Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... cumming in a thousand different ways all fought for attention. And at the center of it all, in the eye of the storm was Hayley's beautiful face, dressed like an angel, tears of joy welling in her eyes as she repeated, over and over again, "I love you."

I love you, Charlotte.

Charlotte felt herself tipping over the edge, unable to stop it this time.

Her legs stiffened against the cold ground and her back arched against the wall. Her eyes were squeezed closed tightly and her mouth was parted as labored breaths crept past her lips. Hayley's words echoed over and over again in her ears as the world went white.

I love you.

I love you.

I.

Love.

You.

Charlotte slouched over as her orgasm subsided, her body tired and brain a mess. Her fingers, slick and messy, stayed on her clit, rubbing it with faint, gentle strokes. Only after her hand fell away from between her legs did Charlotte stand up, coming face to face with her own reflection in the mirror. The woman she saw looked small and scared.

With a huff, Charlotte marched into the shower. She washed herself lazily, her mind elsewhere, as warm water trickled down her face and back. When she was done, she walked naked out of the bathroom and into the pitch-black bedroom where Hayley slept, walking absentmindedly to the spot where she knew her dresser to be and fishing out the first pair of pajama pants she felt. She shuffled towards the bed as she slid them on, her eyes already beginning to close, but ...

... stopped just shy. She stood there, unmoving, listening to the soft inhale and exhale of Hayley's breath.

I love you.

I want to cum.

Can you tell me to hold it again?

I love you.

Charlotte turned away from the bed as Hayley's breath grew louder and louder in her ears. Grimacing, she charged over to her dresser and fished out her notebook for the first time in over two weeks, holding it tightly in her hand as she rushed from her room.

Exhausted, she tossed it onto the dining room table and slouched into a seat, staring blankly at the cover.

I love you.

I'm like you.

I'm a...

...weak fucking failure.

I need to cum.

Please, Charlotte.

I love you.

I can't hold it.

Please tell me to hold it.

Please...

I love you.

Charlotte shook her head from side to side, trying desperately to rattle Hayley's voice free. With trembling fingers, she flipped the notebook open.

TOP SECRET PLAN

Charlotte's breath sped up and her mind raced, Hayley's voice growing louder and louder, as she looked over the plan she had devised to corrupt Hayley. To ruin and humiliate her. To destroy her life.

She deserved it. She deserved to be hurt.

I need you, Charlotte.

Hayley lived a life without consequences. A life of cruelty and judgement and manipulation, for which she had never been punished. Never been held accountable.

I trust you, Charlotte.

No, it wasn't a lack of consequences. It was the fact that Hayley was rewarded for her behavior. ...