Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... often."

Charlotte's silence demanded elaboration. Hayley opened her mouth wordlessly, unsure where to start, what to say.

"I...I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate that I can't control it. It makes me feel weak."

Suddenly everything Hayley had said on Sunday made sense to Charlotte, but she didn't let her realization show.

"That day, when you came into my hotel room to check on me, I was...I was..." Hayley was trying as hard as she could to force the word from her throat, "...mas- mastur...bating." Even if Hayley had been looking at Charlotte's face, she likely wouldn't have seen the guilt that flashed behind Charlotte's eyes. "I couldn'tfucking stop myself. Like it was a...a compulsion. Since then, I've been...I've been trying to do it less. Every other day." Hayley hated the way that sounded, as though it was so difficult to stave off masturbation for one day.

Charlotte eyes were full of understanding, but Hayley couldn't help her embarrassment from surfacing.

"I know it's stupid. I just...I need to know that I can."

Charlotte turned Hayley to the side, so they were facing each other, taking Hayley's head in her hands and holding it carefully, like a precious diamond. "It's not stupid, Hayley."

Beneath her soothing exterior, Charlotte's mind was raging a war against itself. Hayley's honesty, the information she had just shared, would be instrumental towards her downfall. She had given Charlotte a key to the black box that was her brain, a key ...

... into her very psyche. It would be so much easier to manipulate her now. Coerce and delude her. Untangle her mind and reshape it to Charlotte's liking.

But it was also a moment of vulnerability - of trust - that Charlotte longed for. It filled her with the same sense of responsibility she had felt the night they went stargazing, the night Hayley had confessed. It made Charlotte want to hug her, hold her, keep her safe.

She wanted Hayley to trust her. To rely on her.

No, she wanted Hayley to suffer. To beg.

No, she wanted...she wanted...

Charlotte's head ached.

"I..." she hesitated, looking around the room for some indication of what to say. "I used to be...fat."

Hayley's expression grew curious.

"I didn't really notice until the 3rd or 4th grade, when other kids started to point it out, but once I did, it really fucked with me. I just...I couldn't say no to food. I didn't understand what was wrong with me."

The exhaustion in her voice made it clear to Hayley that Charlotte had recounted this story before.

"By the time I started high school, I couldn't fucking take it anymore, so I started to starve myself. I would go days without eating anything - as long as I could, really. I remember once being so proud of myself because I ate nothing but celery for an entire week. I felt like shit all the time...but it worked." Charlotte shrugged reluctantly. "I lost the weight. Started to look like the rest of the girls in my class. I didn't hate the way I looked ...