Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep9

Tim opened the door and his whole world just stopped. His body, his breath. His heart. They all ground to a halt

and he stood there statuesque and staring at the girl smiling shyly back at him.

Sydney. Beautiful, blonde, and buxom Sydney. Tim hadn't imagined ever seeing her again. He tried to say hello

and it just stuttered out like a shorting circuit.

What was she doing here? Was Steve there, too? Tim hadn't spoken to his work friend at all since the week

before. They had actively avoided each other, actually. Oh fuck. What if Taylor cto the door right then? Oh

my God she'd murder both of them right there in cold blood. And suddenly Tim felt fear and horror and

excitement and joy and his erection was threatening to just bust out of his jeans and take her of its own volition.

FUCK!

"Taylor invited me," Sydney said, as soft spoken as ever, "I promise."

Tim slowly stepped out of the way and let the blonde in. She flashed past him like a golden dream. Taylor leapt

up and quickly introduced Sydney to Colin and Courtney. Tim just stood there holding the door. While the other

three got settled, Taylor went over and shut the door for Tim.

"It's OK," she whispered in his ear.

"Why is she? How is she?"

"She calledon... | think it was Tuesday? Anyway. She got my number somehow and wanted to apologize.

Apparently she dumped Steve's ass right in our hallway that very night. She said she felt terrible and suddenly |

was like, you know what? Maybe | need to make things right for her, too."

"Make it right?"

"Yeah, you know. Maybe | hurt her just as bad. | don't want her thinking of us as this weird, dirty sex couple the

rest of her life."

"But what about..."

"Colin and Courtney? | told them she's a friend from work. It's cool, Sydney's in on it. Seriously, it's OK. Just

please stop freaking out and crace, OK?"

Tim stumbled back to the living room in a stupor. Colin was now sitting on the floor, putting Tim in the middle of

Courtney and Sydney on the couch.

*

He couldn't tell if he'd just won the lottery or been given the death penalty. Maybe a little of both.

Once everyone was seated, Taylor popped back up and went to the kitchen. She took out four shot glasses (she

knew they had them) and filled each with coconut rum.

"OK," Taylor said, "Here's the deal. We'll race for shots."

"Ummmm. Honey? Are you sure that's a good idea?" Tim asked.

"What's wrong?" Colin asked, "we used to drink and Kart all the time."

"Last twe played..." Tim started, but then clearly stalled out.

"We got a little too drunk playing Kart last time," Taylor said, "But, | think we can learn from that. Every race, the

person who comes in last -- and only the person in last -- has to do one little shot. That's it. That's all." Everyone

else nodded in agreement, like this was the most logical suggestion in the world. Tim, however, was obviously

wary and made that known.

"Don't worry, hon, I'm not even going to play," Taylor said.

"Oh, con, Tay," Colin said, "You have to race. This whole thing was your idea."

"Seriously," Courtney said, "If you're not playing then I'm out too."

Shit and fuck and damn. This was such an important part of the plan and if they made her play then the whole

thing just went to... Fuck.

"There's only four controllers," Taylor said, meekly, "We can't race five people at a time, anyway. Plus I'm not

feeling well and | think everyone would have more fun."

"No," Colin said flatly. Taylor could see what Courtney liked about him. He was such a gallant gentleman. Of

course that was also why Taylor had always wanted to debauche him.

"Here's what we'll do," Colin continued, "Whoever comes in last in all four races has to do an extra, fifth shot,

and pass the controller to the person who's not playing. That person then does a shot, like paying an ante, to get

in the game." "That sounds like a lot of alcohol," Tim said.

"Oh con," Colin said, "It's next to nothing compared to what we'd do in college. Besides what's Taylor

pouring over there -- coconut rum? You can't get drunk from that. It's woman stuff. Ummmm, present company

excepted of course." Everyone laughed. Taylor knew she was up against it now. She was trying to balance things

out. Not double down on them. But if she stopped the gnow there was no point at all.

Taylor sighed. She told herself she would just have to be careful. Then, when things got where she wanted them,

she could just claim she was too drunk and bow out. Easy. "Sounds good guys," Taylor said, and pulled a fifth

shot glass out of the cabinet.

Oh boy.

*

The first round went as expected. Taylor sat out and watched as Tim won three of four races, leaving Colin and

Courtney to both take one shot each and giving Sydney two. "Wow Tim, you've been practicing," Colin said. Tim

just smiled and blushed a bit. Taylor couldn't help but feel proud. Her boyfriend had definitely taken to his

lessons well -- little did he know what promise they held for him. Sydney was the overall loser so she took her

bonus shot and handed Taylor the controller. It looked like the blonde girl might be a little tipsy already, Taylor

thought, but then dismissed it. How could three shots do much of anything? Taylor took her first drink of the day,

sweet and sort of acerbic, and then jumped in to take her turn. Taylor started to select Donkey Kong but stopped

herself. Maybe not everything could be forgotten. Instead she took Bowser. She saw Tim had done something

similar, driving as Shy Guy instead of his old standby, Yoshi. Colin and Courtney had Luigi and Dry Bones,

respectively.

Following her plan, Taylor made sure that everyone got a chance to take a drink rather than just her dominating.

Soon everyone had won at least one race and everyone had done at least one shot. Shad already had two

or more. Everything was going to plan.