Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... day, the interactions she had, replaying all the little moments when she had said something wrong, done something wrong, presented herself as anything perfect. She would agonize over those moments, imagining all the different ways she could have improved. She imagined what others must think of her. How amused they must be by her shortcomings. How confused or disgusted or satisfied.

Hayley was never more certain that everybody secretly hated her, laughed at her, saw through her, than in these moments of silent contemplation, all their compliments and adoration no more than a big practical joke.

She couldn't remember a time in her life when these thoughts hadn't plagued her solitary moments.

Recently, however, and for reasons Hayley didn't fully understand, the thoughts had grown distant. She would lay in bed, silence filling every corner of her room, memories of the day filling every corner of her mind, and she would feel...indifferent. Maybe, Hayley thought, this was one of the driving forces behind her growing disinterest in social interaction. She had always kept a distance from others, but it had been calculated, the precise amount of distance necessary to elevate herself above everybody else without growing so distant she was forgotten. But now? Now Hayley didn't care so much. There were so many people in her life that she didn't like. So many people clinging onto her, dragging her down. Suddenly, she didn't mind the thought of being forgotten by these people. ...

... She just needed to be remembered by a few.

The important ones.

***

It was Wednesday, three days before Halloween, two days before her next orgasm, and Hayley was driving excitedly to Charlotte's house. They were set to watch the season two finale of Breaking Bad, the first episode Charlotte hadn't already seen, and Hayley was elated at the prospect of finally getting to experience an episode for the first time together.

She knocked on the door wearing a pastel blue full skirt and a fitted white top. She wasn't the biggest fan of skirts, but she was feeling pretty today and was hoping Charlotte would like it. Charlotte answered, as she always did after a long practice, in a black oversized hoodie that covered any pajama shorts she may or may not be wearing underneath. Hayley could see their blanket already lying on the couch and a bowl of popcorn on the table beside it.

"Ready?" Charlotte said with an excited smile.

"Duh."

They didn't waste any time, getting comfortable beneath the blanket as quickly as possible, Charlotte laying her head on Hayley's chest today with the bowl of popcorn beside it. Hayley would have a kernel or two on occasion, but most of her reaches into the bowl were followed by a gentle search for Charlotte's mouth, placing them inside without ever taking her eyes off the screen.

After the episode ended, neither girl could wait to begin the next one, playing it immediately, watching two more before finally turning off the TV.

Hayley ...