Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Like A Blue Shell:>Ep3

After she dominated all four races, Taylor figured they were done. Even Steve had to know when he was beat. She stood and started to put away the game.

"That's it for you, huh, Swifty?" Steve asked, "Afraid I might take your title?"

Taylor felt her cheeks warm and not from the alcohol. "You'd have to win one first."

"If you're so confident," Steve said, "Let's do another round. Unless you want to give up now and admit that I'm better than you?"

Taylor didn't even pause to think about it, she just tossed her brown hair behind her ear and pressed start. "Suck my dick, Steve," Taylor said. She hadn't even thought about saying it. The words had just slipped out. She felt a little sheepish at first. But Steve just chuckled.

"Swifty, you dope, you don't even have a dick to suck." His disdain made the words appear even more appealing so Taylor said them again.

Taylor took the first race easily, as before. However, as she crossed the line, she saw that Link -- Steve's character -- had been behind her right up to the end. It was a little disturbing, Taylor had to admit.

The second race started almost the same as the first. Once again, Steve was on Taylor's butt the whole way. Then suddenly he took a tight turn, his kart gained speed, and he took the lead. He didn't even cheer as he crossed the finish line. Just stood up and poured out three more tall glasses of alcohol.

The drink was sickly sweet and it made Taylor's stomach twist. Just one glass and already she felt the alcoholic warmth pulse out from her stomach and shot straight to her head. Whatever, Taylor thought, she wouldn't be drinking another. Only the next course came up and everything seemed to go wrong. Steve won again and, worse, he didn't even bother to taunt her after his win. He was so far ahead, he hardly cared.

After every race, Taylor told herself that it was an aberration, a bit of bad luck. That next time she'd win with ease. And yet, once again, Taylor found a "shot" sitting in front of her, served by a smirking Steve. And then the cycle all over again. Lap after lap. Drink after drink.

"Uh ohhhhhh," Steve said, "Looks like the champ's in trouble."

Taylor slouched in her chair, head all the way back. Without lifting her head, Taylor said, "Rematch."

"Wait," Tim said, "I really don't think we should be drinking anymore. I'm way over my limit and I think Sydney is too."

Taylor picked up her head and glared. What was Tim thinking? They'd been together long enough for him to know that she wouldn't play for nothing. Couldn't. Not that every game had to be a deathmatch -- they would compete for who did the dishes or who had to drive the other to work. Once they even played for special 'favors.' That had been a lot of fun, even though Taylor had absolutely crushed him without mercy.

But if they were going to compete it had to be for something and Taylor took it as a personal affront -- a miscarriage of morality -- that Tim would even suggest such a thing as prizeless play.

"Can't we just, like, play for pride or whatever?" Tim asked. He looked at her wide eyed, like he couldn't understand where this was coming from. God, he could be simple sometimes. Tim didn't have siblings growing up. He didn't have to fight for every scrap. He played games because he liked the puzzle. For Tim, a loss was as good as a win. For Taylor, it was death. Especially against a smug s. o. b. like Steve.

And so Taylor said the words that would take the game from a little harmless fun to something far more exciting and destructive. From a rainstorm to a typhoon.

"It isn't fun if there are no stakes," Taylor said, the words seeping out of her like smoke.

"Well, Steve said, as a very strange smile slowly crept across his face, "I suppose you could pay me off in other ways."

"Like what, take my shirt off?" Taylor asked, poisonously.

Steve shrugged. "Sure, I'd accept that."

Taylor froze. She'd been joking, of course, playing around. And now she found herself foot-first in Steve's trap.

"Wait, so we're playing strip Mario Kart now?" Tim asked.

"Honey, I don't know if I'm comfortable, like, doing... Y'know. That," Sydney said.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Steve said, "Just a little harmless fun amongst friends. Unless you're really so worried about me kicking your ass, Swifty." "I'll give you a sock,' Taylor said.

Steve agreed. Perhaps a little too quickly.

*

Taylor looked down at her bare foot and flexed her purple painted toes. Somehow this little exposure felt wrong. And because it felt wrong it also kind of felt right? But also not right. As well. Taylor was too drunk to untangle it all. But, apparently, not too drunk to get her Mario mojo back. As if they'd never left, Taylor returned to her winning ways. And perfect timing, too -- every time she won, three other people took off clothes. So while the apartment was getting naked-er, Taylor stayed barely barefoot.

Tim was the first to lose his shirt. Taylor knew she should be upset about Tim showing his bare torso to the room, but for whatever reason it just didn't bother her. Tim wasn't muscular, really, but she liked his pecs and the dark brown hair they were covered in. Taylor thought about that morning. Squeezing Tim's thick cock with her cunny. The pleasure building in her sex, her body. Oh, why had she stopped?!

Taylor realized for the first time that she was really feeling it -- the alcohol, the thrill of the nudity. This was fine, she told herself. This was fun.

Then it was Sydney's turn. The blonde said nothing, just sighed and lifted up her sweater. Taylor couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment on Tim's face when he realized the busty blonde was still wearing a plain white t-shirt. Finally, after yet another loss, Steve stood, made a loud sigh, and lifted off his long sleeve shirt. His chest was broad, with little circles of hair around his nipples and a stripe from his belly button down to his... other parts. Taylor found herself appreciating his body before she reminded herself how disgusting he was.

Taylor smiled. The room was nearly half-naked while she was only exposing toe. This was how she would end it, Taylor decided. Once she stripped them all down, Steve would have to admit defeat. Just the thought of him walking out of the apartment, clothes in his hands like they were a corpse... Taylor was willing to risk a lot if she could see that.

"Suck my dick!" Taylor said, arms raised, as she won yet another race.

With nothing else to lose, Tim had to shuck his long pants, revealing his wiry, hairy legs and a pair of blue boxer briefs. Taylor noticed the bulge there and didn't know whether to be proud that her boyfriend was packing or sad that the erection was almost certainly over the blonde sitting next to him. Well, Taylor thought, it would only get worse now because it was Sydney's turn to take off her t-shirt.