Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... some dam had burst inside my body. “Then you have to stop asking.”

His smile widened and he nodded his head before he moved, ever so slowly, to gently press his lips against mine. I felt like my world exploded. My soft lips pushed back against his once, twice, in soft, almost hesitant kisses before he pressed his lips more firmly against mine and our quick kisses became a little more firm; once, twice, three times.

I parted my lips slightly and let my tongue gently swirl around the tip of his. The moment Sean’s tongue briefly touched mine almost made me wrap my arms around his neck but instead I just let my tongue hesitantly touch his for a moment as our lips continued to tentatively press together. Just when I was about to completely give in and fuse my lips to his and passionately dance my tongue with his, Sean pulled away. For a moment all I could do was revel in the intense feelings that rushed through my body as I breathed heavily.

“Damn!” was all he could exclaim softly, as he too obviously felt the intensity of the hesitant kiss we shared. It was something that a deeper kiss wouldn’t have had. I managed a weak, playful smile as I looked up at him. My eyes were crying out for my body’s release. “How about another?” he asked.

I laughed lightly at his question and sipped my drink before replying. “I thought you were going to stop asking now?” I teased softly.

He grinned at me. “I am hooked now,” he replied heatedly and moved to place his other hand on my ...

... waist so that he was holding me in a way that was more intimate, in a way that only my boyfriend should have held me. “Besides, you want one more, don’t you?”

My eyes widened slightly at those words and I once again drank a little more before answering. I relished in the feel of his strong hands holding my waist, as one would if I were riding his cock. My lips cried out for a kiss, just one more kiss.

“You’re very confident of yourself, huh?” I once more half-stated and half-asked playfully.

He didn’t respond right away as he gently pulled himself a little closer to me so that he not only held me by my waist but almost gently pressed me against the doorframe where the people around us could see. But no one seemed to care and everybody seemed to be too drunk and having fun. It certainly was one of the biggest house parties I had ever attended. But neither me nor Sean gave the slightest thought to anyone else. All that existed for both of us right then, was each other.

“I have a lot to be confident about,” he replied smugly. While he clearly was meaning about me finally giving in and kissing him, in our current situation, my mind flashed back to what Dianne had said about him earlier.

“So I have heard,” I replied in a playful voice that was just shy of being husky as I recalled the memory that flooded my body with a raging need.

For a moment he didn’t seem to understand, at least until I smiled and very briefly glanced down. Then a huge smirk spread across his ...