Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... little girl?"

"...m- me...I am..." she whimpered, her words muffled by the breast in her mouth.

"That's right. You'll do anything I fucking say if it means I keep rubbing you, doesn't it?"

"...y- yes...anything...I'll be a g- good girl...I'll be- be- oh fuck...oh fuck Char- Char...I'm close..."

And just like that, all the stimulation stopped. The fingers on her pussy, the nipple between her lips, and Charlotte's hand, stroking Hayley's hair soothingly, all disappeared. Hayley's eyes flew open as she looked beside her to see Charlotte sitting calmly, with a sweet, almost arrogant smile on her face.

"Wha-?" was all Hayley could manage.

"Just a little," Charlotte grinned, reaching forward to pull Hayley's shirt back down and smooth out her dress.

"N- no. A little more." Hayley grabbed Charlotte's hand which was quickly pulled away. Watching her reach for it like a desperate, spoiled child made Charlotte's heart pound, but she didn't let it show, reminding herself of the task at hand.

"Nope. That's all you get for tonight. Come on, it's almost 11."

Hayley walked slowly, defeated, to the door, guided by small tugs from Charlotte. When they arrived, Charlotte knelt down and put Hayley's shoes on for her.

"Are you okay to drive yet? You can sit down for a few minutes if you need."

"I'll be okay." Hayley said, her voice sounding distant, even to her own ears.

Charlotte stood up with a bounce and a smile, giving Hayley a tight hug. "I told you, I ...

... want your orgasm on Friday to be special."

Hayley gave her an exaggerated pout. Charlotte quickly covered her eyes with her hands.

"Nice try Strickland, I've developed defenses against those eyes."

As Hayley walked from the warmth of Charlotte's house through the chilly October breeze, she heard Charlotte's voice call out faintly behind her.

"Hey, Hayley." Hayley turned around slowly, not sure if her expression should be hopeful or annoyed. "You really do look pretty in that dress. That wasn't just a line."

Hayley's gaze fell to the cobblestone walkway beneath her feet, a bashful smile on her face.

***

Thursday and Friday passed at a snail's pace for Hayley. Charlotte had succeeded in her mission, infecting Hayley's mind with thoughts of the release she wouldn't be allowed to feel until Friday night. It wasn't even the sensation of Charlotte's cold, nimble fingers, rubbing so gently, so precisely, against the hot little nub between her legs that Hayley thought about. Hayley had felt that before, and she had felt it stronger, not dampened by the fabric of her shorts as it had been this time. Instead, she thought about how easy it had been for Charlotte to tease her like that. How quickly she had turned Hayley into a limp, needy girl, desperate for more.

Hayley felt ashamed, but there was something else - some other emotion, too distant and blurry to identify - lurking beneath. Hayley tried to dig it up, but doing so just uprooted more shame, scattering it ...