Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Taylor looked around the room and took stock of what Colin had already encountered. Things were getting serious. The tiny brunette herself was down to just her underwear as were both boys. Meanwhile Sydney and Courtney were in jeans and bras. Basically, no matter how the winning went the next round, someone was going to be showing something interesting. A boob, a boner, maybe even a little labia. The moment of truth was here.

To her credit, Taylor managed to get everyone's attention. She stood in front of the room like a sexy little lecturer, Mario's dippy music tooting on behind her. Taylor nodded meaningfully at everyone. They all looked around, as if just now waking up from a deep slumber and suddenly noticing each other's state of clothing-less-ness.

"After this point, there's no going back," Taylor said, "Players will be getting naked-er and favors will be getting... Well I don't know. But it seems to me that taking off our clothes isn't going to make anything any tamer." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Take it all off!" Courtney yelled at her friend and everyone laughed.

"Oh I'm sure you'll be naked soon enough, Court," Taylor said and winked. "I guess I'm just saying that if you want to bow out before the big stuff starts coming out, now's the time. I, for one, won't think any less of you. But if you stay, just know that this is all going to seem really tame in a few minutes."

Everyone just smiled and nodded. The game was going to go on.

Taylor looked around with a satisfied smile. Everyone would get naked naked this round. After that, she'd take control and start sending Tim after Courtney and set Colin on Sydney. All problems solved. Tim would feel like they both had a chance to fool around. Courtney and Colin could say they sowed a few wild oats. Everyone could go back to being happy.

Hell, I should win a Nobel Prize for this.

Courtney came in last the first race. She stood up and revealed a very tasteful set of emerald green panties, cut conservatively. Like Taylor, Courtney could easily be just in a bikini, though a bit of a lacy one. Taylor noticed the two boys both approved, looking right at the spot between the auburn-haired girl's legs.

"Green means go," Colin said playfully and Courtney laughed and turned a little pink. She was doing her best to be open about this but Taylor could tell her friend was nervous about what she'd gotten into. Look, sometimes you can't wait to get on the roller coaster but as it ticks ever upwards you start to wonder why you didn't just stay back on the lazy river.

Taylor got that. Boy did she ever.

Sydney lost next and revealed a bright red pair of panties. Taylor noticed a bit of Sydney's golden pubes were poking out on either side of her underwear and she was sure that Colin and Tim did, too. Jeez, go do a little trimming, girl! But that wasn't what drew Taylor's attention to Sydney. Oh no. Taylor had been watching the racers trying to gain an edge. If she was going to crush them, she had to know their tendencies. And for the first time, Taylor realized that Sydney's racing was... Odd.

The buxom blonde would have these moments of total domination where she'd cut corners like a pro and blast past everyone. But then she'd make a doltish mistake, like hit a groundhog or plow into a snowman (Mario Kart was so weird).

At first, Taylor had thought that maybe Sydney was struggling to concentrate. Or was good at some things and bad at others. After watching more carefully, however, Taylor was able to put it together. Sydney was tanking. She was losing on purpose.

The only thing Taylor couldn't figure was why. Sydney could have easily kept herself fully clothed, for example, but clearly she'd very strategically planned out her reveals. Keeping up with everyone, sometimes even staying slightly ahead, without having to show too much either.

Sure enough, now that she was down to her underwear like everyone else, Sydney was staying right in the middle of the pack. Taylor was baffled and a bit concerned. What was she up to?

Before Taylor could think about it further, she was distracted by the first big reveal. Tim had been taken out in the last race and now he was taking 'it' out. Taylor could tell her lover was nervous, just by the way he stood and sort of fiddled with his fingers before he started to strip off his shorts.

Courtney started the chant, "Take it off! Take it off!" And even Colin eventually joined in. The alcohol was truly doing its job and then some, Taylor thought.

Tim took their demands seriously and slowly lowered his boxers. His penis popped free. Taylor was happy to see he was pretty hard. Courtney looked at Taylor and gave her a little wink and a thumbs up. Taylor smiled back. Tim wasn't porn star packing, but who was? It was a nice size package, perfect in Taylor's mind. She found it was hard to resist the urge to just rush over and grasp it.

Tim, feeling emboldened by the cheers his cock had elicited, did a little strut over to the thermostat and jacked up the heat. Then he made his way back to the couch.

"We're going to need to get this sofa steam cleaned, hon," he said as he sat.

"You're going to have to get it completely reupholstered," Colin said.

They started the next race and somehow Taylor just knew that she wouldn't be seeing any Courtney or Sydney parts. Sure enough, Colin came in last. He stood, much as Tim had done, and the "Take it off" chant started all over again. Colin seemed just as nervous as Tim had been, maybe more so. Taylor knew how boys were -- everything was a dick measuring contest, especially contests where everyone was showing off their dicks.

Not that that stopped Taylor from comparing when Colin finally dropped his boxer briefs. Colin's dick was about the same length as Tim's with a slight upward curve, though he definitely didn't have Tim's overall width.

Of course, in Taylor's experience it hardly mattered. Penises came in all shapes and sizes -- it was one of the things she'd learned in college. Part of her coursework, as it were. She wasn't a slut by any means, but she'd fooled around some before meeting Tim and one thing Taylor had figured out early was that all the equipment in the world didn't matter if the guy didn't know how to use it.

Back in school, Taylor's roommate had introduced her to this one dude who was absolutely massive -- Bill or Will or something. That had been porn star dick, no doubt. And it had turned out he was fucking terrible.