Saturday night was pretty funny all things considered. It got a bit confusing towards the end, but the best nights out always do!
I met up with my friends KT and J before had as we were getting ready together. KT was asking me what was going on between me and Rob and so I had to recount the whole shameful Friday morning incident to her, when he treated me like shit. She agreed that it was totally out of order, especially because we were supposed to be mates. She said though that a friend of Robs who she basically had the same experience with did exactly the same thing to her, so clearly its something about being from that particular area that makes you act like a total berk the morning after. So I feel better about it now that I have been able to talk to someone else about it and they agree that it was not a nice way to be treated. KT thinks that I should tell him that he made me feel like shit, but I don't want him to know that he hurt my feelings as that would make a big deal out of it, which I don't want.
When we got to the boys flat, Rob and M weren't there yet as they were watching the rugby at the union, which pissed S off I think. K was there and it was all normal, no awkwardness so was pleased and we all started pre- party drinking . When M and Rob finally arrive Rob acts totally fine with me says hi and gives me a kiss. This is more than he bothered to do on Friday which actually pisses me off more, because he obviously thinks its totally acceptable to be a twat after sex. So I'm just like yeah hi and walk off to talk to someone else. He tries to talk to me in the hall and I just walk past again, hope it made him feel bad. 
We get to the club for about 11.30 by which time everyone is a bit pissed. The idiot C starts trying it on with me, but its a bit weird and pointless. We spend the majority of the night flirting, winding each up about doing nasty things to each other, and saying how we're not going to have sex. Its all a bit strange. I really wanted to kiss him and so many times in the club I nearly let him, anyway K is there and I don't want to piss him off. Which is weird because I'm not even sure if I really like him. Rob doesn't say one single word to me all night, I notice him looking at me messing about with K and the idiot C sometimes. He obviously isn't too bothered, which makes me wish even more that I'd gone back with the idiot C on Friday at least it would have been a laugh and he can make small talk for 5 minutes in the morning!! Anyway, at some point in the night somone tells the idiot C that I slept with Rob, then spent the day in bed with K. He asks me about it and I just laughed, luckily he see's the funny side and says i'm terrible, not that this puts him off flirting with me. So this means then that Rob knows I was with K, so I wonder if the idiot C told whoever told him, (M I assume), that he kissed me that night as well... Anyway S gets totally wankered and chucked out the club and then tries to start a fight with the bouncer, so we all leave and head back to the boys flat. On the walk back, the idiot C keeps trying to convince me that we should go to bed together at the flat and have some kisses and cuddles and a massage... all this in front of K! So obviously I was like no! It takes us an hour and a half somehow how to walk back including the worlds longest kebab stop, K is pretty drunk and goes to bed. He wants me to come back and get him in 10 minutes. The idiot C tries to get me to lay down with him on the sofa, but I pull together all my (limited) self control which is fading pretty fast by this point and manage to get him to come into the other room where everyone else is.
I keep getting up and going to see K and doing a line while I'm in there, as a few of M's friends aren't into drugs and I don't want to a) look like a junkie or b) make anyone uncomfortable. K is pretty tired and wont come into the other room with everyone else, he wants me to get into bed and go to sleep with him. But I'm wide awake on bloody coke now so I'd just lay there awake and buzzing so I go back into the other room. By this point its only M, Rob, the idiot C and me in the other room. The idiot C has got some sheets and pillows on the floor in a sort of make shift bed as Rob and M are in the bed together. I get in the pretend bed with him, but I won't let him touch me even though I'm up for it, it would be so unbelievably bad with Rob 2 feet away and K in the next room!!
The idiot C strips down to his boxers and tries to convince me to take some clothes off. This is total torture. Anyway we're all chatting and messing about, and I start gently running my nails down his back, and over his neck. I let him touch my leg, but I can see its the start of a slippery slope. So I move away, but he tries to kiss me which I dodge a couple of times and then think fuck it... I seriously begin to contemplate going home alone at this point. If I stay on the floor with C it'll inevitably end up with some heavy petting, if I go to K then I look bad in front of the idiot C and Rob. Just as I was coming to a decision about what to do K walks into the room. Arse.
He walks out, and I get up and follow him back to his room. I think he's a bit annoyed and so I have to convince him that I was n't doing anything with the idiot C which is basically true, just one little kiss which hardly counts. He said that I was a cock tease and that I was out of order to C, I actually laughed at this point. If K knew how the idiot C works then he would realise it was completely the other way round. Plus I'm a bit annoyed cos I did nothing all night just so K wouldnt be ina mood and then he is anyway. I think he was anticipitating a problem with Rob, not the idiot C. Anyway he forgives me (how kind) after like 5 minutes of explanation and I get into bed with him, by this point its like 5.30 in the morning and I'm still wide awake.
We spend literally hours just kissing and cuddling, its the most amazing slow build up to things. I was getting so turned on it was unbelievable. However, I am also thinking how does this guy have so much self control?? It transpires that he didn't lose his virginity until he was 18, (which I personally think is pretty sweet and fairly admirable considering this guy is really cute and has a huge cock 
), and is fairly inexperienced. We were chatting and he was saying that he'd only ever had sex in a bed and hadn't really experimented at all with anything sexually. I think he was a bit nervous about actually having sex with me. He said he was worried that he'd come really quickly and that I'd think he was rubbish. I found the whole thing really sweet, its so cool to be with someone who is honest about their sexual history rather than making out they are something they are not. Anyway, he makes me come and I return the favour, so that he can last longer when we actually get round to having sex. By this point its like 10am so we decide to have a nap, which turns out to be a bad idea cos it drains my energy totally when I wake up! More kissing, cuddling and amazing foreplay follow, I want to go on top but I don't have the energy and I know it'll just be shit for him. So its just basic missionary, which to be honest I quite enjoy anyway. However I get the feeling he just can't relax and the sex is a bit awkward. He comes pretty quickly and seems a bit embarassed, to be honest though I'm not that bothered because of the hours of kissing and touching before hand. I reassure that it was fine because I know he was tired and I was satisfied anyway. We cuddle for a bit longer then I get up to go cos somehow its 2 in the afternoon!
This is the awkward bit... I left my boots in M's room so I can't quietly leave out the fire escape like last time 
So I knock on the door, the idiot C has gone, M is up but Rob is still asleep in the bed. M wakes him up while I'm putting my boots on, (had to style it out now, no point in pretending my behaviour has been saintly this weekend ) K comes in and thats just soo... God there isn't even a word for it! Anyway I make my escape, heaven knows what they must have talked about.
Actually I don't want to think about it.
