I got a call from her a few weeks ago, she was drunk and sobbing on the phone. It turned out that she´d split-up with her boyfriend, John. Well my thoughts were somewhat ambivalent, on the one hand I was gleeful, but on the other I was sympathetic - partly because I was thinking about shagging her.

Anyway, I arranged to meet her last week. She´s moved back in with her parents, who I still keep in touch with (her mother was almost like a mum to me) and were delighted to have me stay for the weekend. Her mum seemed thrilled to see me, and we chatted for ages, much to Helen´s annoyance. She was concerned about Helen, who´d resigned from her job, as she´d wanted to be "100 miles away from that bastard" and almost seemed to want us to get back together.which made me a little apprehensive.

So last Friday the pair of us went out for a few drinks and met up with some mutual friends, who I haven´t seen for a long time. The pair of us got a little drunk, and she started being really flirtatious and was dressed appropriately - a little black dress, high heels and her hair bunched in two little pigtails (which I used to like). She was using all her tricks, wiggling her bum when she walked, bouncing slightly in her seat so her tits bounced up and down a bit, crossing and uncrossing her legs, leaning forward so I got an eyeful of her cleavage, gently touching her pouted her lips with her finger when considering what she wanted to drink, lots of eye contact when she spoke, whispering stuff in my ear - basically her entire repertoire. The whole time she wore this cheeky little smile, I was soooo hard, I thought I was going to cum in my boxers.

In the taxi on the way home I made my move. I put my arm around her, told her what a great night I´d had, and said something cheesy like, "you look more beautiful tonight than you did on your eighteenth birthday". She smiled and reciprocated my affection, than place her hand gently on my groin, and obviously noticing I was ROCK HARD, she giggled with delight. We then kissed, just gently at first, but it quickly escalated to a passionate embrace on the back seat of the taxi.

When the taxi stopped at the end of her folks drive, I just threw him a 10 note - which was probably nearly twice the fare. We went into her house, quietly as her parents were asleep. I was supposed to be staying in the spare room, but just followed her into her bedroom. We continued making out on the couch in her bedroom. I tried to get her out of her dress, but every time I touched her strap, she giggled and whispered "not tonight, my parents will hear".this continued for a while, but she seemed to get genuinely annoyed. "NOT TONIGHT!" she hissed, ".I don´t want my parents to think I´m a yo-yo knockered slut". To be fair, her parents are Catholic, and she´d gone to a convent school, but they´re fairly liberal, really. Besides she´s in her mid-twenties! She then ushered me out of the room.you could have hung a dumbell off my dick.