Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep18

After a couple of minutes, far longer than Tim had imagined would pass, Colin and Sydney came back from the back room. Sweetly, they were both holding hands as they returned. They might have been out for a picnic, except that they were both naked. But it wasn't like Sydney came out covered in Colin's splooge or anything. They might have just had a nice little talk or something. Except everyone knew that they didn't.

The group now settled in for the big event. They all seemed legitimately interested in the result. But Tim wasn't worried. He knew he had Courtney beat. She was out -- she had nothing left to play for. Taylor chose a track that they hadn't done yet, somehow, but she knew Tim was good at it. Everything was in Tim's favor.

He lost.

Courtney cackled as she crossed the finish line. Taylor shook her head in disdain. Oh well, Tim thought. There it was. Taylor would almost certainly have beaten him if they had a playoff anyway. "That was fun," he said, meaning it. "Actually, this whole thing. It's been really fun."

And to Tim's surprise everyone nodded and agreed. Even Taylor, who usually took such even-handedness as a sign of weakness, was grinning. And the game wasn't even done yet.

Taylor and Sydney actually seemed like a good matchup now. It was going to be close. Tim could honestly say that he had no idea what either would do. However, he did remember Taylor's promise from the start. She wouldn't be involved. So if she won, well... Tim was honestly a little disappointed at the thought.

But Tim was getting ahead of himself. He still had to do whatever Courtney wanted.

"Show me," she said, smiling. Courtney was pretty, Tim thought. Really super pretty. He'd always thought so. But in a friend way. But now she was naked in front of him, breasts jutting out all freckly. He could smell the hint of her arousal wafting off her.

Courtney looked over at Taylor at the same time. But she just smiled broadly like she was happy for them both. Tim supposed she was. This was what she'd wanted, right? Cheat

though. OK?" Taylor asked. "You

he hadn't planned on doing so in any case. He hoped it just meant that Taylor was saving him for even better

way, but enough to give at least the impression

down and saw that all the nervous energy had caused him to flag a bit. That wouldn't last for long. He took a deep breath and studied Courtney. Her bright green eyes and long auburn hair that was almost long enough to cover her breasts. He'd always found it

pussy was now open and openly leaking fluid onto the bedspread. Well that did it --

his shaft and just gently rubbed. God it felt amazing just to touch. He could only imagine if he... Well he was going to drag this out a little,

slowly stroking. There was something almost intimate in this. More than just the inherent nature of the act. Courtney was Tim's friend. They hung out together, watched movies, went out to eat. Colin was almost always there,

him stroking his cock in front of her almost felt natural in the strange way that even chaste friendship can sometimes bleed into something else if you ever

if they were having any other conversation. Like talking about a movie she'd just seen or a restaurant they both wanted to try. "You have a nice dick. It's really thick." "Um... thanks?" Tim

exposed. Tim kept moving slowly, almost as if enticing her. He saw her hand start to snake out a bit, but then jump back. "Will you... Show me?"

ummmm, I don't do it that way," she

Again, that strange mix of an unspeakable conversation held between two people who spoke comfortably all the time. "No, I mean I don't

said, more confidently this time. The more Courtney demurred, the more his interest

She nodded at Tim quickly, then grabbed one of the pillows from the head of the bed. Yet another piece of homeware that Tim

in the middle of the bed, still leaving room for Tim to sit and stroke. He almost stopped completely, watching as Courtney set herself up. Pillow in place, Courtney carefully lay down so that her pussy was sort of splayed against the edge of the cushion. Then very slowly, she pressed her whole