Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Tim started moving his hand again. Courtney ground herself against the pillow, but this time with her head turned to the side so she could watch what Tim was doing. Tim focused on Courtney's big green eyes, watched as they widened with each of her long, languid thrusts. Like he could see the entire inner workings of her body as it fought its way towards orgasm, all by looking at the little crinkles in her face, the twists in her mouth. Soft, quiet sighs.

Tim didn't intend to stroke faster but he did in a reflection of Courtney's own ever-growing enthusiasm. And then he saw her whole face shift, her eyes squeeze shut. He felt his own body tighten. The signals getting ever stronger until they both reached the point of almost no return.

And then they stopped. Panting. Tim practically strangling his own dick to keep it from going further.

"Whew," Courtney said and laughed a little.

"Close," Tim agreed. But they had both stopped in time and he felt better about it. They rolled off the bed. Tim made a show of taking a big sniff of Courtney's pillow and then tossed it to the side.

She laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and then lead him out of the bedroom.

*

They sure took a long time in there, Taylor thought. But then that's what she was supposed to be hoping for, right?

In fact, as Courtney led Tim back into the living room, Taylor felt a little sense of elation. She'd done it! All that complicated planning and here they were. She'd steered Sydney into Colin and Courtney into Tim. All she had to do now was win the last race and step aside, victory complete.

Taylor was feeling a little bit... itchy, though. She would definitely have to get some extra Tim time afterwards. But that was OK. Honestly that was great. It was what she wanted -- for them to be comfortable being intimate again.

So maybe Tim and Courtney had done a bit more. She knew Tim hadn't cum, as she'd asked, because she could see his cock was practically bursting out of his hairy pubis like an unexploded nuclear missile. Courtney also seemed a bit too fidgety to have reached any kind of conclusion.

So maybe they'd touched each other? Or something like that? Taylor was OK with that. Really she was. Only fair.

Really.

Everyone sat down in their assigned places. Colin on the floor, Tim between the twin towers of Courtney and Sydney (and boy did he look like a happy thorn between those four roses), and Taylor herself on the lounge chair. Feeling regal, as always.

"Grand Prix," Taylor said, "Four races. Whoever finishes with the most points wins and gets a final wish from the rest of the group. Y'know. Within reason."

"Too bad we didn't win, hon," Colin said, "We'd have had really clean toilets this week."

"Oooo, and the fridge could really use a good scrubbing," Courtney said.

"Well it's going to be me or Sydney, so none for you," Taylor said.

"Woohoo! Clean toilet!" Tim cried and everyone laughed.

Taylor went to the setup screen. Sydney selected Princess Peach, as always. Taylor moved down to Bowser again, then stopped herself. This was the moment. She didn't know what Sydney intended and Taylor didn't want to find out. She was sure it would be fine -- Sydney seemed pretty chaste overall (except for that weird 'show us' request but that, honestly, turned out to be a really good idea).

But Sydney didn't know the nuances, the ins and outs (ha ha) of what Taylor was trying to accomplish. The blonde might go too far or not far enough or pair the wrong people. Taylor wouldn't let that happen. Also, Taylor had to admit it to herself: she wanted to win. Had to win. So she went back to her old standby and selected Donkey Kong.

"Wow," Colin said, "Taylor really wants this one guys." Sydney looked at him, confused. "Taylor takes the big monkey when she really wants to win," Tim said

"Which sort of explains why she's with Tim," Colin said. The whole room laughed.

Character selected, Taylor chose the hardest set of four tracks in the game. It seemed like the right call for the final. She and Sydney settled in for the first race -- set in a rainy dystopian future city. This was a tough course with lots of tight turns and not a ton of traction -- one of the few that actually made you use the brakes at this speed setting. Taylor felt confident with this course, but Sydney seemed made for it. She was just too good at cornering, Taylor reflected. It was a close race, but Sydney took it.

The second track was set in a kid's bedroom, with the Karts racing along a ribbon like toy cars in a very elaborate Matchbox set. This was one of Taylor's favorites and she handled it easily, including a neat little shortcut near the end where she dropped from the middle of lap 2 into the beginning of lap 3.

Tie game.

Taylor could feel the tension in the room. All day Karting had her fingertips aching. Her forearms tight. Carpal tunnel, here I come, she thought. But this was what she played for. What she lived for, really. That constant quest for that rush of adrenaline that only came from a hard fought competition.

In that moment Taylor didn't hate Sydney. She loved her. The quiet girl was giving Taylor the kind of exhilaration that only a true competitor could give. That was rare, Taylor knew. She wondered if Sydney ever played League of Legends... The third track was set in a city subway. It had lots of long stretches filled with giant obstacles (subway trains, mostly) and tight spaces to navigate. Taylor did not do well, but Sydney seemed to struggle, too.

In the end, neither won the race, but Sydney finished ahead of Taylor. There was one track left. Sydney was ahead but one little point. Whoever finished ahead here would win the whole thing.

Outside, the day had gone dark. The wind blew hard against the brick-faced apartment building. Cold, yellow light spilled out from the apartment. The almost psychedelic sounds of Mario Kart blared. Five naked people all sat together and stared at the screen.

The last track was based on the old F-Zero games. It was a strange, twisting, turning sci-fi track. Unlike most of the other Kart races, this one didn't have laps. It was just one long race split into three sections. It was one of Taylor's favorites. It reminded her of being young and playing against her brothers on their old, beat up Nintendo 64.

She was, however, not very good at it. She just hoped that Sydney was way worse.

Taylor hit her speed boost from the start and took off to an early lead. She was in good position when they entered the second section. She heard Sydney cursing under her breath, a good sign. Third section. Taylor was almost there.

Whooosh!!!

Taylor knew that sound. Her Kart's alarm started beeping. The finish line was just ahead. Taylor could see it in the distance. Just a little bit further. She willed her Kart to go faster. Almost there! Boom!

Her whole screen went blue. Taylor didn't see Sydney's Princess Peach, but she heard the character say, "Ta ta!" in an infuriating cheery voice as she sped by. And then she heard the end game music playing and knew for sure that she had lost. Again. To that stupid, unfair, son of a fucking crack whore, motherfucking bullshit blue shell.

*

Sydney stood in the middle of the room, still completely naked, and started organizing things like she was directing the high school play. If the high school play had been porn. Everyone else eyed each other nervously. Who was this girl that suddenly had an uncomfortable amount of control over their lives?