Being a Bad Girlfriend Part 2 - Sex Stories

Being a Bad Girlfriend Part 2

“What have you heard?” he asked nonchalantly that it was even smugger than if he had tried to sound haughty.

My mind swam in lust and my whole body tingled. I could barely think with the raging need filling my veins with fire. So I smiled playfully and bit my lip again as my eyes widened slightly once more. “Just that you have a ‘big reason’ to be confident around women,” I teased, relishing in the surge of excitement that filled my body at those words.

“Oh, I do,” he replied smugly.

I felt my heart pound like a racehorse in my chest. My mind and body were swimming in pure, excited lust, crying out wildly. And I spoke those words I never thought I would say to Sean. “Prove it.”

His eyes lit up like a raging inferno at my words and I had never felt more desired before in my whole life than right then. For a moment his hands tightened around my waist before he got a hold of himself and said, “Let me show you.”

He took the cup from my hand and placed it on the table beside us before taking my hand. He smiled down at me before leading me down the hallway towards the stairs.

With every step, I felt my entire body tingling with anticipated excitement as I knew what was going to happen. My mind didn’t seem to register that I was cheating on my boyfriend of three years with one of his friends and futsal teammates. But my desire did grow as we made our way slowly up the stairs that me and my boyfriend had taken earlier for a hot make out but now all I desperately ...

... wanted… was Sean.

He paused for a moment on the first floor, glancing around amongst the few people standing there before walking towards the door at the far end. As he opened the door, he left the light off but I could see the large double bed that was lit in the half-light streaming in from the large window. I shuddered and stepped inside with him. When he let go of my hand and turned to look at me, I shut the bedroom door behind us.

He watched me with desire growing in his eyes that felt like fuel to the flame of need inside me. I leaned back against the door and crooked my finger at him, beckoning him towards me.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance between us and pressed me hard against the bedroom door and without any thought this time, I pressed my lips against his. Breathing harshly through my nose, I kissed him once, twice and then parted my soft, lipstick-covered lips to allow his probing tongue to dart inside my mouth hungrily. I moaned into the kiss as I swirled my tongue eagerly with his. My hands cupped his face to pull him closer as our tongues danced together erotically in each other’s mouths.

He pinned me against the wall with such strength that enveloped my smaller frame. One hand held my waist firmly while the other held my face in a tender but firm way to help keep our lips locked as we kissed passionately.

The sound of our lips and panting breaths filled the room over the sound of the music that was pounding below us, pounding in time to ...