This is my first time writing erotic fiction. I hope you enjoy it, as these scenarios have been floating around in my head for a while. Be aware, this series will include a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading.
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When I got back upstairs to my room, I was still on cloud nine. Avery was on her way home, but the feeling on my lips of our make out session in Sapphire's dressing room was still there, warm and comforting. The feeling in my crotch, from Mom's lips and Nyla's juicy pussy, was equally warm and comforting. We'd been down in Sapphire for a few hours, and the sun had just set over the city. Claire was in the living room, and she had a bunch of clothes and some toiletries, which she was putting away in her bedroom. It looked like she was planning on spending the night upstairs with me, which I didn't mind, although I was probably just going to sleep alone, my thoughts of Avery, her tongue in my mouth, her gorgeous tits and lustrous hair and the image of her in that dress to keep me company. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night.
Everything was going according to plan, so far, I thought.
I had no fucking idea how wrong I was. Things were already in motion that were going to bring all the events of the last two weeks together.
I made myself a cup of coffee - I know, I drink too much coffee, but it's a habit that was ingrained in me at college. Not only was I a procrastinator, necessitating many late night cram sessions, to keep the weight off I needed something that would sate my appetite without many calories, and coffee was my go to. I substituted caffeine for other kinds of drugs, and I didn't drink very much at all. Ben was the beer drinker in our dorm room, although we had one other roommate, Henry, who we almost never saw. He was Asian, a massive nerd, and a junior, a year younger than me and Ben. He had the other room in our quad to himself, because, for some reason, the guy who was supposed to be our fourth never showed up for the school year. We didn't tell the housing people. Why would we? Ben and I had been roommates for three years now, and we'd gotten used to each other - in more ways than one - and Henry being added to our group was just the luck of the draw. Neither Ben nor I had any other friends we wanted to room with, so we just took whoever Housing gave us. Nevils, the community we lived in, was much sought after from juniors and seniors who were still stuck living on campus, which Ben and I, as student athletes, were required to be. I don't know why Henry was there, but he was so absent I barely knew the guy.
I sat at the breakfast nook, drinking my coffee, and looking out over the city from across the room. The windows in Mom's suite were open and I could see her and Dad - Sol - talking. I had started thinking of him as Dad, I realized, even though he and Mom hadn't been married yet. It was an interesting feeling, thinking I had a father figure again, after being the father figure in our family for so long. It felt kind of nice, but also a bit sad, as if we were finally closing the book on my real Dad's life for good and moving on.
Claire made herself a cup of coffee, decaf I noticed, and sat down across from me.
"We need to talk about next week," she said.
"What do we need to talk about?" I asked, a bit grumpily. I wasn't looking forward to going back to school, even if Avery was going to be there with me now. "I go back to school, I try to survive another baseball season and another six months of boredom, before I can come back home and start my life. I feel like I've been in this holding pattern, right on the cusp of being an actual adult, for years now," I said. I took a sip of my coffee.
There were times when I felt like I was a 60-year-old trapped in a 21 year old's body, and then there were times were I felt like I was a 10 year old pretending to be an adult. This felt like the latter.
"Jack, you do realize that just because you're back at school, you're still a Vice President of the Sinclair Group, right? Work doesn't stop because you're back at school. Given how many people work remotely these days, you're going to be expected to be around for meetings and things, even if you're on the East Coast. I took the liberty of reviewing your schedule and I reached out to Georgetown to optimize it, so your classes are bunched up on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, with Mondays and Fridays free, both for our usual Monday meetings here at HQ and Fridays in case you want to fly home for the weekend."
I looked at her, stunned. "I didn't know you could do that," I told her, honestly.
"It's amazing what being the assistant of the son of a major Las Vegas resort owner can get you if you ask," she said, smiling, taking a sip of her coffee. "Oh, and Sol is also making a sizeable donation to the University. Georgetown is going to be reopening their dentistry school, and using the money he gave them, they'll be building a new building that he's been given naming rights to," she added. My eyebrows shot up into my head. When the hell did this happen? And why a dentistry school?
"Damn, I wish I'd be there to see the new Solomon Sinclair School of Dentistry open," I laughed. "Would be pretty cool to see his name as I walk around campus every day."
"That's not the name," Claire said. She went into her bedroom, grabbed her laptop off the bed, and brought it to the breakfast nook. She flipped it open, booted it up, and checked her email. She pulled up an email that had some architectural drawings of a modest, ultra-modern, two-story building. Across the top, it read "Jonathan Fisher School of Dentistry at Georgetown University."
I pulled the laptop over to me and took a hard look at the document. My eyes filled with tears. Sol wasn't naming the school after himself. He was naming it after my dad. I was speechless.
"It's his wedding gift to your mother," she said quietly. "This was my main project before you hired me to be your assistant."
I wiped a tear from my eye and slowly closed the lid of the computer. This was a lot to process. If I had any secret reservations about Sol and Mom, they were gone. She was going to lose it when he told her about this. I could see now why he wanted to wait to get married until after I graduated. By that point, construction on the school would likely have begun, and he could show her some physical progress.
"This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen," I told Claire honestly. She smiled at me, and patted my hand. She took another sip of coffee.
"Oh, and there's some other news, too," she told me. I had no idea what could top this news, but I was all ears at this point.
"Did Sol get me a new apartment in the Watergate?" I asked, trying to think of something outlandish.
Claire laughed, "No, but that's not a bad idea," she said. "Maybe we should set Avery up there - that would be appropriate, wouldn't it?"
It was my turn to laugh. "Actually, it would. Make that happen," I said. Claire's notepad appeared out of nowhere and she wrote it down.
"No, my news is a bit less exciting than the last bit. I'm coming with you," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm coming with you. Sol doesn't want you to be by yourself for the next six months, and you're going to need an assistant. I've been taking security training with Gabby, and I was a student athlete back at Cornell - gymnastics," she said, and I could totally see it. "I'll be there to keep an eye on you, as well as coordinate your schedule, make sure you graduate on time, and make sure you're getting your Sinclair Group work done, too."
