The Muse

Part Three

"Yo, Mikey," Frank said, stepping into my office. "I'm gonna be gone for a bit coming up," he informed me, tapping on my desk.

"OK..." I responded. "What's up?"

"Emma has organized this giant college tour around the northeast for Jo, and well, I got roped into it," he went on. "Sorry for the short notice, cockmunch," he yawned and wandered off, scratching himself. He really was the most hilariously charming chap.

This was interesting. So, that little tigress was off to college, although it wouldn't be till next year, I supposed. I had mixed feelings about this news, but I was a big boy, I could handle it. I felt a little pang of... something. Concern, jealousy, sadness? I couldn't tell. I'd had some intense and wonderful physical and sexual encounters with his daughter, but it felt like more than just a little bit of meaningless fun. I sighed.

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It had been a long two weeks since I'd exchanged oral favors with Josie, and as she'd never given me her phone number, there hadn't been any contact. I had been over at their house a few times but Josie hadn't been there. She'd been at work or out with friends, and even though I'd stayed for a dinner or two, I kept missing her. I did speculate that perhaps that was by her design.

I thought about visiting her at her job, but didn't want to hassle her, so shrugged it all off as the whims of a teenager and went about my day to day life as before.

I was invited over for dinner a third time since I'd last seen her and was surprised to see Frank's neighbor John and another guy I didn't know, much younger, over as well. But there was Josie too, sitting at the table, talking to her mom. She looked at me, sat up a little straighter and smiled, a small sweet smile.

"Mike, you know Johnny boy," Frank said, and gestured for me to sit down. There was one place left at the table, and I took it. It was at the end, opposite Frank. Josie was sitting next to him, opposite her mother, and Johnny and this other dude were next to them opposite each other, then me. Josie shot me a quick look, then moved her eyes to her left, towards this guy I didn't know.

"This is my cousin, Adam, in from Boston," John said, and we shook hands. He was probably in his mid-twenties and really good looking, muscular, clean cut, square jawed, blonde and thoroughly nauseating as far as I was concerned. I had a certain rugged, scruffy appeal, intelligence, a decent build, and I was nearly an artist, but I wasn't competition for his asshole.

Conversation revolved around Adam, then Josie going off to college, with Frank energetic as usual, and everyone was lively. Except me. I sat off at the edge and observed. I wasn't having a good time, as this was simply two people too many for my kind of intimate gathering. Josie brightened up when talking about going to school.

"It's going to be a new chapter for me," she said. "I might go out of state, but I'll still be around a lot," she said, glanced at me, then turned to her parents, who appeared to be in need of some comfort. Adam made some lame smarmy joke and there was scattered laughter.

This sucked. Adam was pissing me off, and I saw he'd put his hand on Josie's knee at one point. I wondered if he'd beaten me to the prize, and I felt sick at the thought. He was giving her advice on colleges up where he was from, and offered to help show her around. Emma seemed especially thrilled at this prospect.

Josie was nodding at him. She shot a look over at me again, but Adam soon took her attention away with his good looks and apparent charm. He put his arm around the back of her chair and I wanted to stab him in the fucking face with a fork.

Emma got up and started clearing away, and Frank joined her. Josie stood up as well, gave me one last tiny smile, and the three of them went off to the kitchen. I sat there, feeling like at least a fifth wheel.

"Shit dude!" Adam said to his cousin John, sitting opposite him, his manner changed significantly. "Did you see that ass?" He whispered across the table. "She is so fucking hot," he went on and John laughed, with an unpleasantly sleaziness. They ignored me.

"Oh, yeah, that little bitch is ready to go," John said without a trace of humanity. "You gonna spread her wide open when she comes up?" This phrase made me feel ill.

"Well, yeah, obviously, but I'm not gonna wait that long, dude," Adam said confidently, and the two of them went on and on about all the ways he was going to fuck her, delighting in their own revolting machismo. "That pussy is mine tonight," he concluded with vile self-assurance, unaware that I had, indeed, eaten that pussy once upon a time.

Screw this. I stood up. "Fellas, it's been real," I said, and walked to the kitchen. Josie had her face in the fridge, searching for something. I couldn't help myself and looked at her with sad, pathetic longing. Yes, she truly was magnificent and I was an old fool. I decided I'd slip out and go home.

I went over to Emma and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for dinner," I said and quietly made for the front door.

I went outside and lit a cigarette. Well, she'd had her fun with me and moved on to someone hotter. I exhaled and felt like crud. Oh well, I knew this would happen. I just didn't think it would happen so quickly. I stood on the path and took in the night sky, feeling like the stars were my only friend.

I heard voices inside.

"Where's Uncle Mike?" I heard Josie say. I could tell she was in the front part of the house near the TV.

"Oh, I think he left, dear," I heard Emma's reply.

"What?" Josie said sharply, and I could hear surprise in her voice. I felt bad now.

Then I heard Adam speaking, inviting her to sit down next to him on the couch. I didn't hear her reply, just imagined her sitting there, cuddling up with his beefy arm around her. Enough was enough, I thought. I dropped the cigarette, got in my car and left.

I felt shitty, but mostly angry with myself for allowing myself to feel shitty. Josie would be off on her college tour soon and I wondered if I'd even be a part of her life after that. What I needed was a girlfriend my age. Or at least close to it. I got home, put on Townes Van Zandt, grabbed a beer and sat there feeling sorry for myself. I didn't even jerk off.

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The next day I was at the office, and I kept the door closed because I felt and looked like trash. Sometime in the late morning, there was a knock on the door and I snapped, "what," a bit too rudely. The door very slowly and meekly opened, and Josie's face popped round.

"Can I come in, Michael?" she said, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"Of course, please," I said, standing up. She came in, closed the door and stood with her back to it and looked at me. She had on big sunglasses, but took them off and slipped them into her purse.

She was wearing a yellow summer dress. It was tightly fitted with elastic around her waist, but flowed out from her hips. The top was loose and her cleavage was partly exposed, looking like sweet plums from the garden of Eden. Her hair was done up in a sort of princess fairytale fashion and she had bright red lipstick on. She was the finest lady I'd ever seen and my heart skipped a beat.

"What. The. Fuck. Dude?" she said, walking towards me. I sat down. What? I shrugged at her but didn't say anything. "Why'd you fucking leave last night?" she said, seemingly genuinely confused.

"Oh, I..." I started, processing all my thoughts.

"I went out to look for you. I saw your cigarette on the ground, but you'd gone," she went on, putting her hands on the desk in front of me.

"I thought you and Adam, and..."

'What, that bro douchebag?" she said, and perched her ass on the table.

"You seemed to be getting on really well," I went on.

"Seriously, babe. What the fuck are you talking about?" she said, possibly irritated. I began to doubt my sanity.

"Listen, Adam was under the impression that he was getting together with you, so I thought I wouldn't get in your way," I explained.

"Are you fucking joking, Michael Jones, co-President?" she said, referencing the little sign on my desk, almost angrily. "What on earth made you think that?"

I paused and went over the events at dinner. "he was all over you," I mumbled.

"Yes, and was I all over him too?" she said.

Actually, no. She hadn't been. Like, not all, recalling her body language. "No," I answered. "But you were laughing at his jokes and he put his hand on your knee, and..."

"You fucking idiot," Josie interrupted me. "I laughed at his jokes? Did I? Did I really?" Well, no, she hadn't actually. "And his hand on my knee. Oh yes, that's true. I had to fucking lock myself in my room when he kept coming onto me, you prick," she said, her face flushed. Wow.

"You mean, you?"

"I didn't sleep with him, is that what you're seriously asking me right now?" Josie said and seemed genuinely hurt. I went over the course of the night in my head again. I'd completely misread the entire situation. I'd sat at the edge of the party and ignored her. I'd given off the bad vibes. I'd left without saying goodbye. I was a narcissistic asshole.

"Jesus," I said. "I am such a moron." I continued as if waking up from a dream.

"Yes. Yes you are," she said and came round the desk to sit on my knee.

"Josie, babe, not here," I said, then looked over at the door. She'd locked it and the blind was down.

"Not here, what?" she whispered in my ear. "You think I'm gonna let you pop my cherry after how badly you behaved last night?" she purred and wiggled her ass on my hard dick, her arms around my neck. "Yes, I'm still a virgin, Michael," she concluded, obviously feeling a little better.

"Josie, I'm so sorry. I had this entirely fictional narrative in my head. That guy was so obnoxious, and Frank and Emma were just lapping it up. I didn't realize how awkward you were," I rambled. I realized now that her little looks at me were her asking me to rescue her from the situation.

"That fucking twat even suggested we go back to his fleabag motel, can you believe it?" she went on, kissing me. "He put his hands on me and it made my skin crawl. The complete opposite of the effect you have on me, Michael." I felt a warm glow inside me. She picked up my hand and placed it on her breast, then carried on talking as if nothing was happening.

"You know, this whole college tour and that set-up last night was my mother's doing. I mentioned I might want to go Harvard or Yale or something, like... three years ago. She organized this whole stupid trip because she's bored. The thing with Johnny's cousin, well, I think that was her little fantasy. Gross," she went on.

I nodded and smiled, feeling better, though still like an idiot.

"I've missed you, baby," she said at last. "I've waited for you to come to me on so many nights. My mom said you were over, but you didn't stay. I went into your room like fifty times hoping you were there," she said and cuddled up to me. "I even looked through my dad's book of contacts on his desk and for some fucking stupid reason, you weren't in there, and I didn't want to call you here."

Christ. I really had been a monumental cretin. Josie took a pen and a notepad from my desk. "Here, lover boy. Here's my phone number. Let's be grown-ups now, and make plans. No more of this elusive older guy shit, OK?" she said and kissed me deeply, grinding her ass on my cock. My hands groped her greedily.

And there I was thinking she'd been standoffish. "You should have heard that guy telling his cousin all about how you guys were going to hook up," I told her and we both laughed.

"Ewww. I'd rather fuck our creepy neighbor," she said and shuddered. "Anyway, we good, Mikey boy?" she asked me, stroking my face.

"Yes, we're good, honey. I'm sorry," I replied. Josie stood up.

"Want to pop my cherry under the desk?" she said, leaning over and unzipping my fly. She pulled out my cock and massaged my full length a few times. My eyes went wide, and looked at the door again in panic.

"Josie, I, er...we..." I sputtered.

Josie giggled and moved away from me towards the door. My cock just stood there, pointing at the ceiling, and I sat in my chair, at a complete loss as to what to do. "You'll have to take me on a date first, Mr. Jones. Tonight?" she said and made the universal hand signal for 'call me'.

She went to the door and opened it, then turned around and said quietly, "you might want to lock the beast away, sir," and sauntered off through the office, leaving my door wide open. I watched her as she left, and quickly zipped up my pants.

Josie was the greatest, coolest, most gorgeous person I'd ever met, and I needed to wise up to keep up with her. I thought about a place I could take her tonight. Somewhere nice, secluded, out of the way. Somewhere Frank would never go. He was more of a Chili's kinda guy.

I made a reservation at the most pretentious place I could find and texted Josephine: 'pick you up at 7' and left it at that. Nice, cool, assertive and to the point. Fuck. I didn't say where, so I texted again, which spoiled the nonchalant effect I was going for. 'corner of Beachwood and first. Two blocks down from your house' I wrote, and threw my phone on the desk. Fuck. 'I'll be in my car, waiting' I wrote, and felt like a complete tool. I could imagine Josie reading these and laughing at my clumsiness.

I didn't hear back, and my stomach was in knots the rest of the day. It said the message had been delivered, then that it had been read. Did I text the right number? Should I text again to make sure it was her? Jesus. Get a fucking grip dude. She's a teenage girl. A virgin. Relax. I breathed deeply and left work early.

I got home and showered. I shaved my stubble, and as I stood naked in my bathroom, thought I'd better trim my cock and ball hair too. Fun. I wasn't an expert at it, but it looked reasonable and felt nice. Grooming also had the effect of making my dick look even larger. Great. Now I looked like a sideshow freak. I sighed. I was nervous.

I put on a nice shirt, smart but casual, some comparable jeans, shoes and sat down on my couch. I had an hour to kill and needed to calm the fuck down. I hadn't been this nervous since... I don't know when.

I thought about jerking off to relieve the tension but remembered what she'd said about keeping my balls full. I'd only jerked off once since she'd made me come, and that was in a moment of desperation in the shower. I decided to leave early and just drive in a circuitous route. Very circuitous.

I put Nina Simone on in the car. Kinda chill, healing, but also romantic, with edge. I drove slowly. I stopped by a drug store and bought her some chocolates. The kind I knew she liked. Then, I stopped by a grocery store and bought her two dozen roses. I drove on. It then occurred to me that she might not show up. I pulled up at the corner I'd specified and sat there. I looked at the clock in the car. It was only 6:42. I was way early.

My stomach was churning. I tried to focus on the fact that it was just Josie, and not some stranger or first date. It was just Josie, but I'd just never taken her out before. I closed my eyes and ran through some of our times together. I remembered some of the things she had said, and understood that she really, really liked me and I should just cool out.

That also had the effect of making my dick hard. Fuck. I was a mess. I felt slightly sick. I looked at the clock. It was 6:47. Wonderful. I shut the car engine off and went through some meditation exercises, and felt a little better. Then the memory of eating her pussy returned to my mind which had the opposite effect of what I'd hoped.

I opened my glove compartment and started reading the owner's manual for my car. Thrills. I looked at the clock again. 6:51. OK, fuck this. I checked my phone and there was a message. Yes. I looked at it and it was from my neighbor Chuck. Seriously, fuck that guy.

I began to doubt whether she was going to show up, then realized it was still early. 6:55. I got out of the car, leaned against the hood and smoked a cigarette. Shit, that was better. I heard footsteps coming up the street and looked up. It was some old lady and her dog. Fuck that fucking bitch and her stupid asshole dog.

There was the park opposite, where we'd sat down before, so I went over and paced up and down. No sign of Josie. I looked up the street and could see her house. Maybe she'd got stuck in a conversation with her parents or something. If she was going to come, she would have texted. I went back to the car. 7:07. Jesus fucking Christ.

I checked my phone again. Nothing. It was now 7:15. I got out of the car again and lit another cigarette. She was late. I shrugged and let the stress fall off my shoulders. She wasn't coming. Cool. I looked up at the stars, dropped my cigarette and stamped it out with my foot.

"Hey Mister," I heard a soft voice and looked over. Standing by the side of the road, silhouetted against the glow of a street lamp, was Josie.

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She came over to me with a confident stride. I could make out that she had on a short dress of a dark color, which made her figure look like an hourglass. Her hair was up and she had a scarf around her neck, and high heels.

She got close. I could smell her, and felt self-conscious about reeking of cigarettes. She pressed herself against me and kissed me on the lips, not saying a word. My hands fell to her waist. Bliss. Our kiss evolved into something more French and our hands explored each other. I felt her ass and her fingers teased the end of my cock. "Mmmmmm" she moaned, then stepped back.

She walked around the side of the car and waited. I realized what was happening, and jogged over and opened the door for her. The chocolates and roses were on the seat, and she stood there waiting for me to move them. I did, and she sat down. I closed her door and returned to the driver's side. I popped a mint in my mouth. I needed to quit smoking.

The car came to life as I started the engine and Nina came back on. Josie grabbed my phone and changed the music. The Stones "Rocks Off" came blasting over the speakers and Josie went "Woooo!" and the ice was broken. I smiled at her and headed off.

I didn't tell her where we were going and she didn't ask. I caught glimpses of her ankles, her thighs, her cleavage and her neck, but kept my eye on the road. Her hand fell into my lap, but she didn't cause too much trouble. I recognized the scarf as the one she'd wrapped herself in on the day I sketched her.

"Nice scarf," I said, speaking for the first time since I picked her up.

"Uh huh," she responded, knowing full well what I was talking about. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger suggestively, and looked down at my lap.

"I thought it was a body wrap or something," I enquired.

"Doubtful," she replied. "Only a total slut would use this as a wrap," she muttered under her breath. "It's see-through. If I wore this as you suggest, anyone could just see my tits. It would be pointless and outrageous," she went on.

"But, you..." I tried to insist.

"But nothing, Mister," she said. "Keep your eyes on the road and off the goods," she went on, then laughed. I laughed too.

"Josie," I said and sighed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, honey," she continued. "It was Jessica's idea. You know, the girl. My friend." I nodded. "She saw the scarf in my room, and.."

"Oh right," I interjected.

"She even made me strip off and try it," Josie added.

"Really?" I was amazed.

"Yeah," I think she's like omni-sexual or pan-sexual or something. Anyway, she made sure I practiced putting it around me for maximum effect. It was her idea to have you sketch me," she went on.

"You could have just taken all your clothes off. That might have worked," I said, partly in jest.