Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... front of our friends.

Other than his eyes though, Sean’s expression remained the same. His smirk grew a little more smug though. Before I could say anything, he spoke, once more too softly for anyone else to hear. “You call that a kiss? You can do better than that!” he almost whispered in a tone that was suddenly very similar to the one my boyfriend had used when his breath teased my neck and ear earlier before he left.

For a moment I didn’t know what to say. I could still feel his lips against mine and it sent a rush through my body. For a moment my judgement was clouded but it quickly cleared in a heartbeat as I gave him a small, sardonic smile.

“You only said a kiss. You didn’t say what kind,” I replied just as softly, though with more of a smirk of my own this time. That I was still on my hands and knees whispering to him didn’t strike me as flirtatious at all.

“You owe me another one, that wasn’t fair,” he responded intently and this time my smile turned to amusement as I shrugged.

“Tough luck. You got your kiss. You should be more specific next time,” I said and moved back to sit down. I took a long sip from my drink to mask my sudden surprise at saying "next time." There wouldn’t be a "next time." I definitely didn’t want a "next time." So why had I said that?

Sean thankfully didn’t seem to notice my slip and instead only watched me for a moment before he too moved back, though with a strange amused smile on his face. The game was broken up by one ...

... of my friends returning with the stereo and more drinks.

Sean kept his flirtatious nature and I had to admit that the more I drank, the more I liked the attention. I felt amazing as the night slowly wore on, incredibly horny but damn good too. The alcohol flooded through me, seeming to match the warmth of the spring night, and making me relax and giggle more, as well as making my horniness creep up within the conversations -- such as when talking to some of my girlfriends about guys we liked and what we hoped we could do with them, or twisting things that some of my friends said which set us all off into fits of hysterics.

Sean challenged me to a drinking game and knowing that I was better than most of the guys there, I knew it was going to be easy.

"Alright," I said with amusement and determination as I walked forward to stand opposite him and placed my empty cup on the counter "You're going down boy!"

His grin became more of a smug smirk at those words, and that interested look entered his eyes again as he looked me up and down.

"Oh, I think it's you that's going to be going down, Bonnie," he replied in a more focused-amused tone that was so clear that I knew that he meant it both as a reply to my challenge and as an insinuation...

...This time, though, that implication didn't make me blush. Instead I just took it as all part of the night's fun, and so instead of growing embarrassed, I simply laughed.

"You do have a lot of dreams, Sean-ney,” I joked, ...