Unspoken Pleasure

Taylor looked down and noticed that there was a little dark patch right at her pussy. She saw immediately that Steve was staring at that exact same spot. The whole room seemed to be. Transfixed. Taylor took a deep breath and sat back down. The exposure that had felt so empowering before seemed to squeeze her down to nothing.

Despite that awful feeling, however, Taylor was able to (finally) take the next race.

"Well, guess I'm taking something off," Steve said, "Any requests?"

Once again he seemed so cocky despite the loss. It made Taylor nuts. Of everything Steve did that afternoon, his calm confidence made Taylor despise him most of all. She looked back down at her crotch. The embarrassing spot had almost gotten worse. Damn her stupid pussy. Well, two karts, one shell and all of that.

"No thanks. I think my win was worth more than a piece of your clothing." "Oh Swifty, if you're angling for a kiss you're going to..."

"Pants," Taylor quickly corrected herself, "My pants. I want them back."

Steve just smiled and handed Taylor her skinny jeans. Somehow, despite the fact that she was still in just a bra, Taylor felt worlds better. Like wrapping a coat around herself in a heavy rain.

Then Taylor turned to Sydney and gestured. Shirt off, honey. Poor Sydney didn't look all that surprised. But she sure didn't look happy, either. Which was the point. Duh. Whatever gratification Taylor got from seeing the girl lift her shirt and expose her pale stomach and black bra, however, was lost when she say how Tim reacted. You'd think Sydney was unveiling the latest architectural marvel instead of a pair of boobs.

OK, enormous boobs. Especially on Sydney's thin frame, those tits seemed almost impossible. And the fact that there was a bra capable of holding those immensities back... Well, maybe it was an architectural marvel that Tim was entranced by. Still, Taylor didn't like it and so, she took her last favor. With a not-so gentle tug she pulled Tim's face to hers and kissed him. Not one of Sydney's little pecks. But a real kiss with lips and tongue and teeth. She felt Tim's whole body rise to hers. His breath drew in. Their whole bodies connecting through that one place. Warm and wanting.

Taylor let him go and Tim dropped back, as if she'd sucked his very life force out his mouth. He lay there, dumbfounded. Unable to look anywhere but at her. Now that was how you kissed, bitches. Taylor gave Sydney a wink and then sat down in her lounge chair like it was a throne.

*

They all agreed to take a quick break. While Steve and Sydney took turns using the bathroom, Tim cornered his girlfriend in the kitchen. Both of them standing there in only their underwear, it was pretty strange and sexy.

"Well, this is not how I expected today to go," Tim said. "But you're OK with... We're OK?"

"Oh yeah,' Taylor said, "I'm fine."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"And if things keep going this way?" Tim asked. He didn't know why he pressed the issue. In fact, Tim was pretty sure that the game was coming to an end.

The beautiful blonde Sydney's beauteous bounteous breasts were now just bursting out of her bra. Taylor was at a much more acceptable state of nudity, and she seemed pretty pleased with herself. And that kiss! Holy fuck if that was a promise of things to come... Well then things were definitely about to cum alright.

All the more reason to accelerate the activities toward their finish.

"This seems pretty crazy right now," Taylor said. Then she paused, as if she was expecting Tim to say something more. "But yeah. Sure. Wherever it goes I'm cool with it."

After everyone sat back down, Sydney crossed her arms over her ample chest and said that it was getting kind of late. Her face was running reddish and Tim was sure that it wasn't just the alcohol.

"Let's do one more round," Steve said, "Just to even things out a little."

Taylor smiled wolfishly, clearly feeling unbeatable once again. "Can't miss the chance to show us your teeny-tiny peepee?"

"Oh Swifty, you wish."

Tim wasn't about to argue, either. Now that he'd cleared the way with Taylor, he couldn't pass up the chance to see even more of Sydney. He said a little prayer to the Mario Kart gods. Just one win -- he'd trade anything for that. Apparently, the gods listened -- Tim took the first race with ease. His little Yoshi pumped his fist with glee as he took a victory lap. And speaking of little Yoshis, Tim took the opportunity to cover his back up, taking his pants back and quickly stuffing them on.

Tim looked over at Sydney but she wouldn't meet his eye. Having the blonde take off her pants sounded like an instant winner. But then Tim wondered if he was setting the bar too low. What, for example, would happen if he said 'bra?' It didn't matter, though, because before Tim could decide, Steve spoke up. "Why don't you give him a kiss, babe?"

Sydney looked at Steve, her eyes wide and pleading. But her boyfriend just waved her on.

"Go on Babe," Steve said, "Show him what you've got."

Sydney stood up and turned to face Tim. He sat back and let her lean forward. Her long blonde hair hung in curtains around her adorable face. Her thick, oh-so-kissable lips slowly lowered down and then pressed against his own. That kiss from Taylor, this was not. Sydney kept her mouth tightly cinched and pressed down almost too hard, as if trying to grind Tim down with her teeth.

It should have been disappointing, but the situation made it so much more. Not just that Tim wanted Sydney -- that was almost enough on its own. But she was kissing him at her boyfriend's request and right in front of his girlfriend. It all just added this incredible charge to everything.

Tim gave into instinct. He pulled back a little then tasted at Sydney's thick lips. He ran his tongue along her mouth, then pressed forward. He did not perform some sort of strange mouth gymnastics. Didn't cast any secret spells. He just treated the connection like a real kiss between two people who might actually be attracted to each other.

And, almost shockingly, Sydney responded. She loosened her jaw and kissed back. Even let Tim slide his tongue lightly over her teeth. Playfully ran her tongue back against his own. It went from uncomfortable and wrong to sensuous and still really REALLY wrong. But that, too, only made things more amazing.

Sydney pulled away with a shy smile, then sat back down. They started the next race before Tim realized that he'd never even gotten his favor from Taylor.