Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Like A Blue Shell:>Ep43

Taylor could see why a boy like that would agree to do almost anything for girls that looked like Paige, Anna, and Alexa. Taylor found Isaac strangely likable. He reminded her of Tim and all their friends back when they were in college. Geeky and a bit awkward but clearly sweet and kind of cute, in a certain silly way. Colin entered as Isaac passed. He smiled and shook their hands. Gave Taylor a chaste little kiss that spoke nothing of all they'd shared.

"It looks like we're going to have two games going at once," Tim said.

"Three actually," Colin said. "We needed that many, what with all the people coming."

Taylor tried to count it off in her head and came up short. Even with Isaac and the twins added that put them at 11. So one of the groups would have just three?

"Long as we're here, let me give you guys the grand tour," Colin said. He led them out of the hallway and into the house, proper.

*

Colin lead the couple around, starting with the finished basement. Paige came along, even though she'd seen the place already. Everyone could feel how awkward it was between the siblings-- Colin could tell. The two of them had barely spoken since the party. Barely looked each other in the eye.

Paige clearly put the night off as a drunken mistake. Colin wanted to do the same but found he couldn't. His brain kept drifting back to how good it had been. It wasn't just the connection of cock and pussy -- although that had been incredible

as well -- but rather some other indefinable aspect that had seemed to bind them together. An ethereal pulse of energy that took the sex from fantastic to something otherworldly. When Colin tried to talk about it, Paige pointedly changed the subject. And so he was left to suffer mostly in silence and hope his desires melted away with time.

One person who did want to discuss it, though? Courtney. Colin had fessed up and told her that there had been some sort of room mix up and he'd ended up with Paige in his room.

"By that point, Tim was already engaged and I didn't think it was right to interrupt," Colin had explained, "So Paige and I just talked for a bit and then she hit the road."

"Oh," Courtney said, and Colin couldn't tell exactly if his wife was disappointed or suspicious. Colin wasn't sure which would be worse. Like things between them weren't already bad enough.

After the party, Colin and Courtney had started fucking vigorously again which was fine. Good, even. But Courtney seemed fixated on the morning after when they both had swapped with Tim and Taylor. Particularly, whenever they were really going hot and heavy, Courtney would ask him, "Am I the best?"

It killed the moment. For one, there was a big difference between the dominating tone that Taylor used versus Courtney's pleading. It didn't make Colin hotter. Just sad. Worse, every time she asked, Colin would picture himself plugging away at Paige and think, "No. God forgive me. You're not."

"So, three bathrooms?" Tim asked.

"Huh? Sorry, I was distracted."

"This place is huge," Taylor said, "I'm sorry it's taken us this long to get out here."

"It's fine," Colin said, "I get it." For a second, he considered making a joke about how Tim had been in his wife before he'd been in his house. But then he thought better of it.

It was the biggest party of the year. Alcohol was already flowing. And Colin realized he wasn't just down. He was morose. Like preparing for a funeral instead of an orgy.

*

When they got back downstairs, Taylor saw that Zach and Zoe had arrived with Sydney following close behind. Taylor found herself strangely happy to see the blonde girl back. Like she was an old friend. She hugged Sydney tight and meant it. The party started in earnest. Colin and Courtney had provided plenty of liquid courage. Paige's pals had also brought pot. Taylor hadn't smoked in years but it was agreed that everyone should take a hit and Taylor ended up taking more than a few. So now she was drunk and high. Stumbling before things even started. Pot usually mellowed Taylor out but this strain was doing something else, she realized -- it was making her horny.

Taylor began to wonder if it was having that effect on everyone else, too. It seemed like a lot of people were 'accidentally' falling into each other. She noticed more than a few hands on more than a few bottoms, as well. The racing hadn't even started yet, but everyone's engines were running.

Then there was a knock on the door. Taylor thought she'd accounted for everyone but maybe she was missing one.

"Could you get that?" Courtney asked. She'd been in the kitchen all day heating up different versions of meat wrapped in different versions of pastry. Taylor was pretty sure her friend was avoiding her and it didn't take a detective to figure out why. Taylor felt like the Dutch boy at the dike -- every time she fixed one problem another one seemed to spring up.

Taylor went to the door and opened it. The music stopped. Laughter faded away. The world shrunk down to just that space between the house and the outside storm. Taylor felt herself go numb.

It was Steve. That Steve. From the very first Mario Kart contest where everything had gone horribly wrong and also strangely right.

She hadn't seen him since that weekend. He was wearing a big black and white sweater with a bright red scarf. His face was pink from the cold. His usual smirk, however had been left behind. He just nodded at her solemnly.

"Hi Taylor," Steve said. And that's when she knew he must be really serious. No "Swifty," just her name, spoken simply and without affect. It almost made her feel a little sad for him. The world slowly sped back up to normal. The rolling roar of a party filled Taylor's ears like it had always been there.

"I owe you an apology," Steve said as he shook the snow off his boots, "I was drunk and I let things get out of control. It was stupid and rude and I hope you can forgive me."

Taylor didn't know what to say. She just stared. Steve had gotten a haircut so he looked a little less boyish. He still had the broad chest, the sharp cheekbones. He looked good, Taylor thought. Then quickly stopped herself.

"I've been talking to Tim at work," Steve said, "I'm sure he's told you. He said you guys were doing OK and that's all that matters. He even said that what happened kind of, um, inspired all this. That doesn't make it right, though. I know." He kept pausing, expecting her to say something. Taylor only stared. She wanted to be angry. To shout and scream. Shove Steve's nearly perfect body right out the door. But all she could do was stand there. Confused. "Anyway," Steve said, "Tim said if I came to the party tonight we'd all be able to, I don't know, make things right. Or whatever."

Taylor did her best to give an answer. Sydney walked by.

"Oh," Steve said, "Hey Sydney."

"Fuck off, shithead," Sydney said. Steve pursed his lips and nodded.

"Guess I deserve that," he said.

"No," Taylor said, surprising herself, "I don't think you do."

Taylor ended up being the one to introduce Steve to everyone. It felt a little strange. She had this picture in her head of telling people, "Hi, this is Steve. He's kind of an asshole most of the time but today he seems OK. Anyway, I got drunk and sucked his dick in front of my boyfriend once and that's why we're all here!"

Though of course she didn't say that. Showing him around, though, reminded her of just how crowded the house was. Colin and Courtney were in a corner talking to Zoe and one of the twins (Taylor was pretty sure it was Anna). Zach was on the couch arguing football with Tim, Isaac, and Sydney. Well, Tim and Isaac, anyway. Sydney just nodded along like a big-boobed bobblehead.

Meanwhile the other twin -- Alexa almost definitely -- was pouring drinks for Paige and the two were laughing hysterically about nothing. Taylor finally was able to get them to pour her a drink, but as she handed it to Steve he waved her off. "No thanks," he said.

"Seriously?"

"After everything that happened... Look, I had to make some life changes and that's one of them. It's for the best, I promise."

"What step are you on?" Taylor asked, teasingly.

"The one where I don't have to listen to girls who make fun of me. Even if they are kind of cute."

Taylor smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. He winked back.