Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... Hermione, squirming against Fatima's finger in order to increase the intensity of the contact, the intensity of her feelings.

'Your choice,' Fatima answered her flatly, her finger stationary on the swollen nub.

'One was an academic, from Taiwan. Taiwanese American actually. She taught Gender Studies. She said she had severe depression and anxiety issues. She talked about committing suicide. I felt I wasn't helping her so she started to see another psychiatrist. Then she called me one day and said she was feeling suicidal. She wanted me to go to her flat. It was in a high-rise building. She said she was standing on the balcony while she was talking to me. It was quite late - maybe 9.30pm. I had to make invent a story for my husband. I told him I was needed at the local hospital for an emergency situation that had arisen. He didn't suspect anything. Such things happened from time to time.

I packed an overnight bag (more to fit my story than because I intended to stay with this ex patient) and headed over there. She met me at her door wearing just a short white robe. Nothing fancy - the sort of thing you find in any hotel wardrobe, only much shorter. I immediately sensed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I went in and tried to be professional, tried to get her to sit down, but she insisted on going to the bedroom. She ushered me in ahead of her and then I heard the door being locked. Of course, I could have unlocked it - it was just a push button lock - but ...

... I felt a shiver go down my spine when I heard it. She wanted to see if I would play along with her, if I would walk into her trap, if I would enter her spider's web with my eyes wide open.'

'And you did?'

'And I did. In our sessions she had talked about how her family and society frowned on same-sex relationships, even if she would never talk about specific lovers - or anybody, in fact, in a romantic way. Then she began to change the way she dressed at the sessions. At first, she wore clothes that made her appear quite shapeless, but over time that changed. It was summer and she would wear skirts that didn't reach the knee and tight fitting blouses that accentuated her breasts. She must have been wearing push-up bras. Once she caught me looking at her and told me she knew I wasn't satisfied in my marriage. I'd never even told her I was married. I realised she'd probably been checking me out, maybe even hired a private investigator. 'How did you respond?'

'I told her that it was quite normal for patients to become attracted to their psychiatrists.'

'Did she buy that?'

'Not for a minute. She said she knew I liked women, knew I had been fantasising about having sex with her. But I felt very much in control, staying calm and professional and moving the focus of the session onto something else. I was in my office, it was my domain, I felt no threat from her there. My receptionist was outside, people were in the waiting room. We continued to meet for several months ...