Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... yet be heard over the music and general noise of the house.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said in a soft, playful, yet intense way.

“I know. Anyone would think you were stalking me,” I replied back, not removing his hand as I took a sip from my cup with my brown hues twinkling with horniness as I kept them locked on his predatory gaze.

“No, just keeping an eye on you in case you spill any more cream on your…” he replied in an even more desirous tone before he deliberately glanced down to briefly and appreciatively ogle at my cleavage. “...tits.”

The subtle hunger that Sean used to repeat my own words to me made my stomach flutter once more as my pussy tingled excitedly. The whole night’s event with him and Dianne’s words about him burned unconsciously within my hungry body.

“Oh, and why would you do that?” I asked almost innocently, which made the teasing edge behind my words more intense.

That it worked was shown in the fire that blazed in his eyes as he once more raised his gaze to lock eyes with mine and began to let his strong hand on my slim waist gently and slowly stroke from my waist to the edges of the small of my back.

For me, the whole erotically-tensed situation only intensified everything that had boiled inside me all night up to this point. I thought that my whole body was suddenly going to be transformed into lust personified as it seemed to tingle and glow with mind-spinning energy.

"To help get rid of it if you did..." Sean replied, in a ...

... whisper that made my skin tingle as he moved his mouth closer to my ear, his warm breath teasing my neck as my forgotten boyfriend had earlier that night, "...and to give you more if you want it."

My mouth opened and I breathed out a little raggedly at the sensations that ran down my spine and across my skin. My breathing quickened and my heart began to pound forcefully within my chest. My breasts heaved up and down beneath the confines of my dress as he moved his face back in front of me, though this time a little closer so that our noses almost touched.

“How chivalrous of you,” I teased breathily, though the intensity of my own voice made it more of a flirty comment than the joke that I had intended.

The smile that curved Sean’s lips was still intense but more playful than before.

“Does that mean I can get that kiss now?” he asked cockily.

I laughed lightly as I looked at him. “You really are persistent, aren’t you?” I half-asked and half-stated amusedly before I took another deep sip from my cup. My body was on fire at that point and my mind was spinning with lust and alcohol.

He grinned at me and shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t stop asking until you give in,” he replied playfully.

I glanced down at my cup, running my finger around the edge before I bit down on my bottom lip and smiled up at him. “Fine. But just one,” I finally said as my eyes locked back with his. I almost moaned breathily at the rush of excitement that was released inside me, as if ...