What indeed would Ruth do next? She certainly liked the idea of meeting Jason and, having got the idea in her head, she did not wish to be thwarted. Having to lie in bed day after day was frustrating but she was learning how to get her own way, despite relying on others, by using her newfound hold over men and her developing friendship with Karen. Though only yesterday she had had a very enjoyable sexual experience with the fluorescent orange vibrator, now back in Karen's possession (not the thing to leave lying around a sick girl's bedroom for all to see—what with visiting aunts, nephews and nieces and all!), Ruth was again feeling in need of sexual stimulation.
"I was thinking," said Ruth.
"Oh, and what was that about," replied Karen as she put another spoonful of lunch in Ruth's mouth. Karen had to wait for the answer.
"I can't wait until I can feed myself again this is so awful—but that isn't what I was thinking."
Karen still had to wait for the revelation about what Ruth was thinking because she presented another spoon of lunch to Ruth.
"This lunch is better than usual Karen, thank you. Well I was thinking..." she began again and yet another spoonful appeared.
"Look, I'm not a baby, hold on a second and let me tell you."
"It'll get cold."
"I was thinking..."
"Yes, I heard that bit."
Ruth may have been incapacitated in a big way but she could still glare, "...about how I could get to see Jason."
"Oh, yes?" but the loaded spoon re-appeared and Ruth gave up until feeding time was over. In her mind it was never breakfast, lunch or dinner. Always 'feeding time'. Feeding time for baby, feeding time at the zoo, feeding time for the cripple—it didn't matter which. She hated her incapacity.
Having your nails cut does not prevent talking and Ruth launched into her plan. Why couldn't Karen and James or Karen and Bob take her around to see Jason? Surely it was possible to move her by stretcher. She really didn't need to stay at home all the time and it would be great to get out.
"Jason could come here just as easily."
"But it was my idea."
Karen said she'd talk to colleagues, talk to Jason and see what could be arranged—but she wasn't promising anything.
And so it came about that Ruth, for the first time in weeks, found herself leaving her bedroom, strapped to a stretcher, and taken downstairs and out of the house, out of what she increasingly saw as her prison and into the outside world. To sense the wind and sun on her face, the fresh air and the feeling of escape from her bedroom gaol—even if only for a few hours—was wonderful.
It was Bob helping Karen rather than James. Karen had reminded Ruth that she had James thinking he had to be naked in her presence, because of her allergies, and it would have looked a bit strange to have a naked man holding one end of Ruth's stretcher out in the road. Ruth had giggled and hoped James would come to bathe her again soon. She liked him being naked. Ruth could not help noticing that Bob looked nervous and wary of her. He hadn't forgotten his earlier experience.
Carefully Ruth was set down on Jason's bed but she could only see him out of the corner of her eye until Karen moved her head and there she was facing him and he facing her neither able to move but able to look and speak.
"Hallo."
"Hallo."
"Well we'll leave you to chat for an hour and then we'll come back and make some tea."
There Ruth was in her pyjamas, Jason in his, a girl and a boy—two strangers together in a double bed but nothing could have been more proper: because nothing could happen.
They got on like a house on fire. Of course the first twenty minutes was taken up with talking about their shared interest—the illness and its problems, their discussion of which became more personal as they became more comfortable with each other's company.
Their mutual friend Karen soon came into the conversation and, via that, the frustration of being unable to masturbate or have sexual relations. They were surprisingly frank—both knew things about the other from Karen and both knew the other knew.
"Karen described your breasts to me. I would love to see them."
"I'd show them to you if I could. She told me you came when she described them—I would love to see that!"
They laughed together in a good companionable way.
Above the bed, suspended from the ceiling, was a complicated system of ropes, bars and pulleys. "It's to lift me up," Jason had explained, "makes it easier for everyone."
Ruth was not sure she would like to be moved around like a sack of potatoes and was happy enough with the manual movement she experienced but she could see the sense in it.
All too soon it was time to go.
"Karen move my head, please, so I can kiss Jason goodbye."
It was a bit more than a goodbye kiss; it was not just lips to cheek but lips to lips and an exploration of tongues.
"Have you finished?" said Karen with amusement after a couple of minutes.
Back in her own bed Ruth reflected on her day. A smile crossed her face. She had another idea. A really good idea and she would tell Karen tomorrow.
"You want to what?"
Karen looked at Ruth in astonishment. She knew Jason and Ruth had got along well but...
"You'll have to wait—there is no way you can—it's simply not possible for you both. You, of all people should know that. I can see one or the other could—but with somebody else. You need to be able to move, to hold, and to wriggle at the very least. Trust me, I know. You'll have to wait."
Ruth looked annoyed, "Why not? You got me around to Jason's with help—why should you not help me in this?"
"But we'd be doing everything for you both—and I mean everything. The coupling together, the insertion is only the start. We would have to move the two of you like dolls; we would have to do everything. Would it be much fun for you or Jason, would either of you come? Wait 'til you are better."
"I can have fun if I want to, all I have to do is think and James or Bob or Dr Svengeld does what I want. Jason doesn't have that option. The best he's had is your kind hand and that was a little bit my request to you wasn't it? I want to have sex with Jason; I am sure he does too and we don't want to wait!"
"My, you are impatient. So this is not so much for you as for him is it?"
Ruth was silent for a moment and then opened her eyes wide with a coy smile, "Sort of, but I like the idea for me as well. Please Karen."
They talked about it and how the act was to be accomplished. It was not going to be a simple matter. For most people it is, of course, a very simple matter—one of the easiest and most straightforward acts which does not require planning at all. It sort of comes naturally. It is the consequences of the act that can need planning or more accurately planning to avoid the consequences of the act. Both the act and the possible consequences needed planning for Ruth and Jason.
The day for Ruth's next visit to Jason came round. Karen arrived accompanied not by Bob but a man Ruth had not seen before.
"This is Gary, Ruth, he is a new trainee."
He certainly looked young and you couldn't miss him in a crowd. He must have been six foot seven; thin as a rake and with the most carroty hair Ruth had ever seen with freckles to match. Not just a few freckles but an explosion of them. He seemed to be permanently grinning and cheerful.
As before Ruth and Jason were left alone to talk. It was towards the end of the time just before Karen and Gary were due to return that Ruth broached her idea of intercourse. Naturally Jason was incredulous but willing to give it a go—if Karen was up for it, he certainly would be.
Gary's face was a picture when in reply to Karen's question, "Are we ready to go?" Ruth had replied, "Not yet, if you have the time we want to fuck first, would you mind helping?"
Gary had just gaped.
It was Karen who replied, "Well Ruth, consenting adults and all that, but it won't be very private."
Gary, standing there ready to take Ruth home, seemed lost for words. Ruth helped him by thinking, "Ruth's request is not surprising, you feel comfortable with the idea, keen to help and assist Karen. What she says goes."
Gary stammered, "H...how?"
"We use the lifting equipment to raise Jason over Ruth and then we drop him into position," she grinned, "there may need to be some fine adjustments by hand. Then, I suppose, we will have to work Jason's hips to achieve the necessary friction and, hopefully, a successful conclusion."
"Yes, I suppose so, yes I understand but, like I've not done this sort of thing before. Is this something we do often?"