Love Like a Blue Shell Pt. 02

"That works for me," Colin said, as if he were surprised by his own comfort.

"What about the fifth person?" Tim asked.

"The person who comes in last after four races has to do a favor for whoever came in first," Taylor said, "Nothing naughty. You know, get them a beer. Kiss on the cheek. That kind of thing. That's all."

"The winner should also get a favor from the new person," Courtney said, "Seems only fair."

Taylor wasn't sure about fair, but she wasn't going to dampen Courtney's spirits now.

Colin was the last person out, but everyone agreed to a moratorium on favors till after the first round. Taylor, Tim, Courtney, and Sydney would race first.

Taylor selected her racer and felt the tension in the room rise. Everyone was nervous. Jumpy. This wasn't just for pride or a fun little competition between friends. A lot was riding on this and it seemed like everyone was feeling it.

First track, Sydney lost the race and a sock. Taylor had watched the blonde play and, well, the poor girl might be stark naked in the next ten minutes. Courtney lost the next race and gave up a sock, as well. As expected, Sydney was the first to be completely barefoot and then Courtney followed. This meant that Sydney finished in last, overall, and so she and Colin both owed Taylor a favor.

"I'll take a kiss on the cheek from both of you," Taylor said, setting the early stakes. The two of them kissed her at the same time and Taylor suddenly felt a little warm. She had to admit, it felt kind of nice.

This couldn't be going better, Taylor thought. Except for one thing: the standings showed that Taylor was in first. Tim was supposed to be winning these things, dammit! He needed to step it up or it was going to be last Sunday all over again.

*

Tim knew he needed to step things up or he'd be naked, watching Taylor doing who knows what no matter what she'd promised. They were all pretty drunk and Tim could tell that self-control was something everyone was only pretending at.

After the kiss, Sydney was off to the side, saving her further disrobement (Was that a word? Tim decided it would be a word). That was both good for her and bad for Tim, but whatever. The four college friends were in competition this time and they settled into old habits.

"I'm going to smash your ass, Bowser," Colin said.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of sex joke?" Tim asked.

"Please," Taylor said, "I'll be eating Luigi burgers before the end of the day."

"Was that supposed to be some sort of sex joke?" Courtney asked.

They careened around the course, hitting each other with shells and screaming like it was old times.

It looked like Taylor was going to win once again, but she lost control at the last second and Tim took first. The next round, Taylor got off to a bad start and never recovered. The third race, she blew it again.

"Boy, Tay, you're having really bad luck," Colin said, as the lithe, little brunette got blasted by one of his red shells.

Tim couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It wasn't like Taylor to lose this way and it really wasn't like her to take losing this well. Still he could hardly complain when the last race of the set ended and he had lost just one measly sock.

The rest of the group was all completely barefoot. Tim had to admit this was kind of nice. The week before with Steve had felt so aggressive and angry. Predatory, almost, honestly. But today was just fun. He was happy to show some foot, happy for the hope to see a little more. He didn't feel angry about Taylor or scared about Colin. He certainly didn't mind having Sydney in play, either.

This was comfortable, Tim realized, in a really odd way. Just playing a silly stripping game with four old friends.

Taylor had somehow managed to come in dead last and now owed Tim a favor, as did Sydney as her ante to return to the game. The two girls agreed to give Tim another double kiss and they both smacked his cheeks at the same time.

Tim smelled Sydney's peachy perfume again and almost went dizzy with it. His own girlfriend's touch, after almost a week of non-contact, was also really nice. Tim went from comfortable to downright excited.

This was a fun game!

*

Now that she was out for the round, Taylor was able to scan the room. She had to admit, it seemed like everyone was having fun. The next four races saw Colin take charge and soon Tim was totally barefoot while Sydney and Courtney were without belts.

Once again, Sydney came in last. The poor girl was just a loss at Kart. She and Taylor owed Colin twin kisses, which they happily gave.

And Taylor now realized she was in trouble. Not about the clothing. That was expected. Anticipated, really. No the problem was Colin, who kept looking at her in a more than friendly manner. He was supposed to be making eyes at Sydney but apparently that was Tim's personal pleasure. Of course Tim was also supposed to be looking somewhere else -- Courtney, the one girl who was trying to fool around with someone beyond her beau. Taylor knew she had to turn this thing around and soon.

The four college friends got ready to race again as Sydney, sadly, just couldn't seem to keep her Kart on the road. Which meant she couldn't keep her clothes on for much longer, either. Taylor just hoped that Colin would start looking in the right direction once Sydney's giant headlights got out of the garage.

As she had previously, Taylor did her best to weave her way to the center, avoiding last while still surrendering first. She wasn't always perfect, however, and on the first track she got eaten by a giant plant (no, seriously -- Mario Kart could be so weird sometimes), leaving her in last.

Well, here we go, Taylor thought to herself. She realized everyone in the room was looking her way. She reached for the bottom of her sweater and pulled it upward. It wasn't so bad. The shirt showed a little outline of her bra, but that was really all. Mostly she was just cold, now in short sleeves. Taylor took a moment to turn up the heat in the apartment before the next race. She felt Colin eyeing her bottom as she walked across the room.

Well, at least the boy had good taste, she thought to herself.

*

Tim felt his stomach tighten in all the best ways when Taylor lifted her sweater over her head. Oh sure, she wasn't showing anything, but it showed where things were headed and Tim couldn't help but be excited about the potential destination.

He had spent all week telling himself that he'd never be able to convince Taylor to fool around again like they had the week before. Yet here she was volunteering for it. And with Sydney around as well? If he kept some sort of secret sex fantasy journal, he'd have been sure Taylor was reading it.

Then things got even better.

Courtney was the next to lose, and lose her sweater as well. Now wearing just a light blue t-shirt, Tim could see the outline of Courtney's bra. Courtney dressed more for comfort than to show off her body. She had always worn baggy clothing -- even in summer she was usually well-covered. But now in just the t-shirt, Tim wondered if maybe he'd underestimated the size of his friends' wife's chest. His friend's wife. Yeah. Tim had to admit there was something a little thrilling about that.

Even more thrilling, though? Once Sydney got back into the game her top would be coming off, as well. And why feast on the appetizers when the main course was clearly so filling?

Taylor took the last race, which meant she'd be gathering favors. It was funny, Tim found he was paying more attention to who lost rather than who won. Colin and Sydney went over to Taylor for the now-standard kiss, but she stopped them.

"Boring!" Taylor said, "How about you two kiss each other, instead." The room got eerily quiet. Everyone knew this was coming, but at the same time there was knowing and then there was happening. Even Sydney looked nervous, and she didn't have a significant other to worry about.

"It's just a peck on the cheeks," Taylor said, "Jeez guys. I'm not crazy."

The whole apartment seemed to sigh in relief. Colin and Sydney gave each other a quick peck ("Very European," Courtney said) and the game continued.

Sydney lost the next race, of course. She stripped off her sweater, showing off a deep red t-shirt that seemed to strain at every stitch. Tim loved the color red and loved it even more when it surrounded Sydney's spectacular chest.

He assumed (hell, the whole room assumed) that Sydney would be showing more soon enough, but she managed to hold together and, somehow, didn't even finish in last overall. Instead, it was everyone else who started to show a little more skin.

First Tim lost -- probably distracted by Sydney's... Eyes. He started to reach for his shirt, but then realized a few things. 1. It was damn cold in the apartment and sitting topless didn't appeal. 2. A t-shirt and boxers was kind of his usual weekend attire, anyway. So, in a surprise move (seriously, people gasped), Tim stood up and dropped trou.

His boxers were pretty concealing all things considered. His member, while not dormant, didn't completely poke out, either. Tim felt kind of comfortable, actually.

Courtney lost next. She stood up and mimed taking off her own pants, as well, then reached for her shirt. She got a good laugh for that, but the room got dead silent once the expected shirt came off.

Courtney had on a forest green bra that kept her assets well covered. Still, just seeing this much made Tim realize he'd been wrong all these years and right a few minutes ago: Courtney was kind of stacked. Not Sydney sized, naturally, but Court had a nice pair of tits for sure, sprinkled with freckles just like the rest of her body.

The group gave Courtney a little round of applause for her daring. She did a curtsey and then sat back down on the couch. Tim realized he had claimed quite the seat between the amazing emerging pairs of Courtney and Sydney.

Now it was Taylor's turn to dictate terms and, again, she made things more interesting.

"Colin, why don't you kiss Sydney again and Courtney, you should kiss Tim."

Well, it wasn't totally unexpected. Colin went over and did the cheek thing with Sydney. They did it a little more playfully this time, acting like a couple of French friends meeting for dinner -- mon amis and all.

Unexpected was saved, instead, for Tim. He stood and presented his cheek to Courtney, but instead she grabbed his head and gave him a quick peck on the lips. It was nothing. Less than nothing. But for a second it felt like everything. And that was enough.

Courtney giggled and sat back down but the rest of the room paused for a moment before it could move on.

"What?" Courtney asked. No one said anything.

*

Colin was not happy after Courtney kissed Tim. Oh it was nothing, he heard her say in his head -- and in his head he knew that was true. But in his heart, a far different reality sank in. Next time, he would give more than a little peck to Sydney, that was for sure. Or, even better, Taylor.

With that kind of inspiration in mind, Colin managed to stay in front almost the whole way. Taylor still somehow won the overall, but Colin didn't lose any clothing, either. Quite the accomplishment. And as he watched the races go by, he got to see a few far more interesting things.

Silent Sydney was the first to lose her shirt. She turned practically crimson when she did so, revealing a ruby bra to match her red shirt and her cherry face. Colin could tell Sydney had a huge chest through her sweater, hell NASA could probably see those babies from space. Now that they were truly out, though, he realized he might have been underselling them. That poor bra seemed ready to snap at any second. He swore he could hear it groaning from the strain.

Sydney was clearly very pretty with her long blonde hair, girl-next-door face, and ample assets. Colin knew Tim approved -- the boy barely stopped staring. But for Colin? Eh. He could appreciate Sydney objectively. But she wasn't really his type. You know, as compared to Taylor.

She was next to show off her bra. Taylor was wearing something black and simple which made it all the more arousing. She had these cute, perky little tits and Colin found himself really intrigued by them. Not to mention her stomach, which was washboard flat and really sexy.

Maybe that was part of it. Yes, Sydney was beautiful, but she seemed like the type who would giggle and cover her face the first time she saw your dick. Taylor on the other hand, she seemed like someone who would get down and FUCK. And that fucking mattered.

And when Colin reminded himself that this was Tim's girlfriend he was fantasizing about? Well that just made it all the more exciting.

Ironically, though, it was Tim that was the most interesting when he lost his shirt. Not that Colin cared for the male form. Especially not Tim, who was hairy as fuck (although Colin could concede that his friend looked wiry and strong. Nice legs. In a thoroughly heterosexual appreciation sort of way).

No what made it interesting was that Tim was now one loss away from being the first to show actual, all-out organ. If they stopped the game right there, it would be remembered as a fun little gas. Nothing of value was lost. Once Tim's Tim came out, it was real. People would be showing all kinds of parts. Maybe doing all kinds of things.

The way ahead was clear. And Colin had to admit to himself that he was excited for all the twists and turns.

*

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.