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𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄. | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐓 ✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑: 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

                                                                                                                             

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

                                                                                                                               

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

 

 

                                                                                 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝒎𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒕)

 

 

                                                                         

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 (𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏)

 

 

                                                                         

𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 (𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 (𝒕𝒚𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑 (𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 (𝒋𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 (𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐒𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 (𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒔)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒 (𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔)

 

 

 

                                                                         

𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 (𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒏)

 

 

 

                                                                                 

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"Aria, what do I have to do to be yours?"

"be a girl."

                                                                                                                                                                                                     

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【ＣＡＬＬＵＭ　ＷＡＬＫＥＲ】

The sun was shining, as the September weather was warm, comparable to summer. Callum sat on the concrete stair rail as he took pictures of the familiar campus, Redlands University, an hour away from Hartford. It was a small private university with diverse people from different cultures and races. This school was full of surprises, hence why he enjoyed his time there.

It saddens him that this is his final year. Callum got an internship in Italy mentored by Alessandro Belvari, a well-known photographer for Vogue Italy. He’s taken photos of the likes of Naomi Campbell and singer Beyonce. His portfolio was impressive, and it's a competitive spot to be under him, but Alessandro saw potential with Callum.

He was impressed with Callum's way with angles. Callum took advantage of various lighting. He saw himself in Callum’s photography. Everyone’s portfolio looked professional, Callum’s? His had soul.

He wanted to mold and shape the young man into being the successor. Callum was eager for his new experience as he's spending three years in Italy. Three years of learning excites him. Three years of new experience motivates him. Three years of new pussy, overwhelms him.

Callum had a problem. Women were his vice. He was a playboy. He loved pleasing women as it pleased him. He loved watching women become obsessed with him. Women always made photos even more beautiful.

His first muse was his late mother, Anais Walker.

 

His mother was full of grace, her soft features, green eyes, and bronze skin. He’d always thought his mother was the epitome of beauty.

When she passed from Cancer during his senior year of high school, he felt like he lost his passion for photography until her funeral. His father brought him his mother’s final gift with a letter attached.
A black Nikon Z8 Camera with Zoom lens with words of encouragement as she knew her baby boy very well.

She knew he would’ve lost hope in his passion, and she needed to remind him of his talent and potential. That he didn’t need to stop because she was gone. Callum will find his muse and make her proud.

With that, he pressed on. While he looked for his muse, he messed with various women. Some couldn’t handle his player ways. Some couldn’t handle the attention he received from other women. He was charismatic with a camera.

Besides, the last thing he was worrying about was settling down. He had so many things he wanted to accomplish. Many things he wanted to experience. Many women he wanted to taste.

Once his appetite plenishes, he'll focus on finding his love, but right now? He just wanted to have fun and take photos.

Callum quietly continues to find his next shot. Softly, he gasps as someone catches his attention.

She had a large afro, wore a baby blue knit crop top, and a short white pleated skirt that showed off her long chocolate brown legs that were glistening. She had on white ankle-high booties with knee-high white lace socks. All he could hear was the loud & fast clicks as he tried to capture each moment of the stranger.

She had a large smile, laughing with the light-skinned girl beside her. She was tall and slender. The brown gloss complimented her plump lips. He bites down on his bottom lip, watching her past. She had him in a trance. A feeling came over him, the same feeling that he felt as he would take pictures of his mother.

Did his future muse walk past him? He questions himself.

He chuckles as the thought is laughable. She was beautiful, of course, but his muse? That might be a stretch. Besides, right now, she was a stranger. Once he got to know her, she'd be like the rest, something to do to fill up his portfolio.

He looks back into the frame to see a familiar face blocking his view. He slowly puts down the camera, defeated. The girl eagerly stands in front of him.

“Hello, Shyanne.” He dryly says. She playfully pushes him.

“Callum, don’t act like you’re not happy to see me!” Shyanne rebuttals with her arms crossed.

Callum wasn’t.

Shyanne was a girl he met during his first year at Redlands. She was actually fucking his homeboy, Noah, at first. But Shyanne thought Callum was cuter than Noah and began to pursue him. Callum refused to bite into the forbidden fruit. Until, he got Ryan’s approval.

At that point, Ryan had moved on to one of the cheerleaders for the basketball team and didn’t care for Shyanne. They fooled around until Callum grew tired of her and tried to toss her to the side for another girl he met on campus.

But at that point, Shyanne was in love with Callum and began to act like a fool when Callum abandoned her. Shyanne trashed his dorm and keyed the new girl’s car. He just decided to keep her around.

It was safer to do that.

He still messed with other women, and Shyanne knew that, but she was just grateful for his attention. Callum was just grateful that he wasn’t dead.

“So, what photos were you taking?” Shyanne asked as Callum put his camera back into his brown leather satchel.

“I have to go to class.” He states, ignoring her question. Shyanne could hear the agitation in his tone but chose to ignore it as she missed him a lot. She wouldn’t be bothering him if he answered his phone. She reasons with herself.

“Well, I can walk with you to class!” She suggests. His eyes widen in fear. This is the first year she didn’t know where his classes were, and he would like to keep it like that.

“Nah, I’m good. I want to be alone. I literally insist on it. Let me be alone.” He pleads in a stern tone. Shyanne sighs, flustered.

“Why don’t you want me to walk you to class? Is there a girl in there you like already?” She asks, her arms crossed. She tries to hide the jealousy in her tone but fails miserably.

Callum takes a deep breath, trying not to spazz off on her.

“No, I just want to be alone,” Callum says as Shyanne still isn’t satisfied with that answer. Callum lets out another flustered sigh.

“Look, I’ll text you once I get out of class. Maybe we can make some plans.” He begrudgingly suggests.

Shyanne could tell that Callum didn’t want to see or text her after class, and this was a tactic for her to leave him alone, but she held out some hope that he was being truthful and that he'd make plans with her.

Besides, if he flaked out, she could stop by his apartment. She had an extra key made just in case of emergencies.

“OK, fine. Can I at least get a hug before you go?” She asks cutely, with a pout. Callum hugs her, rolling his eyes as she happily squeezes onto him, embracing his signature smell, a soft Vanilla musk.

He pulls away as she smiles at him. He nods and brushes past her. He lets out a sigh of relief. Happy, that he's able to get away from her. He smiles to himself as he heads to his class.

Thoughts of the unknown afro girl flutter his mind. He had to make his acquaintance with her. First, he just had to run into her again.

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【ＮＯＡＭＩ　ＧＬＡＳＳ】

“So, we’re going to Erris’ house after your English class?” Noami asks Aria as he shrugs.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not. I just gotta pick up Atlas from band practice.” He points out as Noami lets out a small, annoyed sigh.

Noami wasn’t exactly Atlas’ biggest fan. She always felt like Atlas was secretly trying to change Aria and was constantly judging her. Although, she’s been nothing but supportive of their relationship.

Aria notices Noami’s face of displeasure.

“Noami… Come on. We’ve been together for three years. Nothing is changing anytime soon. I'm debating if I'll propose to her this year.” Aria confesses as Noami rolls her eyes.

“Why?”

“Because she loves me for me. Plus, there aren't too many girls who are gunna want a guy that looks better in their clothing.” Aria points out as he softly chuckles. Noami looked at Aria’s outfit and thought he had a valid point.

She studies his outfit. The baby blue top looked gorgeous on him, it complimented his dark brown skin. The white skirt made his legs look long & toned. She was envious. Aria had no desire to be a woman and, yet, he pulled it off so well.

“You have a valid point.” Noami agrees as Aria hums.

“Exactly.” They stopped at the opened door to Noami’s lecture hall.

“I will meet you at 5; don’t be late,” Aria warns as Noami rolls her eyes.

“I’m the last person you need to worry about being late.” She points out as Aria chuckles. Noami enters the lecture room. She spots Callum and takes a seat beside him.

Callum was the only guy she talked to in this class. He was the only one who could hold a conversation with her. Plus, she can count on him to do the work in their class when she forgets and gets an A.
Callum often shows Noami his recent photos for her input. She was also a photo major. So, having her opinion on his pictures helps a lot. They don’t share any words. He pulled out his camera and handed it to her as she handed over the half-finished homework.

Noami turns the camera on and is hit with a distant, sideway smile photo of Aria. She furrows her eyebrows as she presses the button to zoom in closer to the face, confirming her suspicion of who is in the photo. She grew nervous as she knew how Callum got down. Once he finds his focus, he chases after his focus, and they become a face in his growing portfolio.

She sighs softly as this would only end badly because one thing about Aria is, that he may dress like a girl; put makeup on like a girl, and hell, even do his hair like a girl. Aria was still all man. He was comfortable with his sexuality and masculinity. Boys have never been his type and never will.

She clicks the left arrow and sees the number of photos Callum took of Aria. Awkwardly, she tries to start a conversation as she knows he is waiting for her input.

“So, I see you took a lot of pictures of the girl with an Afro…” Callum pauses as he looks over at Noami. His eyes lit up as her smile appeared in his mind.

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“Yeah, she’s beautiful… Isn’t she?” Noami uncomfortably nods. Callum immediately picks up on, without missing a beat, he asks.

“Do you know her?” Noami immediately shakes her head, stammering over her words as a lie could not slip her pink glossed lips. He chuckles as he shakes his head.

“What? She got a boyfriend?” Noami shakes her head and uneasily rubs the back of her neck.

“Uhhh no, a girlfriend, actually.” Noami corrects. Callum was impressed. A beautiful woman like her is bisexual?

“Oh, she’s bi?” Noami shakes her head.

“No… He’s straight.” She emphasizes him, which leaves Callum even more confused.

He?

Was Noami mistaken?

She must be.

“What do you mean He?”

“His name is Aria. He’s my childhood best friend. He’s very much straight.” Noami uncomfortably explains. Callum looks at her in disbelief. He furrows his eyebrows, a smirk forming. Noami must be joking. Nothing that beautiful is a man in real life. Maybe she was trying to say they’re trans like her. Which is fine. He’s not into trans people, but she’s still beautiful.

“Oh, if they’re trans, I under---” Noami immediately interjects, shaking her head.

“No. Aria is a man. They go by He/Him pronouns. He has a girlfriend that he loves fucking on. That is a MAN!” She explains, leaving Callum very shocked.

His infatuation was with a man?

But they didn’t look like a man. They didn’t even carry themselves as such. But here he was, infatuated with a man. Disgust rushes over him as he isn’t gay. He didn’t look at men in such a way.

He was straight.

A straight man.

Noami could see the look of disappointment & disgust on his face. She gives him a reassuring smile.

“Look, don’t feel bad. Aria gets confused as a woman a lot. Besides, the photos are amazing!” She says sincerely.

He hums, ignoring Noami as he continues finishing her work.

So much for that, he thought.

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It was getting closer for Aria to come to pick her up so they could go to Erris’ get-together. Which, she dreaded. Atlas would rather be laid up with Noah, watching Netflix. She loved being with Aria. It was his friends she didn’t like being with. She felt like they were holding Aria back from his full potential. She felt like Noami & Erris condone his actions of tapping into his femineity.

She got tired of Aria dressing better than her. Men ogled at him, the constant confusion people had about their relationship.

Is she a lesbian?

Is she sure Aria isn’t gay?

How can she deal with her own boyfriend being prettier than her? I

t was tiring.

Atlas tried to change him. She really did. She always had a fun time with him when they were alone. He could make her laugh, feel good about herself, and the sex? Their sexual chemistry was phenomenal. Aria would eat her up until her toes curled as her eyes rolled back. The way he rolled his hips a certain way, matching her pace, feeling every inch of his dick inside of her. Slowly going in and out, making her clit tingle just the thought of it.

But, Atlas refused to look past his feminine ways. Hence her infidelity. Noah Jackson is all the man that she needs. He was tall, and muscular, had facial hair, a strong jawline, beautiful brown curly hair, and those green eyes. Those green eyes made her weak. Yes, he didn’t compare sexually. Truthfully, they were hardly compatible, but that didn’t matter.

He still was a man, and that’s what she needed.

She sighs softly, sitting at her vanity, preparing for the dreadful event. Noah walks into her bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. The water slowly dripped down his bronze skin. He leans over and kisses Atlas’ cheek. She groans, hoping it didn’t mess up her makeup.

“You seem tense, boo. Wassup?” Atlas turns around to see Noah sitting on her bed, slightly leaning back.

“I have to hang out with Aria and his weird ass friends.” She confesses as he hums.

“Just back out. Say you have a stomach bug or something.” Noah suggests, shrugging. Atlas shakes her head.

“I’ve been dodging Aria the past couple of days for you. I can’t be suspicious.” Noah rolls his eyes at Atlas' reasoning and sighs.

“Why are you still entertaining that faggot---” Atlas puts her finger up, giving Noah a warning glare. She may not be on the best terms with Aria, but that’s still her man. She wasn’t going to let anybody bad-mouth him, and that includes Noah. He rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“You really gunna defend a man that wears the same size underwear as you?” Noah points out, crossing his arms. Atlas rolls her eyes and begins to finish her makeup. Noah gets up and rests his arms on Atlas’ shoulder.

“Look, when are you going to break up with him? You’re obviously not happy with him. All you do is complain about him and his friends. Don’t you get tired of men catcalling an “apparent” straight man? You need a real nigga in yo life, and I’m here. Stop forcing yourself to deal with Aria, leave him in the past.” Atlas sighs as Noah has a point.
Atlas was tired of this lifestyle. She's ready to be in a normal relationship.

Before she could open her mouth, her phone buzzed, notifying her that she received a text. She looks over and sees it’s Aria. She unlocks her phone and opens it to see Aria informing her that he is outside. She grabbed her makeup bag as Noah watched.

“Make sure you lock up before you leave,” Atlas informs him as she kisses his cheek and rushes out of her room. She grabs her purse and keys off the coffee table, leaving the apartment as Noah sadly watches her.

He knew what he signed up for but didn’t expect to fall for her.

Aria sat in the driver’s seat, tapping his fingers against his steering wheel. He hums a blackpink song, waiting. The passenger door opens, and Atlas looks at Aria, amazed and aroused. Aria wore a black tank top, grey Nike sweat pants with his print slightly showing, Air Jordan 4 Retro Midnight Navy, a gold chain around his neck, and his hair in an afro. He had a diamond-studded earring in his right ear. No makeup on, Chapstick at most.

Atlas could feel her pussy tingle at the sight of Aria, who looked over at Atlas in her pink skin-tight dress that showed off her curves and breast. Aria looked at the time. He had fifteen minutes to spare before Erris blew up his phone.

“Aye, get in the backseat.” He said in a deep voice. His voice vibrated down Atlas’ spine.

“W-wh-“ Before Atlas could finish her sentence, Aria glares at her.

“I ain’t ask, did I?” Atlas silently shakes her head.

“aight then, come on.” He says as he gets out of the car and into the backseat.

Atlas meekly gets in the backseat. She silently sits there as Aria is undressing her with his eyes. He bites his bottom lip as he pats his lap. Aria hums as Atlas watches him pull down his sweats & boxers. His dick springs up. Atlas’ mouth begins to slightly drool.

“He’s waiting.” Aria sings as he begins to stroke himself. Atlas lifts up the bottom of her dress, exposing the white thong underneath. She pulls it down carefully before getting on his lap. She slowly slides down on his 8 inches of manhood. They both moan at the same time, overwhelmed with pleasure. She grips on the headrest as he grips on her waist.

Her eyes roll back. He begins to carefully thrust his penis inside of her, making sure she feels every movement. She throws her head back, quickly reminded why she couldn’t leave Aria…

Noah couldn’t touch her like this.

Noah couldn’t fuck her like this.

Noah couldn’t make her meek & vulnerable, submitting to every command he spoke.

Yes, Noah was a normal man, but Aria was a grown man.

And she couldn’t let that go.