Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... was, I - who by now was completely lost in the moment and had forgotten all about my loving boyfriend - didn't think, I only felt, and right then I only felt like I was having too much fun.

“You wish,” I joked teasingly before downing a shot of something that immediately raced to my head and set my vision spinning for a few seconds. Shaking it off, I let out a deep breath, only to see Sean smirking at me.

"How about a kiss then?" he asked as he lined the glass up to his lips and watched me intently with his glazing eyes. "You still owe me one from the dare earlier."

I felt another butterfly's wings bolt around within my stomach at the brazen persistence of my boyfriend's friend, which of course added fuel to the fire already burning within me which my alcohol-spinning mind enjoyed.

"How about no?" I replied, and then added with a small smile that seemed to brighten that glaze in Sean’s eyes for some reason, "Besides, I already gave you that kiss, remember?"

"That was hardly fair," he said in response. "Come on, just one quick kiss?"

I pursed my lips in a small, playful smile as my body hummed with alcohol and horniness, seemingly thinking it over and really enjoying making him think that he actually had a chance. I had to admit that for a moment I did think about how good-looking and toned he was and that a quick kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone but I didn’t entertain that thought for more than a split second and not really seriously anyways. It was just that ...

... Sean was attractive enough to kiss.

Instead, I smiled inside at how much anticipation showed on his face.

All of that took less than a couple of seconds before I spoke. “Nope,” I replied and almost giggled at the frustration on his face. “I gave you your kiss for the dare, that's all you get. Now, are you going to drink that or are you going to give in?"

Sean's frustration melted into a small, determined smile, before he too downed the powerful liquid and squinted and shook his head at the potency of it, just like I had, and as he slammed the glass down he gave me a self-satisfied, challenging smile.

"You're never gonna take me," he said smugly.

"We'll see," I replied confidently.

And so the contest continued, and while Sean was clearly having the worst of it, I increasingly felt the effects of the strong shots that the two were downing so quickly. It was after a few more that I knew that I would have to do something to win or else we were both going to drink until we collapsed, and then that would be the end of this amazing night.

I was just about to suggest a mix of all that we had before, when out of the corner of my brown hues, I saw Dianne come into the kitchen and smirk as she saw me and Sean clearly drunk at the counter. That gave me a brilliant, if devious, idea.

"Dianne, Di," I called happily, and smiled tipsily as my friend came to stand beside me. "Sean thinks that he can beat me at a drinking contest."

My friend's amused and playfully ...