Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep54

Tim watched as Colin and Paige went back to the bedroom and he wondered. It really did seem like something

was going on with those two. Tim didn't have any siblings, maybe this was how it was with all of them. "Not

usually, no," Courtney said.

"Speak for yourself," the twins said in unison. Every eyebrow in the room popped up.

Tim didn't spend any more tthinking about it: it was his turn to race against Sydney. The perfect blonde

smiled at him as he sat down on the couch. He tried to get comfortable. To settle himself down and get ready to

race. But he couldn't. Tim was still shaken from what he'd found out about Taylor. Shaking. Tim hadn't realized

he'd been holding on to that anger this whole time. Yet there it was -- gallons of it spilled out for everyone to see.

He'd told himself he was OK so often, he'd forgotten to check if it was really true.

Tim had thought that maybe Taylor sucked Zach's dick or something. He'd been fine with that. But fucking?

Somehow it felt like a betrayal. The fact that Taylor had lied about it told Tim she felt the sway. But then,

hadn't he done the sthing himself? Fucked Zoe and never told his girlfriend? Not to mention all the texting.

Wasn't that just as bad?

For that matter, Tim thought, what was he doing in this moment -- sitting naked next to the incredible shirt-less

Sydney and thinking about how much he wanted her? His anger finally drifted away. He and Taylor had both

done wrong, he realized. Why feel bad about it when there was so much good yet to gain?

Tim picked up his controller. He gave Sydney a smile. Tim had been playing MaKart so much lately, he'd

gotten really good at it. Of course, Sydney was skilled, too. But Tim knew in his heart he could take it to her. He

could not.

Four quick races, no blue shells, red shells, or green shells needed. Tim could have found a magical purple shell

that dropped him at the finish line -- he was sure he still would've lost.

"Good game," Sydney said sweetly then kissed Tim on the cheek. The buxom blonde stood. Courtney fanned the

red cards in front of her. Tim couldn't see what they said. He prayed for something halfway decent. Another titty

fuck -- this twith actual titties -- would be divine.

Sydney looked at the cards, eyes wide, like picking a candy at the store. Everything so delicious, how could you

only have one? She made her choice, ripping it from Courtney's hands with a flourish. Then Sydney stuck her

free hand in Tim's. He let her lead him back to one of the guest bedrooms. Sydney locked the door behind them.

The room was dark. There was a large bed in there, soft and comfy. The cold beat at the windows, but the room

felt warm. Tim climbed up on the bed and lay down. His cock stood up, engorged and eager. Sydney seemed to

eye it nervously. "So what are we doing?" Tim asked. Sydney slowly turned the card and showed him. It had a

pencil sketch of a man standing over a woman. His penis in his hand.

"Urinate on her," the card said. Tim was struck stupid. All these words spluttered out and none of them meant

anything.

"Um. | mean. Fuck. Uh. If you really. Oh God."

Then Sydney laughed, high pitched and tinkling like wind chimes in a Summer breeze. Her face turned red as she

did it and then she snorted. Tim realized he'd never heard her laugh before. Just 'lols' on text or little titters that

weren't her real laugh.

"I'm sorry," Sydney said, "I just wanted to see your reaction." She climbed up on the bed and lay next to Tim.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and her long, silky blonde hair, drifted down against his chest. "So what do

you wantto do to you then?" Tim said.

Sydney rolled over a bit so her breasts hung down onto Tim's chest. Then she kissed him, in a way that he

immediately recognized. It was how he'd kissed her, way back when, at that first party.

"Whatever you want," Sydney said. Tim kissed her back, the way he'd been dreaming of doing. With lips and

tongue and love. Tim was gentle with Sydney in a way that just felt right. He imagined a lot of men went right for

Sydney's breasts and molested them for hours. Because, why not?

Tim, instead, gave her whole body attention more akin to worship. Kissed her fingers. Dragged his nails across

her back. Traced her arms and legs and toes. He felt Sydney sigh under him. A happy little expiration.

Finally, Tim trailed his way down to her sex. He slowly pulled the bright red panties away -- god he loved that

underwear on her. He was almost sad to take it off. He saw that her pussy was completely shaved and was

surprised. "After | saw Courtney's," Sydney said, "I don't know. | wanted to try it. Do you like it?"

"I like you, however you are," Tim said, "But | do kind of miss all that blonde hair. | thought it was sexy."

"I'll grow it back then," Sydney said.

"Does make it easier to do this," Tim said, and pressed his mouth to Sydney's nether lips. Again he was gentle,

yet determined, and definitely careful to search for Sydney's responses and react to them the right way

Sydney moaned. She ran her hands through his hair. Kind of writhed and rolled her head back and forth. But Tim

could tell she was holding back. There were these little moments where Sydney's whole body started to rise and

then she'd quickly flatten it.

Like she was a supercar going down a highway known for speed traps, every tTim accelerated, Sydney

tapped the brakes.

"You've never cum with me," Tim said, "Even when we all rubbed together that one time. You toldyou were

‘fine’ but you didn't cum."

"I was fine," Sydney said, "Seeing you do that and knowing that it was me? It was amazing. Telling Taylor what to

do... | felt so powerful. I'm, uh, | don't usually feel that way. Mostly scared."

"Do you feel scared with me?"

"I wouldn't be here if | was"

"OK. Well | want you to trust me. To help you cum."

"It's just, ummmm, | get a little out of control. Wild. When I... You know?"

"I don't care. You can kickin the face five times if that's how you get there. It's your body. It's beautiful. Just

let it out. For me. Please."

Sydney seemed to think about it for a moment, but then she nodded. Tim smiled and dipped his head back

between her legs.

He went back to licking Sydney, but now he was far more focused. He pressed the issue, you might say. Tim

filled Sydney with his fingers. Stimulated her with his tongue. He felt her legs go taut around him.

Sydney's breath seemed to catch, accelerate. Cout in little bursts and gasps. She whimpered, drew in a

deep breath.

"Oh FUCK!"

It was the loudest thing Tim had ever heard Sydney say.

"Oh FUCK FUCK fffffffffffFFFFFFFFFUCK! Your tongue is lickingso GOOD! Oh eat me. Just keep eatingand

eatingand eating my slutty pussy!" Sydney's whole body seemed to tense and then she screamed his name,

a long howl that exclaimed her ecstasy. Legs and hands squeezing Tim's head so hard he thought it might pop.

Sydney slowly uncurled. She reached down and slowly pulled Tim up. "Fuck, that was good," she said and kissed

him. Tasted herself on his lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock.