Decided I should post a few images that show how I actually look, stretchmarks, scars and all. Maybe I will buy some wax for next time though. Let me know what you think :)
Hi all - I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing heart related stuff again, so I’d be very grateful if I could have some feedback / critique on this peice :)
“I can hear your heart pumping, Steph” giggled Jessica as she leant her head on my shoulder, snuggling in slightly as we watched TV. It was rare that we got to spend sisterly time together - I was away at university in the term time, and when I was at home Jess was usually out with her friends. Jess was a few years younger than me, but we still got on alright, most of the time anyway. “And how does my little pump sound?” I ask back grinning a little at her. “Umm…” Jess began, moving her ear a little further into my chest. “Loud… Quite slow though… and really steady… My heart is never that steady!” she replied enthusiastically, moving her head back to the side of my shoulder. “What d'ya mean?” I ask back - I was studying medicine at university with the intention of becoming a cardiologist, so Jess’s comment intrigued me.
“Well, my heart’s just normally quite quick. Kinda uneven sometimes too” she explained, as she sat up a bit, pressing her hand against her chest & feeling around obviously for her own heart. “Here, feel here” Jess said pointing to a spot on her chest, over the middle of her left breast. I pushed three of my fingers against it, able to feel her heart thumping surprisingly easily against the tips of my fingers. I nodded, acknowledging that I could feel what she was talking about as I withdrew my hand from her, settling back into the sofa. “Is it supposed to beat like that?” Jess asked, still looking at me. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it, it’ll settle down as you get older” I say trying to reassure her. What I’d felt wasn’t really cause for any alarm, certainly not tachycardic, and not that uneven in its rhythm.
Jess settled back down beside me, looking back over towards the TV. “Do you think my weight causes my heart a problem?” she asked suddenly. I looked down to her - in all honesty I hadn’t noticed that Jess had put any weight on since I last saw her but apparently she had, although she was only slightly chubby, if that. “Don’t be silly!” I exclaim. “Your heart is just fine!” I continue, not sure if she was worried, or generally interested. “Y'know when you examine girls… like their hearts and stuff…” Jess started to ask again, continuing “Well, do they have to have their bras off?” she concluded. I couldn’t help but giggle a little at her question, and indeed, she seemed to find it a little amusing too, a grin on her face. “Yeah, sometimes. We always provide a gown for them though” I answer through stifled giggles. “You still see their boobs though?” Jess answered back, a wider grin on her face. “I don’t know why you find this so funny!” I replied back, wondering where all of these questions were coming from. “Hmpf!” she replied again, this time getting up from the sofa and disappearing upstairs without saying anything.
I didn’t think much of her going upstairs really. I thought she perhaps wanted to be alone for a while, as I settled back down to watch the TV programme. However two minutes later I could hear her running down the stairs, and appearing again in the lounge opposite where I was sat. She had changed her tee-shirt and was standing there in a white baggy shirt, and by the look of it, no bra as her breasts sitting lower than when she wore one. I pretended not to notice as she sauntered back over to where I was sat, getting onto the sofa and kneeling next to me. “Can you listen to my heart, Steph?” she asked, and without waiting for an answer I felt the fabric of her tee shirt touch lightly against the side of my face and ear, her heart very audible, even slightly before my ear met her upper chest. I pushed my head sidewards a little to hear a little better, able to feel her heart pushing against the wall of her chest and my ear.
Jess’ heart was a bit quicker than when I had felt it before on account of her running down the stairs and the rhythm still a little unstable. It wasn’t irregular as such, but there were variances in tempo between beats and in the strength of the beats. “Well, how does it sound then?” Jess asked suddenly. I pulled my head back away from her chest before replying “It sounds fine! Honestly!” I reply trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “Hmmm…” Jess muttered quietly “I think I need you to examine me regularly…” she continued, fluttering her eyelashes slightly. “We’ll see” I replied with a small grin.
