Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... his intense expression as his eyes fixed on me.

I found myself held still by his intense gaze. There was something about his eyes that promised something, that suddenly had me once again feeling that by-now-familiar sensation that I was about to lose my clothes. I was wearing a low cut dress and Sean had always flirted with me from day one. Even when we met earlier, he had tried to eye down my dress whenever the opportunity presented itself but as I drank more, I started to care a little less.

A fact not helped by my boyfriend teasing me relentlessly before coming and during the party, keeping me horny and on the edge. Now that he left, I was still horny with no outlet to take care of myself.

“Alright,” I nodded and took a deep sip out of my cup, which was mostly rum. I was not trying to steady my nerves. I had no need to.

Sean’s grin grew more amused. “What’s your bra size?” he asked suddenly.

I blinked. That was it? That same leaping of her heart when I had heard him compliment me earlier, just as the same thoughts returned; he asked that? In front of Dean, who was his close friend and my boyfriend’s close friend as well? In a way that obviously showed his interest in my body, and with a very open glance at my chest?

Throat suddenly dried, I was extremely conscious of all of the other people watching me, especially Sean, and so I took a quick drink of my rum. It was more of a deep swig anyway -- as I wracked my mind. I did not want to tell this guy who ...

... ogled me so openly what my bra size was, that would only make what he said and the way he looked at me worse.

"Dare," I said, a little hoarser than I would have liked, though I was pleased that I could keep eye contact with my boyfriend's teammate.

Sean’s smile slipped a little as he had been hoping that I would tell him and he had thought that I would answer, and so he tried to think of what dare he could ask that I would do when once again, shouts of 'kiss' quickly sprang up.

That shout did two things; one, brought a big grin to Sean’s face as he nodded, offering me the dare and three, sent a bolt of electricity shooting through my already lust-purring body. That last wasn't just lust though, it was more shock, surprise, and nervousness that seemed to spark the feelings that my boyfriend had stoked only moments before and that mixed with all of the things that had happened already that night; not only what Sean had said to me, and how he had looked at me, but also that he had done all of that in front of my boyfriend. He had talked about how sexy I was, had blatantly ogled me and looked down the top of my dress at my breasts, asked about my bra size, and now wanted me to kiss him, all in front of our friends. That and how his eyes had made me feel like I was stripping for him...all of it just came together, along with me looking at Sean's obviously attractive face that was so intent on me in every way.

All of that just went straight to my head with the alcohol that ...