Unspoken Pleasure

Taylor took the last race, which meant she'd be gathering favors. It was funny, Tim found he was paying more attention to who lost rather than who won. Colin and Sydney went over to Taylor for the now-standard kiss, but she stopped them. "Boring!" Taylor said, "How about you two kiss each other, instead." The room got eerily quiet. Everyone knew this was coming, but at the same time there was knowing and then there was happening. Even Sydney looked nervous, and she didn't have a significant other to worry about.

"It's just a peck on the cheeks," Taylor said, "Jeez guys. I'm not crazy."

The whole apartment seemed to sigh in relief. Colin and Sydney gave each other a quick peck ("Very European," Courtney said) and the game continued.

Sydney lost the next race, of course. She stripped off her sweater, showing off a deep red t-shirt that seemed to strain at every stitch. Tim loved the color red and loved it even more when it surrounded Sydney's spectacular chest. He assumed (hell, the whole room assumed) that Sydney would be showing more soon enough, but she managed to hold together and, somehow, didn't even finish in last overall. Instead, it was everyone else who started to show a little more skin.

First Tim lost -- probably distracted by Sydney's... Eyes. He started to reach for his shirt, but then realized a few things. 1. It was damn cold in the apartment and sitting topless didn't appeal. 2. A t-shirt and boxers was kind of his usual weekend attire, anyway. So, in a surprise move (seriously, people gasped), Tim stood up and dropped trou.

His boxers were pretty concealing all things considered. His member, while not dormant, didn't completely poke out, either. Tim felt kind of comfortable, actually.

Courtney lost next. She stood up and mimed taking off her own pants, as well, then reached for her shirt. She got a good laugh for that, but the room got dead silent once the expected shirt came off.

Courtney had on a forest green bra that kept her assets well covered. Still, just seeing this much made Tim realize he'd been wrong all these years and right a few minutes ago: Courtney was kind of stacked. Not Sydney sized, naturally, but Court had a nice pair of tits for sure, sprinkled with freckles just like the rest of her body.

The group gave Courtney a little round of applause for her daring. She did a curtsey and then sat back down on the couch. Tim realized he had claimed quite the seat between the amazing emerging pairs of Courtney and Sydney. Now it was Taylor's turn to dictate terms and, again, she made things more interesting.

"Colin, why don't you kiss Sydney again and Courtney, you should kiss Tim."

Well, it wasn't totally unexpected. Colin went over and did the cheek thing with Sydney. They did it a little more playfully this time, acting like a couple of French friends meeting for dinner -- mon amis and all.

Unexpected was saved, instead, for Tim. He stood and presented his cheek to Courtney, but instead she grabbed his head and gave him a quick peck on the lips. It was nothing. Less than nothing. But for a second it felt like everything. And that was enough.

Courtney giggled and sat back down but the rest of the room paused for a moment before it could move on.

"What?" Courtney asked. No one said anything.

*

Colin was not happy after Courtney kissed Tim. Oh it was nothing, he heard her say in his head -- and in his head he knew that was true. But in his heart, a far different reality sank in. Next time, he would give more than a little peck to Sydney, that was for sure. Or, even better, Taylor.

With that kind of inspiration in mind, Colin managed to stay in front almost the whole way. Taylor still somehow won the overall, but Colin didn't lose any clothing, either. Quite the accomplishment. And as he watched the races go by, he got to see a few far more interesting things.

Silent Sydney was the first to lose her shirt. She turned practically crimson when she did so, revealing a ruby bra to match her red shirt and her cherry face. Colin could tell Sydney had a huge chest through her sweater, hell NASA could probably see those babies from space. Now that they were truly out, though, he realized he might have been underselling them. That poor bra seemed ready to snap at any second. He swore he could hear it groaning from the strain. Sydney was clearly very pretty with her long blonde hair, girl-next-door face, and ample assets. Colin knew Tim approved -- the boy barely stopped staring. But for Colin? Eh. He could appreciate Sydney objectively. But she wasn't really his type. You know, as compared to Taylor.

She was next to show off her bra. Taylor was wearing something black and simple which made it all the more arousing. She had these cute, perky little tits and Colin found himself really intrigued by them. Not to mention her stomach, which was washboard flat and really sexy.

Maybe that was part of it. Yes, Sydney was beautiful, but she seemed like the type who would giggle and cover her face the first time she saw your dick. Taylor on the other hand, she seemed like someone who would get down and FUCK. And that fucking mattered.

And when Colin reminded himself that this was Tim's girlfriend he was fantasizing about? Well that just made it all the more exciting.

Ironically, though, it was Tim that was the most interesting when he lost his shirt. Not that Colin cared for the male form. Especially not Tim, who was hairy as fuck (although Colin could concede that his friend looked wiry and strong. Nice legs. In a thoroughly heterosexual appreciation sort of way).

No what made it interesting was that Tim was now one loss away from being the first to show actual, all-out organ. If they stopped the game right there, it would be remembered as a fun little gas. Nothing of value was lost. Once Tim's Tim came out, it was real. People would be showing all kinds of parts. Maybe doing all kinds of things.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The way ahead was clear. And Colin had to admit to himself that he was excited for all the twists and turns.