“What do you want?” He asked.
“You know what I want.” I said coyly, burying my face in his pec.
“You’re going to have to walk me through this.” He said with a nervous laugh.
I sat up on my knees and studied his face and naked body. His hair was messy from all the activities we’d already engaged in, but his cock was still hard. I knew he wanted me again.
“I’m not going to do anything to you, I’m just going to show you exactly what I want.” I whispered with a devilish grin, and ran my finger down the center of his chest.
“This is entirely unrealistic, uninformational, and uneducational.” I laughed. I leaned down to his face, “first, you’re going to check if I’m breathing. I will try to hold my breath, but sometimes you take that away from me, so I might be. For our purposes, I am not.” I leaned forward and turned my head, so my ear was right over his nose and mouth. “You’re going to listen right above my nose and mouth, and observe my body for any signs of movement. Feel free to use your hands here too.” I put my hand on his chest, feeling his heart under my palm.
I sat up on my knees and looked at him again. He was smiling, but had nothing to say. I dug my fingers into the side of his neck. “Next, you may check for my pulse if you feel inclined. I don’t care either way. I assure you I have one, but for our purposes I do not.” I said laughing. I could feel his under my fingers. He was calm, but I couldn’t help looking at his cock out of the corner of my eye.
“Now that you’ve established I’m not breathing, and I don’t have a pulse, you can begin.” I put one of my hands on the top of his head, the other under his chin and gently tilted his head back. His eyes darted intently from the ceiling to me. “You will then tilt my head back like this,” I said leaning down close to his ear. “At this point you may hear me exhale any air left in my lungs. I try not to breathe for myself during this process. I’m getting off to you controlling my breathing and doing that for me.” I whispered, biting his earlobe as I pulled up.
“Now you will breathe into me, and you’re already pretty good at that.” I smiled. His eyes got big, and I laughed. “I’m not going to do anything to you! I’m just explaining!” We both giggled. “You’re going to hold my nose, and give me one 2 second breath, and then you’re going to turn your head again and observe my body.” I leaned down and kissed him, I pulled up and turned my head to observe his body and rubbed his chest. I imagined what it would be like to breathe into him, but I knew his curiosity wasn’t there yet. “As you watch my body, you’ll see my chest rise and fall with the air you breathed into me. My breasts and nipples will rise with my chest. And then you will give me another two second breath.” I leaned down and kissed him again, and he gently kissed back, pulling me back as I tried to pull away. I giggled and blushed. “And, completely optional, but when you’re doing mouth to mouth, I like it when the hand not holding my nose is under my chin, under my neck or on my chest/tits. I do understand you might need it for stability though.” I said touching his chin, placing my hand under his neck or on his chest the way I’d like.
“Ok, now the fun part. Chest compressions.” I almost moaned compressions. Feeling my clit getting excited at the thought.
“This is the part I’m concerned about. Is this dangerous?” He asked, sitting up. Concern was evident in his voice.
“You’re not going to be pushing hard enough to hurt me. I’ll probably have to get you to push harder when you first try.” I assured him.
“So this isn’t going to cause something bad to happen, then? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No. In a real situation, you’d probably want to be pushing as hard as physically possible, I wouldn’t be able to handle that. And, you usually only see broken ribs in elderly people with brittle bones. So you don’t need to worry about that. Your ribcage is flexible.” I explained, trying to ease his apprehension.
I shifted over to sit on my knees by his chest. “So, a little rib cage anatomy. You’re going to locate my sternum, which is this long flat part. You can feel it right between my breasts.” I said gently running my fingers up and down his sternum. “On either side of the sternum is cartilage because your ribcage naturally expands and contracts as you breathe. Too far up the chest, there’s no cartilage, so don’t push there. Too far down, and you could hit the xiphoid process which kind of juts out at the bottom of the sternum. That cannot take pressure. Obviously, I’m not actually dead, and if I feel you in the wrong spot, I’ll say something or move you.” I noticed his face was beginning to soften, the nervousness was fading.
I interlocked my fingers in the air to demonstrate how I wanted his to be when they’re on my chest. “You’re going to put one hand on top of the other like this, and interlock your fingers. The heel of your hand needs to be in my sternum. Generally, if your middle finger is lined up with my nipple, you’re in the right spot. And, since I’m not actually a real victim, feel free to grope me. Just make sure the majority of the pressure you’re exerting goes into the heel of your hand.” He smiled a little after I mentioned groping. “As you push down I will sigh and gasp a little, because you will be forcing the air out of my lungs. Since I am trying not to breathe on my own during this process, I can only handle 15 compressions. You will also get tired, and I will start getting sore. After the 15 compressions, you will give me another 2 breaths and just repeat the process. You got it?” I asked.
“Yes.” He whispered. Sitting up.
“Questions? Concerns? Comments? Curiosities? If you don’t feel comfortable, we don’t have to do this. There is 0 pressure or expectations here.” I said, trying to further alleviate and reservations he had, or give him the out if he needed it.
He sat up and put his arm around me and kissed my shoulder. “No, I don’t mind. I just wouldn’t want to do anything that would hurt you. Even all the stuff we did earlier, I’m always looking out for your safety. That’s all.” He said.
“I appreciate that a lot. That’s one of the reasons I want to do this with you. I trust you. You’re not going to hurt me.” I said and kissed him.
“Ok, then. Lie down, (my name), I need to practice.”
(Might write what happened next, might not.)
