Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep12

Taylor took the last race, which meant she'd be gathering favors. It was funny, Tim found he was paying more attention to who lost rather than who won. Colin and Sydney went over to Taylor for the now-standard kiss, but she stopped them. "Boring!" Taylor said, "How about you two kiss each other, instead." The room got eerily quiet. Everyone knew this was coming, but at the same time there was knowing and then there was happening. Even Sydney looked nervous, and she didn't have a significant other to worry about.

"It's just a peck on the cheeks," Taylor said, "Jeez guys. I'm not crazy."

The whole apartment seemed to sigh in relief. Colin and Sydney gave each other a quick peck ("Very European," Courtney said) and the game continued.

Sydney lost the next race, of course. She stripped off her sweater, showing off a deep red t-shirt that seemed to strain at every stitch. Tim loved the color red and loved it even more when it surrounded Sydney's spectacular chest. He assumed (hell, the whole room assumed) that Sydney would be showing more soon enough, but she managed to hold together and, somehow, didn't even finish in last overall. Instead, it was everyone else who started to show a little more skin.

First Tim lost -- probably distracted by Sydney's... Eyes. He started to reach for his shirt, but then realized a few things. 1. It was damn cold in the apartment and sitting topless didn't appeal. 2. A t-shirt and boxers was kind of his usual weekend attire, anyway. So, in a surprise move (seriously, people gasped), Tim stood up and dropped trou.

His boxers were pretty concealing all things considered. His member, while not dormant, didn't completely poke out, either. Tim felt kind of comfortable, actually.

up and mimed taking off her own pants, as well, then reached for her shirt. She got a good laugh for

kept her assets well covered. Still, just seeing this much made Tim realize he'd been wrong all these years and right a few minutes ago: Courtney was

had claimed quite the seat between the amazing emerging pairs of Courtney and Sydney. Now it was Taylor's turn to dictate terms and, again, she made

again

cheek thing with Sydney. They did it a little more playfully this time, acting like a couple of French friends meeting for dinner -- mon

him a quick peck on the lips. It was nothing. Less than nothing. But for a second it felt

the rest of the

asked. No one

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he heard her say in his head -- and in his head he knew that was true. But in his heart, a far different reality sank in. Next time, he would give more than a little peck to Sydney, that was for

but Colin didn't lose any clothing, either. Quite the accomplishment.

been underselling them. That poor bra seemed ready to snap at any second. He swore he could hear it groaning from the strain. Sydney was clearly very pretty with her long blonde hair, girl-next-door face, and ample