Jennifer was going through Payne’s file, where Dr. Prentice had noted some intriguing details about his pornographic viewing habits. Jennifer didn’t personally enjoy porn, but she liked thinking about it. These fantasies helped her get through the afternoons.
By reading the different patient files, Jennifer was organizing quite a catalogue of fantasies. Maybe she would write an erotica book. If Dr. Prentice could write about the clinical side of sex therapy, Jennifer could write about the fantasy side.
But who would the main character be? It would be Jennifer herself, of course. And when she put herself together with Payne’s penchant for watching videos, Jennifer’s fantasy wrote itself.
It helped that Payne watched her every time he was in the waiting room. If Jennifer ever looked at him directly, he would turn his head away. This was a little game they played when he came to the office.
Jennifer pondered this as she sat at the reception desk, reading her textbook on sexual deviations during her lunch break. She was thinking about taking things further with Payne. His body language clearly showed he was interested. But that would be a bad idea for many reasons.
Payne was a patient.
He was dating another girl.
And there was Vaughn.
But she didn’t take Vaughn seriously.
Did she want to have an ongoing affair with someone like Payne?
Definitely not.
But what about a one-night stand? He could tell her about his porn addiction, and then she could show him how sex in person was so much better.
It would be therapeutic for both of them. And his girlfriend would thank her.
Jennifer liked Payne for superficial reasons. With his fine features and an easy way of talking, he would be a natural with the ladies if he could tear himself away from his computer in the evenings.
Jennifer read the details hidden in his file with the same hunger with which she read her textbooks. She wondered about his favorite videos, the girls he liked, his fear of intimacy. Maybe he could benefit from some aversion therapy. She could spank him every time he turned on the computer, unless he was into that, which would only motivate him to watch more videos.
And as Jennifer thought about Payne’s addiction to videos, she was thinking that she might be addicted to reading patient files and fantasizing about them.
Jennifer dismissed this idea. For right now, she wouldn’t let Payne’s mental defect affect her fantasy of having sex with him in the waiting room while Dr. Prentice was at lunch.
Jennifer imagined that Payne needed her to hold him after a particularly grueling session of psychotherapy. She sat on the couch beside him and put her arms around his muscular shoulders to comfort him.
“I want to stop watching porn, but I don’t think I can,” Payne would say.
She imagined that Payne put his hand on her knee.
“You believe me, right?” Payne said, looking at her with his sincere puppy dog eyes.
“I believe you,” Jennifer confided.
And after Jennifer got a clear picture of her and Payne sitting on the couch together, imagining the rest was easy.
“How many times a day do you jerk-off, Payne?” she asked him.
“It takes two times to calm down my urges, Jennifer, but I just can’t seem to satisfy myself.”
Payne moved his hand up Jennifer’s thigh.
He looked deep into Jennifer’s caring eyes.
“You are so beautiful, Jennifer,” Payne whispered, “I promise never to watch porn again if you let me make love to you right now.”
“You know I can’t, Payne. It would be against everything I believe as an aspiring psychiatrist.”
“I need you now, Jennifer. Don’t make me beg.”
“It’s not ethical. I could get fired for having sex with a patient.”
“I won’t tell anyone. Just let me kiss you.”
That being said, Payne kissed Jennifer firmly on the lips.
Jennifer loved the thought of having sex in the waiting room.
So prohibited.
Payne kissed her harder and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Jennifer kissed him back, their tongues intertwining.
Payne moved his hand further up the inside of Jennifer’s thigh and put his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.
Jennifer got wet as she felt Payne’s rough hand move further up her sensitive inner thigh, fingering her while he continued to kiss her deeply.
She broke their embrace long enough to pull her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. Payne pulled his t-shirt off over his head to reveal his sculpted chest and abs. This was becoming a pattern in her fantasies.
Jennifer pushed Payne back on the couch, straddling him while he lay back. He submitted willingly to her control.
She looked into his green eyes and took in his sweet, boyish expression before she leaned over and started kissing him again. His razor stubble was scraping her face, and she liked it. She could feel the growing erection in his jeans, and she wanted to feel his engorged cock inside of her as soon as possible.
In her fantasy, she could smell the sweat that he had tried to cover up with cheap aftershave. Payne was definitely a little rough around the edges, but he made up for it by being so attractive.
He unbuttoned Jennifer’s blouse one button at a time; when he had unfastened all the buttons, Jennifer helped him remove her blouse quickly.
Now she could feel his coarse, strong hands on the bare skin of her exposed back and arms.
“You are so beautiful,” Payne said again between imaginary kisses. “I want you so bad.”
He pushed her skirt all the way up and pulled on the waistband of her briefs.
Jennifer unhooked her bra, and Payne cupped her breasts, caressing them with his thumbs.
Jennifer ground her pelvis onto Payne’s growing bulge, feeling the hardness of his jeans against her pussy. Payne managed to unbuckle his jeans and pull them down, along with his boxer shorts, releasing his throbbing erection.
In Jennifer’s fantasy, Payne didn’t need to take anything else off.
She needed him to be inside her now.
Jennifer got up, pulled off her heels and underwear, and then wriggled out of her skirt. She straddled Payne again, feeling the head of his cock pressed against her tender clit. She shuddered with pleasure.
She began slowly grinding on Payne’s erection, teasing the head of his cock with her wetness. Payne was guiding his straining erection gently around Jennifer’s pussy.
Jennifer was impatient; she stopped kissing him and sat upright. Payne relaxed and let Jennifer guide his erection into her slit.
They both sighed when his cock was entirely inside of her. Jennifer didn’t normally get on top during sex; Garson saw to that, but this was her fantasy, and she would take Payne as she pleased.
Make-believe Payne began thrusting his manhood up into Jennifer. He had grabbed onto her hips, forcing his cock as far inside of her as possible.
Being on top allowed Jennifer to take in the beauty of Payne’s body. He had a small swirl of boy hair around his belly button, just below where his ab muscles ended, that Jennifer was particularly attracted to; Garson had man-scaped his off years ago.
Payne was indeed a real boy with needs and desires.
Payne looked Jennifer in the eye as he thrust into her with complete admiration.
In Jennifer’s imagination, she could lean down to kiss him and enjoy the feeling of the way their skin touched together.
As Payne kept thrusting, Jennifer was grinding her clit onto his shaft, which was quickly bringing her to release.
With a man like Payne, it was easy.
He was adoring her with those green eyes. That incredible smile. It was all such a turn-on.
And he had confessed all of his sexual desires to her through the notes in his file.
Jennifer knew everything about him and what he wanted in bed.
It was no wonder that she soon felt a familiar feeling in her pussy; the little tremor that signified a shuddering orgasm was building inside of her. Then, there it was.
She let the release surge through her entire body until the last spasm of complete bliss in her pussy subsided; she sighed deeply and relaxed.
Then, from somewhere far away, reality intruded.
A phone rang.
Jennifer blinked back to the office. She was back at the reception desk, sitting under fluorescent lights, Payne’s file open in front of her.
Her mind was still pumped up with adrenaline, amusement, and a strange trace of compassion.
She smiled to herself.
“I’m going to write that erotica book,” she murmured. But her attention shifted.
Dr. Prentice had called Jennifer into her office.
Aubrey was staring off into space. “I’m thinking about Ian,” she said.
Jennifer responded. “Of course you are. I think about all the male patients who come into the office. It’s hard not to.”
Dr. Prentice looked Jennifer in the eye. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Oh.” Jennifer didn’t know what to say.
“He told me more about his divorce today,” Aubrey said. But it wasn’t in a clinical, let me sort out my feelings way. It was conversational, like we were friends. It made me feel uncomfortable.”
“Thing moving too fast?” asked Jennifer.
“No, not really,” Dr. Prentice said. “It’s just that he doesn’t think he did anything wrong. I know Hope was cheating on him, but he thinks that means he was right to blame everything on her.”
“Is that so bad? I mean if he was faithful?’
“He was faithful, but he was abusive,” Dr. Prentice said. “He probably drove her to it. Maybe she was using another man to get out of an abusive relationship. But I’ll never know. Ian will always think of himself as misunderstood and everyone else is to blame.”
“So how do you change that?”
“I gave him some journaling to do, but I don’t think he’s going to do it. And if he does, it’s going to be some diatribe about how he was wronged.”
“You said, his mention of his divorce was conversational, like you were his friend and not his doctor. Do you think he likes you?”
“I do,” Dr. Prentice said,” but it’s too soon. I don’t have room in my life to be fooling around with anything like that right now. I need more time. I didn’t expect him to file for divorce so soon.”
“You’ll have to come up with more than journaling if you want him to back off for a while,” Jennifer said. “He’s the kind of man who sets his sights on something and takes it when he wants.”
“That’s what I like about him,” Dr. Prentice said. “He’s a take charge kind of guy.”
“Yes, but that same guy can turn on you like he turned on Hope.”
“Only after she cheated on him.”
“But aren’t you thinking of cheating on Foster?”
“No, I have to divorce Foster before I do anything,” Dr. Prentice said. “That should keep Ian at bay for now. He wouldn’t want me to cheat on my husband after what he went through.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, not really, but I’ll deal with that when I come to it. Right now, I’m focusing on cognitive-behavioral therapy, but it’s not going so well.”
“How so?”
“I role played with him: me as Hope and him as himself. He thought it was beneath him, but he tried it anyway and for all his effort, he couldn’t anticipate Hope would cheat on him. But I’ll try some different CBT exercises and see if I get anywhere.”
“Sounds like a plan doctor, but I have to go. I think your next patient is here.”