Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Like A Blue Shell:>Ep4

"Steve, honey, I'm not comfortable with..."

"That's OK, Syd," Steve said, "You can do other things. Like, I don't know, why don't you trade Taylor a kiss."

Taylor rolled her eyes. Sydney's innocent act only went so far when her boyfriend was the famously frisky Steve. But Sydney wasn't going to skip her opportunity to skip out. She stood up and planted a little peck on Taylor's cheek. She looked kind of proud of herself, as if she'd actually done something instead of wussing out. Whatever. Taylor had them all right where she wanted them.

*

Tim sat with his arms crossed and tried to stay as unnoticeable as possible. He hadn't realized how cold the apartment was until he was sitting on the couch, almost naked. He wanted to turn the heat up, but that meant getting up and he didn't want to parade his erect penis across the room.

Tim decided he wanted one win, just to say he'd done it (and to earn a kiss from Sydney). So he buckled down and concentrated, just like Taylor was always telling him to do. Sure enough, he took the next race.

Taylor took off her other sock and tossed it at Tim. The tiny brunette seemed upset, though Tim couldn't imagine why. It didn't bother Tim for long though, because then Sydney turned and gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek. Her lips made his skin tingle and he realized she smelled slightly like peaches. Then, Steve leaned in and gave Tim a kiss on his other cheek, laughing as he did so.

Things had gone so quickly, Tim was having trouble keeping up. The alcohol seemed to make time speed forward whenever Tim looked away. They'd all been drinking and gaming and then Tim looked up again and the room was getting naked.

And now, Tim realized, they were racing ever closer to the end. As soon as something real had to come out -- a boob, a dick, something -- that would finish things. It would be a funny story. A little innocent incident over too much alcohol and not enough self control. But that's all it ever would be and Tim was starting wonder if maybe he was missing out on something more. He tried to force himself to focus. To slow things down, even just a little.

The next race, Tim found himself back in fourth. But, somehow, Taylor lost again. This time to Steve. She grunted, angrily, and then sunk deeper into her seat.

As expected, Sydney stood up and kissed her boyfriend lightly on the lips. Tim would be lying if he said he wasn't focused on how the buxom blonde's tits bounced as she bent over.

Taylor stood up to do the same, but Steve held out his hand.

"What now?" Taylor asked. Tim noticed she was standing like someone who was about to tip over. "I'm just giving you your kiss."

"And I don't accept it."

Taylor towered over Steve and scowled. "It's OK for everyone else and not for me?"

"You accepted the exchange -- Sydney offered you a kiss and you agreed. But I think my win was worth more than a measly little smooch on the cheek."

"You want... tongue?" Taylor said that word almost silently. As if her own tongue couldn't bare to speak its name.

"Shirt," Steve said.

Tim practically choked on his own bile. Wait. What?

"No," Taylor said flatly.

"Those are my terms. Take them or admit that I'm better."

Taylor paused, as if she knew she had an argument packed somewhere, but couldn't replace it at the moment.

"Think about it like a bikini, Swifty. I saw you in one of those at the Cape last year. What's so different about it now?"

Tim wanted to interject and say that clearly it was different, since Steve was asking for it. But he found that his voice had crawled down his throat and wouldn't come back out.

"I took off my shirt," Steve said, a little haiku, "And Tim's chest is also bare. It seems only fair."

Tim didn't know what to do. On the one hand, he really didn't want Taylor to take her shirt off in front of his friend. But something else spoke up in Tim's mind for the first time. Something that, in a wordless way, very much wanted Taylor to show Steve her bra-covered boobs.

It wasn't something Tim understood, this urge. Maybe, he rationalized, he wanted Taylor to do it because it was setting up Sydney to be forced to do the same. But he knew that wasn't it. Not totally. Some part of him just liked the idea. And the more he liked it the more that thought creeped him out and the more, then, that he liked that.

Taylor looked him in the eye, as if looking for some sort of answer. Tim just shrugged.

*

Taylor kept waiting for her boyfriend to stand up for her. To step in. Instead he simply shrugged and she was left to surrender.

"Suck my dick," she said, mostly to herself. Then in one swift motion, Taylor pulled her sweater right up over her head. The boys, even Sydney seemingly, all looked at her agog.

Taylor could feel her pussy cream a little. She was aroused. She'd already been aroused all damn day. The alcohol had only juiced her up even more. And watching these boys watch her had taken things up a notch beyond what she thought was the highest level. It was kind of a kick controlling the room with her body like that.

Oh God, she was really drunk. Way too drunk. Dammit. Taylor looked down at her tiny pink tits covered completely in white lace. She thought about the matching white, lacy panties under her jeans, as well. And beneath that, her hot little hole, drooling in anticipation. She told herself that this was as far as it would go.

Then Steve won again.

Sydney stood up and kissed her boyfriend. This time it was a little longer, a bit riskier. Taylor could practically see the jealousy running over Tim's face as he watched Sydney kiss Steve on the lips. As if that little peck was anything compared to the kinds of kisses Taylor gave him.

Steve then turned to Taylor and said, "Pants."

The room went dead silent. Taylor waited, again, for Tim to argue. But nothing happened. So Taylor slid her jeans over her ample ass, down her thin thighs, and into a pool at her feet. Her panties weren't all that revealing except...