Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... cum...

Didn't you cum yesterday?

...y- yes...

And you want to cum again?

...please...I...I need it...

Charlotte's clit began to throb. Hayley came to her.Hayley came toher. After everything Hayley fought for, all her pride and dignity, all the time and effort she put into combating her body's needs, she arrived on Charlotte's doorstep, cold and alone, desperate for her fix.

Charlotte's fingers twitched, eager to slip beneath her waistband and satiate the growing heat between her legs. Instead, she reached for her backpack, sat against the table leg, and withdrew a pen. Anxiously, she clicked it and rested the tip against the piece of paper. She had only done so once before, but it always felt like a momentous decision to cross out a step.

...I need it...

...please...

...I'll do anything...

Shakily, but with an excited smile, Charlotte crossed out:

step 1: addict hayley to orgasms

Her eyes drifted downwards, pupils dilating at the sight of the next step.

step 2: addict hayley to me

With a shuddering exhale, Charlotte dropped the pen, unable to stave off her arousal any longer. She slowly slid her fingers beneath the table and began to rub against the fabric of her pajamas, teasing herself.

Behind closed eyelids, she imagined Hayley's quivering body and pleading voice, begging for release only Charlotte could grant her.

"...p- please, Charlotte..."

"Please what, pretty girl?"

"I n- I need it."

Charlotte grinned "What do ...

... you need? You need to cum?"

Hayley nodded, begging wordlessly.

"What's the matter, angel, you can't make yourself cum anymore?"

Charlotte rubbed herself harder, groaning faintly.

Hayley shook her head, pouting. Pleading.

"I'm the only one who can give you what you want? What you need?"

"...yes...I need you..."

"You're my little slut now?"

"Y- yes. I'm your slut."

Charlotte slipped her fingers beneath her pants, grinning at the sensation of her cold fingers against her burning clit. She was already soaked.

"My personal little sex toy?"

"...your personal s- sex toy..."

"Weak?"

"...weak..."

"Desperate?"

"...d- desperate..."

"Charlotte?"

Charlotte's eyes shot open, dread wrapping its cold hands around her spine. She spun around to see Hayley standing behind her, smiling curiously, groggy and disheveled. She was somehow even attractive like this.

Charlotte struggled to piece together an excuse, her best attempt escaping as nothing but a frightened stutter.

"You know..." Hayley began to slink towards Charlotte, her smile morphing into a seductive smirk, "...if you want to cum too, all you have to do is ask."

"Oh...no...um...I was..."

Hayley giggled, biting her lip. She was towering above Charlotte now. "I like it when you get nervous?"

Charlotte felt herself blush.

"What's that?" Hayley's looked past Charlotte, at the table behind her. The small, black haired girl spun around and scooped the notebook into her arms ...