Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... emerged, still wearing her pink fuzzy pajama pants, now without any bulge and accompanied by an oversized black t-shirt. She looked at the bed with surprise.

"Sorry, I changed it because I made the other one wet."

"Yeah, you did," Charlotte said with a grin, any sign of her tears or sadness washed away by her shower.

"Oh, by the way," Hayley said, reaching over to the nightstand, "this fell out of your closet." She tossed the tube of cream to Charlotte who caught it with curiosity. Curiosity that turned immediately into fear.

After the track meet, Charlotte had placed it in her nightstand drawer, unsure what to do with it. Then, when Hayley came over for the first time, she had hurriedly hid it under the comforter in her closet, afraid Hayley might find it in the drawer, but had entirely forgotten about it after.

"I...um...I..."

Hayley slipped out of bed with a smile. "You don't need to be ashamed. I use the same stuff."

Charlotte looked up with shock, relief washing over her.

"You know, it's actually funny. I brought a tube with me on that track meet where you heard me...you know, in the bathroom...but I lost it on the first day." She wrapped her arms around Charlotte whose eyes were almost perfectly level with her exposed breasts now. "Who knew I could've just asked my roommate to borrow hers?"

Charlotte couldn't manage more than a nervous smile.

"You're cute when you get flustered." Hayley smirked, giving Charlotte a kiss on the forehead. ...

... "I'm going to take a quick shower." She walked to the corner of the room where she pulled out a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt from a bag she had brought before walking into the bathroom. Just before closing the door, she heard Charlotte call out her name. Hayley stepped out of the bathroom with concern. "Yeah?"

Charlotte stood there in silence, confusing Hayley until she finally realized that Charlotte was simply ogling her naked breasts. "Stop it!" Hayley exclaimed with a laugh, covering herself with her arms and ducking back into the bathroom.

"Sorry!" Charlotte shouted after her. "They're like a piece of art I can't help myself!"

Hayley stood in the shower, unmoving, waiting for the typical thoughts of regret and shame to wash over her, but they never came. At least, not as they typically did. They assaulted her from a distance, jeering and spitting at her from far away. They were just as loud - just as cruel - as always, but Hayley found them easier to ignore now. She found herself capable of focusing on other thoughts, like the memory of Charotte's voice, alternating between warm, unyielding praise, and gentle, irresistible commands. Or her fingers, delicately tracing the contours of Hayley's body one second, forcefully wringing pleasure from her insides the next. Or her eyes. Her icy, overwhelming,hypnotic eyes, peering into Hayley's soul. Drawing Hayley deep within herself, to a place she didn't understand. A place she longed to return to.

Hayley almost ...