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DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely fictional.

Ella Sommers sat in her second floor dorm room, feeling rather strange. The autumn leaves cast a shade upon the street beyond her window, but the leaves themselves glowed so bright in the golden light of the sun. There is never a light which does not cast a shadow, she mused to herself. There is no beauty which is not, ultimately, dark.

She contemplated this concept as she reached for her bulky pink water bottle and took a loud sip from it. She felt akin to it, but also a strange absence on her other half. Her boyfriend, Caleb, was little more than a dull affair to her. Ella much preferred spending time with her friends, time which she could spend on dreaming of a more exciting lifestyle with them. Still, no matter where she turned, she could not find her own shadow.

There was something so utterly boring about the normal life she had been pidgeon-holed into. She hoped with all her heart that something interesting would come along that year, her very first year in college. She knew her best friend from high school, Leah, had party connections already, but something was amiss about all of that… Ella had been to athletes’ parties before, she had already seen the debauchery that goes on behind those closed doors, and it just wasn’t enough for her.

Ella craved excitement, but more than merely that, she longed for something new. Perhaps she should’ve elected to attend a bigger school than the meager one she’d chosen; Lord knew she could have with her stellar grades. However, maybe the small size of the area could benefit her in finding what she desired–precisely what it was, she did not yet know.

The imagery hadn’t crystallized in her mind’s eye, yet. Ah, well, she thought, it’s just another day. The time to meet up with her friends was nearing ever closer. Ella’s gaze flashed from the pretty sight out the window to her own room’s doorway as she rose to her feet and made her way to her mirror.

At the door’s left side she stood, inspecting her own countenance. Her cheeks were high and narrowed down to a sharp chin. A silver stud adorned her nose in the center of her round yet angular face. The eyeliner around her deep brown eyes was still intact from that morning. Her long, dark brown hair was sleek and shiny in its impeccable straightness, as always. Her ears were adorned with glittering golden hoops.

Ella gathered her things and departed from her room, satisfied with her own appearance. She traipsed across the hall and down the stairs, wearing her tight black leggings, as she did everywhere. The black vestment around her body would provide enough heat to shield her from the autumn breeze.

As Ella walked through the hall, she looked to her right at a door that always intrigued her. Among the various nametags declaring that somebody named Melody lived in the room behind that door were two flags adorned with symbols that struck Ella as very bold: a golden hammer and sickle on red above a black spade symbol on white. She knew the meaning of the symbology to be communism and Queen of Spades-dom, respectively. That made her want to meet whoever ‘Melody’ was all the more.

While Ella made a note to look at the door, she did not cease to stride onward for fear of how she may be perceived. At the other end of the first floor of the hall was Leah’s room. Ella reached her destination and knocked.

“Come in!” she heard Leah’s voice instantly resound from the door’s other side. Ella turned the doorknob and entered.

~

The very next day, Ella sat in the dining hall, surrounded by her friends but principally sitting across from Leah, facing the entrance, as she always had. The sun outside was steadily descending beyond the horizon. Everyone was busy eating dinner.

Ella had elected to take only a minor meal, nothing too heavy, and to drink from her own water flask. The wall was at her right side and her friend Gemma was at her left, a blonde girl with a smaller frame and wide white eyes. The boys sat at the far left side of the table and the girls at the right. It wasn’t planned or mandated that way, but for whatever reason, that was how things had shaken out.

In that sprawling sea of people in motion that was the dining hall, it seemed that not a single soul had noticed her. The boys to her right were too busy with whatever they were joking about, and they all probably assumed Ella was too enamored with herself to tell. If only someone would be enamored with her, for her, instead.

Her phone was utterly dry; not even a text from her boyfriend. One might think the man was made of stale white bread with the way he bored her. Was she really so average as to preclude herself any ulterior admirers?

Even worse, the boys at her table were just as white and bland, if not more, than the sorry prize she had back home. But Gemma was jabbering about something, and so, her attention was wrested away from her own loneliness Bomonti travesti and boredom.

“Did you hear about Steven and Sarah?” she asked the entire group.

“No,” Ella turned to her boredly and said. She couldn’t even remember who those people were.

Just in time, somebody more interesting walked by. She was carrying a dirty plate over to the dishes and likely going back for more food. Ella watched her, fascinated, transfixed in some strange and inexplicable way in a desire whose motive was not readily accessible to her. She supposed that was what made this figure so fascinating, but her outward appearance was equally intriguing.

She was tall–and Ella wasn’t very short herself–though she walked with a slight slouch at a rattling speed of pace. Her hair was long, grown out far beyond her shoulders in dark brown curly waves that interlocked with each other in the air behind her as she walked. Her skin was ghastly pale in contrast to Ella’s own tan, and her skin was stretched taut around her bones as if there was very little left of her. Still, this strange figure continued to eat.

She was wearing a thin and slinky black dress and leggings just like her own. While there was a natural effeminacy to her overall figure and shape, she didn’t have much in the way of assets to boast of. In a body so different from Ella’s own, she may just find her counterpart.

Leah and Gemma didn’t even seem to notice her watching the girl. They were entirely focused on their gossip-mongering. Perhaps it was time to leave the hall; Ella knew that if she stood up, then all of her friends would follow. She’d rather have them twerking to her favorite songs on the floor than sitting around passing scornful words around and exchanging rumors about people she didn’t even know.

Then, that darkly alluring figure traipsed back into her view. Just beyond Leah’s brown curls, she could see her making her way back to her seat, somewhere far behind Ella. It was almost as if she were trying to make the best view for herself; she could be forgiven for assuming such a thing were possible, even though nobody else seemed to notice her.

There was an unmistakable stoniness to her face, like it was carved out of marble. Her jawline was too impeccably sharp and her cheekbones too high. This person had not been born a woman, but had been fashioned into one in life’s spinning wheel of troublesome creation.

This observable fact did not trouble her, however. It only made her all the more fascinated.

Ella watched as this interesting creature walked past their table and took her seat back in the far end of the room. She could’ve sworn she saw a glimmer in her eye when she looked back at her momentarily, and her pale cheeks began to redden.

Ella flashed her friends a self-satisfied smile and said, “Let’s go back to Leah’s room.” They couldn’t possibly know why she was brimming so brightly. It wasn’t entirely out of character for her to do so, so they didn’t demand an explanation, but still, it made it all the sweeter to have a little secret bubbling up inside of her.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Leah agreed. Ella stood up, and each of her friends followed. As they made their way to exit, she could’ve sworn she felt her secret’s eyes admiring her strongly bouncing body. Her smile never faded.

~

Later that night, when the sun had blacked out, Ella made her way back to her room on the second floor of their residence hall. She passed by that mystical door, growing more familiar with it every time, looking closely at the flags again as she went. She still didn’t know for sure who Melody was, however. That discovery had eluded her, as she hadn’t seen anybody enter or leave that mysterious room.

Ella assumed Melody to be a woman with much more experience than herself, someone trained, honed, and sharpened by life who could show her the best way forward. Even if it was challenging, Ella would exceed any and all expectations of her, as she always had in every facet of her life since years ago when she was a little girl.

Regardless of what may happen–and she was craving something, anything to happen–Ella strode onward, turning into the staircase and climbing up to her floor. The stairwell was entirely white aside from the actual steps and railings themselves–which were black–in bricks that made the dormitory look more like a prison.

Still, Ella shoved open the door to her floor and crossed over to her room, which was almost directly across from the stairwell. She opened the door, conspicuously unlocked.

Her boyfriend, Caleb, was waiting for her there.

He was already sitting on her bed, feet reaching the ground, legs covered in dull gray sweatpants. Though he looked as bored as she felt, his eyes pierced her own, wantingly, achingly. She knew just what was about to happen next.

Methodically, Ella moved to her large wooden desk, picking up a bottle of deep red wine she Bomonti travestiileri had left out and open several nights before. An extension of his wide arms beckoned her forward onto her own bed, which he was occupying like a soldier, stationed in place where he was meant to be, where all the world had told him he deserved to be since the lot of them were children.

Ella moved the bottle to her lips slowly, silently, so as not to stir the flairs of the moment into an eruption. She quietly allowed much more wine than one would think she could handle to enter her bloodstream. In half an hour, it will all be over, she resolved to herself.

When she sat it back down, the bottle was almost completely empty.

Her fingers moved through her hair as she took slow steps up to her bed and her man awaiting her. His eyes were now narrowed, his brow furrowed in a silent fury. Ella unzipped her vestment slowly, hearing every small tick of the metal teeth as they each unlatched from each other until they all were done. She let it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor below her even slower.

Ella lifted her tank top over her head next, letting that fall to the floor as well. When she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, she stared at Caleb, not into his eyes but directly into his starving heart. He was clearly ready for her, and the dazzling show she was giving him did nothing but delay her impending, inevitable fate.

Though her tits were broad and bare, he was scarcely even looking at them. It was a sight he had come accustomed to so much that he deluded himself into thinking he’d actually earned, owned, and deserved it. She turned to face the right side wall and bent over broadly to strip herself of her leggings and panties, the final pieces shielding her from his intrepid touch.

Once she was entirely naked, she climbed onto her bed, crawling up to him slowly like a cat. She forced a feline grin and breathed, “You’re all ready for me, I see…” feeling the meager bulge through the otherwise soft fabric of his sweatpants.

He offered her a low grunt in response as he laid back flat along her bed and said, “How could I not be?”

Her fingers crawled below his pants and pulled them down. She discarded them onto the floor with all her clothes and pulled his cock up in her hands. It was little more than average length and width, with a little pink tip and a slew of hair around its edges. Still, it was hard as nails, and the only cock she was permitted to ask for; she had a boyfriend, as everyone else loved so much to remind her.

She bent down low and kissed the hard head of his cock before taking it all the way in her mouth and wrapping her lips around it. She hoped she could get away with a simple suckjob that would put him to sleep. As his head went ever farther back into the pillows, she picked up her own pace in sucking him off.

Much to her chagrin, it only took several minutes for him to pick her up by her hair and drag her off of his cock. He hadn’t even shot his little load yet, so she knew just what was coming next. Caleb flipped her over with a rough disregard for her own comfort and entered her at full throttle. Rather than tiring him out, she had sadly only made him more excited.

Ella forced a moan as her boyfriend’s meager manhood thrusted in and out of her wildly. Dulled and bored, she rolled her eyes, knowing he couldn’t look into them anymore. Perhaps, someday soon, he never would.

~

The next day, Ella sat at dinner with Leah and Gemma, as usual. She took a sideways sip from her treasured water bottle and looked out and around them for that strange figure she’d caught a couple of glimpses of the day before. She was the most fascinating person to her in that sea of boring people waddling about their daily lives as if blinded to the darker realities beneath them. This person could not have been blind, not if she had noticed her.

Ella was dressed differently that day, in a purple sweater that fit her form a little less well than her black vestment, but it was still cut off right above her leggings so her ass popped. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t want her treasured little stranger to notice that, as well.

It seemed just the right time to get up and retrieve more food for herself, as Gemma’s consistent blathering had resumed. Ella pushed her chair out with her ass as she stood and turned to traipse around the crowd and towards the counters. Beside the drink dispensers sat a large metal rack of fruits of various kinds. Ella stood directly in front of it and inspected them all to find the most ripe ones.

For many passing moments, she stood there, and many members of the crowd passed her by without so much as an apparent glance. This continued until somebody brushed by her, barely grazing her own form. Without even looking, she could tell it was her secret figure.

Ella’s glances in her direction were sparse but travesti Bomonti told her everything she needed to know about this strange girl using the drink dispenser, getting another cup of iced tea. Her dress this time was dark blue with poofy sheer sleeves in elaborate patterns. An energy of longing hummed from her whole being, like she was secretly immensely attracted to her. Ella turned back to the rack and waited.

She could see which apple she wanted to take, the ripest, roundest of them all, but deliberately waited just so she could gauge her pet stranger’s reaction to her standing there. In truth, she was the ripest apple, just dying to be plucked off the tree…

The strange girl looked at her, too, after several moments and in a much more obvious way. Her face was more made up than her own, with wild blue eyeshadow too bright to match her dress and dark crimson lipstick. Ella couldn’t help but smile and even giggle softly at her a little bit. She felt an incredible pull to power when she looked back at her, like this creature was reduced to little more than putty in her hands without even having properly met her yet. Something about her just felt so deliciously pitiful.

Without warning, the girl moved swiftly past her. On her way, she moved her face close to the exposed part of Ella’s shoulder beneath her sweater and made a slick slurping sound with her lips, though no part of their bodies actually made contact with each other. Ella turned her head in disbelief and watched her as she left towards her table. She already likes me, she thought.

And how could she not? Ella swayed her hips and happily shook her ass a little bit as she reached up to pluck that ripest apple from the set.

When she returned to her seat, she noticed her stranger watching her still, in a seat perfectly placed a good deal of distance behind her own. Ella hopefully wondered whether she had made a routine out of watching her from afar like that. Her stranger’s hazel eyes shined like a puppy dog’s. Ella’s smile only brightened.

Leah and Gemma were already ready to get up, having cleared each of their respective plates. “Ready to go?” Leah said, her eyes expectant on Ella’s own.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Ella agreed without even sitting back down, still brimming with the newfound power her secret admirer had invested in her bustily delicious form.

Leah stood and Gemma followed, each picking up their plates and various refuse left behind by their consumption. Ella led the group out of the red-bricked room, walking in between her closest companions in the world so far with an extra step of power in her usual stride. They made their way to the dishwasher, dropping off their plates, Ella only carrying her apple and water bottle as she’d already taken care of her own by herself.

The three of them left the dining hall mostly empty-handed save for Ella’s belongings, though her heart was already filling faster. They made their way through the broad-walled hall to the exit and across the street towards the residence hall in which they all lived. The cold autumn air bit through Ella’s clothes as she traveled, flanked by her friends. Nothing Gemma could possibly say would break her out of the spell she had fallen into, with all the imagery she could now treat herself to.

She wanted that strange girl on her knees for her sake, begging for her, only for her to inevitably deny her. She wanted a plaything like that, and though she wasn’t yet ready to admit it to her friends, she was bold enough to admit it to herself. It all made her feel so exceptionally important.

While they were nearing the door, Ella felt her presence behind her all over again. She’s definitely following us, she silently acknowledged to herself. Her smile resurged with a newfound brightness at that, so much so that she nearly laughed.

Leah opened the big glass door to the residence hall and they each made their way inside. Her friends none the wiser, Ella turned to her right to look through the glass at her secret admirer. Sure enough, her eyes were fixed on her, casting her a neverending gaze. I have finally found my very own shadow, Ella realized to herself, unafraid of anything.

~

Later that very same night, Ella sat in her own room all alone, having returned from Leah and Gemma’s room nearly an hour beforehand. Caleb was out at some night class for his degree. He hadn’t even texted her beforehand. Her phone was completely dry, save for a selfie from Gemma.

Ella returned the favor with a duckface, holding her phone up high in the air to capture it. She felt the goofy casualness of it betrayed her inner passionate nature, but that giant was allowed to sleep for several nights at least.

A touch of relief and a backwash of loneliness came over her, taking her up and into their vicious throes. She had never strayed from him, though that would shock even her closest friends had they immediate access to her mind’s machinations and her heart’s real desires. Leah would be the easier option as far as opening that Pandora’s box went, but the subject would have to be breached by her, first. About her sacred stranger, Ella’s lips were sealed tight. She silently hoped she would catch another glimpse of her the next day.

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