Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... Hayley was - how judgmental and cruel and manipulative - and the responsibility Charlotte had bestowed upon herself to punish her.

She shook herself out of her daze as Hayley emerged from the bathroom wearing her own clothes. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "I have more you can borrow."

"Coming home in the clothes I was wearing two days ago is bad enough. If Sophia saw me wearing another girl's clothes?" Hayley shook her head fearfully.

"So...you're ashamed of me?"

Hayley's eyes widened. "Wha- no!"

"I'm kidding!" Charlotte laughed. "Jesus, learn to take a joke, Strickland." Hayley's face relaxed into embarrassment. "Do you want a ride?" Charlotte asked after a short silence.

"That's okay. I'll uber."

"You sure?"

Hayley nodded appreciatively before a tiny, mischievous smile crept onto her face. "I couldn't bear the embarrassment of being seen withyou."

Charlotte nodded with a proud smile. "That's better."

Hayley laid back down in bed, Charlotte wrapping her in a warm embrace, until the Uber arrived.

"I'll be back tonight, okay?"

Charlotte nodded with a smile. "Thank you for spending the weekend with me. I had a lot of fun."

Hayley smiled warmly, hesitating nervously for a moment before giving her another kiss.

After Hayley's departure, Charlotte could only lay in bed, her body motionless and her eyes vacant, feeling empty. She was exhausted, unable to remember the last time she woke up so early, yet she couldn't fall back asleep, her ...

... thoughts inundated with memories of Hayley. Memories of the torment she inflicted on others. Memories of the vulnerability she shared with Charlotte. The image of her face was seared into Charlotte's mind, sadistic and judgmental one moment, frightened and pleading the next, with moments of warmth and laughter interspersed.

Charlotte felt like her head was going to split open. It wasn't fair. This should be easy. She knew who Hayley was. Who shereally was, beneath the fearful, lonely exterior she was clearly fabricating. She was a hurtful, hateful person, deserving of retribution. Why couldn't that be Charlotte's only focus? Why did it hurt so much to hurt her?

***

Hayley pushed her apartment door open as slowly as she possibly could, just enough to peer through. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Melanie was still asleep, and once Hayley felt comfortable that Sophia was as well, she pushed it open the rest of the way, creeping slowly to her room where she quickly stripped off Charlotte's clothes and slid on a fresh pair of pajamas. Then, just as quietly, she crept to the bathroom where she began her morning routine.

She had woken up later than usual, and the uber ride had taken a chunk out of her morning as well, so Hayley was brief, emerging from the bathroom after 22 minutes, freshly showered and kempt, looking just as pristine as ever. As she opened the door, she was greeted by a groggy, disheveled Sophia, startling her.

Hayley opened her mouth to defend ...