Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... Charlotte smirked, giving her one last kiss before leaping off the bed. "Do you want to shower first?"

Hayley looked down nervously between her legs, forgetting once again about the mess she was likely leaking onto Charlotte's covers, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of the towel. "You can go first. I'm still not sure if I can walk yet."

As Charlotte closed the bathroom door behind her, Hayley was left alone in her room. They had spent most of their weekend in Charlotte's living room, and what little time they did spend in her bedroom had been a blur, so this was the first time Hayley had really taken it all in. It was shockingly pink. Not a bright pink, and not the walls, of course (that would be gaudy, Charlotte later said), but her assortment of pillows, her lampshade, the accents of her dresser, and even the bedsheet were all a faint, pastel pink. Hayley couldn't help but smile at the fact that little Miss Always-Dress-in-Black had such a girly room. It was cute.

As she admired her surroundings, however, Hayley felt the guilt of her actions finally settling in. She did her best to remind herself of what Charlotte had said, what she had made Hayley say - that she deserved to feel good - but without Charlotte beside her, it felt like nothing more than her imagination.

How could she keep letting this happen to herself. Time and time again, no matter how hard she tried, her body's arousal always won. Always.

Was this all Hayley was?

All she would ...

... ever be?

Nothing more than a weak-willed failure?

Charlotte emerged from the bathroom much sooner than Hayley had anticipated, appearing not to have showered. Hayley quickly rearranged her face to a cheerful expression, but not quick enough. As she stood up from the bed, pulling her compression shorts back on, she felt Charlotte's hand pulling her back.

"Are you okay?"

Hayley turned around with a smile, "Yeah, I feel good."

The concern on Charlotte's face made it clear she didn't believe Hayley for a second.

"Come here, lay with me."

Hayley reluctantly lay back down, Charlotte flipping her over so they were face to face.

"You feel guilty again, don't you?"

Hayley shook her head. Charlotte's expression didn't change.

"What is it, Hayley? What makes you feel like this?"

"I don't feel guilty!" Hayley reiterated with an angry whisper.

Charlotte brought Hayley's hands up to her mouth, kissing them tenderly.

"I need you to be honest with me Hayley. Please."

Hayley opened her mouth to defend herself, but found that she was incapable of anything more than a stutter, opting instead to scowl in annoyance. "Can I take my shower now?"

Charlotte let go of her hands and nodded sympathetically.

As Hayley stood under the scalding water, she felt tears start to form in her eyes. She fought to keep them at bay. Why was she like this. The penis. The arousal. The weakness. The fear. All of it. Why was she born this way. It wasn't fucking fair.

She ...