Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Like A Blue Shell:>Ep11

"That works for me," Colin said, as if he were surprised by his own comfort.

"What about the fifth person?" Tim asked.

"The person who comes in last after four races has to do a favor for whoever came in first," Taylor said, "Nothing naughty. You know, get them a beer. Kiss on the cheek. That kind of thing. That's all."

"The winner should also get a favor from the new person," Courtney said, "Seems only fair."

Taylor wasn't sure about fair, but she wasn't going to dampen Courtney's spirits now.

Colin was the last person out, but everyone agreed to a moratorium on favors till after the first round. Taylor, Tim, Courtney, and Sydney would race first.

Taylor selected her racer and felt the tension in the room rise. Everyone was nervous. Jumpy. This wasn't just for pride or a fun little competition between friends. A lot was riding on this and it seemed like everyone was feeling it.

First track, Sydney lost the race and a sock. Taylor had watched the blonde play and, well, the poor girl might be stark naked in the next ten minutes. Courtney lost the next race and gave up a sock, as well. As expected, Sydney was the first to be completely barefoot and then Courtney followed. This meant that Sydney finished in last, overall, and so she and Colin both owed Taylor a favor.

"I'll take a kiss on the cheek from both of you," Taylor said, setting the early stakes. The two of them kissed her at the same time and Taylor suddenly felt a little warm. She had to admit, it felt kind of nice.

This couldn't be going better, Taylor thought. Except for one thing: the standings showed that Taylor was in first. Tim was supposed to be winning these things, dammit! He needed to step it up or it was going to be last Sunday all over again.

*

Tim knew he needed to step things up or he'd be naked, watching Taylor doing who knows what no matter what she'd promised. They were all pretty drunk and Tim could tell that self-control was something everyone was only pretending at.

After the kiss, Sydney was off to the side, saving her further disrobement (Was that a word? Tim decided it would be a word). That was both good for her and bad for Tim, but whatever. The four college friends were in competition this time and they settled into old habits.

"I'm going to smash your ass, Bowser," Colin said.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of sex joke?" Tim asked.

"Please," Taylor said, "I'll be eating Luigi burgers before the end of the day."

"Was that supposed to be some sort of sex joke?" Courtney asked.

They careened around the course, hitting each other with shells and screaming like it was old times.

It looked like Taylor was going to win once again, but she lost control at the last second and Tim took first. The next round, Taylor got off to a bad start and never recovered. The third race, she blew it again.

"Boy, Tay, you're having really bad luck," Colin said, as the lithe, little brunette got blasted by one of his red shells.

Tim couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It wasn't like Taylor to lose this way and it really wasn't like her to take losing this well. Still he could hardly complain when the last race of the set ended and he had lost just one measly sock.

The rest of the group was all completely barefoot. Tim had to admit this was kind of nice. The week before with Steve had felt so aggressive and angry. Predatory, almost, honestly. But today was just fun. He was happy to show some foot, happy for the hope to see a little more. He didn't feel angry about Taylor or scared about Colin. He certainly didn't mind having Sydney in play, either.

This was comfortable, Tim realized, in a really odd way. Just playing a silly stripping game with four old friends.

Taylor had somehow managed to come in dead last and now owed Tim a favor, as did Sydney as her ante to return to the game. The two girls agreed to give Tim another double kiss and they both smacked his cheeks at the same time. Tim smelled Sydney's peachy perfume again and almost went dizzy with it. His own girlfriend's touch, after almost a week of non-contact, was also really nice. Tim went from comfortable to downright excited. This was a fun game!

*

Now that she was out for the round, Taylor was able to scan the room. She had to admit, it seemed like everyone was having fun. The next four races saw Colin take charge and soon Tim was totally barefoot while Sydney and Courtney were without belts.

Once again, Sydney came in last. The poor girl was just a loss at Kart. She and Taylor owed Colin twin kisses, which they happily gave.

And Taylor now realized she was in trouble. Not about the clothing. That was expected. Anticipated, really. No the problem was Colin, who kept looking at her in a more than friendly manner. He was supposed to be making eyes at Sydney but apparently that was Tim's personal pleasure. Of course Tim was also supposed to be looking somewhere else -- Courtney, the one girl who was trying to fool around with someone beyond her beau. Taylor knew she had to turn this thing around and soon.

The four college friends got ready to race again as Sydney, sadly, just couldn't seem to keep her Kart on the road. Which meant she couldn't keep her clothes on for much longer, either. Taylor just hoped that Colin would start looking in the right direction once Sydney's giant headlights got out of the garage.

As she had previously, Taylor did her best to weave her way to the center, avoiding last while still surrendering first. She wasn't always perfect, however, and on the first track she got eaten by a giant plant (no, seriously -- Mario Kart could be so weird sometimes), leaving her in last.

Well, here we go, Taylor thought to herself. She realized everyone in the room was looking her way. She reached for the bottom of her sweater and pulled it upward. It wasn't so bad. The shirt showed a little outline of her bra, but that was really all. Mostly she was just cold, now in short sleeves. Taylor took a moment to turn up the heat in the apartment before the next race. She felt Colin eyeing her bottom as she walked across the room.

Well, at least the boy had good taste, she thought to herself.

*

Tim felt his stomach tighten in all the best ways when Taylor lifted her sweater over her head. Oh sure, she wasn't showing anything, but it showed where things were headed and Tim couldn't help but be excited about the potential destination.

He had spent all week telling himself that he'd never be able to convince Taylor to fool around again like they had the week before. Yet here she was volunteering for it. And with Sydney around as well? If he kept some sort of secret sex fantasy journal, he'd have been sure Taylor was reading it.

Then things got even better.

Courtney was the next to lose, and lose her sweater as well. Now wearing just a light blue t-shirt, Tim could see the outline of Courtney's bra. Courtney dressed more for comfort than to show off her body. She had always worn baggy clothing - even in summer she was usually well-covered. But now in just the t-shirt, Tim wondered if maybe he'd underestimated the size of his friends' wife's chest. His friend's wife. Yeah. Tim had to admit there was something a little thrilling about that.

Even more thrilling, though? Once Sydney got back into the game her top would be coming off, as well. And why feast on the appetizers when the main course was clearly so filling?