltale

shouted, "Suck my dick

hardly mattered. Taylor's kart went up in a big blue fireball. A moment

She was mumbling and cursing and kind of rocking back and forth in her chair. It occurred

to interject that maybe it was time to just call it, but then Steve stood up and Tim's mind went blank. No one said anything. Steve surveyed the