EroticReverie

Juliette

I was mortified. Horny. But also, mortified. 

I'd just tried to seduce Jameson Taylor, my forever crush, under the pretense of a breast exam. God, I was a pervert. 

I felt bad, guilty. Jameson had always been a good guy, and it was clear that I'd just put him through a serious moral dilemma. 

I now owed him ANOTHER apology. 

I change back into my clothes quickly, and avoid making eye contact with anyone on my way out of the doctors office. A dirty feeling crawling over me at what I'd just had him do to me. 

Maybe he just didn't want to, but I knew that wasn't true. I saw the way he watched me last night, and saw the way he stared at me today, my breasts. Fighting an urge the entire time. The tension rolling off him was as thick as the tension rolling off of me. 

I was so wet, so god damn fucking wet as I threw my purse into my car and quickly got in and shut the door. 

I groaned and put my hands on the wheel and my forehead too. Shaking my head. 

"You are such an asshole Juliette!" I scold myself.

"fucking slut" I degrade myself. 

"He's a doctor!" I yell at myself. "A doctor! And you went in there making him give you a breast exam instead of just saying you wanted to fuck!" I yell and slap my wheel and lift my head as a knock at my window startles me. 

I shriek and my heart beats at the sight of the white coat and Jamesons face as he bends over slightly. 

I wasnt yelling at myself loud enough for him to have heard, but I flush red all the same. 

I hold up one finger, then stick my key into the ignition and turn on the car and roll down my window. 

"You okay?" he asks and I nod. 

"Yeah, um. I was going to...I...shit...Jameson" I groan and bury my face in my hand and then look at him. 

"I'm so sorry" I say. 

"I...I shouldnt have asked you to do that...or...touched you like that." I say. 

"I...god...I feel so bad. You're a doctor. A good one! And I should NOT have done that." I say and he just lets me ramble on. 

"You have always been a good guy, and I just made you do bad things. I made you go against your doctors code or whatever, and shit...Im so sorry. I dont know why I did that...I'm sorry" I say. 

I'm silent, not even looking at him as I rambled on, and then I turn my head and look at him. 

"Apology accepted." he says. 

"I'm sorry for not being more firm about the..uh...specially requested breast exam." he says and I bite my lips together. 

"I'm not a terrible person Jameson, I promise." I say, not knowing why, like he even cares. 

A small smile tugs on the corner of his mouth. 

"I don't think you're terrible Juliette. Quite the opposite actually." he says and I blink and look at him. 

"Listen....I...." he's the one to to start speaking and I just listen. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. 

"I....I would like to take you out to dinner sometime." he says. 

My eyes go wide as saucers.

"....im sorry, what?" I ask in disbelief. 

"did you...i thought...." he starts to ramble now.

"Shit, I thought....god, I guess I misread this. Fuck." he says and goes to walk off. 

"Wait!" I call and he turns. 

"I'm sorry, that was just a surprised what..not a...are you out of your mind what...yes. Yes. " I say as I nod. 

"I want you to take me out." I say.

"To dinner." I add. 

A smile shy smile passes his lips and he lifts his hand behind his neck. 

"yeah?" he asks and I smile and nod. 

He was even hotter when he seemed to now know what a fucking catch her was, to not know that there was no way any woman could ever turn him down. 

"Definitely." I say and he smiles. 

"Alright." he says. 

"Good. Great." he says and I nod. 

He looks back to the building and then to me. 

"I'll get your number from the charts, and text you, okay?" he asks. 

I nod.

"Alright, well...I have to get back in there." he says and tilts his head towards the office building.

I nod. "Of course. I'll...talk to you later then" I say and he smiles and nods. 

"Have a good day Juliette." he says as he takes a step backward. 

"You too Doctor." 

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I squeal as the door closes behind him and he gives me a wave from the door and I wave back. 

"Oh my god!" I scream and kick my feet against the floor , stomping and screaming , slapping the sides of my faces excitedly. 

My mini freak out lasts way too long as I giggle and squeal like a lunatic. 

A few minutes later my phone sounds and I pull it from my purse. 

 A new number shows up. 

"This is Jameson." 

I bite my lip and squeal at the fact I ...Juliette Jane James, have Jameson Joseph Taylor's number in my phone now. Little girl Juliette would shit her fucking pants if she knew this day would actually come. 

"And this is Juliette." I reply. 

"Do you have plans tonight?" he replies.

"No." I answer.

"Would you like to dinner tonight?" he asks and I squeal. 

"sure." I type. Then backspace. "Yes, tonight would be great." I reply. 

"Perfect. Would you mind if I cooked for you instead of us going out?" he asks. 

Jesus. He wanted to cook for me?! 

"That sounds great." I reply. 

"Perfect. I'll text you the address. How does 7 sound?" he asks. 

"Sounds good to me. Should I bring anything?" I ask. 

"No, I've got it all covered." he replies.

"Any requests for dinner?" he asks afterwards. 

Other than for him to bend me over and fuck me on the table at some point, no, I had no requests. 

"I'm allergic to shellfish. Other than that, I like anything from easy mac to filet mignon" I reply. 

"easy mac?" he replies. 

"Are you asking me if that's okay, if so, yes. But if you're being judgy, I'm calling off this date." I reply. 

"Wait...i mean, calling off this dinner." I reply.

"Sorry." I add. 

"This IS a date Juliette." he replies. 

"Oh. Okay. Good." I reply. 

"No easy mac tonight, I'll leave that for you to make next time." he replies. 

Next time? He already wanted to have dinner with me again??? Hell. Yes. 

"Deal." I reply. 

"I have to get back to work.  433 Juniper Lane in Great Falls" he types. 

"Alright. See you at 7." I type.

"See you at 7 Juliette"