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.