Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... "I'm so fucking proud of you. You know that, right?"

Hayley nodded.

"Oh, and by the way," Charlotte's expression turned sour, "fuck you for being a pretty crier."

Hayley smiled, rolling her eyes.

"I mean seriously, what the fuck? There hasn't been a single fucking moment,ever, where you don't look absolutely perfect. Even right after you wake up! It's making me want to kill myself."

"Don't worry," Hayley laughed, shaking her head from side to side, "I have ugly moments. Sophia has a whole folder in her camera roll dedicated to them. You'll just have to keep me around until you see one."

"Oh, trust me, I'm never getting rid of you."

The girls watched two more episodes of Breaking Bad on Charlotte's laptop, Hayley fully invested this time before falling asleep in Charlotte's arms, a smile on her face.

Charlotte, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. Her brain felt like it was on fire. Being ripped in half. Why was it so hard for her to hate Hayley. She was a bad person. Charlotte knew that. She had looked at her with so much disdain for so long, but now she could never hold onto her hatred for more than a second before it slipped from her fingers. How could she ever hope to make everybody else hate Hayley if she couldn't even do it herself?

Distantly, Charlotte realized that these thoughts were returning for the first time all night - since Hayley had asked to be touched.

In that moment, lying beside Hayley's naked, quivering,desperate body, ...

... Charlotte's concerns had faded entirely from her awareness. Her indecision, her fear, her guilt, were all replaced by an overwhelming clarity. She knew exactly what she wanted, and what she wanted was to bring Hayley to her knees. Make her beg for a release only Charlotte could grant. Humiliate and degrade and abuse her.

Hold her. Comfort her. Kiss her.

Provide for her.

Own her.

She wanted Hayley's trust. Her reliance.

Her obedience. Her dependence.

Her undying, unquestioning, unconditional love.

Looking back on it now, Charlotte couldn't understand herself at all. What had felt so clear, so blindingly obvious, now felt contradictory and convoluted. Her desires were at ends. Obtaining one necessitated destroying the other. But drunk on arousal, Charlotte knew that to be false. She knew she could have it all, and she had never wanted anything more.

Hayley shifted slightly in Charlotte's arms, scratching her nose delicately in her sleep. The sound of her slow, peaceful breaths seemed to echo throughout the room, comforting Charlotte, distracting her from her own thoughts.

With a smile, Charlotte tightened her arms around Hayley, feeling the sleeping girl do the same, and let her eyes drift closed.

***

Hayley and Charlotte made no plans for Wednesday, both in need of a day to catch up on homework they both had been putting off. After much pleading, Sophia managed to convince Hayley to do her work in the living room, promising "she wouldn't make a sound," ...