Charlotte alone in her bed.

It had been a long time since Charlotte was turned down like that. Normally, a gorgeous redhead throwing herself at a new person was enough to drag them back to her bed for a long night of passionate lovemaking, followed by complete severing of contact the next morning. So for Remi to turn her down was a bit of a shock. It had happened before, but not very many times. She guessed less than two dozen.

But now she was alone in her bed, finding herself at a loss. She had planned on hooking up that night. It hadn't been a very serious plan-- originally, she had hoped to spend the evening with her fellow bachelorettes. But as soon as she had gotten separated from the group, a little hope had developed in the back of her head that she would end the night on her back, screaming with pleasure thanks to the help of a new and exciting lover that might walk into her life.

Remi would have been perfect. She was young, like Charlotte. She looked like the sort that could use a good fucking to mellow out a bit. That wasn't even mentioning the outfit! As soon as she had appeared, fantasies about putting her head under that skirt had popped into Charlotte's mind. Had she gotten the young woman all wrong? Usually her 'gaydar' (or, more often, her 'heteroflexible-dar') was on-point! With the exception of one unfortunate incident with a teaching assistant back in her junior year, she had never mixed up a straight woman for someone that might be receptive to her advances.

So now she was stuck. She was all worked up with nowhere to direct her sexual energy, which was an outcome that she was very dissatisfied with. There was no chance that she would be able to woo Remi back into coming to her room, which left her at a crossroads. What was she supposed to do?