Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... referring to his earlier "dream" about "getting used to the view down my dress," as I picked up a bottle of tequila "Now, are you ready to show all these fine people how much of a lightweight you are?"

"Bring it on," he replied challengingly, and the contest began.

The first couple of shots went past quickly, the next were straight shots of the white rum that I had been drinking, and then, as I refused to drink beer, shots of something that was set on fire followed the rum. The cheers rang out and the glasses slammed down onto the counter and I felt my head starting to gently move as my body tingle a little more from the alcohol, which only seemed to heighten the already simmering horniness that was pulsing within me, bringing it more to my mind.

And so, lost in how much fun I was having then, and the whole night, and once again having forgotten all about going to see my boyfriend, I felt my inhibitions lessening and my fun, joking, teasing flirty side, beginning to take over.

“Getting a little weak in the knees, Seanny-boy?” I teased with a small playful smile as I watched him sway uneasily on his feet.

Sean simply laughed as he downed the triple-sized shot that he held in his hand and slammed the glass down on the counter.

"Ha!" he exclaimed as he leaned on the hard surface, probably to steady himself, though he still seemed to sway. Or was that my vision? "The only one who will be 'weak in the knees' is you, when I'm done with you,” he added with such a ...

... sheer veil of implication that it was almost not worth bothering.

I laughed lightly again as I took the four-sized shot of some green alcohol that someone poured for me.

"Now you really are dreaming…," I replied with an amusedly playful smile, before downing the drink that seemed to taste like apples, and slamming the glass down on the counter "...and has anyone ever told you that overconfidence is as bad as a lie?"

Taking his turn with the green drink, Sean smiled confidently, and I had to admit, he had a cute smile. Well, I had always said that he was good-looking, just that I wasn't attracted to him.

But still, that smile was cute.

"It's only over-confidence if it's not true,” he replied before downing the drink, his glass joining the others. Oddly, he seemed to stand up a little straighter now, then added with that same self-assured smile, "I guess you'll have to be the judge of which it is, ah?"

I ignored the small butterfly that flitted in my stomach at his tone, his words, and the way that he looked at me. I was slowly becoming very aware of the head-spinning lust that had filled me all night, suffusing my every vein and setting my pussy burning. Not because of Sean, even if he was good-looking and cute. Oh no, but his words and eyes seemed to stir what was already pent up within me and what the alcohol coursing through my mind and body enhanced. The fact that he was very attractive and had a charming smile, maybe added a little. Maybe.

Whatever it ...