I fucked Ben last night.
I was feeling great for the first time in a long while, and my friends asked me if I wanted to go out for friday fish. There is a pub just outside town that has excellent baked haddock. Dispite getting sick last time I went out, I decided I was going because after two weeks being stuck at home I wanted out.
We had a table, the fish was good, and the margaritas were flowing. While we ate, Ben walks in with a couple of his buddies and we see each other almost immediately. He stops by the table, says hello, we had a quick back and forth about how we were doing, and then he went and sat at the bar. I talked with my friends about him for a while, and the margaritas kept coming.
Long story short, we all started chatting, and next thing I know, I'm out in the parking lot with him, gripping the tailgate on his truck and we just went at it like we were fucking animals.
It was fast, and hard, and deep, and dirty, and hot, and I craved ever second of it. He felt like a volcano inside me, it was so hot.
We went back inside and I felt like such a whore. My friends knew, his friends knew, and that made it seem so much dirtier and made me so much more satisfied.
This does not mean we're back together, in fact after we finished, we started spewing out excuses, and even said it was a spur of the moment thing, we needed closure, blah blah blah...
I've no regrets, I wanted to fuck him again, so I did.