Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... disdainful smile at the grinning-proud friend of my boyfriend showed what she thought of that.

"So, what next?" Sean said smugly as he rested his hands expectantly on the counter.

"Well," I began, "Dianne has a little drink that I think would be perfect.”

My pink-haired friend eyed me confusedly for a moment before a wide grin curved her lips and she quickly headed out of the room. In a moment she was back with a bottle of that black drink that she had pranked me with earlier. Promptly both me and Sean had a double-shot of each in front of them, and I took a deep breath before raising the glass to my lips.

I didn't want to drink that stuff again, but at least I knew what I was in for, which the smugly-cocky friend of my boyfriend didn't. And so, hoping that I wouldn't be ill after this, I downed the drink as quickly as possible before slamming the glass to the counter and trying desperately to keep my face from screwing up in disgust. Sean, however, only smirked at me before he downed his and the result had both me and Dianne in stitches.

Sean gagged and choked as his face screwed up like a piece of paper in a fist, and the sudden exclamation of disgust that he shouted was so from-the-soul that if I hadn't been laughing so hard I may have felt sorry for him.

"I think I win,” I announced triumphantly as I saw my boyfriend's teammate's face turn a little green, and smiled happily as those around me began cheering and clapping her on the shoulder.

He only ...

... nodded as he finally straightened his face and eyed the bottle of black death with very watery eyes.

"That was unfair,” he said half-choking.

"Aww, going to pout Seanny?" Dianne teased before grinning at me, then back at him. "You seem to say that a lot."

“Aww,” I cooed and reached over to ruffle his hair.

The smile that sprouted on his attractive face, however, had nothing to do with his thinking that he had won me over, but rather, I noticed that with me leaning forward on the counter gave him another clear view down the top of my dress. This time all I did was smile amusedly as I moved back and playfully rolled my eyes.

"Careful, you might fall down there if you keep staring like that," Diane teased Sean as she watched his eyes gawk avidly at my breasts.

I slapped my friend's arm and gave her a shocked open-mouthed smile which was soon turned on my boyfriend's friend.

"Quite happily," Sean replied and I threw the empty plastic cup that I had used earlier at him, which he ducked out of the way before grinning at me.

It was at that playful moment that my and Diane’s favourite song in the world came suddenly blasting from the slightly darkened lounge, and with a sudden shared glance of amazed pleasure at each other, we women moved.

The moment the song came on and when I saw my friend's face, I knew exactly what my friend was thinking, and so without backward glance the two of us hurried into the living room which had turned into more of a slightly ...