Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... when we were playing spin the bottle earlier, and that horniness within me suddenly surged up a notch until my head began to swim gently.

For a moment all I could do was stare into his eyes and feel myself breathing a little heavier, held by the intense desire of his gaze and how attractive he actually was. Only for a moment, then I was able to smile amusedly and a little playfully. The problem was that my mind still spun a little, and so what I intended to say came out a little differently.

"You can keep your cream away from my tits, Sean," I said just as softly, and immediately felt a stab of horniness lance through my body, straight into my pussy, at those sexy words that seemed so flirty with how quietly they had been spoken. I had never spoken so boldly to another guy before but then when I was drunk, I usually was more brash with my words.

I had only meant to playfully warn off my boyfriend's friend, but the way that the words came out lit up Sean's eyes like a bonfire. Those eyes immediately dropped to my gently heaving chest, hungrily watching my breathing push my cleavage up and against the tight top of the dress I was wearing. He inched a little closer. That small move sent a fire through my veins for some reason, and my heart beat a little faster.

Sean looked up at me again, our faces seeming closer than they actually were, cakes forgotten in both of our hands, and was about to speak when a couple of his teammates came barrelling into the kitchen, ...

... shouting, causing them both to look around just as the two loud jocks grabbed hold of Sean and, amidst fits of laughter, began telling him about how Marcus had been tied to a lamppost naked.

That split moment in the tension suddenly gave me back control of myself, and so when Sean turned to look back at me, I simply regarded him as I normally would have as I took a deep swig of my drink to settle the unsteady fire within my horny body. This was just as well as when I turned to watch the three football players coax him reluctantly towards the hallway, I saw my friend coming over with a very amused and extremely insinuating smile on her face. I finished my drink and began pouring a new, stronger one, slightly unsteadily as she came to stand beside me.

"That looked...intense," my friend probed and when I glanced at her impassively I saw that my friend was obviously waiting for something, though in my drunken haze, I had no idea what.

"Sean’s just being the horn-dog that he always is," I replied lightly, and then recounted what had happened…at least, without how I had felt about it, anyway.

Dianne just laughed as I sipped my new drink. "I would be careful of that one," Dianne added with a small, hidden smile.

"Who, Sean?" I asked as I leaned against the counter and looked towards where the good-looking friend of my boyfriend was heading through the door, his tall, toned body looking even more so as he passed 'normal' looking people. I ignored the stirring of the ...