Love Like a Blue Shell Pt. 01

"Steve, honey, I'm not comfortable with..."

"That's OK, Syd," Steve said, "You can do other things. Like, I don't know, why don't you trade Taylor a kiss."

Taylor rolled her eyes. Sydney's innocent act only went so far when her boyfriend was the famously frisky Steve. But Sydney wasn't going to skip her opportunity to skip out. She stood up and planted a little peck on Taylor's cheek.

She looked kind of proud of herself, as if she'd actually done something instead of wussing out. Whatever. Taylor had them all right where she wanted them.

*

Tim sat with his arms crossed and tried to stay as unnoticeable as possible. He hadn't realized how cold the apartment was until he was sitting on the couch, almost naked. He wanted to turn the heat up, but that meant getting up and he didn't want to parade his erect penis across the room.

Tim decided he wanted one win, just to say he'd done it (and to earn a kiss from Sydney). So he buckled down and concentrated, just like Taylor was always telling him to do. Sure enough, he took the next race.

Taylor took off her other sock and tossed it at Tim. The tiny brunette seemed upset, though Tim couldn't imagine why. It didn't bother Tim for long though, because then Sydney turned and gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek. Her lips made his skin tingle and he realized she smelled slightly like peaches. Then, Steve leaned in and gave Tim a kiss on his other cheek, laughing as he did so.

Things had gone so quickly, Tim was having trouble keeping up. The alcohol seemed to make time speed forward whenever Tim looked away. They'd all been drinking and gaming and then Tim looked up again and the room was getting naked.

And now, Tim realized, they were racing ever closer to the end. As soon as something real had to come out -- a boob, a dick, something -- that would finish things. It would be a funny story. A little innocent incident over too much alcohol and not enough self control. But that's all it ever would be and Tim was starting wonder if maybe he was missing out on something more. He tried to force himself to focus. To slow things down, even just a little.

The next race, Tim found himself back in fourth. But, somehow, Taylor lost again. This time to Steve. She grunted, angrily, and then sunk deeper into her seat.

As expected, Sydney stood up and kissed her boyfriend lightly on the lips. Tim would be lying if he said he wasn't focused on how the buxom blonde's tits bounced as she bent over.

Taylor stood up to do the same, but Steve held out his hand.

"What now?" Taylor asked. Tim noticed she was standing like someone who was about to tip over. "I'm just giving you your kiss."

"And I don't accept it."

Taylor towered over Steve and scowled. "It's OK for everyone else and not for me?"

"You accepted the exchange -- Sydney offered you a kiss and you agreed. But I think my win was worth more than a measly little smooch on the cheek."

"You want... tongue?" Taylor said that word almost silently. As if her own tongue couldn't bare to speak its name.

"Shirt," Steve said.

Tim practically choked on his own bile. Wait. What?

"No," Taylor said flatly.

"Those are my terms. Take them or admit that I'm better."

Taylor paused, as if she knew she had an argument packed somewhere, but couldn't find it at the moment.

"Think about it like a bikini, Swifty. I saw you in one of those at the Cape last year. What's so different about it now?"

Tim wanted to interject and say that clearly it was different, since Steve was asking for it. But he found that his voice had crawled down his throat and wouldn't come back out.

"I took off my shirt," Steve said, a little haiku, "And Tim's chest is also bare. It seems only fair."

Tim didn't know what to do. On the one hand, he really didn't want Taylor to take her shirt off in front of his friend. But something else spoke up in Tim's mind for the first time. Something that, in a wordless way, very much wanted Taylor to show Steve her bra-covered boobs.

It wasn't something Tim understood, this urge. Maybe, he rationalized, he wanted Taylor to do it because it was setting up Sydney to be forced to do the same. But he knew that wasn't it. Not totally. Some part of him just liked the idea. And the more he liked it the more that thought creeped him out and the more, then, that he liked that.

Taylor looked him in the eye, as if looking for some sort of answer. Tim just shrugged.

*

Taylor kept waiting for her boyfriend to stand up for her. To step in. Instead he simply shrugged and she was left to surrender.

"Suck my dick," she said, mostly to herself. Then in one swift motion, Taylor pulled her sweater right up over her head. The boys, even Sydney seemingly, all looked at her agog.

Taylor could feel her pussy cream a little. She was aroused. She'd already been aroused all damn day. The alcohol had only juiced her up even more. And watching these boys watch her had taken things up a notch beyond what she thought was the highest level. It was kind of a kick controlling the room with her body like that.

Oh God, she was really drunk. Way too drunk. Dammit. Taylor looked down at her tiny pink tits covered completely in white lace. She thought about the matching white, lacy panties under her jeans, as well. And beneath that, her hot little hole, drooling in anticipation. She told herself that this was as far as it would go.

Then Steve won again.

Sydney stood up and kissed her boyfriend. This time it was a little longer, a bit riskier. Taylor could practically see the jealousy running over Tim's face as he watched Sydney kiss Steve on the lips. As if that little peck was anything compared to the kinds of kisses Taylor gave him.

Steve then turned to Taylor and said, "Pants."

The room went dead silent. Taylor waited, again, for Tim to argue. But nothing happened. So Taylor slid her jeans over her ample ass, down her thin thighs, and into a pool at her feet. Her panties weren't all that revealing except...

Taylor looked down and noticed that there was a little dark patch right at her pussy. She saw immediately that Steve was staring at that exact same spot. The whole room seemed to be. Transfixed. Taylor took a deep breath and sat back down. The exposure that had felt so empowering before seemed to squeeze her down to nothing.

Despite that awful feeling, however, Taylor was able to (finally) take the next race.

"Well, guess I'm taking something off," Steve said, "Any requests?"

Once again he seemed so cocky despite the loss. It made Taylor nuts. Of everything Steve did that afternoon, his calm confidence made Taylor despise him most of all. She looked back down at her crotch. The embarrassing spot had almost gotten worse. Damn her stupid pussy. Well, two karts, one shell and all of that.

"No thanks. I think my win was worth more than a piece of your clothing."

"Oh Swifty, if you're angling for a kiss you're going to..."

"Pants," Taylor quickly corrected herself, "My pants. I want them back."

Steve just smiled and handed Taylor her skinny jeans. Somehow, despite the fact that she was still in just a bra, Taylor felt worlds better. Like wrapping a coat around herself in a heavy rain.

Then Taylor turned to Sydney and gestured. Shirt off, honey. Poor Sydney didn't look all that surprised. But she sure didn't look happy, either. Which was the point. Duh. Whatever gratification Taylor got from seeing the girl lift her shirt and expose her pale stomach and black bra, however, was lost when she say how Tim reacted. You'd think Sydney was unveiling the latest architectural marvel instead of a pair of boobs.

OK, enormous boobs. Especially on Sydney's thin frame, those tits seemed almost impossible. And the fact that there was a bra capable of holding those immensities back... Well, maybe it was an architectural marvel that Tim was entranced by.

Still, Taylor didn't like it and so, she took her last favor. With a not-so gentle tug she pulled Tim's face to hers and kissed him. Not one of Sydney's little pecks. But a real kiss with lips and tongue and teeth. She felt Tim's whole body rise to hers. His breath drew in. Their whole bodies connecting through that one place. Warm and wanting.

Taylor let him go and Tim dropped back, as if she'd sucked his very life force out his mouth. He lay there, dumbfounded. Unable to look anywhere but at her. Now that was how you kissed, bitches. Taylor gave Sydney a wink and then sat down in her lounge chair like it was a throne.

*

They all agreed to take a quick break. While Steve and Sydney took turns using the bathroom, Tim cornered his girlfriend in the kitchen. Both of them standing there in only their underwear, it was pretty strange and sexy.

"Well, this is not how I expected today to go," Tim said. "But you're OK with... We're OK?"

"Oh yeah,' Taylor said, "I'm fine."

"And if things keep going this way?" Tim asked. He didn't know why he pressed the issue. In fact, Tim was pretty sure that the game was coming to an end.

The beautiful blonde Sydney's beauteous bounteous breasts were now just bursting out of her bra. Taylor was at a much more acceptable state of nudity, and she seemed pretty pleased with herself. And that kiss! Holy fuck if that was a promise of things to come... Well then things were definitely about to cum alright.

All the more reason to accelerate the activities toward their finish.

"This seems pretty crazy right now," Taylor said. Then she paused, as if she was expecting Tim to say something more. "But yeah. Sure. Wherever it goes I'm cool with it."

After everyone sat back down, Sydney crossed her arms over her ample chest and said that it was getting kind of late. Her face was running reddish and Tim was sure that it wasn't just the alcohol.

"Let's do one more round," Steve said, "Just to even things out a little."

Taylor smiled wolfishly, clearly feeling unbeatable once again. "Can't miss the chance to show us your teeny-tiny peepee?"

"Oh Swifty, you wish."

Tim wasn't about to argue, either. Now that he'd cleared the way with Taylor, he couldn't pass up the chance to see even more of Sydney. He said a little prayer to the Mario Kart gods. Just one win -- he'd trade anything for that.

Apparently, the gods listened -- Tim took the first race with ease. His little Yoshi pumped his fist with glee as he took a victory lap. And speaking of little Yoshis, Tim took the opportunity to cover his back up, taking his pants back and quickly stuffing them on.

Tim looked over at Sydney but she wouldn't meet his eye. Having the blonde take off her pants sounded like an instant winner. But then Tim wondered if he was setting the bar too low. What, for example, would happen if he said 'bra?'

It didn't matter, though, because before Tim could decide, Steve spoke up. "Why don't you give him a kiss, babe?"

Sydney looked at Steve, her eyes wide and pleading. But her boyfriend just waved her on.

"Go on Babe," Steve said, "Show him what you've got."

Sydney stood up and turned to face Tim. He sat back and let her lean forward. Her long blonde hair hung in curtains around her adorable face. Her thick, oh-so-kissable lips slowly lowered down and then pressed against his own. That kiss from Taylor, this was not. Sydney kept her mouth tightly cinched and pressed down almost too hard, as if trying to grind Tim down with her teeth.

It should have been disappointing, but the situation made it so much more. Not just that Tim wanted Sydney -- that was almost enough on its own. But she was kissing him at her boyfriend's request and right in front of his girlfriend. It all just added this incredible charge to everything.

Tim gave into instinct. He pulled back a little then tasted at Sydney's thick lips. He ran his tongue along her mouth, then pressed forward. He did not perform some sort of strange mouth gymnastics. Didn't cast any secret spells. He just treated the connection like a real kiss between two people who might actually be attracted to each other.

And, almost shockingly, Sydney responded. She loosened her jaw and kissed back. Even let Tim slide his tongue lightly over her teeth. Playfully ran her tongue back against his own. It went from uncomfortable and wrong to sensuous and still really REALLY wrong. But that, too, only made things more amazing.

Sydney pulled away with a shy smile, then sat back down. They started the next race before Tim realized that he'd never even gotten his favor from Taylor.

*

Taylor focused on the next race with hot, hateful fire but it hardly helped. Once again, Steve took the win. He stood and made a long, deep sigh, like someone about to undertake a particularly messy job.

"Well, everyone else is getting kissed. I guess it's my turn," Steve said. Taylor took a deep breath to protest, but Steve kept going. "It is only fair. Your boyfriend kissed my girlfriend. It's not a big deal."

The breath stayed lodged in Taylor's throat. It was stupid logic. No logic. But she couldn't protest and Tim seemed unable, or unwilling, to argue as well. She looked up, expecting to see Steve's cocky smile on his face, but instead he just seemed resigned.

Well, Taylor thought, here goes nothing. She stood up and met Steve in the middle of the room. She couldn't help but notice Tim staring up at her, but she couldn't read his face. He still had quite the bulge in his pants, though. Couldn't miss that.

Taylor leaned forward for Steve's kiss, keeping her body distant. Then Steve pressed his lips to hers. She felt his hands rest on her waist. Thumbs tickling at the bare skin of her sides. Slowly he pulled her forward.

Taylor could certainly feel Steve's bulge now. It ground urgently against her sex and the traitorous, hairy twat did nothing but drip with desire in response. Bodies against each other. Mirroring mouths. Steve tested at her. Nibbled at her bottom lip. Probed with his tongue.

His hands dragged up Taylor's flanks and she fluttered. His fingers over her flat stomach. Against her ribs. Taylor careened between drowning in Steve's kiss and trembling under his touch.

Hands higher. Just under the wire of her bra now. He slid around as if he might... In that moment, Taylor wanted nothing more. Steve's hands slowly slid forward.

And he stopped.

Steve pulled away from the kiss so fast that Taylor nearly fell.

"Not bad, Swifty," Steve said, and Taylor hated herself but she giggled. They both sat back down. Taylor because she almost had to. Tim was looking at her and she couldn't tell if he was angry or aroused and she thought that maybe he didn't know, either.

The world was spinning. Her stomach twisted up. And all Taylor could think was I'm drunk. I am drunk. I am so so so drunk.

*

Steve took the third race, easily. Without even being asked, Taylor slid her pants off once again. She dragged them slowly over her perfect ass before placing them on the floor. Tim saw the little dark spot on Taylor's panties had spread even further.

"Last race," Taylor said, almost a whisper.

"This is the big one," Steve said, "Whoever wins this is the all time champion. They get one last wish from everyone."

Something about the way Steve said it, Tim knew this last round wasn't going to be for kisses and socks. Oh no. This was going to be epic. That thing he'd been asking Taylor about before -- about how comfortable she'd be if things went further. Tim imagined that this was what she'd been saying yes to. Whatever 'this' would be.

Taylor jumped out to the early lead, just like old times. Steve, however, stalled, and Tim quickly passed him. It looked to be a battle between him and Taylor. But then suddenly a red shell swerved in from behind and Steve sped past.

Now it was just Steve and Taylor racing for the win. But Taylor had such a lead that she seemed uncatchable. It was over, Tim knew. There was no way for Steve to take the lead.

"What's this?" Sydney asked. Tim looked over. Her character was holding the blue shell weapon. He supposed that she hadn't gotten one before, though he couldn't imagine how that could be. Still, he explained it to her.

Unlike the green shell -- which just went straight out wherever you fired it -- or the red shell -- which locked onto the racer in front of you -- the blue shell went straight after the player in first and was (except for a rare exception) completely unblockable. There was nothing to do but take the hit and, hopefully, move on.

As soon as Tim spoke, he regretted it. Just in explaining the weapon to Sydney, Tim knew he'd betrayed Taylor. But what was he supposed to do? Not say anything? Beg Sydney not to fire it? It all bolted through Tim's brain in moments. A whole argument about morality, fairness, and the loyalties we owe our loved ones. A lifetime of philosophical debate sped past in a matter of seconds.

But the moment was already gone.

"OOH, neat," Sydney said. Tim heard the telltale whoosh of the blue shell being fired.

"Fucking... Fuck!" Taylor shouted, "Suck my dick you stupid blue shell! Suck it!"

All the shouting hardly mattered. Taylor's kart went up in a big blue fireball. A moment later, Steve burst right past her.

The Mario Kart music sung triumphantly in the background. Taylor just stared down at her hands as if they'd betrayed her. She was mumbling and cursing and kind of rocking back and forth in her chair. It occurred to Tim that Taylor was far more intoxicated than he'd realized.

He started to interject that maybe it was time to just call it, but then Steve stood up and Tim's mind went blank. No one said anything. Steve surveyed the room and rubbed his palms. He'd been skipping Tim and Sydney since the kissing round, but now he told them both to go down to their underwear.

Tim was so busy with his own undress, he didn't see Sydney accomplish hers. She sat back down, jeans in one hand. Her thin pink legs pressed up against his own. Tim couldn't help but appreciate the blonde all the more: The flush on her cheeks and neck. The way her chest just spilled over her flat stomach. The tight black panties that barely covered her snatch -- a few rebellious shoots of blonde hair peaking out from the sides. And, sure enough, Tim saw, the girl had a wet spot to match Taylor's own. He looked back up and smiled and, to his surprise, Sydney smiled back. Wow.

Tim was so distracted by Sydney, he almost missed it when Taylor stood. She began to slide off her jeans again, but Steve stopped her. She sat back down, meekly. Steve slowly sauntered over to Taylor. He smiled that wolfish smile.

"You know, Taylor," Steve said in a way that was somehow more mocking than his usual Swifty, "You've been after me all day saying suck my dick, suck my dick. Well, I think that's what you should have to do."

"I don't... You want me to..."

"Suck. My. Dick."

Taylor looked up. Mouth agape like she was already going for it. Steve didn't wait for a response. He just walked into the middle of the living room and started unbuckling his belt.

This was the point where Tim said no. That this had already gone too far and it would not go any farther. And everyone laughed and agreed. Steve apologized and said he was just joking but of course no one believed him. Only it didn't matter because everyone had already packed up their things and moved on from it.

Except Tim didn't say no. He didn't say anything. He just sat there. Stared.

But that was OK. Because there was no way that Taylor would agree to it. She would just laugh in Steve's face and...

Taylor stood up slowly. She didn't speak, just loped over to where Steve stood in his grey boxer briefs. There was a pause. Tim waited for Taylor to say something. Anything! Everything just stuck for a second in time. And then Tim's soulmate dropped straight down to her knees.