The Aftermath of My Breakup and a Chance Encounter

I've been out of my last relationship for about six weeks now. We were together for two years, and it ended pretty suddenly. The breakup was messy, with plenty of reasons from both sides to feel hurt and confused. I thought I had some closure on the whole thing, but then last night something happened that threw me right back into the maelstrom. I went out alone after work just to clear my head. There's a bar near where I live that isn't too crowded this time of night; it was pretty quiet when I got there. As I ordered my drink at the bar, she walked in, she’s Sarah, from college, someone I hadn’t seen since graduation. We ended up talking for hours about old times and how life has changed since then. Late into the night, after all the chatter had dried up, we found ourselves alone in a corner booth, our drinks almost empty, but the mood between us thick with nostalgia and something else. It wasn't just reminiscing anymore; there was an unmistakable tension that built as the night wore on. The bartender called out closing time, and we both knew it had to end soon. She looked at me hesitantly, asking if I wanted to get a coffee somewhere quieter for one more round of conversation. But something about her expression changed when I suggested going back to my place instead, desire mixed with uncertainty. At my apartment, the air between us was electric, and after some gentle coaxing from both of us, we decided to just go for it. There wasn't much foreplay; our hands were already everywhere by the time we got inside. We undressed each other quickly, skin-on-skin contact electrifying everything. Once naked, she straddled me on my bed, and I reached up to grip her hips firmly as she ground against me, lips swollen from kissing. Her breasts pressed against mine as she moved in a slow circle around me, driving us both wild with anticipation of what was coming next. With no hesitation, we dove right into the sex, needing nothing else but this moment. Our bodies were a whirlwind of sensation, legs tangled, hips thrusting hard and fast to meet each other halfway. She rode me mercilessly until I felt myself about to come, fingers digging deep into her flesh as she arched off my chest, riding out the orgasm that shook us both violently. Afterward, we lay there panting, limbs entangled in a tangled knot of pleasure and relief. It was purely physical, unencumbered by the baggage of past relationships. We had no plans to keep seeing each other beyond this night; it felt like an emotional and sexual catharsis after weeks of heartache and confusion.