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Note To Self

Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

lumps or thickening of the tissue. And don’t forget the armpit area.” I copied what she was doing on my own breast, but although I was ostensibly watching her to see what she was doing, I was staring at those tiny button nipples, pink and sexual and perched in the middle that creamy, soft and somehow virginal flesh; and all the while that expanse of the same pink down below pressed at the periphery of my consciousness like a flashing neon sign saying “Sex: down here!” My nipples peaked, but I was able to cover one with my hand and as soon as I rubbed it out, I quickly swapped breasts and concealed the other one. “What if someone comes in?” It was the first thing I had said since the half-assed apology; Susan had been chattering on enough for both of us. “One of two things,” she said with a smile, swapping breasts. “Either that we’re doing a breast exam …” I saw her eyes flick down to my nipples, which despite my best efforts had peaked again and stood out thick and proud about a quarter inch. “Or?” I encouraged her to continue. “Or we’re a couple of lessos about to get it on,” she finished with a straight face. I was still aroused and confused and not prepared for that, and I snorted laughter through my nose. That got Susan going, and soon she was giggling, which got me going again. With arms still in the air and feeling our breasts like some kinky topless rendition of Swan Lake, every time we both almost got the giggles under control, one would break – usually Susan – and ... we’d both be going again like a couple of schoolgirls. “You know I’m never going to be able to do this again without laughing,” I said, catching my breath and getting myself under control. “What about me?” she asked earnestly, but still with a big grin. “What if I’m examining a patient and I crack up feeling her boobs?” I pictured that and it made me laugh again because it was something that might really happen. “What’s number two?” I asked. “And don’t say we need to get our panties off for that!” I added sternly. She almost cracked-up again, but the professional doctor inside took over. “Okay. Number two is in the mirror; this one is just with the eyes, so do it when you get out of the shower.” She stood with arms by her side, staring straight ahead at her breasts while she talked. “Raise your arms above your head,” we both bid, “and look for any dimpling or puckering, especially if it’s just on one side.” I watched my breasts lift as I reached up, taking it seriously and looking for any differences, my eyes flicking involuntarily to Susan’s pink nipples and then down to her skirt, making my breath feel hot in my throat, and my nostrils flare as I exhaled. “Good!” she encouraged me. “Now, last one: hands on hips …,” we both did it, staring straight ahead. “… and flex your chest. And you’re looking for the same thing – puckering or dimpling – as your breasts move.” I watched her do it first, her breasts lifting slightly and minutely closing together. I copied her, but I work my ...