EroticReverie

Juliette Jane James

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. 

Those were the only words going through my mind as Jameson brought his lips to mine. 

I was kissing him. His lips, were on mine. This was happening, oh my god, it was fucking happening. 

He smelled good, so fucking good and somehow I felt like an amateur, like I'd never even kissed a guy before. I don't remember ever being this nervous for a first kiss with a guy. I had goosebumps the second his lips hit mine, and suddenly I fotgot what to do with my mouth, with my hands, where to put them and what to do. 

He kissed me soft, then waited the briefest moment before pushing his lips back to mine. Our lips parting between each soft kiss. 

I couldn't believe this was happening. His one hand slid behind my neck to my nape, cradling it as his other hand slipped to my waist and then slid behind my lower back and pulled me in tighter. 

A faint whimper came from my throat and then I heard him inhale deeply as our mouths parted, and his forehead came to mine. 

"Juliette.." he says my name and I shake my head. 

"no, don't stop" I say and my hands slide up his chest to his face and I grab him and pull his mouth back to mine. 

He groans as our mouths take the next step, parting slightly, the barest amount of tongue playing at each others mouths and touching as we kiss. My panties are wetter than they've ever fucking been, and i can't believe I'm living out preteen me's dream of making out with Jameson Taylor. 

My hands move from his face to his chest and I slide my hands down and behind him and pull him into me as I roll my hips slightly into him as he has me against the counter.

His hands are both on my waist and a low groan comes from his throat as our breathing speeds up and our mouths keep moving.

"We should stop before-" he says

I shake my head and pull him into me as I push up on my toes to get to his mouth again and he grabs my waist and pulls me to the side gently and I gasp excitedly as he lifts me to the counter and I Immediately pull him between my legs and wrap them around him as our tongue make their way into dirty porn tongue territory. 

His hands go to my hips and then slide along the side of my thighs and I moan into his mouth as he reaches the hem of my dress, already lifted and moving up from having him between my legs, and his fingers push up under the dress. 

Hell yes. Hell yes. Hell fucking yes. Is all I can think as he grabs at my thighs and pulls me towards the edge of the counter and I moan into his mouth as he pushes his hips into me and grinds himself against me. His excitement, clear as fucking day as his hard cock pushes against my panties through his jeans. 

"This isn't why I ask you over here Jul-" 

I cut him off again with another kiss. 

"This is so hot" I breathe into his mouth. "Please don't stop yet" 

I see a small smile on his lips as I go to kiss them and part them with my tongue and I can't help myself I'm the first to bite, I take his lower lip between my teeth and tug and get a little groan from him and those finger tips dig into the backs of my thighs. 

I'm so god damn horny, I don't even realize I'm full on humping him, my hips rolling, my ass moving on the counter as I tease his dick with my body, grinding against him. 

I was being so fucking easy. Did Jameson like or dislike it? Was he put off by the fact I was letting him put his hands up my dress and make out with me within minutes of being here? 

I pull back and catch him with his eyes closed, mouth partially open. He opens his eyes, breathing heavy and his lids hooded as he looks at me. 

"I...I'm sorry" I say and he cocks a brow. 

"For?" he asks as his hands smooth down the sides of my legs and he pulls the hem of my dress back down without looking down. 

I lick my lips and look at him. 

"I just....attacked you ...like...like some kind of harlot." I say and he laughs and I scrunch my nose. 

"God, im so embarrassed" I say lifting my hands to my face, but he immediately takes them, bringing them down. 

"Hey, hey...don't be embarrassed...I should be the one apologizing, Im the one who initiated it...and ...I don't think you're a harlot Juliette" he laughs. 

"There's nothing wrong with us making out..unless you didn't enjoy it." he says. 

I shake my head. "No, I definitely enjoyed it..like...too much" 

He laughs slightly and puts his hands on my waist. 

"No such thing." he says and leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. 

"I definitely enjoyed it too. And if you want to...we should definitely do more of that later...but I really do want to have dinner with you." he says with a little smile. 

I nod. "Yeah, dinner, of course" I say as I look at his puffy lips and lift a finger to my own. 

He smiles and takes my hand, kisses and then helps me off the counter. I bite my lip as he guides me to the table and gestures to the place set for me. 

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I lose my nerves once the conversation start to flow naturally. We talk about back when we were kids, we talk a bit about out parents, he tells me about college. i can't take my eyes off him though, the entire dinner. Making eye contact with Jameson's blue eyes, was my new favorite hobby. 

After dinner , I tried to offer to help him clean the dishes, he insisted that neither of us was doing dishes on our first date. My stomach fluttered hearing him say it. We were on a date. This was a date. I was on a date with the man on of my child hood dreams and I could barely contain the smile that threatened to take over my whole face. 

He refilled our wine glasses and then brought the into his living room. His tv was planted on the wall, a floating big screen and we both sat on the couch facing it across the room. 

We settled on a comedy special on Netflix, he lifted his arm to the back of the couch and nodded for me to move closer. I couldnt help my blushing as I slid closer , my leg to his, my side to his as I held my wine glass and he pressed play. 

My mouth was dying for more of that kiss from earlier, of his hot hands on my thighs, but I just licked my lips and took a sip of wine, trying to calm my raging libido. 

I was able to focus somewhat on the television, and eventually fell into the comedy special, and found I couldn't stop laughing. Giggling here, bursts of laughter coming from each of us when the joke was exceptionally funny. 

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Jameson Joseph Taylor

I couldn't stop picturing her naked. All throughout that kiss, and dinner, and even now when those god damn dimples of hers that were one just cute dimples that she had as a kid. Now... now they were fucking sexy. I kept watching her each time she laughed, the way her eyes closed and her head went back slightly, the way her breasts moved in her top when she laughed harder. 

All I could think about was having my hands on her again, and I couldnt decide if this was wrong. Not only for the fact she was a patient...a patient that I'd willingly given an inappropriate breast exam to in my office, but she was the little sister of my best friend from my teenage years. Even if I wasn't close to him anymore, I still felt wrong about it, like I was doing something awful.  But, her mouth tasted so fucking good, and her skin was soft on her legs , and my mind kept picturing those barbell nipple rings, and that hood piercing she had down below. 

I set my wine glass to the side on the end table, then reach over and put my hand over hers on her wine glass. She's laughing at the tv when she stops and looks at my hand and then up at me. I smile and feel her fingers lose their grip and let me take it from her. 

I turn and place it on the end table , then turn back to her and find her with her lower lip drawn into her mouth as she pushes a piece of loose hair from her face and I look at her for a moment, feeling the new tension, the one we'd erased through dinner, and the beginning of this show, it was back and I wanted to put my mouth and hands back on her. 

I turn slightly and lift my hand to her face as I lean in and she inhales slightly and I bring my lips to hers. 

My hand pulls her gently into the kiss deeper, pressing my mouth harder to hers, and she moans against my lips. I spend the next few minutes, with my tongue playing with her mouth, teasing through our kiss, drawing back slightly, making her chase my mouth, before I push forward and have her leaned back against the couch.

My mouth leaves hers to discover new territory, along her jaw. My lips brush the edge of her jaw as they go to her neck and she tilts her head to the side on a moan to give me better access. 

My hand on the side of her face, moves to her shoulder, then across the swell of her breasts , my fingers just grazing lightly and I smile against her neck as I feel her chest lift at the touch. 

She's biting her lip with her eyes closed when I look up at her as I move my lips down to her collarbone. 

My hand now slides over the shoulder near my mouth, and my fingers toy with the thin little strap holding up her dress. 

Her breathing is frantic and the tiniest whimpers come from her as I slip the strap to the side to kiss her shoulder and then bite it softly, before moving my mouth back to her collar bone and nipping her there as she hisses through her teeth. 

My hand wants to go between those legs, to her center, to her pretty pussy and see how wet she is. But I only allow my hand to go to her waist on the other side of her body, sliding my hand behind her and gently pulling her body , so she scoots herself forward and leans back a bit more. I grab her by the waist when it's enough and I start to move my mouth down from her collar bone and over her upper chest. 

I don't move her dress, I don't pull it down or expose anymore of those great fucking tits , I let my mouth cover the skin that's exposed first. 

Kissing, licking, my tongue dipping down into the line of her cleavage and she moans and grabs my hair in her fingers and I grin against her flesh as I move to her other breast and kiss over her there, softly , teasing her as her body pushes , her back arching and her tits lifting higher in the air as she reacts. 

"I want to kiss you everywhere Juliette" I whisper against her breast. 

"yes" she she replies almost breathlessly, so quiet and hushed as she grabs my face and pulls me back up to her mouth. Her mouth having patiently waited, she pulls me into a hard kiss and then her tongue is in my mouth.

"It's my turn" she says as she pushes herself up. As she kisses me she turns and moves over me, lifting her leg over me to straddle my lap and I groan at the position she's put us in.