Welcome to another chapter of 'The Body's Abyss' thank you so much for the comments left on the last chapter. : ) I enjoyed reading them and loved the feedback. I will continue to have a disclaimer in all of my chapters so you know just what you are in store for. I shall put them in
italic's
as well, just so they stick out a bit more. ; )
This chapter may be a bit lengthy simply because this shall be the chapter that gets most of the non-sexual aspects out there. We will learn a bit more about the characters, now there may be a little bit of sexual aspects in this chapter but we won't be getting into any of the real fun just yet. Things to look out for in this chapter will be masturbation and fantasized male cross dressing. Now when I say fantasized 'etc' I mean a character shall be fantasizing about it, versus it actually happening in the story. Just in case anyone was confused by it. : ) We will also be looking through the eyes of the dear sister in this chapter.
Now, enjoy dear readers. - Cass
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The twenty two year old female sighed, hoping that would help release the sever depth of her bored. It did not, a soft groan escaped next as she allowed gravity to take her and slumped against the back of the desk chair. Scattered papers in front of her covered the face of the desk, the plywood below it barley noticeable. College was...frustrating to say the least, work piled on to work was all it really felt like. The young woman's grey blue hues stared dully at the ceiling above her, a mechanical pencil dangling loosely between her fingers. Aleeha had just entered her second year of her stay at the University of South Carolina, her studies revolving around Sociology. The study of human reaction had always interested her, in more then one way she supposed. Leaning forward towards the desk she gripped to her pencil, tapping it idly against the desk. With her free hand, slender fingers ran idly through the slightly curled auburn hair. The ends of her hair curled just by her shoulders, it was a length she enjoyed, not too long but not too short either. Her plump lower lip slide under her front teeth, chewing ever so lightly on it while she stared at the homework demanding to be done.
Another frustrated sigh and she dropped her pencil to throw her hands in the air.
"Fuck this."
the young woman grumbled as she pushed herself up and away from the desk. Having just got back from class perhaps an hour or so she was still dressed in a pair of comfortable fitting faded blue jeans, a earthy green spaghetti strapped tank top with lace at the top and bottom, and just a pair of earthy brown flats. Luckily she managed to get the shared dormitory room to herself, her roommate much more of a social butterfly. Not that it bothered her of course, she quite enjoyed her alone time for various reasons of course.
Heading towards the door to the dorm she paused just a second to grab her small bag, through it over her shoulders and headed out of the door. When her frustration built up like this there was really only one way to calm herself down. To many it looked like a normal habit, a young girl sitting and writing without a care in the world. But ah...there was so much more to Aleeha's writing, much more then she ever let anyone read. Acting upon them...well now that was a different story for another time. Soft thuds against the tile floor, out another door and down some stairs she was officially on the ground on the outside world. A soft smile pulled on her plump soft pink lips, oh so many people were out today. This would be fun indeed, chuckling lightly to her own insensitive before heading to where she usually took roost.
Settling underneath the shade thankfully given by the trees, Aleeha sat her bag down beside her on the bench. Unzipping it to pull out her dark red binder, it was clear it had been used for many years. It was tattered and torn, hardly able to hold itself together anymore, but she loved this binder. Perhaps it was odd to feel such a way about an object, but this binder had kept many of her secrets through out middle school, and through out high school it still did that but also hid her desires from the world. Until this day it was still doing that for her, so yeah...she felt a certain sense of gratitude towards the binder.
Opening the binder she plucked the black pen that was nuzzled in one of the inside pockets, flipping through the papers until she settled on a blank one. Crossing her ankles the young woman lifted her head to look at the people around her, so many really were out today and why not? The weather was being quite generous, it was sunny with a soft breeze so one didn't get too hot or too cold. Those grey blue eyes settled on another sitting in the area, he was perhaps about 5'10, average body, freckles danced over his skin, bright red hair shone against the sun.
Licking her lips as the wheels in her head began to turn, the pen began to glide against the paper. Red was definitely this guys color.
I was quite pleased with the way the color stood out against his pale skin, what a vision it was. His chest was bare, though a red hemp rope did hold his arms behind him in a reverse prayer position. The rope made it so that his arms were behind him, hands in between the shoulder blades with his wrists touching. The taunting idea that only his fingers were free and yet still useless was just a fun way of teasing for me. Bright red sheer fishnet stockings adorned the young male's legs, the elastic at the top of his thighs let the stockings stay up on their own. I had forced him to wear of pair of simple black heels, it really did just help the red to pop out even more.
