<br/><strong></strong><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/cd6d226576eae0fa42b81423cbf17954/tumblr_pzjgtfdOK71yuhrm2o1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20 yrs old<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Atlanta, GA, USA<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July 2019, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>James Harding<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The night before after the recoupling wasn’t as eventful as she had thought they might be. But then there were a few tensions in the air of the bedroom that night and with one less person in the villa things were getting very real. Gwen had laid curled up in a pair of white shorts and a sports bra that night. Even still, she wrapped herself up around James getting as comfortable as she had since that first night they spent together. Each night had gotten easier and more comfortable. It was at the point that she wasn’t sure she could sleep well alone again. At home she knew it would be a big wake up call, but here she had James and that was more than enough for her. She didn’t find herself wanting to be close with anyone else right now. He was warm and familiar. The smell of him close to her. The touch of his arm around her and those soft lips that she would kiss every chance she got now. Hopefully they’d find some alone time that didn’t get too interrupted soon. These days it just seemed like it was always surprising what came at those in the villa each day.<br/><br/>It would appear that morning was no exception as it was announced with a song and pomp that new “lads” had arrived at the villa. She yawned and curled in closer to James pulling at the blankets over them before she raised up to press her lips to his neck tenderly and whisper there close to his ear. “Do we have to get up? Or would it seem rude to stay here and not go say hello?”<br/><br/>Her soft pillowy lips trailed to his lips where she kissed him ever so gently. “I almost want to just stay and say good morning to you.”<br/><br/>Gwen was almost testing the waters to see if he was awake enough to respond or if he’d kiss her half asleep. A grin nearly spread as she took that thought into mind. It wouldn’t be anything she’d contest no matter which way it went. The blonde had her long hair still in two French braid from the previous bedtime ritual the night before. She let one leg slip between his and rested her upper body against his.<br/><br/>Gwen didn’t have a lot of experience with a lot of boyfriends in her life. She was certainly no virgin but she definitely had less than 20 boyfriends in her entire life span thus far. She had kissed just as many and slept with likely half or less as many. The lovely southern girl wasn’t one to keep track, well okay she did but she never really spoke of it openly unless asked specifically. Even then she’d only give roundabout figures. Laying in bed with a guy was one of those things that everyone should experience in her opinion, hell laying in bed with anyone for that matter. Gwen had woken with a couple girls in her life span as well but she didn’t really go around telling everyone all of her bedtime business so most people assumed she had never been with a girl. Hell even Gwen wasn’t sure if she was bisexual even after spending a night with a girl. Though it should be noted by those who were ever curious that she didn’t have sex with those girls but that little detail wasn’t exactly something people took into account. They usually assumed things and Gwen didn’t bother correcting anyone  on anything they thought of her. Rumors were just that and preconceived notions were much the same.<br/><br/>Now here she was on a television show, laying in bed with a man she had only known for less than a week and was kissing him. Her parents would be gobsmacked for sure, as would her friends. Gwen didn’t just climb into such intimate situations that quickly. Kisses were one thing, but in bed in undergarments kissing was a whole other thing!