The Muse

Part Two

I came back to the Kovar house a week or so later, after a meeting with Frank and a pair of investors, which had gone well. These Frenchmen we were now partnered with in Europe were totally fun and crazy, and joined us back at the house, along with a few others from the office, a couple of guys and a trio of girls. Frank was exuberant and it was infectious.

When I got there, Emma and Josie were in the kitchen having a giggle about something, and when we all burst in, it was a party.

Josie was wearing a tight red dress, with a frilly black hem above the knee, cut across her chest, and off the shoulders. Her hair was up in a loose bun, with a few strands framing her sweet face. Her backside, slim waist and bosom looked dizzyingly enticing in this perfectly fitted item, but she didn't look slutty. She had hoop earrings on, and a necklace. My heart raced at the sight of her, but I intentionally put my attention elsewhere.

The Frenchmen bounded in, gave all the women hugs, kisses and squeezes, and I could tell Josie was a little taken aback. I stood off to the side, observing the merriment. Josie shot me a look, as if to say, 'what the fuck was up with these guys?' but appeared entertained by their goofiness and foreign openness. Music was turned on, and Pierre made no secret out of checking out Josie's exceptional ass.

"How about that little slice of plum cake, eh, Michael?" he whispered in my ear. I didn't respond, but raised my glass. Josie and I made eye contact and she winked knowingly as the strange Frenchman's head was lopsided, admiring the view.

I was soon tiddly with alcohol and good feeling, and whispered back, "Is it taboo in your country to get with a younger woman like that?"

Pierre looked at me and just made a "pfft" sound. "Non, Monsieur. Zeez girls who are very certain with themselves, er, you know, and it is not a, um, scandal in France to get to bed with such a female," he went on in hilariously broken English. He pointed at Josie. "Her for example, one could just fook her brains out, you know, and no one would say much about it," he suggested, unstoppable. I was impressed at his candor, and had to agree to some extent; Josie was no shrinking violet.

"What if she was, say, the daughter of a friend?" I enquired subtly.

"Daughter, sister, grandmother, who cares," he said, and we both laughed loudly. Josie looked over, saw us watching her and raised an eyebrow. I felt slightly better about all my lecherous desire towards this irresistible daughter of the devil, this heartbreaking angel.

"Sex in Europe is not such a big deal as it is in this country, I think," he concluded, and it occurred to me that Josie seemed very European in this regard, or at least had become so around me. I nodded in approval and we clinked glasses again. Jacques appeared to be romancing Mrs. Kovar by dancing too close and this started to resemble a swingers party, with a couple from the office getting acquainted by the rear patio doors.

"Mr. Jones!" Jacques called out to me. "Come and dance, you crazy fool," he blurted out, but the only partners that were seemingly available were Frank and his daughter. Frank put up his arms in defense, and backed off towards one of the girls from the office, seemingly unconcerned that I would then be with his daughter, and that his wife was right next to him as they flirted with other people. Josie beckoned to me with a finger and I was helpless to refuse.

I sidled over, and Josie was beaming, a full three inches taller than normal in her heels. She took my hand and held herself close to me, while my other hand found her waist as we swayed together gently. This was pretty weird, but champagne was flowing, we were all high, and I noticed Emma and Jacques doing a line on the counter. This was a little shocking to me, but Josie seemed unfazed. She pushed her tits against me and I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling, and determined to simply enjoy it, guilt-free.

"I haven't seen your folks party like this since before you were born, love," I said.

Love? Really?

"They're pretty wild," I went on, hoping she hadn't noticed I'd called her that. We both looked over at all the goings on. There was definitely going to be some hooking up, like at the office Christmas party last year when I'd got with one of the girls in the building cafeteria. Janice and Scott from accounts were making out heavily on the back porch, and Josie looked at me and smiled in recognition of this.

"You think they're gonna fuck?" she whispered in my ear at the exact moment my hand had drifted off down the zipper of her dress, close to her ass. Josie put her arm up and played with the hairs on the back of my neck, as I made little circles at the base of her spine. "Well, someone's getting lucky tonight, Michael," she went on, looking up at me. I didn't say anything. What could I say? I did wonder if Frank and Emma were swingers though.

Josie removed her hand and grabbed her vape pen off the counter, took a drag then put it in my mouth. She rubbed her body against mine as we danced and I got a rush of euphoria. Involuntarily, my cock went fully hard.

"Enjoying the dance, sir?" she asked, doing an exotic move before me, then taking her pointy tits and brushing them up against my body, from just below my belt buckle all the way up to my chest. I opened my mouth in amazement. "I can tell you're enjoying yourself," she answered her own question, and she was right, I was.

"You ever do coke?" she asked neutrally, taking my hand again, bringing me near. I supposed she'd seen the others doing it just now.

"No, never. I was always more interested in art, and..." I stopped myself.

"And, what, love?" she obviously hadn't let my 'love' comment pass.

"Other things", I suggested, hoping she'd drop it, but it was now clear what I was talking about.

"Like screwing girls, love?" she said offhandedly, looking at the other revelers. I didn't respond to her, but she persisted. "I'm a virgin, so wouldn't know anything about that, unfortunately," she confided in me.

"Is that really true, Josie?" I couldn't help but enquire.

"Yes, Mike. No boy has laid a hand on me," she said cutely. "Until now, anyway," she said slyly, referencing my hand which had taken its own initiative and landed on her ass as we danced. I blushed and moved it up to her waist. She grinned to herself, keenly aware of her effect on me.

"But you're such a..." I blurted out squeezing her waist, and our fingers intertwined. I was high on her.

"Such a...? Do go on, Uncle Mike," she insisted, cheekily. I was too loose to care.

"Such a pretty girl, you..."

"That's not what you were going to say," she responded. "But thank you." She then whispered in my ear, "A tease? A slut? A tart? What?" and we both laughed.

"All of the above and more, Josephine," I said, and immediately regretted saying that. I looked at her. "No, you're none of those things, I'm sorry. You're just gorgeous and I can't see how any boy could resist you," I went on, wishing that I would just shut my mouth. Josie blushed.

"No boy has resisted me because I haven't let any of them near me," she said, looking in my eyes, squeezing my hand. The 'until now' at the end of the sentence was implied.

"And why is that?" I was curious.

"Because I don't like boys."

"Oh," was all I could think of to say. "Are you gay?" I really couldn't imagine that were true.

"No, silly. I like men. Or a man, anyway," she went on, and it wouldn't have been a huge leap of the imagination to guess who she was talking about. Josie bit her lip. "Do you think a man could resist me?" she went on, pushing it. I held her close to me, lovingly, but I didn't answer. It was highly doubtful.

The party was breaking up. The couple on the back porch were nowhere to be seen, and neither were Frank, Emma, Jacques and at least one of the office girls. Pierre was chatting too close to Kate, our receptionist. A bottle of wine had spilled on the counter. Josie took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom. I was too intoxicated with the booze and the feeling of being with her to stop this, whatever it was and wherever it was leading.

She opened her door. We walked in, and discovered the couple from the back porch, Janice and Scott from accounts, fooling around in her bed. They looked over at us, laughed, then carried on. Josie didn't appear too shocked, but led me back out into the hallway and closed the door again. "OK," she said, and sighed. Fate had once again intervened on my behalf.

"You'll probably want to change your sheets after that, Jo," I joked, and we both laughed. This party definitely got weird and I wondered who Frank was with. My eyes returned to Josie, the prime slice of forbidden fruit, standing there waiting for me to take her, it was now as obvious as the rapidly beating heart in my chest.

"Let's go to your room, Mike," Josie suggested, referring to the spare room next door. My mind raced at the thought of her leading me in there, then laying her down, undressing her and kissing her all over her sweet body. I wanted to make her come, I wanted to fuck her. But I shook my head as if to say no. No, no, no, no.

The girl in Josie's room was getting excited and it was outstanding timing. We both laughed, breaking the tension. I took Josie's arm and guided her into the living room, sat on the couch, and tried to relax. Josie moved closer, held my hand and leaned towards me. I was just about to speak, and explain all the reasons why I could never be with her, but was interrupted when the couple in her room came out, giggling and grinning.

Scott mouthed "sorry" to us as they disappeared into the bathroom. The water for the shower started running, and the awkwardness between Josie and I increased as we were obviously both imagining what they were up to in there.

"This reminds me of the werewolf movie we watched," Josie said, amused and curious, putting her hand on my knee. "Wanna go and hang out in my room, now?" she said with eyes full of wonder, just as her father and the other revelers reappeared from through the front door. Saved again. I quickly removed her hand which had been straying where it ought not go.

Everyone was exhausted. Pierre asked to use the spare room, and staggered back there with one of the office girls in tow. Josie and I looked at each other. Frank and Emma went back to their bedroom. Jacques was nowhere to be seen. The couple from accounts reappeared fully dressed but damp, and exited through the front.

When everyone had gone, Josie looked at me and stood up. "Well, Mr. Jones," She said with a stretch. "It's time for us to go to bed too." She put out her hand for me in expectation. I took it and stood up next to her.

"You go and grab a couple of glasses of wine for us and join me in a few minutes," Josie said and I felt the excitement rise in me. This was it. The moment the devil took me. She walked off, wiggling her ass in a way no scientist could ever truly explain.

I went to the kitchen and splashed water on my face. I gazed at the distorted reflection of myself in the window, through the darkness outside. Who was I and what was I doing? Even if I joined Josie in her room, that wouldn't mean I would sleep with her. It could all be perfectly innocent. How innocent do you think Frank and Emma would think it was if they caught us together in her room? And if I ended up being the strongest man in the world and actually resisted her charms, I would only end up hurting her feelings.

I then halfheartedly made up my mind to leave, but also didn't want to just split without saying goodbye. Josie deserved better, and It had been quite a night, after all. I walked down the hallway and was slightly surprised to find her door nearly completely closed, though a dim light was emanating from inside. I decided it was OK and turned around to leave, half in relief, when a floorboard creaked under my foot. "Mike?" I heard her voice calling me.

Thank you, Fates.

I went in, leaving the door open slightly. Josie was in bed, reading a book by the light of her bedside lamp. Her dress was lying on the floor, and I noted, so were a pair of panties and a bra. She had changed into a nightie with little pink daisies on it, which I quickly realized was almost completely see-through in all the wrong places. The blankets were pulled down to her waist and I could see her belly button and nipples through the mesh, illuminated by the warm light.

I stood there, looking at her and stepped forward. "You forgot the wine," she said. She was right, I had. I shrugged as if to say sorry, but it didn't matter. I wasn't staying long.

"Josie, look. I need to get going," I started, but she interrupted me with a yawn. She smiled and stretched out, pushing out her nearly-bare breasts.

"Come here, Michael, I want to ask you something," she said in a way that made it difficult to refuse and it felt too cruel to leave her. I went over to the bed, sat down and stroked her hair. Josie smiled up at me, sleepily. I looked around the room and noticed the first sketch I'd done of her pinned on the wall next to the one of her dad and a few self-portraits and things. The other one, the supercharged one, was nowhere to be seen. Then my gaze returned to this magical object of rapturous desire. This girl.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"Do you like my nightie?" she asked softly. "The little flowers are sewn on and you can feel them," she whispered. I wasn't going to touch, because it was one step from that to feeling up her tits. And one step from there to fucking her senseless. Was this the question she wanted to ask me?

"I'll take your word for it, babe," I said. Apparently that's what I was calling her now. She sat up a little and pushed her titties together. I looked down, swooning at her sweet flesh, then caught her eye again. She saw me gazing at her partly exposed nipples with longing, and I saw that she saw. She smiled at me cheekily, clearly enjoying tormenting me.

"Go ahead and touch them," Josie whispered gently. My eyes went wide and she giggled.

"What?" I said in shock.

"The flowers, silly boy," she joked and we both laughed.

Helpless to escape her gravitational pull, I put my hand on her waist and felt her quiver a little with electricity. A couple of my fingers found some skin on her hip, where a strip of elastic from her underwear ought to have been, but wasn't. I touched a flower on her nightie with my thumb and my knuckle brushed up against her breast. Her lips parted and she took a deep breath. I was being lured into her sugar snare.

I started wishing that this astonishing beauty was one of the girls at the office, and I would have just slept with her without hesitation. But she wasn't. She was special, and I cared about her. I didn't want to do wrong by her, betray her trust. The fact that she was less than half my age and Frank and Emma's daughter was almost secondary to that as I sat with her. I halted my racing thoughts and took measure of the situation.

"OK, Josie sweetie, good night and sweet dreams," I said, trying to get out of this one way or another without hurting her feelings. I smiled at her lovingly. "It was a great night, and you're a really amazing girl." I brushed my fingers through her hair, sighed and got up.

"Won't you tuck me in and kiss me goodnight, Uncle Mike?" she said, further coaxing me into her web. I let out a sigh.

"Josie, you're a woman now, aren't you?"

"Do you think so?" She pushed her titties together with her arms and giggled. I sighed again and we smiled at each other. "Please, Mike. I won't be able to sleep otherwise."

I sat back down next to her. "You lay down now, sweetheart," I asked her, and she moved down the bed and put her head on the pillow. I brought the blanket up around her.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead, then her cheek. My face was inches from hers, and I said "good night, now, sweet baby." She brought her head up and kissed me gently on the mouth, softly and lovingly. The kiss lingered. I brushed my fingers through her hair again and I could feel her body arching under me. I put my hand under her back as our tiny kiss continued. She let out a tiny moan and I felt her tongue on my lip.

I pulled away slightly and I could feel her breath on me. "I should go, Josie," I said quietly, trying to be a strong and responsible adult, but half on fire with lust.

She looked at me, her eyes ablaze. "You don't have to go," she whispered. Then softly said, "You can have me," after a brief pause. No matter what happened, I would remember this for the rest of my life. The moment a sweet beauty asked me to stay with her, and take her, then I remembered she'd said she was a virgin, and I sobered up an inch.

I sat up and looked at this petite sweetheart, admiring her indescribable youthful charms. Her blankets had fallen down again and my hand was on her midriff, my thumb circling and playing with her belly button. She let out a little sweet groan as if I was tickling her clitoris, and her body writhed, her arms now above her head.

I came straight to the point. "You really want me to stay with you, Josephine?" She didn't answer, but made a loving face, followed by a little nod. I took a deep breath and took my hand away. "I can't stay here with you, Josie. I don't want to hurt you."

"You can be gentle with me, Mr. Jones," she purred. Jesus. And there was me thinking I had made my position clear.

"That's not what I meant, sweetie."

"I know," she went on. "Just... stay."

"And do what?" I asked her in all seriousness. Did she really think I was going to make love to her tonight? Maybe that wasn't such a crazy idea, given the nature of the evening. Her hand moved to my leg, near my vitals.

"We can cuddle. You can..." she stopped herself.

"How do you think your parents would feel if they found us together?" I said, partly trying to convince myself.

"They'll never know, Mike. I won't tell them and neither will you. Don't you want me?"

"Josie, please, come on. They're just down the hall," I reasoned, but, yes, oh, yes, I wanted her. More than anything in this damned world I wanted her.

"So, if they weren't here, you'd take me?" She asked, and I raised my eyebrows.

"No, Josie," I tried to sound serious. There was a pause as I thought about leaving, but for whatever reason, my legs refused to cooperate.

"I want you to pop my cherry, Michael," she said at last, with adorable shyness. I didn't respond, just looked at her, imagining it. Weighing all the countless pros and cons in my mind. I wanted to, more than life itself, but, I told myself, I wasn't a caveman, my mind could overrule these basest physical impulses.

"Oh, Josie, no, it's not right, I... " I said, but with love in my voice.

She stretched herself out and shifted down the bed a little. Her breasts wobbled like Jello. I exhaled and backed off. Josie smiled and just said, "OK, Mister. I'll let you go for now. Let's say goodnight. Just... just kiss me once more before I go to sleep."

if I kissed her again, I might not ever leave, but I did, because I was weak for her. I leaned in and gently kissed her on the cheek. I remained there, knowing where it would lead. We moved our faces and our lips connected, just brushing. Our hot breath mixed. She put her hand closer to my cock and I could tell that under the covers her legs were spread. She let out another moan. I could have taken her there and then.

I sat back up.

"Do you really want to resist me, Michael?" she said breathlessly.

"Not at all, no," I answered honestly, but knew it was the wrong thing to say.

"Then don't," she answered, then made a move to pull her nightie over her head, but I stopped her.

"I have to, I'm sorry." I replied and moved her hand, which had strayed perilously close to my hard cock.