Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep8

Last time, Taylor got a bit too drunk and fooled around with another guy while her boyfriend watched. And she

felt really bad about it. Her solution? Well, maybe two wrongs don't make a right, but what about two pussies?

Everyone is over 18.

Although he had regrets about the drunken debauchery of the previous weekend, Tim had to admit he was also

hoping that it might lead to more. So he was a bit disappointed when the next weekend arrived and things were

back to normal. Not that he thought that he and his girlfriend Taylor should become, like, swingers or whatever.

But a little sexy play might have still been interesting.

Only they weren't doing any of that. In fact he and Taylor weren't having sex at all. Tim chalked it up to his

girlfriend's body feeling icky from before. He just hoped she got over it soon. He had sserious role play in

mind and it wasn't going to involve dice or a dungeon master screen.

In the meantime, they slipped into something that felt more like a friendship. Ironically, that involved playing a

lot of MaKart. Taylor even paused the gin places to give Tim tips -- how to grab the shortcuts and avoid

the most dangerous obstacles. But it was still extra awkward between them and Tim was hoping that a nice

relaxing weekend would help them both loosen up.

"Colin and Courtney are coming over this afternoon," Taylor told him over breakfast, "I told them about last

weekend and they want to have another MaKart tournament."

"You WHAT?"

Tim had known Colin and Courtney since his freshman year of college. They were his closest friends. But he still

wasn't going to tell them about what had happened with Taylor the previous weekend.

"Not that stuff. Just that we played and it was fun and | thought it would be fun for them to play too. We never

see them anymore -- | feel like the last twe hung out was before their wedding. I'm sorry. You said you were

OK and | just missed them so much. | can call and cancel."

Tim sighed. He had to admit, he missed his friends, too. Maybe stwith their college companions would

be just what he and Taylor needed.

*

Colin and Courtney took their Civic to Tim and Taylor's place. It was a little annoying, having to drive into the

city, but it was easier than taking the T. Plus it gave them plenty of tto stare out the windshield and not talk

to each other. Colin had met Courtney right at freshman orientation. They'd lost their virginity to each other,

moved in together after graduation, and gotten married. Then the honeymoon. They'd been lying there, under a

Caribbean blue sky in post-coital, post connubial bliss, when suddenly Courtney had announced that she wanted

to see other people.

Well, not exactly.

Courtney had said that she was afraid. Neither of them had been with anyone else and she was worried that they

were missing something. Her parents had a beautiful high school romance followed by an ugly divorce. Courtney

was worried that she and Colin were headed down the spath -- that they'd grow to resent each other if they

didn't at least enjoy being young.

Colin understood that. The idea of spending the rest of your life with someone was scary. And, he guessed,

Courtney had gotten a little frightened. But Colin also didn't understand it. Because spending the rest of his life

with Courtney sounded wonderful to him. He didn't want her to be with someone else and he had no interest in

trying someone new, either.

But the more he argued the harder they fought. Now they really did resent each other and the silence hurt him

far worse than the shouting.

Courtney found a parking spot a few blocks from Tim and Taylor's apartment. It was icy cold, even by Boston

standards. Colin and Courtney were both buried in layers, wrapped around themselves, just trying to hold in the

heat. When they got to the apartment building, Courtney held up her hand and told Colin to wait a moment.

They spoke. Well, mostly Courtney talked and Colin listened. When they were done, and Colin had agreed, they

went inside.

Tim was waiting at the door, almost too smiley. Taylor sat on the couch, controller already in hand. Colin had

always thought Taylor was cute, even though she was so different from the woman he married.

Both women were around the sheight. Courtney, though, was a bit thicker. Not chubby really, she just kept

a bit of baby fat. Mostly in her chest and bottom. Colin could live with that.

They both had dark hair, but Courtney's ran to the reddish and she wore hers long, almost to the middle of her

back. Courtney was always reserved. Sort of serious. Taylor liked to laugh loudly, scream and curse. Colin

imagined that Taylor was probably a lot of fun in bed. Courtney was more sweet, caring.

Colin could live with that, too.

*

Taylor took Colin and Courtney's coats and tossed them in the bedroom. She noticed that they were both

wearing sweaters and jeans. They looked couple-y, Taylor thought, despite it all.

She was so happy to see them both. Courtney was the closest thing Taylor had to a female best friend. When

Taylor had started dating Tim, junior year, Taylor and Courtney had bonded almost immediately. Like a sort of

best friends grenade with the pin already pulled.

As for Colin, well, Taylor had always kind of had a thing for Colin. His light brown hair and shy smile. Taylor didn't

like to admit to herself why she found him attractive, though. It was the oh-so-committed relationship with her

bestie. Something about the idea of taking Colin aside and making him smash that loving loyalty in a desperate

bid for Taylor's own body...

It gave her shivers.

Not that she'd ever act on such a thing. It was just a fun fantasy. But she always had thought that if things with

Tim had broken she'd make a play for Colin.

Taylor looked over at Tim and he gave her a little smile. But his eyes still looked distant and sad. Tim might say

they were OK, but she knew it wasn't true. They weren't even having sex, for God's sake. Objectively, Taylor

knew her plan seemed like something stupid you'd see on TV (or PornHub). But she also knew that she would do

anything to fix what had happened. Even this.

"This is the plan?" Courtney asked, "We're going to play MaKart all day?"

"Pretty much," Taylor said, and shrugged. "And drink."

"Awesome," Courtney said and plopped herself down on the couch. Tim went around and cracked open beers for

everyone. They gathered around the TV. Courtney, Colin, and Tim crowded onto the couch. Taylor climbed back

on her throne -- the lounge chair.

"Let's do this thing," Colin said.

"Just waiting on one more," Taylor said. Tim cocked an eyebrow at her. She just shrugged. As if on cue, there was

a knock on the door.

"Tim, could you get that?"

Tim extricated himself from the couch then walked through the kitchen and opened the front door. Then there

was silence.

Like the whole world had just stopped.