Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... pleading. Desperately wide. Begging for more." Another kiss, firmer this time. "But I think you already know that. Looking at people so innocently, batting those long eyelashes, they give you whatever you want, don't they?"

Hayley smiled knowingly. "Especially the boys."

"Especially those stupid boys," Charlotte repeated, leaning forwards for another kiss, stopping just before she touched Hayley's lips. "And me," she whispered, her lips crashing into Hayley's, finally giving her the kiss she had been waiting for. The wet, hungry kiss. Exploring her mouth and tugging on her lips. Hayley exhaled with a gentle moan, letting Charlotte use her lips, her mouth, her tongue, however she pleased.

"See?" Charlotte grinned, pulling away a moment sooner than Hayley would have liked. "This isn't so bad, is it?"

Hayley shook her head, and Charlotte placed a hand on her stomach, beginning to drag her fingernails across it as she had on Tuesday.

"Your smile is beautiful, Hayley. You use it sparingly, make people work for it, but when you show it off, it glows."

Charlotte attacked Hayley again, just as viciously as before, grabbing at her bare hips and ribs this time. Pulling away, once again, too soon.

"That's two. Do you want another?"

"Uh huh...yeah..." Hayley said shakily.

"Your discipline is beautiful." Charlotte traced a fingernail up Hayley's stomach to the bottom of her breast. She studied Hayley's face intently, searching for the slightest sign of ...

... discomfort and, seeing none, let her fingernail continue up the side of Hayley's breast, following its curvature. "The things you've been able to accomplish with it. The things I'm watching you accomplish. It's mesmerizing. I've never met somebody as strong as you."

As Charlotte began her next wave of kisses, she extended her palm across Hayley's breasts, grazing it gently and, hearing Hayley moan into her mouth, began to squeeze.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

Hayley just nodded, her lips too busy searching for Charlotte's. Charlotte glanced downwards as she felt something poke against her leg, thrilled by what she saw. Hayley's cock had grown stiff, pushing desperately against her panties. Her hips were humping the air sporadically, pushing the tip of her tented panties, wet with precum, into the soft fabric of Charlotte's pajamas, no more than an inch away from the much larger cock concealed beneath.

Charlotte continued to play the game, complimenting Hayley relentlessly, from her toned stomach to her intelligence to her childish taste in television, all the while rewarding her with ferocious kisses and exploring up and down her naked body, rubbing her stiff nipples, groping her firm butt, stroking her supple thighs. But there was one place she hadn't touched yet.

"Do you know what makes you beautiful, Hayley?" Charlotte asked again.

Hayley was hardly listening to her anymore. Her breath was heavy and ragged, her eyes lidded. Charlotte's relentless touching had made ...