Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... already coursed through me and so my head seemed to spin as for a moment that I didn't know what to do.

“Go on,” Dianne said with obvious amusement at how uncomfortable I was. “It’s just a game.”

Oh, it was just a game and it wasn't like I had to kiss Sean fully, but still…

Those thoughts added to the tingling electricity that had lanced through my body a moment earlier. And so, whether it was because I was numb from shock, I turned to look over at Sean who was still staring at me intently. Taking a deep swig of my rum drink, and with my heart suddenly racing, I leaned forward on my hands and knees into the middle of the circle and looked at my boyfriend's friend. Smirking as he realised that I wouldn't come to him the whole way, Sean seemed to swagger as he moved closer to me. Thankfully my boyfriend was not there to see this.

“I could get used to this view,” he said softly enough for only me to hear. For a moment I thought he meant me being on my hands and knees, however his grinning face glanced down again and I suddenly felt exposed. Leaning over like that in my dress gave Sean a clear view straight down my neckline, allowing him to feast his eyes on my black laced bra that just about covered my breasts.

“In your dreams, Sean,” I said as I tried not to blush. The beating of my heart, the alcohol in my body and the feelings coursing through me and the whole situation made it difficult. “Let’s get this over with,” I added and waited for him to kiss me so ...

... that I could sit back down.

Sean however, didn’t move and instead only smirked deeper. “You have to kiss me, remember?” he said almost arrogantly and I sighed.

With that resigned thought, I leaned forward slightly and gently touched my lips to Sean’s. The moment my soft lips touched his, I felt a surge pass through my body. A flood of feelings that was more intense because of the feelings that my boyfriend had already set raging inside of me and which the alcohol doubled. There I was, on my hands and knees, in a low-cut dress, kissing a guy who was not my boyfriend, in front of lots of our friends after he had ogled me and stared down my dress all night. But the sudden feel of my lips on his seemed to feel like a fire that ignited everything within me and I couldn’t help but press my soft lips against his more fully and a little more firmly. It was still a purely platonic kiss but it was more than what I had initially planned on doing and for a brief moment, those three seconds that I kissed Sean felt like time had stopped.

After what seemed like an eternity to me, even though it was literally only a couple of seconds, I gently pulled my lips from his and without saying a word, silently looked into his eyes. Eyes that were no longer glazed with alcohol but rather with a lustful hunger. My heart beat faster and once more I felt that I was alone with Sean as my dress slid sexily down my body but I blinked and remembered that I was on my hands and knees before him and in ...