Anyway, he called his parents and told them he was over at the house with me, making sure things were alright, but I was surprised he mentioned me in a way because I had feared they might not like some random stranger traipsing round their pad whilst they are abroad. They seemed fine though. Apparently he has mentioned me before! Sweet really but I suppose you have to keep your folks posted on such things if they have just bought you a house.
We had a little walk in the garden. Its massive terrace just screams for a cocktail party or wedding reception, I have never seen anything like it (owned by a person I know).

We walked back to his place (it was freezing, my butt was soo cold!), kissed a bit, listened to music, watched a DVD, kept kissing all the while, played some piano, then we went to get some Chinese. Actually, before we went things got quite interesting. I love the way he kisses me, he smells nice and I got really turned on. So did he, he actually had a small stain of pre-cum on his beige trousers... But I didn't say anything. I think he noticed though because he disappeared to the bathroom for a while and must have dried it there, because it had gone when he came back. Very naughty, sexy and horny. Weird, this, when you've not had sex with someone yet. He seems a bit unable to relax unless he's had a drink...mmm... He was stroking my breasts a bit and I didn't want it to stop, the kissing was wonderful but we had to go get some food.
Takeaway, as the restaurant was all booked up due to the Chinese New Year celebrations.
After dinner we sang some songs on the Karaoke machine- soo much fun! then we were back on the sofa and put on another DVD. I'd had a couple of glasses of wine by then and didn't want to get too drunk, but he just kept on pouring himself more wine...
At one point, not long into the film, things got very heated between us, we had a brief discussion whether we should just pause the DVD (I was in favour of this)- I wish we had!

When the film finished I realised how pissed he was. He said he wasn't, which freaked me out even more. After all he is the host and invited me to spend the night, so he should be making sure I felt comfortable.
I sat on the floor by the fire, unsure what to do- his eyes had become glassy and I didn't fancy kissing him anymore, I was sober and felt on a completely different plane to him...
He came back in and tried to get back to where we had left off before, but the moment was gone. I knew I wouldn't feel comfortable going to sleep next to a drunk virtual stranger, in a detached house... I don't trust drunk people. Hell, I don't trust myself when I am drunk!
Most decisions I have later regretted were made when I was drunk. I have only ever cheated when alcohol was involved. I have never had a blackout however. I know I behave outrageously when I am pissed, I dance on tables, steal champagne glasses, pull random strangers, drink any old drink standing around... Not nice!
We'd actually had a conversation about drinking before, and I got the impression he likes drinking himself into oblivion. I mean a lot of English (public school) boys do that (Posh boy, the Bastard...), but this kind of behaviour worries me now and I don't want to deal with it in a committed relationship.

Hmmm, so the evening took a bit of an uncomfortable turn. I thought of the worst-case scenario. It was after midnight, there is no public transport to speak of, I was miles from home in a detached house which was locked from the inside.
The guy's a rugby player. He had asked me to stay over and got drunk. I was worried, and suggested I sleep in the spare room. You never know. I don't trust myself when I am horny, and I knew going to sleep next to an intoxicated guy wasn't a good idea.
He insisted he only wanted to cuddle- that wasn't even my issue, I told him the next morning I have slept with drunk guys before, but I don't intend doing it again.

I felt rude telling him I wouldn't share his bed, but it would have felt like too much of a compromise. I remembered how manipulated I'd felt when Posh boy had seduced me in Scotland, I had no plans to even stay at his hotel and went to sleep in my clothes, yet in the morning he had me anyway because I got horny... Not good.

I felt myself slipping towards an anxiety attack, sat down on the bed in the spare room and cried.
There was no lock on the door, so I locked myself in the bathroom for a while, until I stopped hyperventilating. I sent a few texts to friends (I mean nobody knew where exactly I was), then washed my face and went to bed in his T-Shirt. I wedged the hoover under the door handle, I really was that freaked out by the change in him and really wanted to avoid any ugly confrontations.

In the morning my alarm woke me up before him, and he kissed me hello when I came out of the bathroom.
He whistled in the kitchen, the silence felt uncomfortable and I was really upset things had taken such a weird turn. I talked to him about it over breakfast, sitting next to him watching early morning TV and munching toast. He seemed to understand.

I am glad I asserted myself, expressed my feelings and didn't end up regretting my decision, although I was extremely sexually frustrated! I get so wet when we kiss, I was looking forward to feeling him inside me and he felt so good on top of me on the sofa, licking my nipples, stroking me and kissing my neck...D Every time I got up to go to the loo, I could feel the juice between my legs and I saw his hard-on quite clearly, making his trousers stick out, as he got up once.

I saw him for a play tonight and made my point again, but although he apologised for making me feel so awkward, I got the impression that getting drunk even if he is on his own is an important part of his life...
He didn't drink tonight and we had a lovely time. I do want to keep seeing him for the moment, the whole package is just too good to not give a chance at least, but I was disappointed when I got home this morning.

I enjoyed his company and we kissed a lot today, but I am definitely glad I am taking my time getting to know him better.