 
                    --===THE SPIRIT IS WILLING===--
 
The Spirit is Willing
 
 
 
    Eric woke up in the full knowledge that it was Saturday
morning, and that he could be lazy and lie in bed for as long as he
liked.  He also knew that he didn't have anything to do, and that today
would be a good day to maybe get some writing done, if his muse would
cooperate.
 
    What Eric also knew was that he felt a very pleasant
sensation running across his chest.  It was the sensation of a slender
female arm pressed lightly against him.
 
    Eric's eyes opened very wide at that realization.
 
    There were two problems with what was happening to Eric
just then.  The first was, as inexperienced with women as he was, he
had no idea how to deal with a woman caressing him in this manner.  The
second problem was a little more distressing.
 
    He had not gone to bed with anyone the night before.
 
    Eric rolled over quickly.  It turned out to be a little too
quickly, as he was so near the edge of the bed already that his move
actually threw him completely out of the bed.  As he was falling to the
floor, he thought he caught a glimpse of auburn waves, but when his ass
met the rather hard floor and his head bumped into the nightstand, he
couldn't be sure he hadn't imagined it.
 
    "Fuck," he muttered to himself, reaching up to rub the
growing knot on his head.  As he brought his hand down, he looked up to
see the most wonderful brown eyes staring back at him.  He had not
imagined the auburn tresses that caressed the face of this beauty.
 
    "Good morning," she said with a smile that beamed sunlight
directly into his heart.  "I hope you're not hurt..."
 
    Eric was far too stunned to speak.  His mouth hung agape as
he stared at one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen.  He felt
dizzy, and out of focus.  It was as if someone were messing with the
monitor controls on his life.  He made some very incoherent noises that
refused to resolve themselves into words before he finally took a deep
breath.
 
    "Um... who are you?" he asked, shakily and with no small
amount of concern.
 
    She giggled at him.  "Well, I'm Bridget, silly.  Boy, you
must have bumped your head harder than I thought if you can't recognize
your own muse."
 
    "Uh..." he said, rather intelligently, he thought.
 
    "Are you sure you're okay?" Bridget asked, a look of
concern creasing her splendid features.
 
    "Yeah, I, uh, guess so."  He rubbed his head again,
wondering if he was dreaming.  He could not recall a dream that had
hurt this much, though.  He tried to sit up, but most of his muscles
said they were quite comfortable right where they were, thank you, and
why didn't he just lie here for a while?
 
    Eric gave up the struggle, and settled back to look up at
the lovely woman who claimed to be, of all things, his muse.  He knew
this had to be some kind of trick, or perhaps a game his friend Robert
was playing on him.
 
    Sighing heavily, he asked her, "Who sent you?"
 
    Bridget became confused.  "Nobody *sent* me.  You called
for me."
 
    "Yeah, right.  Look, I'm not really in the mood for
practical jokes this morning."
 
    Eric thought he saw a tear in Bridget's eye.  "You don't
want me?" she asked.
 
    *Oh, shit*, he thought to himself.  *Now what?* 

    "I, uh... didn't say that, exactly...   Look, I'm a little
confused."
 
    Bridget's features brightened.  To Eric's dismay, she
slipped out of the bed and straddled his waist, her forearms pressed
gently against his chest, and her eyes mere inches from his own.  This
was disturbing to him because he had just discovered that Bridget was
not wearing any clothes.  

    "Confused, huh?  Maybe you've got a concussion.  Maybe I'll
have to care for you all day.  Maybe..." she said, with a wicked
twinkle in her eyes, "you need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!"
 
    Having said that, Bridget pressed her lips tightly to
Eric's.  He was too stunned to react at first, but he had to admit -
after the shock had passed - that it felt damned good to be kissing a
girl.  As it was the first time in his nineteen years that he had done
so, he decided to enjoy the experience.  He kissed back, clumsily but
enthusiastically, and Bridget did not seem to mind his ineptitude.
 
    Their kiss continued for long moments, and it was as if
Bridget was able to coach him without saying a word.  He felt more
confident in himself as he continued to kiss her.  Just then, he felt
her tongue slip out of her mouth and run across his lips.  He knew what
she wanted, and he hesitantly opened his mouth to let in the slippery
intruder.
 
    As Bridget's tongue began its invasion, she slipped her
hands down off Eric's chest onto the floor.  As she did that, Eric
could now feel the wonderful weight of her ample tits pressing against
his chest.  He groaned at the sensation, as his tongue was being
assaulted by hers.  He began to slip his tongue against hers, and she
purred deep in her throat, which vibrated her tongue and sent shivers
down his spine.
 
    Bridget's hands began to caress Eric's sides, and he was
going into sensory overload.  The bump on his head was long forgotten
as he concentrated on kissing this beautiful, if mysterious, woman.  He
finally got up the courage to move his hands, and he embraced her,
allowing his hands to rub across her back.  He felt her shiver slightly
from that, but he didn't really know what that meant.  She didn't pull
away from him, however, so he continued to lightly stroke her silky
smooth skin.
 
    After a while, however, Bridget did pull away from him, and
sat up.  His hands naturally fell from her back to rest on her hips. 
She smiled down at him as he stared up at her... well, he was clearly
staring at her tits, and not her face.  Bridget took hold of his hands,
and gently brought them upward.  She placed his hands on her breasts
and held them there.
 
    Now that the focus of his attention was no longer in view,
Eric moved his gaze up to meet Bridget's.  Her warm smile encouraged
him to act.  Slowly, shakily, his fingers began to move on her
breasts.  Bridget's eyes closed halfway, and she let out another soft
moan.  As his fingers gently stroked over the skin of her tits, his
palms were rubbing against her nipples, and it was sending sparks of
pleasure throughout her body.  She leaned forward slightly, to allow
him better reach, and was rewarded with a more active partner.  She
reveled, for several moments, in the feel of his hands against her
chest.
 
    Finally, Bridget knew it was time to move to the next
step.  She bent down once again and kissed Eric.  She felt a sense of
loss as his hands slipped from her tits to stroke her sides, but she
knew that good feelings would be coming soon.
 
    As they kissed, Bridget reached down and pressed her hand
against Eric's dick.  His underwear was drenched, and she didn't know
if he'd come already, or if her juices had done all of that.  As her
slender fingers caressed his hard cock, he moaned.  Bridget shifted
herself slightly - without breaking their kiss - and brought both hands
down to Eric's briefs.  She grasped the waistband, and pulled
insistently.  It didn't take Eric long to get the idea, and he raised
up as much as he could to let her pull them off.  It still took a bit
of time, but neither of them seemed to mind as their kissing continued
unabated.
 
    When Bridget had finally worked Eric's underwear past his
hips, she broke their kiss.  She sat up, and looked down to see his
hard cock resting between her legs.  Her eyes devoured the sight, and
her tongue snuck out to wet her lips.  She reached back to finish
pulling Eric's briefs out of the way, but she didn't move off of him. 
She was worried he might chicken out on her.  As his muse, she knew he
was out of his depth, but it was her job to see that he grew
comfortable with the situation.
 
    Bridget looked down at her soon-to-be lover, and smiled
warmly.  She took his dick into her small hand, and caressed it
lightly.  Eric groaned loudly at the sensation.  Holding his cock in
place, Bridget raised up to position him at her entrance.  Pausing for
a moment to enjoy her own anticipation, she took a deep breath.  As she
let it out, she also allowed herself to sink onto his cock.  She
released her breath in one long, happy sigh as Eric's prick slipped
further and further into her velvety grip.
 
    For Eric's part, his mind was in overload.  He had never
been on a successful date in his life, and now, here he was, suddenly
having sex with this wonderful goddess of a woman.  He could feel her
cunt gripping him, her muscles rippling along his length, squeezing him
in wonderful ways.  She leaned forward slightly, and that change in
position sent shocks of pleasure from his toes to his hair.
 
    "You're supposed to be helping," Bridget said lightly.  She
smiled at him, and looked down at herself.  He finally got her meaning,
and he returned his hands to her breasts, to massage and caress them. 
Bridget moaned, and then she began to move her hips.
 
    Eric was completely unprepared for the feelings that this
sent through his body.  He uttered a loud groan as his mind attempted
to assimilate the sensations.  His hands faltered as his brain locked
for several seconds.  Meanwhile, Bridget kept moving above him, her
hips rolling in a way that seemed to cause continuous new sensation on
his dick.
 
    Finally, after a long moment, Eric's brain finally seemed
to adjust.  His hands returned to their caresses, and he looked up at
Bridget in awe.
 
    "That's... indescribable!" he grunted out.  He was
breathing hard and his body was already covered in a light sheen of
sweat.  Bridget smiled down at him, hoping that he would soon become
more active.
 
    After a while, Eric's hips began to move, and Bridget
sighed at the feel of it.  As she rolled into him, his hips would move
upward, thrusting his dick deeper into her pussy.  The sensation sent
waves of bliss throughout her being, and she could feel her heat rising.
 
    Eric watched in fascination as Bridget began to move
faster.  He could sense that something was happening, and he moved his
hips in time with her body.  Suddenly, her face twisted into a strange
expression, and she let out a loud moan of ecstasy.  He could feel her
juices washing over his dick, and her muscles twinged repeatedly.  He
knew enough from the movies he'd seen that she was having an orgasm. 
He continued to thrust up into her, and this seemed to push her even
higher.  Her pussy began to ripple along his cock, and he loved how
that felt.
 
    Bridget's climax seemed as if it would never end, and the
feelings her pussy was causing were pushing Eric closer to his own
peak.  Finally, he slammed his hips up into her, burying his cock fully
inside of her, and let loose his own grunts of joy.  Bridget cried out
again at the feel of his cum splashing inside of her, and the two
thrashed together for some moments before finally calming down from the
heights of their pleasure.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Eric knew he had much to learn about relationships and
sex.  One of the first things he learned was that there is no cool way,
with a beautiful woman resting on top of you after - he thought -
really great sex, to tell her that you really need to go to the
bathroom.  He tolerated the discomfort until at last she moved slightly
to his side.  He took the opportunity to roll slightly, so they were
side by side now.  He kissed her softly, and then he moved to get up,
rather surprised that his body was going to let him, despite its
earlier protests about moving.
 
    When he had finished up his necessary activities, he came
back to the room.  He was glad to see that Bridget had moved back to
the bed, since it was obviously more comfortable to lie on than the
floor.  He was a little disconcerted that she was still lying there
naked, however.  Then again, he himself wasn't wearing anything.  He
joined her on the bed, and she immediately snuggled up next to him. 
Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her, and it just felt so right
for her to be there.  He softly caressed her skin, and he kissed her
tenderly.
 
    "So... who are you, really?" he asked, less demandingly
this time.
 
    She looked at him for a long moment.  "I really *am* your
muse, Bridget.  You don't remember calling for me?"
 
    He had.  During one of his darker moments, after having yet
again been turned down for a date, he had wished that someone,
*anyone*, could teach him what he was doing wrong with girls.  His
exact words were, *"Why is it my muse can let me write about being with
girls, but won't let me actually *be* with one?"*  Of course, he had
not expected his muse to show up...
 
    "So, you mean I just got laid for the first time by a
ghost?"
 
    "I am *not*," Bridget said somewhat archly, "a ghost."
 
    "Sor-*ry*," Eric said defensively.  He caressed a certain
spot by way of apology, and that earned him a beautiful smile.  That
smile led to a kiss, and the kiss... well, led to the rest of the day.
 
 
 
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    The following morning at breakfast, it was clear to Eric
that Bridget was upset about something.  As he set her breakfast down
in front of her, he asked, "What's the matter?"
 
    Bridget stared at her food with a smile.  She looked up at
him.  "First off, muses don't eat breakfast.  Or lunch, or dinner, for
that matter."
 
    "Oh," he said sheepishly.  "Sorry."
 
    "That's okay," she replied with a beautiful smile.  "It's
the thought that counts."  She sobered after a second, and said, "We do
need to talk."
 
    Eric sat down and gave her his complete attention, with the
exception of beginning to eat his own breakfast, since he was extremely
hungry.  They'd only stopped long enough for him to eat once the
previous day, and he was famished.
 
    Bridget pulled herself inward, almost seeming to grow
smaller.  "I'm sure you realize that I'm not 'real'.  In fact, the only
person who can even see me, is you."
 
    "But... how come I can, like, feel you and..." he said, his
mouth stuffed with scrambled eggs.
 
    "Muses are magic.  It's taken a great deal of magic to
bring me this far into the world, and I can come no farther on my own. 
No one else can see me, hear me, or feel me, though I can make them
*not* see things that are happening to you.  So, for instance, if we go
out in public together, you can talk to me.  No one will notice you
doing it."
 
    "Are you going to put on clothes when we're in public?"
Eric asked.  She wasn't wearing any now.
 
    "Why?  You've already seen all I've got," she said with an
impish grin.  "Because of the nature of your writing, I'm a highly...
uh... 'sexual' muse.  I almost never wear clothing.  What's the point?"
 
    Eric blushed at the thought of going outside with her not
wearing anything, even if no one else could see her.
 
    "Anyway, there is more.  After one revolution of the moon,
I'll have to return to my home within you."
 
    Eric frowned.  "Damn.  I knew it couldn't last."
 
    "There is a way to allow you to enjoy the company of your
muse permanently," she said.
 
    "How's that?"
 
    "By the rules, you must seduce a woman.  It must be a very
particular woman, who I will show to you, if you want to do that."
 
    "Seduce?  Bridget, before yesterday I hadn't even *slept*
with a woman, let alone *seduced* one!  I can't do that!"
 
    "Shh," she said, reaching across to touch his arm.  "I'll
help you.  I'll teach you.  What you need is confidence, and only
experience will give you that confidence.  You *can* do it, and if you
want a permanent playmate, you have to."
 
    Eric nibbled pensively on his bacon, considering the idea. 
"You'll tell me what to do?"
 
    "I'll teach you what works," she corrected.
 
    "And you'll be with me forever, then?  What, in the body of
that woman?"
 
    "Something like that.  It's complicated."
 
    "I don't want to lose you, even if you're still inside my
head."
 
    "So, you'll try?"
 
    Eric nodded.  "I'll give it my best shot."
 
    "Good for you.  You've taken the hardest first step.  I
think you deserve a reward."
 
    As she got up and came around the table, he wondered if
breakfast was the only meal he was going to get today.
 
 
 
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    The following night, Eric drove to the club that Bridget
pointed out to him.  He wondered how she knew about clubs, since he had
never gone to any, but she refused to enlighten him.
 
    *Typical.  Even my own muse treats me like a mushroom.*
 
    Eric walked in and chose a booth in the corner of the
room.  He was still blushing from walking beside an altogether naked
invisible woman.  He was even more disconcerted when she sat in his
lap, rather than across from him.  The waitress who came over was
completely oblivious to the awkwardness that Eric was feeling.
 
    "What can I getcha?" the waitress asked nicely.
 
    "Uh, just a beer, thanks," Eric stammered.  The waitress
cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion, but nodded and went to get his
beer.
 
    "You're going to have to settle down, tiger," Bridget said.
 
    "You're not helping," Eric said to her.
 
    "You've got to learn to be comfortable with a woman
touching you.  It has to become completely natural, you have to learn
to enjoy it."
 
    "Oh, I already *enjoy* it," he said with a smirk.
 
    "Okay," she said, wiggling her bottom against his
already-hard cock.  "Granted, you do enjoy it, but you're not
comfortable with it."
 
    "Maybe it's just because no one can see how beautiful my
date is," he shot back.  Bridget smiled at him wonderfully.
 
    "See, now all you have to do is treat Julie like that, and
we'll be all set!"
 
    "Julie?"
 
    "Your target."
 
    "You already know who it is?"
 
    "I knew that before I ever came to you.  I would have had
to.  I couldn't waste time looking for a suitable girl, we've only got
twenty-six days left."
 
    "Oh.  Yeah, I guess that makes sense."
 
    The waitress came back and set Eric's beer down in front of
him, giving him kind of an odd look.  Just as he was about to thank
her, Bridget ran her tongue along his earlobe.
 
    "Th-thank Y-you," Eric stammered.  His vocal chords seemed
to be having a tough time with the script tonight, he noticed.
 
    "C-minus on that one, Baby," Bridget purred into his ear. 
He ran his hand down along her ass, and she cooed.
 
    "You're gonna get it, you know," he warned her.
 
    She wiggled her ass against his cock again.  "Mmm.  Oh,
believe me, I'm ready for it.  You wanna do me right here?"
 
    "Bridget!" he said in a whining cry.
 
    "No one would see us.  They'd just see you drinking your
beer..."
 
    "No."
 
    "Awww..."
 
    "No!"
 
    "You're no fun..."
 
    "That's not what you said yesterday..."
 
    She snuggled tight against him and hummed, remembering
yesterday.
 
 
 
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    It took over an hour before Julie walked in the door.  When
Bridget pointed to her, Eric's jaw dropped.  The woman she indicated
was a 5'4" creature of beauty.  Her flaming red hair seemed to dance
around her face as she walked.  Even from here, he could see the
sparkle in her vivid green eyes.  Her skin was pale, but unfreckled,
though they would not have seemed out of place.  Her body was very well
proportioned, with an ample bust and splendid ass.  Her legs were
slender and shapely, encased in jeans that seemed more like paint than
denim.  Eric was in total awe.
 
    "*That's* Julie?"
 
    "Yes.  And stop drooling."
 
    "Bu... Bridget, I can't seduce *her*...  She's a goddess!"
 
    "What am I," Bridget sniffed, "chopped liver?"
 
    "I happen to like chopped liver," Eric said, kissing her
softly in contrition.
 
    "You can do it, Eric.  You'll just have to actually *try*
for once.  Now, go get yourself another beer, and say hi to her while
you're at the bar."
 
    "But-"
 
    "Go!  No arguing!"  Bridget got up off his lap to let him
up, and shooed him out of the booth.
 
    Eric walked numbly across the room to the bar.  He stood
next to the lovely goddess, and apparently his heart wanted a better
look, because it seemed to have gotten stuck in his throat on its way
out his mouth.  His ears evidently thought they were neon signs,
because they were burning brightly.
 
    He managed to get the bartender's attention, and order a
beer.  While his jaw seemed oiled enough to continue working, he turned
to Julie, and attempted to speak.
 
    At this point, his vocal chords, fed up with the script for
the evening, decided to go to their dressing room and wait for
above-the-title billing.  Eric's mouth moved as if to make words, but
no sound came out.  Luckily for what was left of his ego, Julie had not
yet turned to face him.  When she finally did, he managed a wan smile. 
She smiled back politely and nodded, which only made the rest of his
face join his ears in their advertising campaign.  He grabbed his beer
hastily, and made his way across the room, attempting to coax his vocal
chords back onstage with promises not to try to hit any more high notes.
 
    "That... didn't seem to go very well," Bridget said,
resuming her place in his lap.  She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him.  She could feel the burning heat of his humiliation.
 
    "No, it didn't," he muttered.
 
    "Well, it was only try number one.  Now I know how much
work is ahead of us."  Under her breath, but still loud enough for Eric
to hear, she muttered, "I wonder if I'll get overtime for this..."
 
 
 
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    Eric licked his wounds for an entire day after that night. 
Bridget tried to tell him that all his wounds were self-inflicted.  He
asked, "Does that make them hurt less?"  She acknowledged the truth of
the matter, and let him be.  She actually disappeared for a while, to
let him try to get over it by himself.
 
    It was clear, after a day, that he wasn't going to get over
it.  She sighed to herself, and decided to take matters back into her
own hands.
 
 
 
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    Eric was working on some research for a book he was
writing.  He sat at his desk, going over a book he'd gotten from the
library on Celtic history.  He was well involved in the material; it
was the only thing he knew that could make him forget about his
troubles.  His boss at work had noticed his lack of attentiveness and
had chewed him out for not working hard enough.  It seemed that his
failure was impacting everything.
 
    As he sat reading, Eric tried not to think about the night
before last.  It had been humiliating to not even be able to say
hello.  He was very aggravated at his vocal chords for deserting him as
they had, but he realized that pissing them off would only make sure it
happened again.
 
    Eric had just turned the page, and was about to start a new
section, when his view was entirely blocked by a naked woman sitting on
his desk.  He jumped back, startled, though he knew who it was before
he looked up past her wonderful tits to see her beautiful brown eyes
twinkling at him.
 
    "Hey there, lover," she purred.
 
    "Bridget!  You could give a guy a heart attack like that!"
 
    "Ooooh.  We wouldn't want to do that," she said with a
raise of the eyebrows.
 
    "What's on your mind?" Eric asked.
 
    Bridget spread her legs, putting one on either side of
Eric's chair.  This gave him a wonderful view of her recently-shaven
pussy.  Bridget reached down to stroke her pussy lips with two fingers.
 
    "You write about it all the time.  I want to see if you're
any good *doing* it.  C'mon, stud, eat me out!"
 
    Bridget leaned forward and used her free hand to grip the
back of Eric's head, pulling his face down toward her cunt.  Eric was
hesitant, but he didn't fight her.  He took a good look at her
already-dripping pussy, and he let his tongue slip out of his mouth. 
He licked along her pussy lips, and heard her mewl in pleasure.  His
tongue decided it liked this activity, and dove back in for more.  Eric
stroked his tongue along the entire length of her lips, lapping up her
juices and sending tingles through her body.
 
    Bridget leaned back on her hands and moaned.  "Oh, yeah,
lover, do it!"
 
    Eric plunged his tongue into Bridget's opening, allowing
his tongue to wiggle inside her.  She shivered with the sensation, and
let her head fall backward, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a
long, drawn-out sigh.  

    Eric's tongue decided to tango, and slipped wetly against
Bridget's pussy lips.  His tongue twisted and turned, sliding up and
down, getting all areas of her pussy.  Finally, his tongue moved up,
finding its tango partner waiting.  Eric slid his tongue over and
around Bridget's clit, eliciting loud moans and sighs from Bridget. 
His tongue danced happily with her clit, sending sparks of pleasure
throughout her body.
 
    The rest of Eric's body felt extremely left out of this
process.  His hand, annoyed with things, decided to take the
initiative.  Two fingers reached forward and pushed their way into
Bridget's cunt.  Bridget groaned as Eric's digits invaded her.  They
soon were all the way in, and Eric's hand began moving back and forth,
finger-fucking Bridget as the tongue still danced with her clit.
 
    Bridget was awash in a sea of ecstasy, her eyes tightly
shut and her moans and cries filling the room.  Her hips were bucking
against Eric, her body building to its ultimate peak.  She was
surprised at how good she felt, at how much Eric could actually
pleasure her in this way.
 
    Eric's lips soon decided they were tired of being a
middle-man.  They bypassed the tongue, sucking Bridget's clit inside
Eric's mouth.  His lips continued to kiss and suck her clit, and his
fingers continued to pound into her pussy.  Eric could barely hold on,
as Bridget's hips bucked harder and harder against his face.
 
    Finally, Bridget let out a loud cry, and her juices flooded
Eric's fingers and chin.  He continued to pleasure her throughout her
orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could.  It was over a minute before
Bridget came down enough to catch her breath.
 
    As she looked down at him, she gave him a smile of
adoration.  Eric rose from his seat, and undid his pants.
 
    "Your turn..."  Bridget was more than willing to
reciprocate.
 
 
 
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    It was Monday night, and Eric was back in his booth at the
same club.  The crowd was still scarce.  Not that Eric noticed, since
he was busy paying attention to the girl in his lap.  He managed not to
stutter when he ordered his beer this time, however.
 
    "Good boy," Bridget said, kissing him on the cheek.
 
    "Bridget, how come we only come here on Mondays?"
 
    "Julie's only in here on Monday."
 
    "Why a Monday?"
 
    "She has Tuesday and Wednesday off.  So Monday is her
Friday."
 
    "Thank you for attempting to confuse me as much as
possible," Eric said with a grin.  Bridget smiled, and kissed him again.
 
    The couple necked and talked for a while before Julie came
in.  Eric managed to get two full beers down before she showed up.  He
was attempting to bribe his body with alcohol, in the hopes it would
cooperate this time.
 
    "So, are you going to try again, or are you just going to
stare at her all night?" Bridget asked.
 
    "Ummm..." Eric replied.
 
    "C'mon, Eric.  We've only got nineteen days left."
 
    "I know.  It's just... hard."
 
    "Look, you're a great person, you've got a decent job, a
good future, and a wonderful personality.  You're not bad to look at,
either.  You do have a major confidence problem, though.  Other than
that, there's not a better guy in this bar."
 
    "Thanks, Bridget.  Okay, I'll give it a try."
 
    "Good."  Bridget nodded, and then climbed off his lap to
let him up.
 
    Eric hesitated for a long moment, but Bridget's stare made
sure he finally got out of the booth.  He saw Julie was staring down at
the bar top, and he wondered what she was thinking.  As he walked over,
his knees seemed to insinuate that they had not been paid enough for
the journey, and might refuse to take him all the way.  His brain
asserted a bit of authority, and the knees complied, albeit unhappily.
 
    Eric leaned against the bar, and waited for Julie to turn
to face him.  Meanwhile, his brain was having to assert all kinds of
authority to get body parts back in line, and it was making him dizzy
with the effort.
 
    Suddenly, Julie did turn her head, and she was looking him
in the face.  He felt the heat rising, but tried to force it back down
where it belonged.  He knew it was time for him to say something, but
his vocal chords still seemed reluctant.  With one final push, his
brain won the battle - for now - and got them to cooperate.
 
    "Hi.  Um, would you like to dance?"
 
    At this point, Eric's brain demanded, *"You made me do all
that work for *that*?*"
 
    Julie smiled at him, but shook her head.  Very politely,
she said, "No, thank you."
 
    Eric was almost relieved to have been rejected, given the
state of his union at the moment, which seemed on the verge of strike. 
He nodded jerkily, and headed back to his seat.  He knew that Bridget
would not be happy with his performance, but what was he supposed to
have done?
 
    "Good try, bad delivery," Bridget said as he sat down.  She
crawled back into his lap, and wrapped her arms around him.  "We're
going to have to work on your speaking skills under pressure."
 
    "Like I could ever talk to her again," Eric said morosely.
 
    "Oh, she won't even remember tonight's conversation by the
morning."
 
    "I wish."
 
    "No, really.  It's part of my magic.  Unless you succeed,
she won't remember you at all."
 
    "Hmph.  At least I won't be the subject of a girl-to-girl
phone call..."
 
    "Anyway, you had the right idea, you just... did a poor job
of delivery.  You're still too scared.  She *wants* to go out with
you.  You have to believe that, or you'll never manage anything."
 
    "Well, tonight I managed to get rejected again.  Can we go
home now?"
 
    "I suppose.  But don't think I'm letting you off the hook
completely.  You've got a lot of work ahead of you."
 
    "Oh, joy."
 
 
 
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    The next day, Bridget invaded the one space that Eric had
held away from her, or so he thought of it.  In truth, he knew she went
where she wanted, but up until now, she had not accompanied him to work.
 
    "Why are you here?" he asked, seeing her staring at him
from across his office.  He'd grown accustomed to her naked form, but
he ogled her, anyway.
 
    "I told you I wasn't letting you off the hook.  You need to
learn to be able to hold a conversation with someone regardless of how
you're feeling, and sort of 'disconnect' yourself from your body's
reactions.  Your body wants to run away from any situation where you're
talking to a new girl.  We have to get your brain to override your
body's physical reaction."
 
    "Okay... um... how do we do that?"
 
    She strolled across the room and motioned to him to push
back from his desk.  He was not entirely surprised when she dropped to
her knees.  She unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, reaching in and
carefully withdrawing his not-fully-hard cock.
 
    "Well, this is an improvement.  You don't get hard just
staring at me when we're having a conversation."  He had, however,
gotten hard just as soon as her hand touched his dick.  Bridget
sighed.  "Well, one thing at a time.  In about a minute, your boss is
going to call you on the phone.  You're going to have to hold a
conversation with him, no matter what I do."
 
    "Bridget..." Eric said, knowing just exactly what she would
do, but she cut him off.
 
    "You've got to learn.  Either you'll pull it off, or your
boss will think you're some kind of weirdo.  Your choice, lover."
 
    As Bridget wrapped her dainty fingers around his shaft, the
phone rang.  Eric groaned from a mixture of pleasure and dread.  He
lifted the receiver to his ear, and began to speak, just as Bridget's
lips found his cock head.
 
    "H-hello?  Mr. Bannett!  Yes, sir, what can I do f-for
you?"  Bridget noted the slip in his voice, but she refused to slow
down her sucking.  Her tongue was now leading the way, slipping out
ahead of her lips as they slid down his cock.  It didn't take long
before her lips were resting against the base of his shaft, and she
began to suction his prick.
 
    "Yyes, sir.  I understand the requirrrements of the
assignment.  It's not a prrroblem.  I'll have it ready... for you by
the end of the week."  Bridget was actually proud of Eric, he was doing
so well.  His stumbles were barely noticeable, and she felt it was time
to up the ante.
 
    Bridget began to bob her head enthusiastically on Eric's
cock.  She slurped and sucked, trying to draw the cum out of his
balls.  She listened as he continued to talk to his boss, stumbling
only a couple times as she brought him closer and closer to climax.
 
    Eric could feel his balls tightening, and he hoped that his
boss would hang up before he had to come, because he didn't think he
could hold his voice steady through that.
 
    "Yes, s-sir, I will, s-sir.  I understand.  Good day to
you, too, s-sir...UNGH!" Eric cried out as soon as the phone was back
on the hook.  His cum splashed deep into Bridget's mouth, and she
swallowed it all.  His hips bucked at her, shoving his cock into her
throat as he continued to spasm.  It was several seconds before his
eruption ended, and he was able to begin to catch his breath.
 
    Bridget sat back on her heels, and looked up at him.  She
waited as he caught his breath.  She knew that she had pushed him to
the very limit, but she also knew that she didn't have much time, and
that she'd have to push even harder.
 
    After a few minutes, when she knew he would be ready for
her, she took his prick in her hand again.  Eric sighed in frustration.
 
    "I know you have to call the head of accounting.  She's a
stuck up little bitch, and she's already filed sexual harassment
against one staff member."  She had been fondling Eric's cock, and it
was already back to complete hardness.  She straddled his waist as she
said, "Go ahead and call her, but you might ought to not breathe heavy
into the phone..."
 
 
 
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    "Eric, I don't want to put any pressure on you, but this
really is our last chance at this.  She won't be back in here before I
have to return."
 
    "Couldn't we then try a different girl?"
 
    "No.  This is *the* girl.  It's very specific.  Now,
please, don't do what you did last week..."
 
    "Okay, already!"
 
    "Sheesh.  You're a writer.  In your stories, do those lines
ever work?"
 
    Eric hung his head sheepishly.  "No."
 
    "There's a reason for that."  The previous week, Eric had
almost gotten himself slapped trying a pick-up line.  "You need to be
yourself.  Look, I told you, she *wants* to be with you, she just
doesn't really understand that yet.  You need to convince her.  And
you've got one shot left at it."
 
    "So... what do I do?  You said you'd teach me the right
things to say, but you haven't really taught me anything!"
 
    "You haven't been listening," Bridget retorted.  "Remember,
she needs to trust you.  Make her your friend, but don't lose sight of
your ultimate goal, or you'll end up being *only* a friend."
 
    "I know all about that."
 
    "I know you do.  And yet you keep making that mistake."
 
    "Ouch."
 
    "Sorry, but you want me to lie about it?"
 
    "No, I guess not."
 
    "Okay, well, there she is.  Good luck, loverboy."
 
    Eric looked at Julie from across the room, and for the
first time, he really paid attention to her posture.  He'd been so
wrapped up in his own troubles that he hadn't really taken the time to
study her before.  Luckily, Bridget understood what he was doing, and
kept quiet.  Finally, Eric got up and headed across the room.
 
    He slid onto the seat next to Julie, and motioned to the
bartender.  He ordered a soda rather than a beer.  He wanted to try to
stay sober tonight.  He glanced at Julie out of the corner of his eye,
and what he had thought he'd seen from across the room was confirmed by
the look on her face.
 
    After debating several different ways to start the
conversation, he settled on, "You look like you could use a friend."
 
    Julie's head jerked, startled by his voice.  She turned to
face him, questioningly.  "Huh?"
 
    "You look like the world's collapsing around you.  Is it
really that bad?"
 
    She gave him a tight but appreciative smile.  "No, I
suppose not.  It's just work shit."
 
    "Want to talk about it?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't say
no.
 
    "I wouldn't want to burden you with it."
 
    "C'mon," he said.  "I'm far too carefree," he said with a
smirk, "I need some burdens.  Let me buy you a drink, and we can talk
about it."
 
    She laughed at his rather feeble joke, but nodded, anyway. 
"Okay.  Thanks."
 
 
 
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    An hour later, the two had moved to a booth.  In fact, it
was the booth that he and Bridget had sat in so many times, which was
odd, because he'd allowed Julie to pick the booth.  Bridget, Eric
noticed, was nowhere to be seen.  He was sure she was watching, though.
 
    At the moment, there was a lull in the conversation.  Eric
finally got up his courage and asked, "You want to dance?"
 
    Julie only paused for a second.  "Sure."  He got up and
took her hand, walking over to the jukebox, which had become silent
only moments before.  He picked three songs, and they headed for the
dance floor.
 
    All of the songs Eric had chosen were slow songs, and Julie
smiled demurely at him as she put her arms around his neck.  He gently
took hold of her waist, and they began moving together.  Eric wondered
just what payment his body was going to demand for its cooperation
tonight, because for once he felt like he wasn't going to fall apart in
her presence.
 
    The two danced together without saying anything.  At the
end of the second song, Julie pulled him closer to her.  They were now
in a much tighter embrace, and she laid her head against his shoulder
as the song began.  The couple moved in small circles on the dance
floor, not really going anywhere.  This was probably a good thing for
Eric, since he didn't want to push his body parts into rebellion.  His
only problem was that there was a specific body part that was
cooperating a little too vigorously, and as tightly as Julie was
pressed against him, she had to be able to feel it.
 
    At the end of the song, Julie pulled back from him, but
didn't let him go.  She smiled warmly at him, and his heart decided it
wasn't needed for a few beats.  She leaned forward slowly, and he did,
too, hoping against hope that what he thought she was doing was what
she was doing.
 
    Their lips met shortly thereafter, and Eric was certain his
heart had called it a night entirely.  He decided it didn't matter,
though.  If he died right here in this moment, he would die happy.
 
    Somehow, his heart was coaxed back into doing its job, and
he made it through the kiss, though he felt quite dizzy.  Julie
continued to smile at him.  Finally, she stepped away, reaching for his
hand as she did so.  She wasn't leading him back to their table,
however, but toward the door.  He had trouble keeping his eyebrows down
where they belonged, so surprised was he at this turn of events.
 
    When they got outside, Julie looked around before she
turned to Eric.  "Which one's yours?"
 
    He smiled at her, trying not to look completely stupid, and
then he led her over to his car.  He unlocked it, and politely helped
her into her seat.  He walked around and got in himself, and started
the car, before a question arose in his mind... but wasn't *that* a
pick-up line, too?  He decided he didn't have much choice if he wanted
the information.
 
    "Your place, or mine?"
 
    "Mine," she said quietly, smiling over at him.  He didn't
understand what it was he'd done that had allowed what appeared to be
happening to be happening, but he wasn't going to question it now.  He
drove out of the parking lot, and followed her directions to her
place.  It didn't take long, and before he knew it, he was pulling into
the parking garage of her building.  He turned the car off and sighed,
before he dared do anything.
 
    "You coming?" Julie asked him.  She'd already opened her
door and gotten out, and was now looking back at him.  Eric nodded to
her, and opened his own door.  His legs decided it was time to protest
again, insinuating that they might not hold him up.  His brain slapped
them down soundly this time, with a little help from his libido.  He
walked behind her to the elevator.
 
    The ride up was silent, and more than a little
uncomfortable for Eric.  He wasn't used to 'taking girls home' like
this.  Worse, she had taken *him* home, and that was odder yet.  He
followed her almost numbly out of the elevator and down the hall.  He
tried to remain calm as she unlocked the door, and he followed her
inside.  He turned to her as she locked the door, taking little to no
notice of the apartment itself.
 
    When Julie turned to face Eric, she had already undone
every button on her blouse.  She nearly threw herself against him, and
their lips locked instantly.  He was startled, but his libido seemed to
carry him now, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing back and
caressing her back.  Her tongue wormed its way out, and insistently
pressed against his lips until he parted them, allowing the slick
invader deep into his own territory, where his own tongue dueled with
hers, the sensuous battle appearing to be an even match.
 
    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 sank easily into her moist depths.  Julie's back
arched, pushing her head deeply 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 was 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.
 
 
 
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    "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.
 
 
 
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    "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
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    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.
 
 
 
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    "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.
 
 
 
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    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."
 
 
 
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