Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep48

The last round was Isaac against Zoe and Tim racing Sydney. Tim had been looking forward to this moment, even

though he knew he would lose. As far as he was concerned, any kind of punishment from Sydney would still be a

reward. Instead, though, shiny Sydney dimmed just a bit and Tim was able to take the race.

Sydney held up her dare for everyone to see. The whole room almost cheered -- she had to take off her bra.

Sydney smiled shyly then brought out her amazing breasts. It wasn't just that they were so big, Tim thought,

though of course they were. It was the shape, the perkiness. The way her pink nipples crinkled and poked. These

were breasts worth starting a war over. Savoring and storing as an example of all that humanity could hope to

accomplish.

"Wow," Zoe and Isaac said at the stime. Sydney just smiled a little and then sat down. But she didn't cover

herself either.

Now Isaac raced Zoe. He was still probably a little cold. Or maybe distracted by all the boobage. Or maybe, Tim

reflected, the poor guy just sucked at MaKart. That seemed a bit unfair -- the one tradeoff for being a geek

was you got to beat everyone else at video games. But whatever the reason, Zoe beat him badly.

The tall, dark-haired girl announced that she wasn't going to take a dare card. Instead she just gave Isaac a little

peck on the lips. Tim had to admit to feeling a little jealous, but he backed himself down. How broken was he

that he didn't care (actually often enjoyed) when his own girlfriend kissed someone else, but got upset when

another dude's girlfriend kissed a different boy, instead of him?

Anyway, Isaac seemed to enjoy his bit of contact and leaned back happily, like his whole world was at least ten

percent brighter.

"Oh fuck," Zoe said, "Look at the standings."

"What's wrong?" Tim asked. He counted off the wins in his head. Well that was going to be a problem.

*

Well, the group thing didn't go as well as intended, that's for sure. Taylor couldn't help but stew as everyone filed

back into the living room. The dares had gone perfectly, just the right amount of tease without taking things too

far. But not one group had brought a clear winner. What a mess.

She, Courtney, and Steve were all locked in at 2-1. Tim's group had done the s-- he, Zoe, and Sydney all

went 2-1, as well. Taylor had to admit she was a bit surprised -- she'd thought Isaac might be kind of a dark

horse while Zoe had been pretty terrible the last taround.

Colin's group was the only one that had managed to avoid the three-way tie. However, he and Paige were both

knotted at the top spot. That meant they were both moving on, but they still had to do a tiebreaker. "What?"

Colin asked, "Why?"

"The playoff rounds are all based on seeding," Taylor said, "I can't choose who gets a bye, or even who plays

each other next, until we have you two sorted out."

Taylor gathered everyone around the couch once again. Her boobs did their best to bounce around while she

talked. At this point she was going to feel weird giving presentations without her little titties out.

As she spoke, Taylor was surprised to see how focused everyone was. She thought that the people who were

eliminated -- Anna, Alexa, Zach, and Isaac -- would have checked out. But instead they seemed just as involved

as the remaining players. The promise of watching was, she supposed, almost as good as doing. In sways.

"Let's do the easy one first," Taylor said. The room snickered. "Colin and Paige will have one head-to-head race to

determine who won their group. The other groups, though, will do a full grand prix, just the three of them. I'll

reshuffle everyone, as well, to keep things fair. Whoever comes in the top two moves on. The people who finish

first in those races will get the byes. They raced against tougher odds, after all."

"How do the dares work now?" Courtney asked, clearly eager.

"Sas always, winner gives the loser a dare. In the three-ways, the top winner gives a dare to the overall

loser, only. So second place doesn't get anything, but they don't have to do anything, either." "We should move

to the yellow dares now," Zach said.

"Yeah, the green ones were way too tame," Alexa said. Taylor shrugged -- sure, why not?

*

After a quick break, everyone got back together in the living room. This was clearly the nicest room in the house

with high ceilings and big, glass doors on one side that opened out to a deck for nicer days than this one.

Instead, the wind just howled and beat at the walls like it was trying to break in. The room smelled slightly like

pine. And pot, of course.

Colin and Courtney had a brown, leather sectional couch in the center of the room, facing a massive flat screen

that gave Taylor serious size envy. Bad enough that she had to covet everyone's boobs, now she had to be

jealous of their TVs, too?

The main Maplayers squeezed onto the couch while everyone else formed a cheering section, sitting in chairs

to the side or on the floor behind. Courtney went around and refilled everyone's drinks. Then they settled in for

ssexy racing.

Taylor, Tim and Zoe were up first. The race went as expected -- Taylor won while Tim finished second and Zoe

cin third. The group was insistent that now Zoe had to do a yellow dare for Taylor. Taylor hadn't intended it

this way, she meant they would just do one dare at the end of all four races. The rest of the party (especially

those who were out and looking for entertainment besides drinking and smoking pot) wouldn't let her off the

hook.

So Zoe drew a card that said "Manual: Rub your partner for five minutes, without letting them achieve orgasm."

"Holy fuck!" Zoe said, "How are these just the yellows?" Not for the first time, Taylor was glad she'd taken the red

cards out. If these dares knocked Zoe's socks off, the really bad ones might have blown away her entire body.

Not that Taylor was too excited about the rubbing, either. She didn't really want to get 'rubbed' by another girl,

though Zoe was about as attractive as any other. And, Taylor supposed, the card didn't say where she had to be

rubbed. Her shoulders were feeling tight.

"Oh good idea! | know just what to do," Zoe said. She had Taylor sit down in a chair, then she stood behind her.

Taylor waiting for Zoe to touch her shoulders, and she did. But then she glided down further. The tall, dark-haired

girl rested her long fingers right on Taylor's little breasts.

Oh God. This was almost worse than a pussy rub. Taylor's tits were especially sensitive. Like they had a direct

line to her pussy. Zoe was also, clearly, no stranger to tit rubs. She seemed to know exactly how hard to squeeze

and when. How to touch Taylor's sensitive nipples -- when to just tease at them and when to tweak or even

pinch.

Tjust seemed to drift away as Taylor's body rose to Zoe's boob massage. Then Taylor felt her pussy quiver

and she knew she was about to cum just from having her breasts rubbed. It wasn't the first tthat had

happened -- but never in a room full of people and, certainly, never because of a girl.