Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... horniness within me at that. "He's just all talk.”

She glanced at me from the side, though I hardly noticed as I watched Sean glance over his shoulder at me from over the rim of my cup.

"I've heard he's more than just talk,” Dianne said insinuatingly, and with soft amusement. I turned to look at her, eyeing her curiously, and when I asked what Dianne meant, she continued as she watched me with very intent eyes. "I have just been hearing from some of the girls that Sean is more 'some talk and all trousers,' rather than 'just talk'."

My pink-haired friend laughed insinuatingly at that last part, obviously meaning to tease me in her joking way that she had, however for me those words wildly stirred the heat within me into a surging tempest of lust. My body had been crying out to be fucked hard and long all night, and so hearing what Dianne said was like igniting a raging inferno within my pussy, and my cheeks showed that as they suddenly turned a bright crimson as I turned to glance at where Sean had left through the front door.

His words, his persistence, his eyes, his intensity, his desire, his good-looking face, his brazenness in front of our friends, his toned and strong body, his big cock; without thinking of any, all of these things whipped the inferno within me to a frenzied flood of mind-rending, intoxicating horny lust that the copious amounts of alcohol (which had seemed to wipe all thoughts of my boyfriend from my mind) only fuelled. And so I stood there, ...

... heart racing and breathing growing heavier as I took a deep drink from my cup, feeling my mind spinning.

"You alright, Bonnie?" Dianne asked with a most amused grin on her face, which only increased when I turned to smile back at her calmly.

"I'm fine," I replied as nonchalantly as possible, my eyes aflame, "I was just thinking."

"I bet," my friend murmured, before she picked up another cake and began eating.

The conversation continued on to different topics and for a while, I found it hard not to think about what Dianne had said about Sean. However, after a lot more drinking, my horny mind cleared even though my body still screamed for attention.

It was a little while later that I held another new drink in my hand, filled more with rum than coke again and leaning against the door frame between the kitchen and hall. I was smiling to myself as I watched everyone around me having fun and revelled in the feeling of the happiness, horniness and alcohol that buzzed through my body as I listened to the music playing from the other room.

I didn’t know how long I was standing when I suddenly felt a firm hand rest on my waist before Sean came to stand close in front of me. He smiled that same interested and intense smile that he had directed at me all night as he looked down at me. The feel of his hand sent shivers down my spine and my already alcohol-glazed eyes sparkled as I silently looked up into his eyes. He leaned closer to me so that he could speak softly and ...