The Doctor wants to make sure that Jamie's okay with Marriage

"Now, Jamie dear, I need you to think very carefully before you answer this." Margaret continued, a gentle smile on her handsome face. "I know it feels like there's a lot of pressure on you right now, but I need to hear a nice, honest answer, not just what your Mother wants. Is that okay? Can you be honest for me, sweetheart?" She leant forward across the table, and Jamie couldn't stop his gaze flickering longingly down to her big boobs again. It took a moment for his brain to catch up to what she'd asked, and when he realized he let out a strangled squeak of shock and blushed hot.

"Yes, ma'am." The boy gasped out. "Sorry...Doctor." He bit his lip, hoping she wouldn't get mad that he'd forgotten to call her that. What was she meaning to ask anyway? He shifted uncertainly on his chair. It sounded really important and now he was worried he'd mess up the answer somehow and make her not want to marry him anymore.

"Good boy, but my patients are the only ones I make call me Doctor Hampton. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to have some fun with you in my clinic someday, but until then, just Margaret is fine." She chuckled lightly, her silvery laughter ringing in his ears. Jamie wriggled in his seat, his hot blush spreading to his ears. This handsome older woman was definitely teasing him, and he found he...kind of liked it. Then her smile faded, and she looked expectantly across the table at him, her dark blue eyes fixed on his. "Now, sweetheart, here's what I need to know before we go any further. Is marrying me really what you want?"

"What?" Jamie gasped, shocked at the question. He'd been half-expecting her to demand to know how he was going to be a good, obedient husband to her. Now she was asking...if he wanted to marry her? He'd chosen her already hadn't he? "I....don't understand. I...do want..." He fell anxiously silent, not even sure what she wanted him to say.

"I know you're confused and nervous right now, so let me explain." Margaret cut in gently. "I've always wanted a family, but with my work in the clinic taking so much of my time, I'll be the first to admit I've never had much luck finding a man my own age. When your Mother got in touch and told me about you, how sweet, attentive and hardworking you were, and how you were so very eager to find a nice, older wife, I thought we'd make for a good match. Now I've met you, I'm even more convinced of that. I think you'll be a really great husband to whichever lucky woman you choose to marry." She paused a moment, as Jamie felt his chest grow warm at her kind words. He'd never had an older woman say these nice things about him before.

"Um...thank you very much." He breathed, glancing nervously down at the table. Now he couldn't help but worry what she was going to say next. Had she decided she didn't want him after all? Even after saying those nice things.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." She smiled again, but there was something pained in the look she gave him. "You really are something special, aren't you? But that's why I have to ask this now. Your Mother told me she let you choose who you wanted, and you chose me, but...you're still so young. I want you to think carefully. Don't worry about your Mother. I can handle her if it comes to that. Just answer me, nice and honestly. Is getting married really what you want?"

The question hung in the air between them for a moment, each word ringing in Jamie's ears. Momma hadn't asked him that. She'd just shown him that list of women and expected him to pick one. Whether he actually wanted to get married or not hadn't been important to her at all. Belle...had cared, but of course she had, she was his protective older sister. He wasn't sure she'd approve of him getting married no matter how it happened. This was different though. Margaret, a handsome, wealthy older woman, who'd admitted she thought he'd be a great husband, who wanted him to share her life, was still taking the time to make sure it was really what he wanted. And that...made the answer to her question very easy all of a sudden.

"Yes..." Jamie murmured shyly, his long lashes fluttering as he stared across the table at his soon-to-be bride. "I do want to get married, if it's to you, Margaret." He blushed again, his voice stumbling a little as he spoke her name for the very first time. That made it all seem so much more real, saying her name instead of ma'am like he always had for older women. He really was going to marry her soon...and he was happy with that.

"Thank you, Jamie." Margaret's relieved smile lit up her face, her blue eyes shining. She reached across the table and took his hand in hers. The boy gasped out as he felt her hold him there. Her hand was so big and warm...and the way her fingers gently stroked his skin felt really nice. "That means a lot to me. I promise you now that when we're married I'm going to treat you right. You'll be the happiest husband in the world once I'm through with you." She chuckled again, her beautiful laughter ringing in the air.

Jamie felt his ears glow red hot, and he knew his blush had to be absolutely scarlet by now. No matter that he was he was a good boy and a virgin still and her lovely, romantic promise had been perfectly innocent, he couldn't help but imagine some...rather naughty meaning to it. He shifted in his seat, feeling a naughty tightness in his nice, silky panties as his stiffening dick pressed against the fabric. Of course...that was a part of getting married, right? He'd be expected to satisfy his wife's needs, that was a husband's duty. Even if he didn't know very much about that at all aside from what he'd gleaned from Dad's very embarrassed explanation of the mechanics and then a few crude remarks the girls at school had shouted at him. He'd always been too ashamed to even try to find out more, no matter what little he knew had so excited him during his shameful sessions playing with himself under the blankets of his bed back home.

Now the thought of doing some of those...naughty things with Margaret had a certain wicked thrill he couldn't deny, one that made his belly flutter with anticipation of his coming wedding night. He couldn't help but imagine her larger body on top of his, her pillowy chest pressed against his face as she rode him firmly into the bed. He bit his lip, hoping she couldn't tell what he was thinking just from the look on his face. The last thing he wanted was for her to know how dirty his mind was. She was a really nice older lady, way nicer than Momma, but if she knew he was being such a naughty slut right now she'd probably decide to put him over her knee and teach him a good, hard lesson for their wedding night instead.

"Now, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Margaret smiled, thankfully oblivious as Jamie struggled with why even the thought of her spanking him just made his dick harder. "Some tea and sandwiches, and I think a nice piece of chocolate cake for my new fiancé, as a little treat for being so sweet to me. And while we're eating I want to hear everything there is to know about you, darling. What you like doing, what your favorite foods are, what subjects you enjoy in school, everything. Your Mother seems to think the wedding has to happen as soon as possible, and I want to make sure my home is perfect for you before then. Oh and the honeymoon of course. But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? For now, the food." She turned, raising her free hand to catch a waiter's attention. The other was still firmly placed on top of Jamie's own, her larger fingers settled on his wrist and holding it there with a gentle grip he knew was so much stronger than his own. The boy smiled eagerly, his heart fluttering with delight as he stared at the woman who was soon to be his wife. She was really nice, and so handsome too, and she had such nice, big boobs, even if a boy wasn't supposed to worry about things like that. How did he get so lucky?