This choice: You and Julie actually have a pretty good talk • Go Back...Chapter #5The Good Doctor by: chaos   “…So I was going to ask her out when I saw her in the cafeteria. I had a whole speech planned out and had thought up some really good pick-up lines, but as I was going to her table I tripped over my own feet and did a face-plant into my own food tray. Everyone was laughing at me as chocolate pudding ran down my face, including the girl I was going to ask out. I can’t even say her name now without feeling totally embarrassed.”
Dr. Winters snorts softly, not a full-blown laugh or a polite chuckle, but a small sound of humor over you're embarrassing, if not slightly funny, story. You’ve been talking to her for a couple hours now, at first just making small talk, but slowly you started opening up. You haven’t really been talking about your problems; your shrinking disease hasn’t even been brought up once. It’s like your just sharing stories with a new friend that you feel comfortable about. Also, you may not be talking about your problems, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t getting good advice.
“High school chicks are lame, always worrying about their make up and the latest hip diet; you kids still say hip right?” You nod your head, even though the last time you heard anyone use the word hip was in a bad nineties action movie. Dr. Winters doesn’t seem t care as she goes back to giving you her sage advice. “Yeah, high school girls suck. I can’t tell you all the grade A bitches I knew when I went to school. If you got to date, go out with older women, they have their heads on strait.”
“Date grannies, got it,” you tease and get a mocking reproachful look from the blond doctor. She’d been sitting at her desk when you started talking, but after an hour she said the seat was hurting her butt so she came over to the big, comfy couch you’d been sitting on and plopped down right beside you. She looked perfectly content sitting there, her naked feet resting on her coffee table. Not very sanitary, but she owns the place.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be giving you relationship advice. I’m not exactly the role model for healthy relationships. My old boyfriends have all been grungy, arrogant pricks that just want to fuck me and call them daddy,” Dr. Winters told you unabashed. She seemed to be able to do the whole opening up about yourself bit more then you do. She talks about her relationships, her parents, her problems a lot more directly then you. It kinda feels like you’re the therapist more then her.
“Screw them, if all they can think about is sex then they aren’t worth your time, and those brats at my school are just the same. Screw them all I say, who needs them.” Dr. Winters nods to that before lifting her arms into the air and stretching. You notice her breasts move as she lifts her arms, able to tell right away that she isn’t wearing any bra. You quickly advert your eyes as Julie lowers her arms and gets to her feet.
“Crap, I think our times nearly up. Time really flies when you're having fun,” Dr. Winters groans as she walks back to her desk. You're feeling disappointed too, you never thought you would have enjoyed yourself as much as you have. You actually feel lighter after talking with Dr. Winters and want to talk more. She seemed genuinely interested in your life, more then your parents ever were. It was also just so freeing to talk to her, right now f she asked you about how you feel about your shrinking problem you’d totally come clean about everything.
You get up to head to the door, but she raises her hand to stop you. “Hold on a sec, I want to give you something.” She bends over to get something from the bottom shelf of her bookcase, inadvertently sticking her ass out for you to see. There’s more jeans covering her bottom then there is around her crotch or thigh, but you can still see the corners of her rump sticking out. The thick fishnet stockings, giving you just enough skin to get gawk at, thinly cover the smooth, soft skin. You could tell her butt was tightly packed into the jeans as they followed every curve of her buttocks perfectly. She probably bought them back when they weren’t this snug, but a little too much junk food and take out had caused them to become tighter. When she finally stands back up, you’ve memorized that round, big rump for your dreams later.
“Here, try reading this or don’t, doesn’t really matter to me,” she casually says as she drops a book into your hands. The cover has a big smiley face on it with the words ‘Taking Charge of Life’ in bold letters. Not your usual book, but you’ll give it a read, if only for a chance that Dr. Winters will bend down to get you another book.
“Thanks Dr. Winters.”
“Before you go kid, I need to tell you two important things. One, when it’s just you and me cut the Dr. Winter’s crap and just call me Julie. Two, try not to make it so obvious when you’re checking out my butt. I don’t mind you looking, but try not to drool.”
You wipe the back of your hand over your mouth and blush as Julie smirks at you, not bothered by the fact that a young, handsome boy was checking out her money maker. “See you next time. Dr…I mean, Julie,” you say as you leave, looking very forward to your next meeting with the blond, playful doctor.
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