It all started when my boyfriend of eight years broke up with me. I had planned to spend the rest of my life with him so it was very difficult for me to contemplate life without him.
Even though I tried to get past it, I began to feel depressed. I would often think very negatively and even had thoughts of ending my life. Finally I was convinced by friends and family to speak to someone about it and my doctor referred me to a psychiatrist.
I started seeing Dr Evans on a weekly basis. Even though our sessions helped, I still didn’t feel ready to move on to a new relationship as she had recommended me to do. The receptionist was a dear lady named Mary, but one day when I went in for my session there was a young, attractive man sitting in Mary’s seat.
He gave me a big friendly smile and said “Hi, are you Sarah?” I replied, “Oh yes, I have an appointment at 2pm?” He said, “No problem at all, take a seat, I’m James. Mary’s had a family emergency so I’m going to be filling in for a while.”
I later found out in my session that James was actually my therapist’s son and had just come back from Spain where he had been travelling before starting university this year. James and I started off chatting casually but eventually we started joking about and occasionally flirting. I found myself going to my appointments early so I could chat to him. He was only 19 years old, while I was 30, but I just couldn’t help noticing how handsome, charming and witty he was.
Our talks began to get more and more flirtatious and I started dressing up for my sessions. I hadn’t been with anyone since my break up and I knew it was completely inappropriate for me to be so physically and mentally attracted to someone so young but I couldn’t help myself. Especially one that was my psychiatrist’s son! He was just mature for his age and made me feel at ease. And even though I knew he had a girlfriend in Spain, I couldn’t help flirting back.
One night while I was having a late night session with Dr Evans, she was called out and had to meet a distressed client before our hour was over. She apologised profusely and said she would make up for our session the next week, asking me to make an appointment with James while she rushed off.
As she left, I realised James and I would be in the clinic alone. I had already fantasised many times about what would happen in this situation, but never did I think the opportunity would arise.
I adjusted my dress and sauntered out to reception. It was dark outside the clinic so I knew we were completely alone. As I walked over, I noticed James look me up and down and I knew he was thinking something along the lines of what I was. I leant on the table as he booked the appointment for me.
After handing my appointment card to me he asked me if I was going out on a date tonight since I was looking so hot. I laughed at his comment and said, “No, no, I’ve had a long week. I actually feel more like having a drink.”
Then he gave me a sly look and said, “Hey, why not? I have a bottle of red in the draw, care to join me?”
I laughed again and said, “Hmm, that’s a bit a naughty but why not?”
He exclaimed, “Great!” and off he went to get the glasses.
I sat down in the lounge chair in reception and my heart started racing. I felt like I was doing something very wrong — he had a girlfriend and he was 10 years younger than me — but I just couldn’t help myself!
I hadn’t felt that way about anyone since the break up. James came back in looking as handsome and muscular as ever in his fitted shirt and jeans and offered me a glass. We started drinking and minute by minute he seemed to inch closer to me on the seat.
Eventually after nearly finishing the bottle, James said to me, “I have to confess something. You’re so beautiful, and ever since I first met you I’ve been thinking about you.”
I gasped as I felt his hand on my thigh and then before I knew it, his lips were on mine. I melted. I knew it was wrong in so many ways but nothing else seemed to matter. We ended up in his mother’s office and made love for the first time that night in my doctor’s chair. It was the most exciting and thrilling experience I had ever had and James was so understanding and sweet yet passionate. It was never like that with my ex.
After that night we decided to continue the affair even though he was leaving the clinic in a month. To be honest, it was what I needed. I had just come out of something so serious. The physical part of our relationship was explosive, to be with a man so young and powerful. But we had decided to keep it strictly within the clinic after hours or even in the morning before the clinic opened.
I knew that I would have got into trouble with Dr Evans if she knew I was sleeping with her son of whom she was very protective of. I continued my weekly sessions with her and even let on that I was seeing someone casually. She said I was making great progress, but little did she know it was with her son!
James finally left at the end of the month. We said our goodbyes and I knew that we had to end it then and there. I explained the situation and even though he still wanted to see me he respected my decision. I was glad that Dr Evans never found out but I had finally been able to move on from my ex-boyfriend.
I stopped going to Dr Evans and am now in a loving relationship with a new man. I will never tell anyone about what I did with James in that clinic but it is an experience I will never forget.
All names have been changed. Picture posed by model.
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