Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... me that she might have left me for another guy. I felt beaten and sick in my stomach. Why hasn't she said anything? She could have told me if she wanted to leave our relationship. Why this rude approach? Leaving me for another guy, me left behind without a clue?

It became my single worst night ever.

At noon, I got a short message from Gwen, "Marta is safe. The bitch fucked up."

It confirmed my fear. Marta had left the party with another guy, replacing me without a doubt. I switched my phone off and stayed in bed for the rest of the weekend. I couldn't understand. Where did we go wrong?

***

In the following days, I lived in a funk. Marta and I didn't communicate, and there were no chats, calls, or anything. Noa and Lucas tried to cheer me up but without result. One evening, Lucas called to me, "You'll get a visitor tonight. Clean up your room and grab a shower."

I was too numb to protest but was dreading to have a visitor. The only person I could think of was Marta, but I was not ready to see her. To my surprise, it wasn't Marta but Gwen who visited me. Holding a pizza and two bottles of wine, she asked me, "Do you have some glasses and plates?"

I got us glasses and plates, and we each took a slice of pizza. Gwen took the remote control and put on a television show. She sat on my sofa and padded me next to her.

Curious, I asked her, "Gwen, why are you here?"

"We, the girls, wanted to see how you're doing. Noa and Lucas kept us posted. We want to ...

... look after you. I'm here to give you a shoulder to cry on."

I took a deep breath, "With girls, you mean including the backstabbing bitch?"

Gwen kept looking at the television, "Yes, including Marta. I think she made a drunk mistake, but I'm not here for her but for you. Now keep quiet because I want to see this."

For the rest of the evening, we watched television. We ate pizza, drank wine, and talked a bit about ourselves. Gwen snuggled up against me on the sofa like she was my girlfriend. To my surprise, it was a pleasant evening. At moments, I didn't even think about Marta.

At the end of the evening, she took a selfie of us two, together with the empty pizza box and empty bottles. She posted the selfie in the girl's group app, 'Pizza party with my favorite guy.'

Then she hugged me tightly, "Ty, I have a request. Could you stop feeling sorry for yourself? Drink less alcohol and go more often to the gym. Could you do that?"

What she was asking me made sense, to start living again.

"Gwen, I'll give it a try."

***

A few days later, Lucas again stuck his head around my door, "Get ready. Tonight, you'll have another visitor."

I did the same as a few days before. I cleaned my room and took a shower. I heard a knock on the door just a few minutes after I got ready. This time, it was Michelle, holding a bag of Thai food and some beers.

"Hi, Ty. I hope you're hungry. I'm here to put you back on your feet."

It was a repeat of the visit of Gwen. We ...