Gwen gets the Room

Finally it was time for bed. It had been a long day and the young man welcomed the feeling of relaxation like an old friend; drifting off to sleep. He forgo the use of pyjamas years ago as he often got far too hot when he was asleep, and also chose to sleep on top his covers. Just as he nearly fully drifted off however, there was knock on his door.

“Marty? Are you awake?” The soft voice was definitely Gwen’s, but Marty couldn’t understand what she would want at this hour. “May I come in?” Suddenly realising that he was stark naked, Marty quickly protested.

“Wait a sec! Let me get decent.”

He quickly grabbed a pair of boxer shorts from his cupboard, and put them on to cover his semi-hard member. He somehow found his composure and opened the door to reveal Gwen in a silky black nightgown.

She looked stunning, her short black hair complimented her outfit well, and her generous cleavage was now on display too. She was cute, and sexy, in many regards she looked like Marty’s ideal woman. She was rubbing her arm nervously like a child being scolded by an adult.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” she said with a short bow. “I was having some trouble sleeping and I wanted to talk.”

“Uh, sure. Come in,” he replied, motioning to enter. Gwen nodded and walked in, taking note of the room.

“It’s very clean.”

“Um, thanks,” Marty replied, unsure what he could say.

“Sorry, I’m probably being weird,” she said with a chuckle.

“Nah, it’s fine.” It certainly was not fine, as Marty was trying his damned hardest to hide his boner in front of Gwen, and her little outfit wasn’t helping matters. To his credit he avoided seeming to off for now, but he knew it wouldn’t last.

“I just wanted to say thank you again for letting me and Blair stay here. Truth be told it’s been sort of an ordeal trying to find a place for a while now.”

“Your folks couldn’t help you out?” Marty asked innocently.

“Only our mother is around these days and… we don’t talk.”

“Ah,” was the only thing Marty could say in response, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It’s fine,” Gwen assured. “I’m at peace with it. What about your parents?”

“Both of mine are still alive and kicking. Funnily enough, I don’t talk to either.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Gwen said sincerely. “How come if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well we just fell apart. Mum never dealt with the divorce well and practically became a shut in. And I never agreed with how dad ended things with her, so we just stopped talking.”

“How did he end things?”

“Left her for a man,” he replied bluntly. “His creepy ass boss was fucking him for a while and when they got caught, Dad filed for divorce and took everything. It was so sudden too… like he never showed a hint of being gay before.

“Interesting segway, because speaking of gay there’s something I should warn you about.”

“Warn me about?” Marty could feel the tension in the air get suddenly thicker.

“It’s about Blair.” Gwen looked towards the door before continuing. “I’m taking a wild guess in assuming you’ve noticed that he’s… well he’s…”

“Gay?”

“… Yeah, that. He’s actually bisexual, you’d be surprised honestly, but he does have a slight preference for other men. That’s obviously no issue, but I’m not sure about you, so I just want to warn you that he really wants you to fuck him.”

Marty almost did a double take when he heard those words. He was in a state of shock. The thought had never crossed his mind that Blair would actually be interested in him, and he expected his stomach to lurch. Instead, for the tiniest moment, he felt a tingling sensation down below. He resisted the sudden urge to look down at his crotch, but he had definitely felt something a tad too familiar for his liking. He chose to ignore the feeling as best he could and focus on the beautiful woman in front of him.

“Well… I… don’t really know what to say.”

“Let me ask you straight out,” interrupted Gwen. “Are you gay?”

“No!” Marty answered a little quickly and loudly. He cleared his throat and answered a little more quietly, “no.”

“Oooookay,” Gwen said incredulously. “Look, you can tell him that, but he won't quit. He’s a horny little bastard and he’ll have your cock in his sights. My advice would be just try and keep a good amount of distance from him when you can. He won’t move in on you openly so there’s that at least.”

“Well thanks for warning me I guess,” Marty said trying his hardest not to feel disturbed.

“Anytime, and can I just say… I’m kind of glad you’re not gay.”

Something in Marty’s brain ticked a massive box that he might just have a shot here. When he first met her, Gwen came across as slightly prudish and stiff, but there was something there after all. Complimented with her rocking bod, Marty could see the start of a beautiful relationship. Maybe he could move in for the kill now?

On the other hand, he was also horrendously stressed. He still had a boner, and quite frankly he had no idea how he looked right now. Perhaps it would be better to grab some water first and call it a night?