Life Outside the Elysium

This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here - https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light 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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I slept like shit.

Imagine, if you will, living outside, sleeping on the ground, with a rock for a pillow and the hard earth for your bed. Then, imagine, someone finds you, takes you in, and you sleep for the first time on a mattress in a house with a roof and a fire. You do that for a month. Then, just as suddenly, your benefactor kicks your ass back out into the cold, and you're sleeping on the ground with your rock pillow again.

That would suck, wouldn't it?

That's what it's like living in a dorm with a twin sized bed, after you've been living in a five-star casino hotel with a custom-built bed the size of Rhode Island. I had gotten used to sleeping in my apartments in the Elysium, and I had definitely gotten used to sleeping next to Avery.

After last night's play, Ben and I had stumbled back to Nevils Hall -- it was only a fifteen-minute walk from the Four Seasons -- and fell into our beds. We were both exhausted, Ben was tipsy from the whiskey he wasn't used to, and we both were sexually satisfied. Claire decided to stay with Avery as they were going apartment hunting in the morning. That had given me a few erotic dreams when I actually managed to fall asleep.

The alarm woke me up bright and early at five. It was still dark, but today was the first day of classes, and we were back to our normal routines. My first class was at nine, Digital Marketing, and then I was free until one, when I had Entrepreneurship and Venture Capital, with Global Political Economy at three. From five to seven at night I had baseball practice, and I had workout and gym time from six in the morning until eight, which gave me about half an hour to grab something to eat and then get to class.

I didn't know Ben's schedule yet, but he usually got up at half past five, and we'd go over to the gym together for our workout. Me getting up a half hour earlier let me get in the shower first and get ready, so we'd have time to walk the ten minutes to the John Thompson Athletic Center, where the gym facilities for student athletes were found. There were also gym facilities for regular students at the Yates Field House, but we preferred to be with the other athletes.

I grabbed a quick shower and put on a pot of coffee. Ben and I were both coffeeholics and I needed at least one cup before we hit the gym to be able to function. Even the water pressure in the dorm sucked after the Elysium. I had been up maybe fifteen minutes and so far, everything seemed shittier than I was used to. I guess it's easier to be poor when you've never known how good the rich have it.

The smell of coffee pulled Ben out of bed, and I got a nice look at his naked ass as he crossed our bedroom and wandered into the bathroom. Ben never wore clothes in bed. I had always worn underwear and a t-shirt, but after living in the Elysium where underwear was apparently a forbidden item, I'd been sleeping nude as well. That was fine there, but the sheets I had here were a little scratchy. I'd probably need to get some upgrades. Maybe I could have Claire find me some. I made a mental note to ask her about them when I saw her today.

I checked my email on my tablet, read the news briefly and then Ben joined me for a cup of joe. We drank in silence for a bit, and as the clock ticked towards six, we both got up, grabbed our backpacks and left the dorm. We walked across campus and got to the Thompson Center right at six.

The place was already pretty full, with our teammates and the other athletes from other teams all getting their morning workouts in. I started my usual weight routine. Ben wandered off to do his cardio.

I was wrapping up my routine when I noticed a couple of the other baseball players were looking at me funny. I waved at them, and they just kept staring. Eventually, one of them, one of the pitchers, came over to talk.

"Uh, Jack?" He said to me, as I was putting the last weight I had been using back on the rack. "Have you talked to Coach Davenport yet?"

I looked at him funny. "Of course not," I said. "We just got back last night. I'll see him at practice this evening," I added. "Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Just thought you might want to stop by and talk to him," the pitcher told me. "You know, you had a pretty eventful Christmas break," he said, with a bit of a grin on his face.

"That's the understatement of the year, Todd," I laughed. "I'm just glad to be back here in one piece."

Todd looked at me oddly again, and then a light went off. "Oh, right! That thing with the Governor. You were there weren't you?"

It was my turn to look at him funny. "Uh, yeah. I almost got killed," I said. "What were you talking about?"

Todd laughed at me, and said "The porno, duh. Everybody's seen it. I can't believe I know a genuine porn star, dude. And those chicks were smoking!"

I grimaced. No matter what I did, the only thing people seemed to care about was that porno. I had shot a man, got a job, got a girlfriend, saved countless lives but the only thing Todd and the rest of the Hoyas even realized had happened was the porno. I started to curse Biggs under my breath for leaking it, but then I remembered what he'd done for Sol, and I held my mental tongue. There were worse things than being known for being a porn star, I rationalized.

"You should see them in person," I said, grinning at him, doing my best to put a good face forward. I knew that if I didn't, they'd mock me endlessly for it.

I continued working out for another hour or so, until close to eight, when I hopped in the showers. I had always loved communal showers. I guess they reminded me of the good old days back at Winthrop Academy, when we all showered together, playing grab ass with each other, and eventually, it was in one of these showers where I lost my oral virginity. They were fond memories, and I had to be careful while I was in there, lest a stray bit of nostalgia set my cock to stiffening. While I'm sure there were plenty of my fellow athletes who would be happy to help with that problem, my being openly bisexual had been a bit of a friction point with some of my teammates over the years, and I didn't need the hassle.

Today there were just a few other men in the showers, and not a single one was Black, my type. Oh well. I did notice that almost all of the men in the shower had peeked or stared openly at me while I showered. This was new. While we were never really shy about being in the showers together -- you learn pretty early on as an athlete that the human form is more than just a sexual object -- it was rare to see folks either go out of their way to pretend they weren't looking at you, or openly stare at you while you were bathing.

As an exhibitionist, I have to say I enjoyed the eyes on me, and I could only assume that this was another example of what Todd had said -- I guess everybody had seen the porno. And while I had only gone by the name "Jack" in the film, it wasn't exactly hard to figure out who I was, especially after all the news coverage of the Shootout. I guess I was just going to have to get used to my new role as a minor celebrity.

I got dressed, grabbed a quick breakfast sandwich at Leo's, the dining hall, and headed to my first class.

* * *

Across Georgetown, Avery and Claire were just waking up. Last night had been a blast, for both of them. Claire was ecstatic after the boys left, bouncing up and down and acting giddy as a schoolgirl.

Avery couldn't stop smiling as Claire had flounced around the hotel room, talking about how awesome it was with Jack and Ben, how hot the two guys had looked stroking each other's cocks, how her kisses with him had been so good and how much she loved Ben's big black cock. Avery, for her part, was equally obsessed with the idea of watching Jack with other men. This was the first time she'd seen anything like that -- she'd never really watched bisexual porn -- and she knew it would not be the last.

Avery was in the middle of a significant sexual journey, and she knew it. After more than a decade without any sexual activity of any kind short of watching porn, she had suddenly awakened to an entirely new side of herself, one that she had been repressing for years. Jack had brought out all kinds of new feelings in her, feelings that she had thought were gone forever, feelings that had laid dormant since her twin brother died when they were seventeen.

All the porn watching she had done had given her an almost masculine visual appreciation for sex. The old tropes said men were stimulated visually and women physically through touch, and while she definitely liked being touched and touching, she was even more turned on by watching and seeing. Watching Jack and Ben kiss last night had been a thrill, and so had watching Ben and Claire fuck.

As she laid in bed, next to Claire, who had passed out from excitement and the booze an hour after the men had left, she felt herself starting to get turned on thinking about last night.

Avery was beginning to find her place along the sexual spectrum. She'd always thought of people as being "straight" or "gay" or "bi," but she had begun to realize, especially after all the time she'd spent with the Sinclairs and at the Elysium over the last two weeks, that this was an oversimplification. People were far more dynamic than a label. When she had to label herself in the past, she'd always labeled herself as "straight," but the more time she spent at the Elysium, the more she felt she had drifted towards being bisexual. She had very strong feelings for Jack -- she knew she was falling for him, but they hadn't gotten to that stage in their relationship yet, only a few weeks in -- and he was really the only man she was truly sexually attracted to. Despite having seen a lot of sex, including Emily Fisher's gangbang, the porn auditions in the Elysium, and last night's escapades with Jack's roommate, she didn't think she wanted any man other than Jack. He was perfect -- tall, hot, muscled and fit, with a cock that might be just a tad smaller than 'huge' -- and she didn't think she'd ever find a better fit for her body. Women, on the other hand...

Avery thought back over the sex she'd had over the last two weeks and realized that almost her entire body count was women. Emily, Nyla, Claire, Misaki -- all women. She loved playing with other women. It wasn't the same as playing with Jack. He made her feel safe and loved and warm and fuzzy. With women, she felt naughty, excited by how dirty and taboo it felt to her, and she knew that seeing two hot women together would drive men wild, even if they couldn't take part. She loved big breasts, small breasts, long hair and short hair, big butts and small butts. She loved the feeling of her mouth on a clit, her tongue in another woman's mouth, how soft and pliable their bodies were. And, the best part, was she had no weird mental block on sex with women. In fact, she had zero qualms about sleeping with another woman. At the same time, she couldn't conceive of fucking a man that wasn't Jack. In her head, when she saw Emily Fisher and her black harem of studs ready to fill all her holes with their big black cocks, she could never picture herself there. But she could picture herself in the middle of a similar scrum, but instead of men, she was surrounded by beautiful women wearing big black strap on dildos, instead. The thought made her pussy tingle.

And that's probably why, this morning, after last night's revelries and the thoughts going through her head, reminding her of the fun she'd had, she felt her pussy start to get slick, and she rolled over and began to kiss the side of Claire's neck, wrapping a leg around Claire's legs and squeezing Claire's tits with her hands.

Claire, for her part, reached her arms up over her head and stretched, making a pleasurable groaning sound, spreading her legs a bit to let Avery's longer legs wrap around her left leg and opening her eyes and turning to face her bed partner.

Avery leaned in for a kiss, and Claire opened her mouth, their tongues meeting. It was electric, and she could feel her pussy start to cream.

Avery wrapped her arms around Claire's neck and pulled her in closer, prolonging the kiss. Claire, for her part, grabbed hold of as much of Avery's big tits as she could get her hands on and started to pinch her nipples. This made Avery coo into Claire's mouth.

After a few minutes of making out, Claire threw the sheets off of them and broke their kiss. Avery lay back flat on the bed, a pillow under her head, and Claire began to kiss her way down Avery's body. She paused at the two round globes of tit flesh that rested on Avery's chest and sucked both her nipples, hard as pencil erasers and just slightly darker than her tanned skin. She kissed down to Avery's tight stomach and cute belly button, and then kissed across her pubic mound, completely free of hair, until she got to Avery's vulva. Avery spread her legs and Claire dived in, licking and sucking on Avery's clit, which was prominently sticking up atop her beautiful opening.

Claire worked a few fingers into Avery's snatch, keeping her lip locked on Avery's clit, and Avery began to wiggle and moan. Claire's expert lips were working Avery closer and closer to a nice morning orgasm. After a solid five or six minutes of this attention, she could feel Avery's vaginal muscles start twitching, and Avery pushed Claire's head off her clit, the stimulation being too much as a blissful orgasm wracked her body.

Claire wiped Avery's pussy juice from her mouth, and climbed up, staying between Avery's legs and gave her a long kiss. Avery returned it, whispering, "It's your turn," to Claire. Avery grabbed Claire's pillow and put it behind her, so that she was now sitting up. She directed Claire to sit down between her legs, which were spread, with Claire's back to her. Claire could feel the wetness of Avery's pussy on her back. Avery spread Claire's legs, and they were essentially spooning now, sitting up. Avery had her left arm wrapped around Claire's body, grabbing her right tit and tweaking the nipple. Avery's right arm was wrapped around Claire's middle, and she soon reached down and began to rub Claire's clit, making circular motions.

While she was rubbing Claire and playing with her nipples, she began to kiss and lick and gently bite Claire's neck and ears. The combined effect drove Claire wild, and she ground her back into Avery, which sent little spikes of pleasure through Avery's already overstimulated body. Claire could feel Avery's large breasts on her back, so much skin touching skin, and between that, the feeling in her nipples, the tongue and teeth on her earlobes, and the fingers dancing on her clit, she soon erupted in a large orgasm that left a small wet spot on the sheets of the bed. Her chest heaving, her breath coming out in ragged gasps, she leaned her head back and found Avery's lips with her mouth, and she gave Avery one last kiss as the warm afterglow of her morning cum settled over her entire body.

"What brought that on?" Claire asked her, a giggle in her voice. "Whatever it was, I hope you always wake me up like that!"

"I was just thinking about how much fun we had with the boys last night," Avery said, also giggling. "Jack and Ben kissing, them rubbing each other's cocks -- I could watch that all day," she added.

Claire got up off the bed and picked the covers up, which she'd unceremoniously kicked off when she came. "Oh man, me too. I could watch Ben's cock all day long," she said, wistfully.

"What do we have today?" Avery asked, getting out of bed and throwing on a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants from her open suitcase. She was going to need to get some new clothes at some point, especially some work clothes, before her new job started on the twelfth.

"We are meeting the realtor at the Watergate at noon. They've got three different condos to show us, at various price points. Once we decide on the one that's best for us, I'll get the details worked out with Emily at headquarters and you'll have a place to live. My goal is for us to get this all wrapped up and you moved in by the weekend, end of next week at the latest," she said. She threw on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt as well.

"Can we really move that quickly? Doesn't real estate take a long time?" Avery asked. She had almost no experience in this area, having rented her entire life.

"It only takes a while when you're dealing with people who are living in the property, or where you've got a mortgage and you're trying to sell your place at the same time as buying another one. We aren't selling anything, just buying. Most of these condos have been on the market for a while -- while the Watergate is an historic property, it's a bit dated and although your office is a little far from there, most people who plan on paying the kind of money we're going to pay for a place there are more likely to want to go down by the Anacostia by Nats Park, or over by Capitol Hill or Penn Quarter," Claire said, pulling on her socks and tying the laces on her shoes. "I'm guessing the places we are going to look at today will all have been on the market for a while," she added.

Avery was pulling on her own socks and pulling her very long black hair back up into a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. "What about the mortgage? Don't I have to fill out a bunch of paperwork and wait a month before the bank tells me I don't qualify because my job pays shit?"

Claire just laughed. "Avery, you're with us now. The Sinclairs pay cash," she added, a smile on her face.

* * *

It was Diego's last day at the Sinclair Group. They were upstairs in the small conference room on the thirteenth floor. He sat at the table with Chris Stoneman, Lionel Jefferson and Gabby Hart. Sol Sinclair was standing by the door, and Emily Fisher was on the other side of the room, pacing.

"I'm sorry we have to do it this way, Diego," Stoneman said to him. She was a middle-aged woman, with short gray hair, her speaking patterns the staccato bark of a Marine, the deep gravel voice of a lifelong smoker. She'd been Chief of Security at Sinclair for more than seven years now, the anniversary of the company having just passed on January 3rd. "We have to make this look good, in case we have any more spies within the organization. The only people who know the full story of what's happening here are in this room, and Nyla Sinclair," she said.

Diego nodded. He understood, even if he didn't like it. The Sinclairs had been wonderful to him, pulling him in off the street, giving a young gangster like him a chance at a new life. He was fond of all of them, and especially their newest member, Jack Fisher. Diego was gay, and he had to admit he had a crush on Jack, ever since Jack had essentially made Diego his bitch a few weeks ago. It was one of the hottest things he'd done in a long time, and he would do anything for that guy.

Anything apparently now included being sent back to his old stamping ground in Naked City in disgrace, having been 'fired' for stealing from the Sinclairs after being promoted to their personal protective detail. It was all a cover, of course, part of the Sinclairs' continuing investigation into who was behind the ADL, who had been behind the Chet Biggs betrayal and blackmail scheme, who had attacked the family at the Empire Luxe and ultimately who was targeting the company.