Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

So I had decided on a pure black party dress that clung gently to my upper body and slim waist yet hung loose around the tops of my thighs. The skirt ended just above the middle of my thighs and the top of the dress was snug around the swelling firmness of my breasts and cut low enough in the centre to display a generous view of my cleavage. The dress itself was held up by two thin straps over my shoulders and a small zip at the back. Underneath I had chosen my sexiest black lace underwear, something that I knew my boyfriend would love later. I had also chosen a sleek pair of black heels that had a beautiful strappy design that wound around my slender ankles. The necklace and bracelet that I wore were presents that my boyfriend had bought me for our two-year anniversary a few weeks ago. My long, black hair hung down to the bottom of my shoulder blades in luscious waves, and I had decided to leave it loose tonight, despite my boyfriend enjoying it when I wore it in a ponytail, for obvious reasons, as it just looked better with the dress.

But as usual, my boyfriend had to leave the party earlier and just when things were really starting to kick in too. But as he worked a shift job, it meant he worked odd hours and I was an understanding girlfriend.

We were playing truth or dare while having tons of alcohol. I learned my lesson not to attend any more house parties, certainly not with my boyfriend. Though he accompanied me to Dianne’s house party, he left early like he ...

... usually did, although I had my friends around for company. Dean was there with his friend Sean, whom I found to be annoying and cocky though I had to admit he was good-looking, just not my type.

And so we played truth or dare, with laughs and shocking truths coming out all around. Many of the dares quickly became about kissing the person that you liked, or the guys trying to get the girls to kiss again, though this time Dianne had to kiss the drunk girl who started the whole game off, and I couldn't help but think that that was just karmic justice for my friend's insistence on me playing. Sean had to run into the kitchen and 'moon' everyone -- something I thought he would have done without the dare anyway -- and Dean was dared to kiss Richard, which I found hilarious, and a little curious -- though once more the type of kiss wasn't specified and so he got out of it by kissing his friend's head. The jibes about the two of them in the showers on Saturday still made it worth it.

Others were dared to down a full cup of vodka, still others were asked to admit who they liked, or where the wildest place they'd ever had sex was, or what underwear they had on, while others had dares about flashing the group or running naked outside; that last saw the end of Richard and one of the bimbo-sluts that Sean had been talking to.

I would have collapsed in laughter until the bottle spun again and landed on… me and Sean.

"Truth," Sean said almost immediately, a small smile accompanying ...