I went out to a gig on Sunday night with a friend. After the gig I went back to my friend's house because I had too much to drink, and his house was considerably closer than mine. Before I went to sleep on the sofa I played around with Facebook on my phone. I added a girl that I met in the bar that night, and then I also added a girl I used to see 3 years ago, but haven't spoken to since then.
This girl from 3 years ago is called Becky. The circumstances of our original get-together are a bit stupid, and bad. My friend really liked her, I had a girlfriend, she had a boyfriend. The day before my girlfriend was first coming to stay over Becky came over and we had sex. The next day I met up with my girlfriend and we went away together for the weekend. Becky broke up with her boyfriend right away. Before too long my girlfriend and I broke up and Becky and I started to see more of each other. My friend found out, obviously, and he was not very pleased about the situation.
Anyway, that was the beginning of a summer of high drama among my friends and I. Things have changed quite a lot since then, but Becky and I didn't speak at all. There was no need to. We ended on quite bad terms, and neither of us wanted much to do with each other.
Anyway, one huge digression aside, I added Becky on Facebook, and she confirmed it almost straight away. She sent me a message a couple of minutes later, and i replied. We did the whole "how have you been?" thing for a while, then my battery was running out, so I told her, and went to sleep.
At work after a few hours of sleep we carried on where we left off with the messages. Eventually the conversation reached a point where it was agreed that she would come over and watch a film at my house when I got home from work, but nothing would happen outside catching up, and watching a film.
While we were watching the first film I said something mildly sarcastic and she took that as an opportunity to hit me with a cushion. I hit her back with another cushion, and then we carried on watching the film. This happened a few times while we were watching the second film, but she also started to lean over and poke me, or tickle me or whatever, and Iwas doing the same back. Basically we were just making excuses to touch each other.
During the third film she decided to lie down on the sofa. At some point she decided to move so her face was on the other end of the sofa to me, so I took a cushion, put it on her hip, and lay down on it. We carried on poking each other a bit, and then things progressed to thumb wrestling, which is basically just an excuse for holding hands. Then we didn't bother making excuses, and just held hands.
Becky asked if I had enough space, and then she moved slightly aside so I could move a bit further up towards her face. I stayed like that for a few minutes, while we were still holding hands. Then I took my hands and started to trace lines along her arms, her back, her ear...
After a couple of minutes of that I decided to lean in and kiss her. She kissed me back, and then there was some sort of release of a lot of tension and we both started to kiss each other with a lot more urgency. It was very much like something you see in the movies.
After a minute or two of that we were basically writhing around with each other on the sofa. I pointed out that there wasn't very much room, and she agreed. I asked if we should move to somewhere with a bit more space, and she said yes, so we went upstairs to my bedroom.
As soon as we had stopped in the middle of the bedroom we started kissing again. I took off her top and we kissed some more before we moved onto the bed. We stopped kissing briefly while we finished getting undressed and Becky commented on how weird it was to be doing the same thing as 3 years ago. She said it wasn't weird in a bad way, but I agreed it was a weird situation to be in again.
Since the last time I saw her she'd had a breast reduction. It was fairly hard to spot the difference over 3 years, but they still seemed pretty damn big to me. 
I moved Becky further onto the bed while we were still kissing, and then moved around so I was on top of her. I pushed slightly inside her and she gasped, which is a lovely thing to hear! I slowly pushed in a bit further, pulled out, pushed in a bit further a few times and then pushed all the rest of the way in at once.
Straight away she was moaning and started to dig her nails into my back. We were still kissing as much as possible while still managing to breathe every now and then.
For the entire time we didn't change position more than a little bit. I was on top, and I was in control of what was happening, and she liked it like that. A few times she was moaning really loud, or letting out a bit of a scream, which I'm sure the neighbours appreciated at about 2am.
After around 45 minutes I was basically far too hot and out of breath. I had to stop for a minute to breathe, and get a drink. By this point Becky had come a few times, so I didn't feel bad for stopping. When I got back into the bedroom from getting a drink it hit me that it was almost 3am, and I'd only had 4 or 5 hours of sleep the night before. I was really tired, hot, and breathing heavily still.
Becky suggested that we stop, and I thought about whether to continue or not. In the end I decided to be sensible, which I sort of regret, but also makes me quite glad. I didn't get a chance to finish what I'd started, and she certainly didn't offer to help out, because she's an incredibly selfish person to sleep with, but I was glad just to let her out of the house so I could get 4 hours of sleep before getting up for work.