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Psychiatrists Forbidden Encounter with a Seductive Teenage Patient I was watching the sunbeam from the window of my psychiatry office, it had gone from my encyclopedia set to the latest addition of the DSM over the last two appointments. I had almost an hour to wait now, Mrs. Jenkins had cancelled this week. Fred would be here at 4 for my last appointment of the day. Fred was never much fun, he was a paranoid xenophobic. Coming to my office was the only time he went outside anymore and that was only because his mom had told him otherwise she was taking him back to the mental ward. I had gotten my bachelor's from Princeton and then went to Cornell for my doctorate. I had married my college girlfriend Nancy and I had a pretty good academic career. I was on the fast track to some administrative positions on governmental commissions but turned them down since I wanted to get into patient care, which is why I entered the field in the first place. Nancy and I had moved to downtown Atlanta where she grew up, and I had really been drawn to the idea of helping at risk kids pull their lives together, as I had a suspicion the high number of teenagers that were held back in the city might have been held back for mental reasons as much as anything else. …but everything was about to change
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Psychiatrists Forbidden Encounter with a Seductive Teenage Patient
I was watching the sunbeam from the window of my psychiatry office, it had gone from my encyclopedia set to the latest addition of the DSM over the last two appointments. I had almost an hour to wait now, Mrs. Jenkins had cancelled this week. Fred would be here at 4 for my last appointment of the day. Fred was never much fun, he was a paranoid xenophobic. Coming to my office was the only time he went outside anymore and that was only because his mom had told him otherwise she was taking him back to the mental ward.
I had gotten my bachelor's from Princeton and then went to Cornell for my doctorate. I had married my college girlfriend Nancy and I had a pretty good academic career. I was on the fast track to some administrative positions on governmental commissions but turned them down since I wanted to get into patient care, which is why I entered the field in the first place. Nancy and I had moved to downtown Atlanta where she grew up, and I had really been drawn to the idea of helping at risk kids pull their lives together, as I had a suspicion the high number of teenagers that were held back in the city might have been held back for mental reasons as much as anything else.
Things were very good for a few years, my marriage was good, the practice was thriving and I was really enjoying feeling like I had put a lot of kids back on the right path and a solid number of my troubled flock were even attending junior college. It was at that point that Nancy had decided she wanted a family and I completely agreed. We had never thought it would be hard to conceive children but after 6 months of trying, we decided to get checked out.
My plumbing came back just fine so Nancy went to a specialist. That night was when I learned my wife had aggressive stage III cancer of the cervix and ovaries. Worse than that, in a few weeks it was clear the cancer was spreading already. The next year was very painful as I watch my wife get sicker and sicker until she needed round the clock care. I am sure you can tell what came next, as she died that summer.
It was brutal on me, my heart felt hardened and I ended up diving into my work and increased my patient load. The positive results of my patients was the only joy I felt anymore, and it was my total focus.
That was six years ago that all happened and I hadn't been on a date with a single woman or had a single intimate encounter in that time. I just wasn't interested. After losing the one woman who had challenged and driven me, and then watching her crumble before me, I honestly don't remember even feeling the slightest ping of sexual interest in anyone. I was nearly 50 now, still stayed in pretty good shape as I always enjoyed running. It was such a release of the pain I used to carry, and now was a habit, at least it was a healthy one.
My buzzer rang pulling me out of my nostalgia. "Yes Carol?"
"Dr. Davenport, I have a Julie Martel here to see you if you can. It's about her daughter Adrianna."
"Sure Carol, send her in."
I got up to meet her at the door. "Hello Mrs. Martel."
"Hello Dr. Davenport." She replied as she took a seat.
"Please, call me Roger."
"Ok, well Roger, it's about my daughter Adrianna. We have tried so hard to provide for her and give her a good life. My husband came over to America from Portugal and we have built a strong home. We have two kids who are both in college. Adrianna should be too but she has been held back once already."
"I see, continue"
"Well, at first I assumed she was just acting out and would grow out of it but things are getting worse. We have found marijuana in her dresser, she tries to wear more and more inappropriate outfits, and she turned 18 last year and if she gets in trouble again, it will go on her permanent record."
"A valid concern Julie. So Adrianna's main issues are acting out with drugs and, if I have it right, promiscuity?"
"I didn't think so, despite her other behaviors and suggestibility, she never seemed to have that much interest in boys other than teasing them. . . but. . . but then. Oh lord!" Julie began to sob into a handkerchief from her purse.
I sat next to her and comforted her. "What? What happened?"
"Oh. I am so ashamed. Adrianna, she. . . she slept with her teacher." Julie broke into another chorus of sobs.
"Oh, well you shouldn't be ashamed, that teacher should be. Have you notified the authorities?"
"Yes, but because he denies it and Adrianna is 18, they won't press charges. The school has suspended him without pay and I think he will be fired, but nothing more. Please help my little girl before she gets in trouble she can't get out of. You come highly recommended from the Maldonaldo's."
I thought for a moment, she must have meant Jesse. He was a troubled kid, obvious case of ADHD. A little medication and a bit of cognitive therapy and the kid did a 180. I hoped her daughter would be just as easy, for her mother's sake.
"Well, I would be happy to try Julie, set up an appointment with Carol for Adrianna. Give me an hour and a half to review with her. We will go from there."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Julie hugged me and I lead her to the door.
I didn't think much about it until I was buzzed by Carol the following Thursday at 4:00. Adrianna was coming from school and would be my last appointment of the day. She showed up with her mother and her mother told Adrianna to take Uber back to the house because she had to run some errands.
Adrianna was certainly a beautiful young lady, but didn't seem super racy or inappropriate to me. But I would learn.
She was about 5 foot 2, very trim. Not skinny so much, as she didn't appear frail, quite the opposite. She seemed to be very toned, and I had to assume she was a gym rat. I had expected over the top make up and a slutty outfit but she had very little makeup on, a muted lipstick, maybe some mascara but nothing more. She was again, very pretty, her face made me think she could pass as a sister to Jessica Alba. She had large round brown eyes, thin set on her face, a skinny nose, but not too skinny to be witch like, and she had a great smile.
Her skin was a bronzed tan, visible on her neck, face, on the shoulders coming out of her cotton blue tank top and on her legs coming out from her thigh length white skirt. She wore white flat sandals and her toes and fingers had matching french tips. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a pony tail. While she certainly was a stunning young woman, she wasn't at all what I imagined.
"Hello Adrianna, it's a pleasure to meet you." I said as I shook her hand.
"Hi Doctor." She gave me a tilted head smile and I swear watching those lips part halfway into the smile to show her pearl white teeth, it reminded me of the first smile I got from my wife. Just terrific.
Her hand was small and delicate, but at the same time strong and firm. Like the rest of her I thought to myself. I asked her if she wanted to sit or lay down and she decided to sit in the chair across from mine.
We chatted about mundane things, at first I wanted her to get comfortable. I have to admit, every time she looked around the room or down at her phone (which after three times I had to tell her to turn it off for the remainder of our session), I couldn't help but steal a glance at her legs. They were just so nice. Very slender, model style, and her legs made up a considerable portion of her height.
Besides the slender legs below the knee, when she crossed her legs the skirt rode up and showed the bottom part of her thighs. Her tan didn't change a bit, she must have got to tanning beds. Her thighs were fantastic. Rounded and tone, definitely a woman who worked hard to have them look so nice. Not a single wave of cellulite or a blemish to be seen. Her tan was accentuated by the white of her skirt. I hadn't found myself paying so much attention to a female in a long time.
We moved on to how school was going. She gave me the typical excuses of a middle class teen who didn't want to have to do any work. Her teachers don't like her, she is under too much pressure, she just doesn't have time for homework. I wanted to prod her along with the fact that she seemed to have enough time to shop for clothes to cover her tanned toned body, but would never be so inappropriate.
We were about 20 minutes into our session when I made the first push. "So Adrianna, I would now like you to tell me a bit about your relationship with your teacher. Your mother told me about it, but I want to hear your side of the story."
She looked instantly uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat. "You want to hear about what happened with me and Mr. Jenkins?"
"If that is the one who you had intercourse with, then yes."
"Her ears got bright red, and she got much more timid. She uncrossed her legs and put her elbows on her knees and blew out a big breath.
God, even her knees were sexy. No scars from childhood, no bony structures sticking out, just round and smooth and golden brown. I felt the slightest jolt from my testicles. I hadn't felt anything in so long it startled me. I wasn't sure if it was looking at her petite demur frame and delicious skin and face or the thought of hearing her devious escapade with her teacher. I had listened to many illicit tales from my patients before, not sure why this was different.
"Well . . . " She looked right at me. "It's . . um . . . I don't really feel comfortable talking about it."
"Would you feel better if you laid on the couch? You wouldn't see me, you could pretend you were talking to the ceiling, or the wall."
"Ok, yeah, let's try that." She bounced up, her small but perky breasts didn't wobble, but stood out and pronounced. This young lady was the proof that large breasts were not important, they could be more than compensated for in other ways. In every way this young lady did. Got my mouth was watering!!!!
I watched as she turned perpendicular to me and ran her hands over the back of her skirt to smooth it out as she sat down. It made her skirt billow, and I couldn't help but wish it had gone just a bit higher. I really wondered what kind of panties she had on.
She sat down and then spun on her tight little butt, laying full length on my couch, her pony tail flipped over the couch arm, her head resting on the arm. I could see the lower part of her torso and her legs, those awesome fucking legs. Jesus they looked even better from this angle. Down to her delicate ankles and feminine feet, topped with french tips. Her feet were offset by her white sandals like her legs with the skirt. My god I had never wanted to lick a woman's skin like I did on this teen dream.
"Ok, so Adrianna, tell me how this started. From the beginning." I had to adjust my posture, one because my boxers were riding up, two because I had grown a 3/4 hard on and was trying to keep it from showing just in case. God help me if I had to get up for some reason.
"Well, Mr. Jenkins is a pretty strict teacher. I have US History with him. Not only does he give us homework almost every night, it is always in long answer form, plus pop quizzes, plus tests and a term paper!"
"I see, well believe it or not Adrianna, that is that rare. Continue . . ." I reached over and grabbed my mini recorder, happy I remembered it, I wanted this conversation on tape for sure.
"Well, it's really hard, I have so many classes, and I have so much homework, I just couldn't keep up."
"You mom said you had been held back. Why was that Adrianna?"
She sounded hurt by this, "Well. . . I didn't get a 2.0 GPA so they told me I had to do senior year over again to graduate. Otherwise I have to do a GED and dad told me if I went that route I have to get my own place to live. I can't afford that."
"Do you have a job?"
"No."
"So what do you do with all your time, without a job you should have time for homework."
"Hey, quit picking on me!"
"Adrianna, I am just being honest, trust me as you get older, you will find no one will give you a free ride. You are pretty girl but looks don't last as long as you think. Anyway, back to how you ended up in that situation with Mr. Jenkins."
"So it was getting near THE END
I had gotten my bachelor's from Princeton and then went to Cornell for my doctorate. I had married my college girlfriend Nancy and I had a pretty good academic career. I was on the fast track to some administrative positions on governmental commissions but turned them down since I wanted to get into patient care, which is why I entered the field in the first place. Nancy and I had moved to downtown Atlanta where she grew up, and I had really been drawn to the idea of helping at risk kids pull their lives together, as I had a suspicion the high number of teenagers that were held back in the city might have been held back for mental reasons as much as anything else.
Things were very good for a few years, my marriage was good, the practice was thriving and I was really enjoying feeling like I had put a lot of kids back on the right path and a solid number of my troubled flock were even attending junior college. It was at that point that Nancy had decided she wanted a family and I completely agreed. We had never thought it would be hard to conceive children but after 6 months of trying, we decided to get checked out.
My plumbing came back just fine so Nancy went to a specialist. That night was when I learned my wife had aggressive stage III cancer of the cervix and ovaries. Worse than that, in a few weeks it was clear the cancer was spreading already. The next year was very painful as I watch my wife get sicker and sicker until she needed round the clock care. I am sure you can tell what came next, as she died that summer.
It was brutal on me, my heart felt hardened and I ended up diving into my work and increased my patient load. The positive results of my patients was the only joy I felt anymore, and it was my total focus.
That was six years ago that all happened and I hadn't been on a date with a single woman or had a single intimate encounter in that time. I just wasn't interested. After losing the one woman who had challenged and driven me, and then watching her crumble before me, I honestly don't remember even feeling the slightest ping of sexual interest in anyone. I was nearly 50 now, still stayed in pretty good shape as I always enjoyed running. It was such a release of the pain I used to carry, and now was a habit, at least it was a healthy one.
My buzzer rang pulling me out of my nostalgia. "Yes Carol?"
"Dr. Davenport, I have a Julie Martel here to see you if you can. It's about her daughter Adrianna."
"Sure Carol, send her in."
I got up to meet her at the door. "Hello Mrs. Martel."
"Hello Dr. Davenport." She replied as she took a seat.
"Please, call me Roger."
"Ok, well Roger, it's about my daughter Adrianna. We have tried so hard to provide for her and give her a good life. My husband came over to America from Portugal and we have built a strong home. We have two kids who are both in college. Adrianna should be too but she has been held back once already."
"I see, continue"
"Well, at first I assumed she was just acting out and would grow out of it but things are getting worse. We have found marijuana in her dresser, she tries to wear more and more inappropriate outfits, and she turned 18 last year and if she gets in trouble again, it will go on her permanent record."
"A valid concern Julie. So Adrianna's main issues are acting out with drugs and, if I have it right, promiscuity?"
"I didn't think so, despite her other behaviors and suggestibility, she never seemed to have that much interest in boys other than teasing them. . . but. . . but then. Oh lord!" Julie began to sob into a handkerchief from her purse.
I sat next to her and comforted her. "What? What happened?"
"Oh. I am so ashamed. Adrianna, she. . . she slept with her teacher." Julie broke into another chorus of sobs.
"Oh, well you shouldn't be ashamed, that teacher should be. Have you notified the authorities?"
"Yes, but because he denies it and Adrianna is 18, they won't press charges. The school has suspended him without pay and I think he will be fired, but nothing more. Please help my little girl before she gets in trouble she can't get out of. You come highly recommended from the Maldonaldo's."
I thought for a moment, she must have meant Jesse. He was a troubled kid, obvious case of ADHD. A little medication and a bit of cognitive therapy and the kid did a 180. I hoped her daughter would be just as easy, for her mother's sake.
"Well, I would be happy to try Julie, set up an appointment with Carol for Adrianna. Give me an hour and a half to review with her. We will go from there."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Julie hugged me and I lead her to the door.
I didn't think much about it until I was buzzed by Carol the following Thursday at 4:00. Adrianna was coming from school and would be my last appointment of the day. She showed up with her mother and her mother told Adrianna to take Uber back to the house because she had to run some errands.
Adrianna was certainly a beautiful young lady, but didn't seem super racy or inappropriate to me. But I would learn.
She was about 5 foot 2, very trim. Not skinny so much, as she didn't appear frail, quite the opposite. She seemed to be very toned, and I had to assume she was a gym rat. I had expected over the top make up and a slutty outfit but she had very little makeup on, a muted lipstick, maybe some mascara but nothing more. She was again, very pretty, her face made me think she could pass as a sister to Jessica Alba. She had large round brown eyes, thin set on her face, a skinny nose, but not too skinny to be witch like, and she had a great smile.
Her skin was a bronzed tan, visible on her neck, face, on the shoulders coming out of her cotton blue tank top and on her legs coming out from her thigh length white skirt. She wore white flat sandals and her toes and fingers had matching french tips. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a pony tail. While she certainly was a stunning young woman, she wasn't at all what I imagined.
"Hello Adrianna, it's a pleasure to meet you." I said as I shook her hand.
"Hi Doctor." She gave me a tilted head smile and I swear watching those lips part halfway into the smile to show her pearl white teeth, it reminded me of the first smile I got from my wife. Just terrific.
Her hand was small and delicate, but at the same time strong and firm. Like the rest of her I thought to myself. I asked her if she wanted to sit or lay down and she decided to sit in the chair across from mine.
We chatted about mundane things, at first I wanted her to get comfortable. I have to admit, every time she looked around the room or down at her phone (which after three times I had to tell her to turn it off for the remainder of our session), I couldn't help but steal a glance at her legs. They were just so nice. Very slender, model style, and her legs made up a considerable portion of her height.
Besides the slender legs below the knee, when she crossed her legs the skirt rode up and showed the bottom part of her thighs. Her tan didn't change a bit, she must have got to tanning beds. Her thighs were fantastic. Rounded and tone, definitely a woman who worked hard to have them look so nice. Not a single wave of cellulite or a blemish to be seen. Her tan was accentuated by the white of her skirt. I hadn't found myself paying so much attention to a female in a long time.
We moved on to how school was going. She gave me the typical excuses of a middle class teen who didn't want to have to do any work. Her teachers don't like her, she is under too much pressure, she just doesn't have time for homework. I wanted to prod her along with the fact that she seemed to have enough time to shop for clothes to cover her tanned toned body, but would never be so inappropriate.
We were about 20 minutes into our session when I made the first push. "So Adrianna, I would now like you to tell me a bit about your relationship with your teacher. Your mother told me about it, but I want to hear your side of the story."
She looked instantly uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat. "You want to hear about what happened with me and Mr. Jenkins?"
"If that is the one who you had intercourse with, then yes."
"Her ears got bright red, and she got much more timid. She uncrossed her legs and put her elbows on her knees and blew out a big breath.
God, even her knees were sexy. No scars from childhood, no bony structures sticking out, just round and smooth and golden brown. I felt the slightest jolt from my testicles. I hadn't felt anything in so long it startled me. I wasn't sure if it was looking at her petite demur frame and delicious skin and face or the thought of hearing her devious escapade with her teacher. I had listened to many illicit tales from my patients before, not sure why this was different.
"Well . . . " She looked right at me. "It's . . um . . . I don't really feel comfortable talking about it."
"Would you feel better if you laid on the couch? You wouldn't see me, you could pretend you were talking to the ceiling, or the wall."
"Ok, yeah, let's try that." She bounced up, her small but perky breasts didn't wobble, but stood out and pronounced. This young lady was the proof that large breasts were not important, they could be more than compensated for in other ways. In every way this young lady did. Got my mouth was watering!!!!
I watched as she turned perpendicular to me and ran her hands over the back of her skirt to smooth it out as she sat down. It made her skirt billow, and I couldn't help but wish it had gone just a bit higher. I really wondered what kind of panties she had on.
She sat down and then spun on her tight little butt, laying full length on my couch, her pony tail flipped over the couch arm, her head resting on the arm. I could see the lower part of her torso and her legs, those awesome fucking legs. Jesus they looked even better from this angle. Down to her delicate ankles and feminine feet, topped with french tips. Her feet were offset by her white sandals like her legs with the skirt. My god I had never wanted to lick a woman's skin like I did on this teen dream.
"Ok, so Adrianna, tell me how this started. From the beginning." I had to adjust my posture, one because my boxers were riding up, two because I had grown a 3/4 hard on and was trying to keep it from showing just in case. God help me if I had to get up for some reason.
"Well, Mr. Jenkins is a pretty strict teacher. I have US History with him. Not only does he give us homework almost every night, it is always in long answer form, plus pop quizzes, plus tests and a term paper!"
"I see, well believe it or not Adrianna, that is that rare. Continue . . ." I reached over and grabbed my mini recorder, happy I remembered it, I wanted this conversation on tape for sure.
"Well, it's really hard, I have so many classes, and I have so much homework, I just couldn't keep up."
"You mom said you had been held back. Why was that Adrianna?"
She sounded hurt by this, "Well. . . I didn't get a 2.0 GPA so they told me I had to do senior year over again to graduate. Otherwise I have to do a GED and dad told me if I went that route I have to get my own place to live. I can't afford that."
"Do you have a job?"
"No."
"So what do you do with all your time, without a job you should have time for homework."
"Hey, quit picking on me!"
"Adrianna, I am just being honest, trust me as you get older, you will find no one will give you a free ride. You are pretty girl but looks don't last as long as you think. Anyway, back to how you ended up in that situation with Mr. Jenkins."
"So it was getting near THE END
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