Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep42

Tim practically wept with joy. The words spurred him forward. He pounded his friend's wife harder. Squeezed at

her breasts. And then his orgasm exploded. Splattered Courtney's cervix with his cum. Tim's ecstasy triggered

Courtney's even higher. Her whole body snapped stock straight and she screamed, "Cummmmmmming."

Tim, to his shock, was somehow still filling Courtney's quim. He grunted with each burst. Missile after missile

fired into her. A barrage of beautiful boy-stuff unloaded into his friend's wife. Painted her walls and filled her

womb. Finally he felt the pleasure fade. His head was practically vibrating as he rolled forward.

Courtney slowly rose off the floor. As if on purpose, she hung in front of Taylor's face as little dribbles of Tim's

cum dripped out of her pussy. Taylor leaned over and gave Colin's satisfied schlong a little squeeze. Still mine,

she seemed to say. "Well that was fun," Courtney said.

"A blast," Tim said, smiling post-sex silly. He looked over at Taylor and they both shared a wicked wink.

"It's neat to play around like that," Taylor said, "Just say stuff. | don't mean those things. it just turnson to

pretend."

"Exactly," Courtney said, "It heightens the whole experience."

*

Colin and Courtney got dressed (again) and said far more chaste goodbyes to their friends. Then they stumbled

down the stairs to their car. The morning was cold. The windshield sparkled with frost. Colin got behind the wheel

and started the engine.

"What Taylor talked about," Colin said, "That's true right? We were just saying stuff. It didn't mean anything."

"Right," Courtney said, "That's all it was."

They didn't say another word the whole drive home. Colin told himself it was because they were both tired after

what had been an absolutely epic evening. Besides, he'd take the silence over arguing any day.

*

Once again, Taylor and Tim went through a week of wild sex, recreating everything that had happened at the

party. However, Tim noticed that the events of the next morning -- Tim with Courtney and Colin with Taylor --

went completely unmentioned. As if it had never happened.

But then, other things seemed to be avoided, as well. When he and Taylor talked about what had happened with

Zach that night, Taylor only mentioned what their tall friend had done with Courtney. Almost as if she wasn't

there at all. Though of course she had been.

Not that Tim was completely forthcoming, either. He told Taylor the truth, that he'd ended up with Zoe instead of

Paige. But he skipped the grand finale, telling Taylor that he and Zoe had only done a little rubbing before he

con her chest. Tim thought it was for the best, but he also had to concede that this second round of role

play was far less exciting. Like watching a great movie with key scenes edited out, Tim could enjoy the show, but

he kept feeling like the best stuff was mysteriously missing.

Still, Tim kept up his enthusiasm for appearances. He didn't want to hurt Taylor's feelings.

*

While everyone agreed that there had to be another MaKart championship, it was obvious that people needed

tto recover. And then there were the usual scheduling conflicts. After much negotiation, it was decided that

the final MaKart tournament of the year would take place on the Saturday before Christmas at Colin and

Courtney's house in the 'burbs. The group had gotten so large, Tim and Taylor's apartment could no longer

contain them.

Tim imagined that all this planning took a lot of effort, but he hardly noticed. Along with fairly frequent texts from

Sydney, Tim now had someone else taking up his attention: Zoe. With Sydney, it was like they were friends:

they'd ask each other about their day. Tell funny stories. That kind of stuff. The texts with Zoe felt more like

communicating with a porn star.

Zoe -- the queen of comportment -- could not stop sexting him. Telling him how wet she was. How much she

loved his talented tongue. His thick cock. She wasn't sending pics, but Tim felt it was only a matter of time

before she took the next step. He wasn't sure how much he could keep it all from Taylor.

Not that he was doing anything wrong, Tim thought. Just sharmless teasing. No one was sneaking off to a

neutral location for sextracurricular experimentation. Zoe was still with Zach. And Sydney seemed perfectly

content to keep things convivial.

It was all in good fun.

*

The week before the party arrived, once again, Tim and Taylor stopped fucking. Practically stopped touching.

Taylor found herself frustrated, but at this point it was almost like a ritual. She didn't want to say anything to Tim

-- didn't want to hurt his feelings -- but by the end it had all felt forced. Like they were doing it all just to prove

that fooling around with other people wasn't fucking up their relationship.

Finally, the big day arrived and they hit the road to Colin and Courtney's house. It started snowing on the way

over and the drive took over an hour. The whole tTim seemed buried in his phone. For the first tsince

the first time, Taylor felt nervous. Something about this party just felt off for sreason, though she couldn't

say why. As an online gamer, Taylor know that sdays you wake up and your gis just off for whatever

reason. Your clicks are a bit too slow. Your responses are a bit delayed. There's nothing for it.

The suburban neighborhood looked like a Christmas card- the pretty houses covered in white. All Taylor could

think about was turning the car around and driving hbefore things got worse. And then they were inside the

warm house, and Taylor couldn't imagine driving back in the ever-worsening weather, and so she let herself be

drawn in all over again.

Paige greeted them at the door. She smiled and gave each a kiss on the cheek, just like a regular old Christmas

party. Tim and Taylor took off their coats while Paige introduced them to her college friends: two girls and a guy.

Taylor knew the two women were going to be there, but she was still taken aback by them. They were both

redheads -- twins in fact. Apparently, they'd met Paige her freshman year and the three of them had been

inseparable ever since. Both twins had deep blue eyes and pale skin. Freckled noses and thick, pink lips. Their

fiery hair hung long to the middle of their backs. And while Taylor didn't have much of an eye for their bodies --

their boobs looked big, their waists wasp thin she could tell by Tim's reaction that these girls were above and

beyond beautiful.

The twins were close to identical, but Taylor could see minute differences. The one with a slightly more

pronounced nose was named Anna and the one with the slightly larger bosom was Alexa. Both said their

greetings and then bounded off to the kitchen.

The third friend Paige had brought was a freshman who also happened to live in her dorm. Isaac had a shock of

curly brown hair and sharp features. He seemed to be all angles, from his nose to his arms and legs. Even his

ears seemed less rounded than they ought to be. Isaac was sweet. He gave Taylor the sgaping look that Tim

had given Anna and Alexa. He shook her hand very formally, then fixed his glasses and followed the twins to the

kitchen like a sad, lonely puppy. "Close friend?" Taylor asked. Paige laughed, though not cruelly. "Not exactly. But

Isaac owns a Switch and with so many people coming | figured it'd be helpful."