Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... spilling it down one leg of his jeans. With a quick glance at the jeans laughing hysterically, Sean shook his head with an amused smile before he grabbed a couple of napkins to dry his leg and followed his friend towards the hall.

That was the last I saw of him as me and Dianne danced until Max changed the music a few songs later and we giggled our way into the kitchen for a vodka and lemonade to cool down with. And so the night continued with fun and drinks.

It was about half an hour later when the two of us were back together in the kitchen, laughing and joking as we shared a very strong cocktail that the random gay guy had made for them when suddenly Sean came bustling into the kitchen with a box full of cakes, which apparently Dianne’s friend Baker had brought with him. The name instantly brought a wide grin to my pink-haired friend's face, and so after both of us had reached in to grab a cake each, she smiled in a way too insinuating smile and said she would be right back as she walked off to find her cake-bearing friend quickly.

As Sean took out his cake and moved to stand where Dianne had been beside me, so that the others could get their cakes, I suddenly became very aware that I was essentially alone with him. His eyes, suddenly very intent on me, showed that Sean too had realised how alone we were and once again I felt as if her dress were slipping down over the slopes of my tits.

This time though, the alcohol, the intense horniness that filled my body, ...

... and all that had happened that night so far, made me simply stand there, my skin tingling slightly, as I watched him eyeing me up and down over the rim of my drink, waiting for Dianne to come back.

For a minute or two, the two of us stood in silence, just watching each other as the tension between us seemed to electrify the air as it grew. That pressure, and the heat suffusing my intoxicated body, only got worse when I took a bite of my cake and cream spilled out around my mouth and dripped onto the top of my chest, very near the slopes of my half-exposed breasts. While I instantly made a startled sound, Sean seemed to want to laugh until he saw where the cream had landed, and then his eyes sparkled as he looked up into my eyes with a grin.

"I'll get that for you," he offered, and I once again smiled as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I think I can handle it, thanks," I replied, sounding amused by the offer, and even more amused as I watched Sean follow my finger as it scooped the cream from just above my swelling breasts and then slipped into my mouth, my lips pursing around it as I sucked the cream off.

My boyfriend's good-looking friend's eyes grew hungrier as he watched me practically drooling, so hungry and lust-filled that suddenly I felt the horniness within me surge from my heart straight down into my screaming-for-cock pussy, and the tension in the air seemed to crackle.

"If you want some more I've got plenty for you," Sean almost whispered, just as he had ...