Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Like A Blue Shell:>Ep2

Taylor stood in the kitchen and stared into the living room. She was going to stab something. Someone. And soon. "Hey Swifty, grab me another beer?" Steve called from the couch.

"Get one yourself," Taylor snapped.

"Tim, your girlfriend is being rude," Steve said.

"Play nice, honey," Tim said, barely looking up from staring at Sydney

"That's a great idea," Steve said, "Let's play for it."

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked, cautiously. Her Spidey-senses started to tingle.

"I mean we play a game and whoever loses gets the other person beers for the rest of the day," Steve said.

Taylor didn't even blink. "Name your game," she said. Taylor didn't play games for a living, not yet, but that was her dream. She streamed 20 hours a week online, mostly MOBAS like LOL. But honestly, she'd play almost anything as long as there was a prize at the end. She'd grown up in a big family where competition was key. Challenging Taylor to a game was like asking LeBron for a little one-on-one.

"What about the Switch?" Steve asked, "I don't suppose you two have Mario Kart?"

They did have Mario Kart, of course. The most recent version of the venerable racing series was one of Taylor's favorites. She had played every installment, even the portable ones.

"Kart sounds like fun," Tim said.

Fun. Taylor shook her head. This wasn't about having a good time. Steve had just issued her a challenge, and on her home turf, too. He was trying to insult her, like always.

But this time stupid, annoying Steve had stepped in it. All Taylor wanted was a way to humiliate him for how he treated her all the time. Now he'd offered himself up in the easiest way possible. It was too good to be true. Taylor laughed in her throat, despite herself. Steve was a goner.

"I'll fucking rape you in Kart," Steve said, and Taylor couldn't help but shudder at the way he said that word.

"Fine," she said, gloating, "You've got yourself a game."

*

Steve sank back into the couch, like drifting down a river under the warm summer sun. In front of him, Taylor was setting up the console. She was bent over at the waist, practically planting her perfect ass in his face.

God, Taylor. Steve'd been with a lot of girls -- he had a way with women that he couldn't put words to -- but Taylor was different. She was everything he ever fantasized about: thin little body, sly smile, and deep green eyes. Her tremendous, tiny titties and perfectly sculpted butt.

Steve had been with Sydney for about a month. She was seriously hot -- the blonde hair, the big boobs -- but she was so vanilla in bed it was hard to bear. Laying there, silent, just letting it all happen.

Steve just knew that Taylor would be different. She would touch and tease. She'd play. Sydney was like a sports car -- fancy and unable to really do all that much besides look good. Taylor? That girl was a full on fuck truck. She'd get dirty as you wanted and come back for more. Steve couldn't help but covet her.

Taylor straightened and handed Steve his controller with a sneer. The sexy girlfriend seemed to dislike Steve so much -- too much -- and all that dirty look did was confirm what he had always suspected: Taylor wanted him. All she needed was an excuse to claim what she secretly craved.

And he was going to give it to her.

*

"Let's make this a little more interesting," Steve said, "How about whoever loses the race has to do a shot."

"Wait," Taylor said, "You want to play Mario Kart, the drinking game?"

"It does sound like fun," Tim said.

"Fine," Taylor said and flopped down on the lounge chair next to the couch, "Best of four races. Whoever loses does a shot."

Tim took his usual character, Yoshi. Then Steve and Sydney chose Link and Princess Peach, respectively. Finally, Taylor took her favorite racer: Donkey Kong.

"Going with the big monkey," Steve said, "That's a bit of surprise."

"Get used to staring at big monkey ass," Taylor replied, "Cause you'll be behind him the whole way."

Tim noticed that Steve didn't seem too unhappy about the idea of staring at Taylor's ass. Then he looked over at Sydney and saw she was holding the controller like she'd never seen such a strange device. "Have you played this before?" he asked her.

"Not in a really long time," Sydney said, her voice soft, like she was afraid of someone hearing.

"Well it's your standard racing game. Just go fast and, y'know, try to stay on the road. OH! Also there are weapons. You pick them up as you go around the track. You can block the way with banana peels or knock other racers off the road with turtle shells. There are other things, too, but... Well, you kind of have to see it for yourself."

The screen panned over the track, showing the group's four racers -- plus eight others steered by the computer -- all set up and ready to go. It counted down 3... 2... 1... and then they were off. Tim stayed focused on his own kart as it pinged over boardwalks, blasted over a beach, and swerved around dangerous, kart-crashing crabs. Mario Kart was very strange when viewed objectively, Tim thought to himself.

The karts raced around the track for three full laps, racers dodging dangerous obstacles, flinging objects at each other. Cheering and cursing in equal measure.

Taylor burst out to an early lead and took first easily. If that frustrated Steve he didn't show it. He just smiled and waved the controller, admitting defeat. Then he went to the kitchen and came back with three highball glasses full of some brown liquor that Tim didn't recognize. He took a drink.

"Not just a sip, you have to finish it," Steve said.

"I thought you said we were just doing shots," Tim said.

"You guys don't have any shot glasses. Besides, this stuff is weak as water."

Tim would have sworn they had shot glasses somewhere but he didn't argue. The brown liquid burned down his throat in three deep swallows. He thought it was only beginning. He was already too far gone.