Nursing students discover a novel way to speed the healing process.
“Diana Simmons”
With her name announced Diana stepped forward and accepted the certificate that she had completed volunteer training at Mercy Hospital. Helen Tedder smiled as she handed out the paper.
“Eleanor Simmons”
Diana’s sister stepped forward to get her certificate.
“Now girls, your nursing career begins. Your volunteer work this summer will be valuable experience as you enter nursing school. The nursing school curriculum is difficult, and by the end of the summer you should know if you’re really cut out for it.”
Helen handed each girl a hat – a white nurse’s cap with a red stripe. Mercy was one of the few hospitals that still had volunteers wear a ‘candy stripe’ cap, even though regular nurses were no longer required to wear the white uniform and white cap. The red stripe indicated that the girls were available for whatever duty was required.
As the girls adjusted the caps on their heads Helen laughed “It’s hard to imagine you two are twins, you’re so different looking. At least it is easier to tell you apart than if you were identical twins.” She then turned serious and business-like. “Now, your first duty is to go to Room 312 and help turn the patient over so she doesn’t get bedsores. As you work in the rooms study the patient’s charts and get to know each patient as a real person.”
Helen watched the girls as they headed toward the elevator. There was Diana, tallish and blond with an athletic build. Ellie was maybe five-five, dark haired and slender. Helen hoped the physical rigors wouldn’t be too much for her charges.
At the third floor nurse’s station they stopped to check in and were led to Room 312. An elderly woman recovering from pneumonia needed to be rolled onto her side. A staff nurse showed the girls how to do it without tangling the IV and oxygen lines.
Over the next several days they performed tasks such as emptying bedpans and helping patients to the restroom. As they became more comfortable with the work they began to read the charts and converse with the patients. Patients liked their cheerful countenance and began to ask for them by name.
Eventually they took patients to the tub room and helped with the baths or gave sponge baths where the patients were unable to get out of bed.
It was during one of the sponge baths of an elderly male patient that Ellie noticed his penis rising. She quickly flicked the tip and the member promptly collapsed.
“Sorry,” the man said. “That was embarrassing. I couldn’t help it.”
Ellie patted his arm. “I know. Don’t worry about it at all. It’s not like I’ve never seen one before, but I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it. I’ll take care of it if I need to.”
“Really?”
She suddenly realized what he meant and wagged a finger at him while laughing. “Not like that, you naughty boy.”
“I was hoping…”
Over lunch one day the girls met with their supervisor and presented an idea.
Diana said “We know from experience how uncomfortable it is to lie in bed all day. It seems we should be able to do something to ease that.”
“And I’m sure you have a suggestion.”
Ellie said “Massage. We think some of the patients could really benefit. Just something to keep the blood circulating in arms and legs.”
“We have a massage therapist on staff already.”
“And she is busy all day. We’re not trying to take over her work, but just to relax people. Those who need a real massage will still need the therapist.”
“Yeah. We’re not going to do any kind of therapeutic work, but only something to ease stiffness and general aches and keep blood flowing. Just light duty stuff. It’s another way to connect with them on a personal level, like you want us to.”
“I’ll run it by the therapist and if she gives it her blessing you have my permission.”
Helen accompanied the girls the first few times they tried it and was pleased with the results. “It looks like there are benefits, so go ahead as needed.”
They tried it out on many patients. Even very sick elderly patients perked up and seemed to feel better after a hands on treatment.
A middle aged woman in Room 422 was quite depressed at having to stay in the hospital. The girls loosened the gown and massaged her back and the backs of her legs. When the patient rolled over they began with her legs. Diana had an idea and began with the lower legs and made long strokes up the legs and over the torso, all the way to her neck. At first the woman was startled, but soon closed her eyes. Diana brought her hands back down over the woman’s breasts, and her thumbs stroked the crease between legs and body. Again and again she applied the long, slow strokes, and began to press her thumbs on either side of the vulva.
Ellie took up the leg massage and let Diana continue to work the body, softly stroking breasts and nipples and squeezing the labia together until the hair began to glisten.
The woman repeatedly sighed. When Diana stroked over the breasts Ellie laid a hand flat over the woman’s sex and gently pressed, using a slow circular motion.
The heart monitor beeps increased in frequency and her breathing quickened until she made a little cry out as she had a mini orgasm. The girls gradually lessened their strokes until their hands were still on the woman’s body.
“What did you just do to me?”
“We hope we didn’t offend you, but it seemed like it was something that would relax you.”
“That it did. I wish my husband paid as much attention to me. You will come back again, won’t you?”
“If you would like it we would be pleased.”
The girls used their ‘therapy’ on the woman several times a week.
Helen took them aside one day. “I don’t know what you have done with Mrs. Adams in 422, but her blood pressure is down and her spirits are up. She has progressed to the point where she will be discharged, but insists you two visit her once more before she leaves.
They found Mrs. Adams sitting up in bed, her face made up and looking quite cheerful.
“I’m so glad you could make it. You don’t make house calls do you?”
Ellie laughed “We don’t have any time with all we have to do here. But if the nursing school doesn’t work out, who knows?”
Mrs. Adams lowered the bed to horizontal and rolled onto her stomach for the beginning of her last treatment and then onto her back. As Diana began the long slow strokes Mrs. Adams said with a sigh “Oh I wish you could make me feel even better this time. God, I’ve missed it.”
The girls raised eyebrows and nodded to each other. This time as Diana worked on the upper body she paid more attention to nipples. When Ellie laid her hand on the wet vulva she pressed a finger between the folds and slid it up and down.
Mrs. Adams gripped the sheets and began to writhe. Ellie inserted fingers and pressed on the clit. The woman began to thrust her hips against Ellie’s hand and Ellie pressed harder and deeper. Diana massaged each breast and used thumbs on the nipples.
The woman bit her lip to keep from crying out as she arched her back and came. Ellie felt strong contractions that gradually died away and Diana caressed a breast gently.
“Thank you, girls. I can’t thank you enough. You’ve reawakened a part of me that I thought was probably dead. I think Herb is going to be pleased tonight.”
“Don’t overdo now. Take it easy.”
Mrs. Adams jotted a number on a piece of paper. “Here is my phone number. If you go into business for yourselves give me a call.”
“What about Herb?”
“Yes, Herb. We’ll have to see if he is up to the task anymore, if you know what I mean.”
Mrs. Adams requested that the girls wheel her down to the door when she was discharged, and waved a cheery goodbye.
Helen observed that interaction and said “I’ve never seen such an abrupt change in someone. The general opinion was that she would probably require blood pressure medication and anti-depressants, but her vitals were wonderful. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.”
One particular patient was not able to respond. George Jeffers had been in a coma since his motorcycle broadsided a car at a high rate of speed. Helen suggested that the girls apply their massage therapy to him in order to keep his circulation going while he couldn’t be turned.
They had to be very careful with him since he had tubes everywhere and was constantly monitored. The girls talked to him as they massaged his arms and legs. One day Ellie had an idea.
“I wonder if he has any of his senses working. We don’t know if her can hear us or feel our touch.”
“It may be my imagination, but I do think there’s a change in his heart rate when we work on him.”
“I’d like to try something. Watch the door so we’re not surprised.”
Ellie unbuttoned her blouse and rubbed her breasts on his face. There was no mistaking the slight change in the sound of the machines he was hooked up to.
Next she removed her underwear and got up on the bed, carefully straddling his chest. “Liked that did you? How about this? Do you want a whiff of this?”
She slid up so her labia touched his lips, and wriggled her hips to rub herself over his mouth and under his nose. Again there was an increase in the sounds from the monitors, slight but noticeable.
“Diana, look!”
His eyes remained closed, but his tongue did peek out slightly from between his lips. Diana was wide-eyed as Ellie rubbed herself over the tip of his tongue.
Before they could be caught Ellie dismounted and leaned over him. “Hey, big boy. If you wake up you can have a piece of that.”
There was no response, but the girls thought it a most interesting development. It was certainly not something they would share with Helen or any of the other hospital staff, though.
That evening they considered what they had learned.
“That woman sure got better in a hurry,” Diana noted.
“And that man in a coma. There’s no denying the change in his vitals.”
“I think we may be on to something here. Maybe sex is therapeutic.”
“Sexual healing!”
“Now how can we make use of that?”
“Before we go off and publish a scientific paper or something I think we need more research.”
“Research! Yes, we need to do more research.”
“Right. I think our handwork is the most obvious place to start. We can’t just jump into bed with someone. That should only be attempted after careful consideration.”
“Are you seriously considering that, Ellie?”
“Maybe. Does that shock you, sister? Just because I’m little doesn’t mean…”
“I know, I know. I’m not implying that you wouldn’t be desirable, because you sure are. But that is a huge step. We really took a chance with that guy in a coma.”
“But it worked, didn’t it? Doesn’t it stand to reason that the climax is very powerful? Maybe if they understood what we were doing…”
“What YOU are doing, my dear. I fully intend to expand the handwork, but draw the line at actual sex with them.”
“What if they want to play with those big beautiful tits of yours?”
“I’d consider that.”
“What if they want to put a hand in your pussy?”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I’d let them touch me anywhere that would result in increasing their sexual excitement.”
“You do just that. I’ll work on them with my hands while you let them grope you.”
“That’s what I call teamwork!”
They realized not everyone would be a candidate for extended ‘hands-on’ treatment, and needed to evaluate each patient individually.
******
“Good morning, Ellie. Good morning, Diana. I think I’d like for you to continue with my massages.”
Diana studied the chart as Helen looked on. “Mrs. Abernathy, it appears you are getting better every day.”
“Thanks to you. Nurse Tedder, I want to tell you these two have been godsends for my recovery.”
“So a number of other patients have told me.”
Diana handed the chart to Helen, who made notations from the monitors.
While Helen worked on the chart the girls began massaging legs with Mrs. Abernathy on her back. Diana wrapped both hands around a leg, gently squeezed, and ran her hands up and down the legs, from ankle to thigh. Ellie worked on arms.
Helen watched for a few minutes, and then hung up the chart again. “It appears you girls have things under control here. When you are finished here you can go to Mr. Bolton in 515.”
Ellie made a face, but Helen said “We have to treat everyone, whether we like them or not.”
Helen overheard and said “That’s what we all have to do here.”
When Helen left Mrs. Abernathy nervously made a request. “Um, Diana? Do you think you could continue all the way to the top of my leg?”
Diana nodded and her stroked reached the crease between legs and body.
“That’s nice, dear, but could you go a teensy bit higher?”
Diana and Ellie exchanged a look and nodded to each other, their silent code for agreeing. Diana carried her strokes up such that her fingers brushed through the hair to the outer labia. “Yes! Right there.”
Ellie took the cue and worked strokes up and down the woman’s sides, brushing the side of a firm breast with a thumb. “Ooh, that’s so nice, Ellie.”
Ellie began massaging the torso, around the breasts to the upper chest and then gently stroked downward, over the breasts and lingering on the nipples.
“You girls have no idea how good that feels.”
Diana left the legs entirely and massaged the vulva, pressing, moving in circles. She pressed a finger between the labia and massaged each one of the engorging wet lips. A thumb rubbed the clitoral hood and the nub below it.
Ellie put aside any semblance of a massage and worked on each breast, kneading, rubbing nipples and occasionally pulling on one. She also watched the heart monitor as the beats increased drastically.
Mrs. Abernathy writhed on the bed. Her whole body tensed several times, each one accompanied by a pulsing of the vagina.
When the orgasm faded the girls stroked her body gently until her gasping breath settled back into a steady rhythm.
Ellie patted her arm. “Feel better, Mrs. Abernathy?”
“Much. I…I hope I didn’t ask you to do something that was…”
Diana assured her “Not at all. We’ve come to realize it can be an important part of the healing process. I am afraid, though, that the rest of the staff wouldn’t approve.”
“Don’t worry about me. My lips are sealed. Will you be back again tomorrow?”
“We’ll put you on our schedule.”
They were not real excited about going to Mr. Bolton. They had helped in his room before and found him to be rather difficult. He wasn’t a bad looking fellow – forty-ish, sandy hair, blue eyes, apparently in decent physical condition until his ulcers required surgery and that surgery had also uncovered a gall bladder problem. He was well into recovery and was due to be discharged by the end of the week.
“Good morning, Mr. Bolton.” Diana tried to sound cheery.
“What’s good about it? I’m missing work.”
“Now, Mr. Bolton, you just need to relax. Get those work worries out of your mind.”
Ellie added “I’m sure they would want you back in the office in good shape. In the meantime take your mind off of it.”
“Hmph. They’ve even taken my phone away here.”
“That’s because we know that if you are on the phone all day your ulcers will flare up again. You don’t want that do you?”
He glared at Ellie. “I want out of here.”
“You’re in luck. That’s what we’re here to do – help you get out of here. Now, roll over.”
“What for?”
Diana thought to herself ‘so I can stick a needle in your ass,’ but said out loud “so we can help you relax. It’s our specialty.”
He grumbled, but rolled over. When Diana untied his gown he said “What the hell are you doing now?”
Diana worked her hands over his back. “So I can do this. Now, just be quiet and let us work.”
The girls each took a leg and massaged the calves and the back of his thighs, working up over his butt to his back, and ending with the back of his arms.
“Now roll over.”
This time there was no complaint, but he smirked at them when he saw them notice a bit of a tent in his gown.
“My, my. It appears someone likes what we’re doing.” Diana was quick to let him know she wasn’t embarrassed – or impressed.
The girls started on the front of his legs, stroking right up to beside the hardening member, but giving no indication that they even noticed it, although several times Ellie brushed his scrotum with a thumb. They moved to his arms and then stood beside him to do his the front of his torso.
They pulled the gown aside and rubbed his chest, careful to avoid the waving erection. Diana paused and looked at it. “Now, what shall we do here? If you’re embarrassed about it I can just give it a finger flick and it will deflate. I’ve done that before and it’s quite effective.”
“How about you massage it?” he sneered.
“Why, Mr. Bolton, what are you asking us to do? Should we do something nice for you after you’ve been all snippy and prickly?”
He considered. “Please. It would help me…relax.”
“Would it now?” Ellie pondered. “What do you think, Diana? Should we do something nice for him?”
“I don’t know. I think maybe we should leave.”
“Please? I’m sorry for how I’ve acted.”
“Well, since you’ve apologized. Just this once. But if you follow the doctor’s orders maybe we could even come back. Only if we get a good report, though.”
“I promise.”
“What do you think, Diana?”
Diana screwed up her face like she was considering. “Well…okay. But we need you to keep your promise. Remember one other thing.” She leaned over close to him and stared him in the eyes. “We know how to hurt you, and you wouldn’t like that at all. That’s our promise.”
Ellie rubbed his chest, playing with his nipples, while Diana grasped him in two hands, pushed it down onto his abdomen and used the heels of her hands to massage from base to tip. She switched to finger strokes and he groaned. Ellie leaned over to lick his nipples and reached down to hold his scrotum, gently massaging the contents.
His breathing quickened and he blurted out “Lick it! Lick it!”
Diana shook her head. “Mr. Bolton, you are assuming way too much. IF you’re a good boy and IF we do come back…we’ll see what happens then.”
She held him and pumped. Ellie nodded when she felt him tighten in her hand, and Diana increased her speed until he shot out all over his abdomen, and she kept stroking until he was finished. Ellie dipped a finger in it and tasted. “Mmm. Maybe next time there could be a lick or two. Meanwhile we need to get you cleaned up.”
The next day they visited Mrs. Abernathy again, and she hinted that she wanted ‘the works.’ The girls switched positions this time and Diana attended to breasts while Ellie teased around the vulva. She inserted fingers and worked them rapidly while Diana licked nipples and pulled on them with her lips. When Ellie felt the dam about to break she lowered her head and fastened her lips around the clit, sucking hard.
Mrs. Abernathy almost came off the bed with a powerful orgasm, and Ellie used a tongue to clean up the orgasmic fluids. Diana nuzzled a breast and kissed it lightly.
The woman stroked Diana’s hair as she returned to earth. “Oh, I wish I could take you home with me.”
“If you like it I’m sure your husband would be happy to do what you want.”
“I have no husband. I’m divorced.”
“Really? No man in your life?”
“Uh uh. Not for quite some time.”
“It seems that a woman as attractive as you should be able to find someone. You have pretty eyes and your figure is still shapely. Look how firm your breasts are. Your legs are exceptional. I tell you, if you dress right men will be falling all over themselves to nab you.”
“Especially if you let them know you enjoy certain things.”
“Yeah. Don’t be a doormat, though. You take charge. Tell them they can have it AFTER they satisfy you. Then give them a memorable experience.”
“For girls so young you sure seem to know a lot.”
“We’ve learned a lot so far this summer, but some things are common sense.”
They didn’t get a chance to return to Mr. Bolton until the following day.
“Let’s have a look at this chart…hmm…umhm…well. It appears you have been doing what you are supposed to. I’m surprised.”
“I had an incentive.”
“Did you, now? Just what was that?”
“You know damn well what it was.”
Ellie said “A deal’s a deal. But you don’t get everything, not just yet. We have to hold something back to ensure your continued good behavior.”
“Why look, Ellie. The monitor shows his heart rate increasing already.”
“Yes. It’s funny how our aim is to get you to relax, but we need to get you excited first. Isn’t that a hoot?”
As before they began with his back, but when he rolled over he had a full raging erection. The girls walked around the bed studying it before Ellie had an idea.
“Tell me, Mr. Bolton, whose tits do you like better, Diana’s or mine?”
“Well, I’ve never seen them so I can only get a general idea…”
Ellie opened her blouse and pulled up her bra, and Diana did the same. He looked from one to the other and exhaled hard. The girls noticed his heart monitor beginning to race.
“Sorry, Ellie, but I’m partial to large ones. Not that yours aren’t very desirable.”
“No offence taken,” Ellie said as she buttoned her blouse again. “She does have nice bazooms. I sometimes like to play with them myself.” To demonstrate she cradled one and teased a nipple with a thumb until the nub hardened. “Doesn’t this look like fun, Mr. Bolton?”
His breathing noticeable quickened and he seemed to get harder.
Diana removed her blouse and bra. When he reached for her she stepped back. “Not so fast. You don’t get to do what Ellie did right away. We have to ensure your continued good behavior.”
He made a face, but it quickly turned to surprise when she got onto the bed and knelt between his legs. She massaged his legs, but each upward stroke ended with a thumb brushing his penis. As she did last time Ellie rubbed his chest and licked his nipples.
Diana began to stroke his hardness as she did the previous time, but bent over to take him between her breasts. He gasped when she squeezed them together and began to rock.
Diana rocked and once again Ellie cradled his scrotum and gently massaged. He groaned and gripped the sheets, his eyes wide open watching his penis disappear between and reappear from between Diana’s breasts. She rocked faster until he exploded. She bent her head forward and opened her mouth, managing to catch some, but most went onto her face and his abdomen. She rocked until he was reduced to dribbles and began to deflate, leaving a trail of come as he shrank between her breasts.
Diana licked her lips and examined the ropes on her face and breasts. “I guess this time I need to get cleaned up as well. How did you like that, Mr. Bolton?”
He gasped out “Fantastic.”
Ellie refastened his gown and said “If you continue to be a good boy for the doctors and nurses…well, I’ll leave it to your imagination what could happen.”
“I promise, I promise.”
The next day Helen cornered the girls in the hall. “Just what have you done to get Mr. Bolton to change like that? He’s suddenly very cooperative and constantly asks for you two.”
The girls looked at each other and Diana responded. “We’ve just done our relaxing massage on him and he really seems to enjoy it. He did say he wanted us to come back, but we told him we would only if he changed his behavior and followed doctor’s and nurse’s orders.”
Ellie added “I think he enjoys watching our hands work on him and tries to imagine ‘what if?’ It’s no secret that he’s come on to us, but we can handle him.” She laughed and added “We told him we know how to hurt him, and that ensures he does what we want.”
Helen crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head. “And Mrs. Abernathy? She’s taken to making herself up in the morning, and her blood pressure is down.”
“She just needed some encouragement. It doesn’t do any good to lie around feeling sorry for yourself; you’ve got to have a purpose. We’ve tried to give her one to pursue. You did tell us to get to know the patients and interact with them.”
“I don’t know what exactly you are doing other than what I have observed while in the room with you, but the progress of patients you tend to is remarkable.”
That afternoon they found themselves assisting another nurse in the room with the comatose man. When the nurse finished Ellie said they’d stay and try to work on his arms and legs to improve circulation.
When the nurse left he was on his back and they began massaging his legs. When they were finished Ellie once again removed her underwear and carefully straddled him, brushing her labia over his lips. Once again they noted the tongue ever so slightly peek out from between his lips. With a catheter in they didn’t dare bother his penis, but Diana leaned over and whispered in his ear “Come on back to us, big guy. There’s more where this came from.”
Once again they watched his monitors and thought they detected a slight increase in heart activity.
In the morning they found that Mrs. Abernathy was to be discharged in the afternoon, and went to visit her.
Ellie smiled. “It’s good to see you taking an interest in how you look. Even in here you look quite attractive.”
“I think what you said is right. It is a state of mind, after all. Why should I be deprived of a full life just because my cheating husband found a trophy wife? I can get someone better!”
“You go, Mrs. Abernathy!” Diana exclaimed.
The woman lowered her voice. “But before I go can I get just one more treatment? Just to keep it fresh in my mind how it can feel.”
Ellie asked “Did you like what I did last time? You know, that’s something a man can do.”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it? Remind me again how it works.”
She rolled over onto her stomach and the girls began with her legs, but let their hands brush the vulva on each upstroke. It didn’t take long for it to glisten with moisture.
They each did one side of her back, but with fingers trailing up her sides and brushing the sides of her breasts.
When she rolled over Diana took the legs and Ellie the torso this time. Diana ended each upstroke with firm thumb pressure on engorging labia. Sometimes her strokes continued up to her neck and back down over her breasts. She used the heel of one hand on the mons and inserted fingers into her.
Ellie massaged breasts, circling the areole with her fingertips and rubbing nipples with her thumbs. She took nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled, squeezing as she did so, and Mrs. Abernathy let out a long “Oooohhhh.” Ellie told her “That’s what I like done to mine. I guess you like it too.”
The heart monitor raced as she neared orgasm. Diana curled fingers inside and worked them in and out while massaging the mons hard to stimulate the buried clit. When Diana felt it coming she did as Ellie had done, and fastened her lips around the clit to suck on it and tongue it. The woman thrust a fist into her mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to come out.
When her contractions stopped the girls sat on either side of the bed and each one caressed a breast.
Diana said “You teach a man to do that.” She wagged a finger. “Don’t you dare let him get off first, because he’ll stop right then and leave you hanging. Get a good one first, and maybe you’ll even have another along with him.”
The woman patted their hands and said “I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do for you? You must keep very busy around the hospital. I don’t imagine you get much chance to socialize, if you get my drift.”
Ellie said “That would be nice, but we do have other patients to see. But you have permission to do it with another woman if the opportunity arises.”
“I’m not like that!” she said indignantly.
“You just offered to do it with us. What’s the difference? An orgasm is an orgasm no matter who you get it from or give it to. If there’s someone you find yourself attracted to, go for it. We had an old aunt, a bit of a black sheep in the family, who asked us if we did it with one another and confided that sometimes it takes a woman to know what a woman wants.”
Mrs. Abernathy settled back on her pillows. “I wouldn’t even know how to approach another woman.”
“I imagine something just happens without any planning. You just find yourself in a situation and go with it. Don’t fight it. Whatever goes on in your bedroom is nobody else’s business.”
“So, do you?”
“Do we what?”
“Do it with one another.”
Diana blushed but Ellie was straightforward. “It has happened, but not very often. I do like her boobs. They’re fun to play with but, sadly, it’s mostly guys who get to have all the fun.”
“I apologize. That was insensitive of me to pry into your personal lives. Like you say, whatever goes on in your bedroom is nobody else’s business, least of all mine.”
“We’re going to miss you Mrs. Abernathy. It’s been nice talking to you.”
“Every time I go out I’ll think about what you said.”
The following Monday they visited Mr. Bolton again. He seemed agitated.
“Where have you been? They’re going to kick me out of here soon.”
“Why Mr. Bolton, we thought you had so much work to do that you’d be glad to leave the hospital.”
“Well, I’ve fidgeted waiting for you to return and my blood pressure has gone back up. I need you to help lower it.”
“Do you have a wife, Mr. Bolton?”
“Technically, yes. But we’ve not had anything resembling a marriage for years.”
“Maybe you’ve been so obsessed with work that she got tired of always taking a back seat to work. Maybe you should take some time with her and give each other massages.”
“Oh, it would be a cold day in hell before she gave me a massage, and I’d be looking over my shoulder to see if she had a knife in her hand.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to make the first move.”
His mouth gaped open.
Ellie put her hands on her hips. “Look, you have a wife. I assume she has all the requisite parts. Surely you remember what to do with them. You sure have expressed an interest in our ‘parts’.”
Diana shook her head “Ellie – he has never paid attention to her parts. He always wanted her to pay attention to him.” She turned to him. “Am I right?”
“Well, maybe.”
“Then you’ll have to gain her trust. You just implied that you thought you’d stay in the hospital longer and were disappointed to be leaving soon. I know it’s partly because of what we’ve done for you. Since you were planning to be off work anyway while you’ve been in here, why don’t you take a few of those days and go on a trip together or something. Take her flowers. Work up to intimacy, and when it happens you do everything for her. Don’t even let her do anything for you at first. You satisfy her. You’re an intelligent fellow, I’m sure you can think of ways to do that.”
“How about I practice on you?”
“Oooh, we’re going to have to check that chart very carefully.”
“Please? It would relax me a lot.”
Ellie laughed “Like hell it will, but we’ll consider it.”
Diana studied his chart. “Hmm. You seem to have been a good boy.”
Ellie said to her sister “you know it’s because he wants to fuck us.”
Diana shook her head. “No, no, no, Mr. Bolton. No fucking. Absolutely not. If you want fucking you’ll have to get it from your wife.”
“But maybe, MAYBE, we can be persuaded to go just one teensy step further. Just a little tweak of the massage routine. Maybe something to whet your appetite for when you get home. Let’s get started, roll over.”
They untied his gown and began on his back and the backs of his legs, pushing hard on him to make his penis rub on the sheets.
On his back they continued with this legs, thighs and torso. As Diana worked on his legs and Ellie on his chest she asked him “Tell me, Mr. Bolton, you said you like my sister’s tits better than mine. Whose pussy do you think you’d like better?”
“How the hell should I know? I’ve never seen them, either.”
‘Why, you haven’t, have you? What say, Diana? Should we show him?”
They stopped working on him and stood beside the bed. Each pulled up her dress and pulled aside the leg band of her panties.
He reached out to touch, but Ellie slapped his hand away. “Look only. No touching. You want touching, touch your wife.”
He looked from one to the other before deciding. “I really liked Diana’s tits, and she has a nice blond patch, but I think I like your pussy, Ellie.”
Diana laughed. “Me, too. I have as much fun playing with it as she does playing with my tits.” She reached around Ellie and put a finger between the engorging labia, causing them to open up, plainly visible. “You have chosen well, Mr. Bolton. Mine is much more ordinary.”
Ellie stroked his hardness. “I think Mr. Bolton needs a treatment.”
She removed her underwear, climbed up and straddled his legs, hiking up her dress so he had a good view of the small trimmed brown patch. “You know, these things of mine get so big they are almost like a real mouth. Let’s see what we can do with them. I bet they can swallow you.”
She slid forward so his erection was engulfed by the long, protruding lips that surrounded it with warmth and wetness. Back and forth she moved, stroking. He watched it disappear between the folds and reappear. She periodically changed cadences.
He swallowed hard several times, and the heart monitor went wild until he spewed. She continued rocking until he was finished, and lay panting.
When she dismounted she pulled on her underwear again and straightened her dress. “It’s fun to tease you, Mr. Bolton, but you need to think about what happens when you leave here.”
As she cleaned him up Diana added “You don’t want this to be the last of your pleasure, do you? Follow our advice and we guarantee you will be satisfied, even better than just now. Just remember, you have to give until you get. You gave us a change of attitude to where you have been following directions from the doctors and nurses, and we rewarded you. At home you take that change of attitude into the bedroom and you will also be rewarded.”
“I don’t know. It may be too late for that.”
“It’s never too late, Mr. Bolton. Trust us.”
Two days later there was an excited commotion on the fifth floor. When the girls went to Mr. Jeffers they found a crowd around his door, and discovered he had come out of his coma. Family surrounded his bed. The nurses managed to get them to leave and wait while he was examined by his doctors.
That afternoon the girls went in with another nurse to take vitals. When everything was duly recorded the three started to leave.
“Could you two stay for a few minutes?” George asked.
The girls looked at the nurse and held their hands out questioningly. The nurse said “I’m going on break and won’t need you for a while.”
The door closed and the girls turned to the man who had appeared asleep for weeks but now was propped up. He seemed to want to ask them something but was hesitant at first.
“Umm…While I was…out…I had a lot of, I guess you would call it dreams. At least I think they were dreams. When I heard your voices just now it brought to mind a…dream or whatever it was I had. I think I remember people talking around me at different times, but couldn’t respond.”
The girls were silent, listening for what he really wanted to know.
“Ummm…this is a bit embarrassing, but your voices today triggered a memory of some sort. I heard two voices that sounded like yours and someone said something about…I don’t remember the exact words…something like if I came back there would be more of something. Then I don’t remember any more voices, but have a distinct memory of a…I guess you’d call it a smell of some sort. It was musky and…well…I can only think of one thing that I remember smelling like that…and that is…umm…oh hell, I don’t know what I’m talking about. Forget it.”
Ellie stood beside him and ran her fingers through his hair. “I know exactly what you are talking about. Tell me, do you by chance also remember a taste?”
He furrowed his brow for a moment and then brightened. “Yes! Yes I do. It was…it was like…like…something I can’t quite place.”
“Do you remember it being anything like this?” Ellie thrust a hand down inside her panties, withdrew her fingers and held them under his nose.
His voice was barely a whisper as he nodded. “That’s the smell, exactly.”
“Stick out your tongue and taste.”
He tentatively stuck out his tongue and she rubbed her fingers on his tongue. “My God! Is that what it was? How…”
Diana began massaging his legs. “We came in fairly regularly to massage your legs to keep the circulation up.”
“I think I remember the sensation of hands on me.”
“Since you seem to remember it, I guess I’ll have to make good on that promise,” Ellie said as she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Diana lowered the bed to horizontal and he gasped when Ellie straddled his chest and slid up close to his mouth and nose.
“Is this what you remember? Stick out your tongue.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“Well now, a promise is a promise. I promised you could have this if you came back. How do you like it, Mr. Jeffers – like this? Feel free you use your tongue any way you want. Or would you prefer me to slide a bit lower so you can do something else. I wasn’t offering anything specific. We’re so glad to have you awaken that I’ll give you whichever you want. Both even.”
Diana pulled the gown aside. “You’re good to go down here if you want. Catheter is gone. You are cleared for takeoff.” She held him in her hand and felt him throb to life.
“Don’t be shy, Mr. Jeffers. I’m available for whatever. Within reason, that is. No whips or handcuffs, please.”
He laughed and put his hands behind her hips, pulling her closer to thrust a tongue between the large lips before him. He drew the large labia into his mouth one by one and sucked on them. His tongue teased a clit and thrust into her.
“Mr. Jeffers, you’ve had practice!!”
“Mmm. It’s a favorite thing I used to do with my girlfriend. Maybe that’s what brought me back after all.”
“Isn’t what Ellie has down there just heavenly? A true marvel of anatomy.”
“Your sister is right, I love what you have here.”
After several minutes of expertly tending to the labia, causing both his and her hearts to beat faster, he raised a wet face up to look at her. “You did say you’d do the other, didn’t you?”
“I did. Is that what you want as your reward?”
When he nodded she slid down his torso until he popped up in front of her. She paused to grasp him and rub him between her labia, ending with a flick of the clit.
“God, that’s erotic!” he moaned.
She rose up, guided him and settled down on him until her clitoral hood rested on him. Rocking back and forth as well as side to side and pumping up and down soon had them both breathing heavily. She picked up the pace and he reached up to fondle her breasts through her clothes. She actually came first and her contractions around him caused him to erupt. She was surprised at the force of it inside her, and also how many jets she felt. She couldn’t ever remember being filled more.
She collapsed onto his chest gasping for breath. “Why…Mr…Jeffers…you…take my…breath…away.”
“Want to be my girlfriend?” he panted.
Diana laughed. “I think you have one already. Are you sure you want another?”
“Carol is all I could ask for. I can’t believe I just cheated on her.”
Ellie got down and dressed. “You didn’t cheat. This was something that brought you back for her.”
“I guess if you hadn’t done what you did I’d still be hooked up to all those machines and practically dead. I thank you for that.”
“And if you need me to straighten anything out between you and Carol just let me know. If she’d have thought of doing what I did while you were asleep it would have been het that brought you back.”
He looked at her. “You are right, but I can’t believe you even thought of it.” A thought occurred to him. “If my visitors return they could smell sex in here.”
Diana helped him out of bed and to the bathroom to clean up while Ellie set about getting rid of certain odors in the room. He seemed pleased with the result when he climbed back into bed.
At the door the pair stopped and turned to him. Diana said “We’ll go by the waiting area and tell them you are ready for more visitors. Remember; just call us if you need us to talk to Carol. I’m sure we can set things straight with her.”
“Thank you.”
They found out Mr. Bolton was to be discharged that afternoon, and went to his room. They discovered his wife had brought him clean clothes and was sitting in the room, waiting to drive him home.
The woman eyed them coolly when they entered, but they smiled at her. “Mrs. Bolton,” Diana offered, “We’ve heard so much about you.”
“I bet you have. I bet he talked to you a lot. He likes big boobs, so I imagine he has talked to yours quite a bit. I bet he doesn’t even know what color your eyes are.”
Ellie jumped in “To be quite frank, Mrs. Bolton, your husband has been a handful. He can be very prickly and rude can’t he? But we made a deal and he has done everything the doctors and nurses have asked him to do, and been fairly pleasant about it.”
“He fucked you didn’t he?”
“Absolutely not! We have spent some time counseling him about changing his behavior at home, though.”
“That’s true, Allison,” he said.
Ellie reached out her hand. “By the way, I’m Ellie Simmons, and this is my sister Diana. We’re volunteers at the hospital this summer before we start nursing school.”
The woman hesitated, before briefly grasping Ellie’s hand. “Allison Bolton.”
“Mrs. Bolton, why don’t you come with me where we can talk? There’s a lounge just down the hall. The coffee is not great but drinkable if you would like some.”
Allison and Ellie left the room and Mr. Bolton stared at the door when it closed. “What are they going to talk about?”
“Damned if I know, but Ellie has a knack for saying the right thing. Now, about you. Roll over.”
She worked on the back of his legs. “Nothing extra today, I’m afraid. You’re on your own now. You would be wise to take our advice about your wife. Forget work for a few more days.”
“It would be easier to forget work if your fingers moved a few inches higher.”
“Nope. That part is over for now. If you want any of that you’ll have to get it from your wife. She can give it to you.”
“But…”
“No ‘buts’. She can give it to you, but you have to give it to her first. Make her fall in love with you again. Give her a few ‘Big O’s’. I think it wouldn’t take long before you were banging each other again like teenagers. Have fun with it. Remember, it’s supposed to be pleasure, not work. Play with her. Get reacquainted with all those parts of hers and play with them, just like you wanted to do with us. Remember, when she’s satisfied you’ll be satisfied. Roll over.”
She worked the front of his legs and he began to rise.
“Not today.” She reached under his gown and flicked her finger, causing him to deflate.
“Ouch.”
She grinned. “Effective, isn’t it?”
“You’ll have to teach me that maneuver.”
They had been unaware that Allison and Ellie had returned and stood in the doorway. Mr. Bolton groaned “Now look at what you’ve done. You just gave her another weapon to use against me.”
Diana stood up. “She will have no need to use it if you behave and take our advice.”
Allison walked over to the bedside and he closed his eyes, waiting for her to lay into him.
“Oh, for God’s sake, open your eyes. Be a man. I’m told you have decided to change some things. Is that true?”
He tentatively reached for her hand, which took her by surprise. “Yes. I think I’d like to start over. Please. Can you forgive me enough to give me another chance? I want you to be my wife again, and I want to be your husband, in every sense of the word.”
“Well, knock me over with a feather. I never expected to hear that.”
Ellie said “I told you he had changed. It just took a little encouragement. I think you may be surprised when you get home.” She looked directly at him. “You ARE going to do that, aren’t you?”
“I think so.”
“Oh, for goodness sakes.” Ellie turned to Allison. “He is going to take some chances with you, get outside his comfort zone, and expose some vulnerability. If you put aside your recent feelings for him you will both be surprised at what can happen.”
Diana said to her “He has shown a willingness to change here. Are you willing to accept him as he tries at home? Frankly, it can’t be all him. Given what we understand your relationship has been lately I think you both need to bend a little. Give and receive.”
“Me? He’s the one who has been a dickhead.”
“Yes, you too. It takes two to make a relationship. You need to be willing to give it a shot as well. And you can start with dumping the insults. You both need to change your attitudes. So, the question remains, are you willing to try and salvage your marriage?”
“If you put it that way…He really said he’d change?”
“He did and showed he could.”
“Just what kind of ‘incentives’ did you give him? I’m still sure he tried to fuck you both.”
“To be frank, he did try. But we were only willing to do so much with his massages. A little physical stimulation went a long way. It will work for you, too.”
Ellie added “But, as I explained, he will need to be willing to give before he receives. I think you will enjoy him getting reacquainted with your body. You are a very attractive woman, so that shouldn’t be too hard for him.”
He interjected “Maybe it will be hard. I sure hope it will be hard.”
Diana understood his meaning. “So, play your cards right and that hardness will be relieved.”
The nurse came in with the discharge papers and he said to Allison “Let’s go home.”
Allison gave the girls another once-over and said to the nurse “These two seem to have worked some sort of miracle.”
The nurse replied “You can’t imagine how often we’ve heard that this summer.” Then she added to the girls “Mr. Jeffers has requested you stop by before you leave today, but I need your help in 222 first.”
Before they checked out for the evening they stopped by the Jeffers room, finding an older couple, apparently his parents, and a very pretty redhead with striking green eyes and a killer body.
He smiled broadly when they entered. “Hey, everyone. This is Diana and Ellie. They apparently took good care of me. Girls, this is my mom and dad, and the beauty over here is Carol.”
“We’re very excited to meet you, Carol. He has talked about you a lot.”
“And he has talked about you a lot, too.”
His parents decided the room was getting crowded, so took their leave, promising to return in the morning.
When it was just the four of them Carol said “I heard something about how you took care of him.”
Diana blushed, but Ellie spoke “We just tried some things to wake him up.”
“Tell me about these so-called massages.”
“Oh, they were quite real. We give them to lots of patients. And before you think we were after something from him you should know that we have treated both men and women, young and old, and have never asked for anything from any of them. Well, maybe we asked for a change of attitude a couple of times.”
“Yet he told me you did something beyond a massage.”
He explained “I thought it best to be up front about everything, and explain how it was what you did that brought me back.”
Ellie urged him on. “And did you explain how it worked?”
“They did something while I was out of it, and it brought back memories. Memories of you.”
Diana confirmed “That’s exactly what he told us.”
“So…you did some sort of sex thing? Like what?”
Ellie said “I got an idea one day. I took off my underwear and straddled him, right up to his face, and told him he could have it if he came back.”
Carol was taken aback. “And did he…get it?”
“A promise is a promise. He said it brought back memories of you. And let me tell you, he certainly thought of you the whole time. It appears you two have had a healthy sex life.”
“So, did you fuck?”
Ellie was quick to answer. “Yes. Once. Just me. You are one lucky woman, let me tell you.”
“I was a bit woozy when I woke up, but remembered something about a promise. And a smell. I thought you were with me, it was so similar. Please don’t hold it against Ellie for what she did. It was due to her that I’m sitting here today. If you had thought of doing what she did they wouldn’t even be here right now. There would be nothing to talk about.”
“We’ll, it guess it’s not like I’m your first, and you weren’t my first, so if that’s all there is to it then I’m fine with it.”
Ellie said “If it’s any consolation, I never took any of my clothes off except my underwear. It was a gift, not a real sexual encounter.”
“A gift. Hmm. How about I give you another gift when you get home.”
“Promise you’ll take off everything so I can feast on your body?”
“As the girl said, a promise is a promise, and I’m promising”
“I ‘m so horney I want to fuck you until neither one of us can move. I want to eat you until your pussy feels ready to explode. I want to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve learned life is precious and want to live it to the fullest.”
“I think I’m going to be very happy to have you back home. I’m wet just talking about it.”
Diana said “If you two want a little privacy we’ll just mosey along.”
Carol touched Ellie’s arm. “Thanks for bringing him back, whatever it took.”
Ellie smiled. “It’s just part of the job.”
Towards the end of the summer Helen pulled them aside one afternoon. “I know you showed me what you intended to do and I gave it my blessing. It appears, however that you have gone beyond what you said you’d do.”
“What do you mean,” Ellie asked.
“I think you know exactly what I mean. Mrs. Abernathy talked to her hairdresser who is a neighbor of mine, and told her about how you awakened her sexual feelings. Allison Bolton is a member of my gym and in my Pilates class, but doesn’t know me as a nurse. She bragged about how two volunteer girls got her husband to be a husband again by some sort of sexual favors. Now, explain to me just what is going on. If you’re having sex with patients, that is a serious breach of hospital rules. If so I’ll not be able to give you good recommendations to nursing school.”
Diana said “There’s a vacant patient room down the hall. Why don’t we go there and talk?”
When they were settled Diana explained how their massages had sometimes gone beyond what they were intended, generally just using hands as the patient directed. “It was the patient that initiated everything. Nothing was gratuitous or forced. Nothing was even suggested by either of us.”
Ellie added “Sometimes the patients were depressed or felt that nobody cared about them. As we massaged they felt the care we had for them. They felt we somehow understood what they were going through.”
Helen leaned back in her chair. “I see.”
“Do you? Do you really? I don’t think you believe us. I think you are thinking of us as a couple of sluts.”
Helen was silent for a moment. “I suppose I did jump to that conclusion when I first heard about it. I couldn’t believe how I could have misread your personalities so badly. I doubted my own abilities at reading people. But as you tell it everything fits. Mrs. Abernathy has taken a new interest in life and in sex. Mr. Bolton made a real attitude turnaround while he was here, and Mrs. Bolton seems pleased with how he has changed at home. She says she has her marriage back again. How many others are there?”
“We certainly haven’t kept score. We just want to help people.”
Diana asked “Speaking of which, what is going on with you? You’ve seemed distant and distracted for several weeks.”
She sighed. “My husband and I have separated.”
Diana put an arm around Helen’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry.”
“Things have been going downhill for months.”
“No wonder you’ve seemed tense and irritable.”
“I know what you need! Why don’t you lie back on this bed and we’ll work our magic on you.”
“But you need to take off those scrubs. We need access to skin. After all, the patients only wear those flimsy gowns.”
Helen removed her scrubs and stretched out on the bed in her underwear.
“Roll over.”
Each girl took a leg and massaged from ankles up the backs of her thighs. Some strokes ended more or less between Helen’s thighs and she parted her legs.
Next came back, neck and arms. “You have no idea how that feels. I can feel the tension melting away.”
“Roll over.”
On her back she kept her legs slightly parted. Ellie worked the thighs while Diana worked on the front of the arms. Ellie’s thumbs worked the crease between the legs and body, and Helen sighed “Oh that feels nice.”
Ellie’s hands went up Helen’s sides, met at the neck and trailed back down between the breasts and over the abdomen.
Helen opened her eyes and looked from one girl to another, seeing compassion. “I’m beginning to see how some patients want more.”
“Do you want more?”
Helen closed her eyes and whispered “Yes. I want more. I want to feel something good for a change.”
Ellie continued on the thighs, but used her thumbs to massage the outer labia. She pressed the heel of a hand on the mons and moved it up and down in short strokes, noting the increasing damp spot in Helen’s underwear.
Diana switched to neck and shoulders, working down to gently massage bra-clad breasts. Helen whimpered, wriggled her fingers behind her back, unclasped the bra and flung it across the room. Diana cradled, gently kneaded and kissed the breasts, rubbing thumbs over the nipples.
“More. I want more.”
“Are you sure?”
Helen pushed her panties down and kicked them off. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Ellie massaged the outer labia, coaxing the inner lips to protrude for massage between thumb and forefinger. A finger entered the crease and found the clit. “Ohmygod.”
Ellie entered her with two fingers and felt them immediately soaked. Helen quickened her breathing and began to move her hips, urging Ellie on, but the girl withdrew her fingers and massaged up the torso, over the breasts and them back down so nipples were contacted by an entire hand. Diana moved to the other side of the bed and thrust her fingers in while Ellie continued up and down the torso, paying attention to the nipples.
Diana’s thumb rubbed the labia, bringing one gush of wetness after another. The thumb moved to the clit and Helen began to gyrate her hips and grunt.
Ellie continued on the breasts with her hands, but kissed her way from the navel down through the tuft of brown hair. Diana removed her thumb from the clit so Ellie could tongue it.
Helen thrashed wildly and Ellie sucked hard on the clit. Helen arched and tensed several times before collapsing with her vagina pulsing around Diana’s fingers. Ellie cradled the breasts in her hands until Helen was finished, then kissed up the torso and gently kissed each breast. Diana removed her fingers and brushed them through the brown tuft.
Helen was still with her eyes closed for several minutes.
“So that’s what happens.”
“Yes. Do you feel any better?”
“I do. Now I understand Mrs. Abernathy. I suppose you did something similar with Mr. Bolton.”
“Very gradually. Each little step was after extracting a promise for better behavior. We talked to his wife as well and got her to promise to change certain things.”
Helen began to laugh. She laughed until tears ran down her face. “So that was it. You talked to both of them. Very resourceful.”
“We always left him wanting more…”
“But without having actual intercourse with him. We told him that was for him and his wife to work out.”
“And apparently they have.”
Helen got dressed and asked “So, what do you call what do did. It’s not really a massage.”
Ellie and Diana looked at each other and laughed. “It’s sexual healing!”
“So it is. That’s exactly what it is. I think I’ll be writing glowing recommendations for you after all.”
