The Spirit is Willing

Julie was pulling at Eric's shirt, freeing it from his pants. Her hands quickly made their way beneath his shirt to caress the skin of his chest. Eric did the same with her blouse, pulling it out of her jeans and running his hands along her bare skin inside the open blouse. She moaned in his mouth, and pushed herself more tightly against him.

When Julie let go of Eric and held her arms out slightly, he knew what she wanted. He quickly removed her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. As soon as it was off, she broke their kiss. Her hands deftly pulled his shirt up over his head. As soon as it was gone, she came to him again, and their kissing resumed. As inexperienced as Eric was, he still wasn't sure exactly how to progress. He fondled her back, moving his hands back and forth until they reached her bra. As he reached for the clasp, Julie pushed herself more tightly against him. He took that as a positive response.

Apparently, Eric's fingers missed rehearsal, because they took forever to get their part in this little play correct. Eventually, however, the hooks came open, and the straps slid apart. He lifted his hands to her shoulders, pulling the straps off and letting them slide down her arms. She stepped just far enough back to let the bra fall off and to the floor, and then she was immediately pressed against him again, her tits mashed against his chest, her nipples burrowing deeply into his chest. He moaned at the feel of her body against him.

After long minutes of kissing, Julie finally pulled away from Eric. She looked deep into his eyes and smiled warmly. She reached for his hand, and pulled him deeper into the apartment, heading across the living room toward what he hoped was the bedroom door.

Sure enough, he could look past her to see the bed. He was somewhat surprised when she turned the light on, albeit dimly, upon entering the room. He could now see her more clearly, and he took a moment to admire her wonderful body, the swell of her ample breasts, and the flatness of her abdomen. His brain ordered his mouth not to drool, though neither he nor his mind were sure how well his mouth would listen. She smiled at him again, and flopped unceremoniously down onto the bed.

"Help me get these jeans off, would ya?" she asked.

Eric was quick to move to her, and he took hold of one of her feet, removing her shoe and sock. He did the same with the other foot, by which time Julie had already unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She was ready to push them off her hips. He took hold and pulled as she pushed. He was startled to realize that her panties were coming off with her jeans. She didn't seem to object, and he kept pulling. He got her jeans off and dumped them on the floor. She looked pointedly at his pants as she freed her legs from her panties.

Eric got the hint, and his own shoes were soon off, and his pants unfastened. He pushed them quickly off, taking his socks with them. He hesitated a moment before pushing down his briefs, as Julie had sat up and was looking very intently at him. He took a deep breath and removed them, freeing his already-stiff member from its confines. As he stood back up, Julie reached forward to take hold of his hips, pulling him to her.

As soon as he was close enough, Julie released his hips, and her hand encircled his shaft. Her other hand began to fondle his balls. Eric groaned out loud as her fingers moved across his groin, arousing him immensely. It was only a few seconds before she kissed the head of his dick, tasting the precum that had oozed from him. Her tongue snuck out, sliding all the way around the head of his cock before slipping back between her lips. At that point, her mouth moved forward, taking him inside.

Eric groaned loudly as he felt Julie's lips encase his dick. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to control himself as her mouth slid further along his prick. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, sending shivers throughout his body. He knew he would not be able to last very long with her wonderful mouth trying to vacuum out his cum.

Julie began to bob her head on his dick while her hand fondled his balls. Eric was fighting a very pleasant, but losing, battle. It wasn't long before he lost that battle, and let out a loud grunt as his cock erupted, spewing his seed deep into Julie's mouth. She continued to suck him, swallowing heartily every drop of his spunk. Her hand continued to dance on his nuts, as if to draw more from him.

Eric was spent for the moment, and he let out a long, loud sigh. Julie didn't let up, however. She continued to suck his cock, cleaning him off. Her real motive, however, was revealed, and rewarded, as Eric's dick started to perk back up, becoming stiff again as her talented mouth worked him over.

Once Julie had Eric's shaft back to hardness, she allowed it to slip from between her lips. She put her arms around his waist, her hands planted firmly on his ass. She pulled him forward, onto the bed. He went willingly, making sure he didn't fall on top of her. As he came down above her, she spread her legs wide, and reached for his cock. Her deft hand found his prick, and ushered it to her cunt.

"C'mon, I need it," she said, an almost-whimper in her voice.

Eric had no intention of denying her. He pushed his cock forward, and it sunk easily into her moist depths. Julie's back arched , pushing her head deep into the bed as she felt his dick penetrate her. She let out a long, low growl of ecstasy as she felt him reach bottom. Once he was fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, making sure that he couldn't escape.

Escape was the last thing on Eric's mind. He began to move inside of her, fast and furious. The two were soon bucking together on the bed, all thought of tenderness or cuddling gone. This was pure, animal sex, and they both wanted it. Julie screamed out, thrusting her hips up at him as Eric grunted, ramming his prick into her as hard as he could.

Julie suddenly reached up, wrapping her arms tightly around Eric's neck. She picked herself up, letting Eric support her entire weight. She pushed and pulled, allowing her to move even faster against him. Eric groaned at the pleasure she was giving him. The two were racing toward the finish line of this event, and both of them were more than ready to get there.

Eric, lost in the sensations, leaned over and nipped at Julie's neck. Julie screamed out in pleasure-pain, her body jolted by the feelings he was giving her. Eric was surprised to find that she could move even faster than she had been. Her body was thrashing itself on him, her hair bouncing all over the place. All he could see before him was a fiery red blur. As his body came closer to orgasm, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pleaded with his body to hold off. He didn't want this to end yet.

Julie, however, made that inevitable. At that moment, her pussy began to squeeze his cock, rippling along its entire length. It was as if she were milking him, and that was precisely the effect it had.

With a loud scream of bliss, Eric blasted his load deep into Julie's cunt. Julie, more than ready for release, allowed herself to come, and she arched her back, thrusting herself hard against Eric, and her pussy clamped down on his dick. For long moments, the couple writhed together, lost in the pleasure of their bodies. After the spasms were over, the two collapsed together on the bed, and were soon unconscious.

"Do you have to go?" she asked, pouting cutely. "I'm sure we could find... something... to do..."

Eric kissed her, but made sure to keep it toned down, or she would have him going again. "If I don't go home now, I'm sure to be late for work in the morning."

Julie wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes. "You could call in sick..."

"Mm," he said, his resolve fading. Still, he knew he had to resist. "I can't. I'm already behind on a project." Which was true, though the project had nothing to do with work.

"Call me?" she asked.

"I don't have your number," he said with a smile.

At that moment, she slipped a card into his back pocket. "Sure you do."

He kissed her again, and it was very hard to break away from her. "I've got to go. I promise, I'll call you tomorrow."

"I'll be here, waiting..." she said, a huskiness to her voice that left no doubt as to what she wanted. He kissed her again, and then extricated himself from her grasp. He quickly made his way down to his car, and drove himself home.

"So... that's it, right?" Eric asked.

"No. You need to make sure to keep your promise. You need to call her tomorrow. Invite her over here. After tomorrow, if she still wants to see you again, I think we will be able to say that you have succeeded."

"Great. Only..."

"Only what?"

"Well, you know, I spent over an hour talking to Julie tonight, and some time back at her place we chatted. She seems like such a nice person, it seems a shame to have to... do whatever it is you have to do to exist inside her."

Bridget shrugged. "These things are complicated. They always are."

"Hmph. Well, I'm going to get some sleep."

"Good night, loverboy," Bridget said, and kissed him. Then she vanished.

As soon as Eric got home the next day, he was on the phone.

"Hello?" the voice at the other end said. It almost sounded as if she was worried.

"Julie? It's Eric." The sigh he heard was very revealing.

"I've been waiting for you."

"Why don't you come on over? We can spend the evening in."

"I like the sound of that."

After telling her where he lived, they hung up. Eric went to remove his suit, and replaced it with more comfortable clothing. It was better than he would have worn had he been spending the night alone, but still casual. It was a surprisingly short wait before he heard a knock at the door.

"C'mon in," he said, ushering the beautiful redhead into his apartment. He closed and locked the door, and was about to say something as he turned around, but his mouth decided that whatever it was didn't override its need to hang open dumbly.

Julie was now standing before him nude, her dress at her feet. "If we're going to be here alone all evening, I can't be wearing that," she said, and slithered up against him. "Now, what will we do to occupy our time?"

They found something.

"So, what do you do?" she asked. She'd already revealed much of her own history.

"I'm an entry-level exec at Dalton, Inc."

"Sounds interesting."

"Not really, but it's a decent job... and I should be getting a promotion soon. My performance reviews have all been positive, and it's about that time."

"Mmm," she said, cuddling against him. She wasn't wearing anything at the moment, nor was he. She ran her hand across his chest. "So, what do you do in your spare time, besides bedding lonely women?"

He let out a bark of laughter at that. "You're the only woman I've spent real time 'bedding'. Normally, I would have spent the night writing."

"You're an author?"

"Yeah."

"What do you write? Fiction?"

"Yeah."

"What kind?"

"Um..."

"C'mon, you can tell me..."

"I write erotic fiction." He blushed instinctively, expecting a bad response.

"Oooh. That explains a few things."

"Such as?"

"Such as why you didn't freak when I came on so strong last night. My sex drive is... well, I guess it's a bit strong, compared to other women."

"I like it..." he said with a more-than-supportive grin.

She wrapped her arms around him. "I know. I was surprised you did. I'm glad you talked to me."

"Me, too." And it only took four tries! He leaned down and kissed her. He wouldn't make it into work the next day.

Julie was taking a shower when Bridget made her appearance.

"Good morning, loverboy," she said sweetly.

"Hey, Bridget," he said, his voice and expression indicating he wasn't entirely happy to see her.

"Well, that's the gloomiest greeting I've ever gotten out of you. What's the matter?"

"You're here to take over Julie, aren't you?"

"Hmmm. Would that be a problem?"

"I'm not sure I want to do that to her. The more I get to know her, the more I like her. I mean, you're wonderful and all, don't get me wrong... I just wish I didn't have to choose between the two of you." Eric didn't understand the smile that spread across Bridget's face. "What?"

"I just came to say good-bye, actually."

"Huh? I don't understand."

"Well, no, I guess you wouldn't. You see, there really isn't any way that I can stay outside of your mind for more than a moon-cycle. It's just not possible."

"Then, why..."

"I came to answer your question. Why you couldn't find the right woman. You did, now, so you can stop bitching to me about it." She smiled at him sweetly. "You see, I'll still be your muse, now and forever. I'm your internal muse. Julie, you might have noticed, is your perfect match. She's your external muse. So long as you treat her as well as you've treated me, she'll be with you forever, too. So, in a way, your muse has become real."

"You tricked me."

"Ummm.... Yup." She laughed at him.

"Why not just tell me the truth?"

"Because you'd have been far more nervous about it if I had. This way, you thought you only had to do a certain, limited activity. Had I told you that we were looking for your soul mate, you'd have frozen up completely. Right?"

"Ummm..."

"Right?"

"Well...."

"Yeah, you bet your ass, you would have. My job was to come and help you find your muse. Or, should I say, your other muse. I could probably get a promotion out of this... but I like being your muse."

"Thanks." Eric reached out for her, and she came willingly. He kissed her deeply, for he knew it would be the last time. After a long minute, they separated.

"You're a wonderful guy, and she knows that. The fact that I'm gone changes nothing. Just be yourself with her, and you'll be happier than you can imagine. Don't screw this up, I don't like the real world. It's cold out here." She giggled at him. He laughed, but sobered as he saw her begin to fade.

"Good-bye, Bridget," he said.

"Love you!" she called out just as she vanished.

"Who were you talking to?" Julie asked. He jumped as he turned to see her wrapped in a towel, her hair wet. She was, at this moment, the sexiest person he had ever seen, live or Memorex. He walked over and took her into his arms.

"Just talking to my muse," he said honestly.

"Should I be jealous?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

Eric thought about that for a second before he shook his head. "No point in it. She might help me with the words, but you're my inspiration."