Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep19

Tim started moving his hand again. Courtney ground herself against the pillow, but this time with her head turned to the side so she could watch what Tim was doing. Tim focused on Courtney's big green eyes, watched as they widened with each of her long, languid thrusts. Like he could see the entire inner workings of her body as it fought its way towards orgasm, all by looking at the little crinkles in her face, the twists in her mouth. Soft, quiet sighs.

Tim didn't intend to stroke faster but he did in a reflection of Courtney's own ever-growing enthusiasm. And then he saw her whole face shift, her eyes squeeze shut. He felt his own body tighten. The signals getting ever stronger until they both reached the point of almost no return.

And then they stopped. Panting. Tim practically strangling his own dick to keep it from going further.

"Whew," Courtney said and laughed a little.

"Close," Tim agreed. But they had both stopped in time and he felt better about it. They rolled off the bed. Tim made a show of taking a big sniff of Courtney's pillow and then tossed it to the side.

She laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and then lead him out of the bedroom.

*

They sure took a long time in there, Taylor thought. But then that's what she was supposed to be hoping for, right?

In fact, as Courtney led Tim back into the living room, Taylor felt a little sense of elation. She'd done it! All that complicated planning and here they were. She'd steered Sydney into Colin and Courtney into Tim. All she had to do now was win the last race and step aside, victory complete.

Taylor was feeling a little bit... itchy, though. She would definitely have to get some extra Tim time afterwards. But that was OK. Honestly that was great. It was what she wanted -- for them to be comfortable being intimate again.

see his cock was practically bursting out of his hairy pubis like an unexploded nuclear missile. Courtney also seemed a bit too fidgety to have reached any

they'd touched each other? Or something like that? Taylor was OK with that. Really

Really.

between the twin towers of Courtney and Sydney (and boy did he look like a happy thorn between those four roses), and Taylor herself on the lounge

said, "Four races. Whoever finishes with the most points wins and gets a final wish from the

hon," Colin said, "We'd have

and the fridge could really use a good

be me or

Tim cried and everyone

herself. This was the moment. She didn't know what Sydney intended and Taylor didn't want to find out. She was sure it would be fine -- Sydney seemed pretty chaste overall (except for that weird 'show us' request but that, honestly, turned out to be a

enough or pair the wrong people. Taylor wouldn't let that happen. Also, Taylor had to admit it to herself: she wanted to win. Had to win.

confused. "Taylor takes the big monkey when

why she's with Tim," Colin said. The whole room

the first race -- set in a rainy dystopian future city. This was a tough course with lots of tight turns and not a ton of traction -- one of the few that actually made you use the brakes at this speed setting. Taylor felt confident with this course, but Sydney seemed

This was one of Taylor's favorites and she handled it easily, including a neat little shortcut near

Tie game.

her fingertips aching. Her forearms tight. Carpal tunnel, here I come, she thought. But this was what she played for. What she lived for, really. That

quiet girl was giving Taylor the kind of exhilaration that only a true competitor could give. That was rare, Taylor knew. She wondered if Sydney ever played League of Legends... The third track