Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend At House Party

... that handsome face and held my hand in a gentle yet strong manner. However, I once more decided against it and still smiling amusedly at him, I shrugged my shoulders and let go of his hand. Backing up, my brown hues were on his.

“Your loss,” I said with more than a hint of playful teasing as I backed away a few steps before heading back to Dianne who seemed to grin even more.

Shaking my head at Dianne’s unasked question, I glanced over my shoulder and smiled to myself as I watched my boyfriend's teammate watching me. Playfully I began to dance a little more daringly, just a little though; my hips swayed just that little sexier, and my hands sometimes touched Dianne’s shoulder or bare arm or rested on my own flat stomach or hips. When I was facing Dianne, I would give sly glances over at Sean, my hair that fell in waves down my back obscuring all but my large glazed eyes. When I turned my back to him, my ass, hidden just beneath the short skirt of my black dress, would shake in time with the music just that little bit more, and when I turned to face him, my eyes would fix on his as I danced against my friend, my slender arm raising above my head while the other hand almost-but-not-quite ran over my barely-covered tits and instead moved to rest elegantly on my waist, while the curve of my soft, red-brown lips seemed to invite teasingly while I smiled amusedly.

All of the little things had an obvious effect on him as his eyes grew ever more hungry and intent, his cup ...

... held forgotten in his hand, and his mouth parted slightly in desire. For me, however, despite still having forgotten all about my boyfriend, I was only dancing like this to tease Sean for not coming to dance with them, and both me and Dianne found the whole thing, and the handsome guy's expression, vastly amusing.

That was why I smiled and moved as I did, at least, consciously anyway, for my body had been simmering on an ever-increasingly pent-up horniness, and my body yearned to be touched, and to be released in an earth-shattering, loudly-screaming, orgasm and each and every move I made, the look of desire in the handsome, and strong, football player's eyes, all sent pulse, after hot, horny pulse of hungry lust deep into my burning hot pussy. And the alcohol not only intensified it, but seemed to wipe away any thought that could stop what I felt.

The look on Sean's face only grew worse, as I and Dianne continued to find it amusing, even going so far as to dance closer together and run our hands down the sides of each other's bodies and faces, or holding each other's hips or waists, especially when I turned to face Sean.

After what seemed like half-an-hour, but was really about five minutes, the two of us almost couldn't dance from laughing as one of Sean's friends came over to him and started speaking, but he didn't seem to even notice that he was there until the guy punched him in the arm, and then Sean jumped as if goosed and dropped his half-full cup on the floor, ...