CPR Class With Christy.

I edited the chapter before this now that I know where I want the story to go in the future weekend and deleted the cheer leading lunchroom story line I originally planned wanting to focus on Brit and Christy and not worry about introducing more teen characters in the near future.

“Hey there cutie.” I heard a voice behind me and Christy came up and locked her arm in mine “You ready to get lucky.” She bobbed her head from side to side. I wondered if she ever took anything seriously. She was the total opposite of Brit in that regard.

“Do you have to do that.” I shook my head. Luckily I was to young for her taste but that didn't stop her from flirting with me. She was a total tease but I knew where I stood with her. Nothing would come out of it but I enjoyed her company..

“Yes. I flirt with all my friends.” Christy smiled as she led me into the class.

“Even the girls?” I gave her a look.

“If there cute.” Christy twirled her hair around her finger. “A girl has to have standards.” She let go of my arm and took her seat behind me.

“So I hear you are taking pics of little bitch today?” Christy was referring to Brit of course.

“That is the plan. I am surprised you didn't ask me as well. I would gladly do it if you like.” I shrugged.

“Not really interested in getting more pics of myself in the yearbook but I appreciate the offer.” She smiled as she looked at her phone. “Now if you are taking bikini pics again I am so in.” She gave a sly smile as she glanced up then back down at her phone.

“You working this weekend?”

“Afraid so.” She nodded as she texted. “Got to make that money till I find me a sugar daddy who wants to take care of me.”

“Well at least you are aiming high.” I shrugged. She looked up and smiled at me and gave a little wink.

“Okay everyone. Settle down.” Ms. Greene said as she closed the door to the classroom after a tall gentleman entered dressed a fireman's dress uniform. He looked like he belonged in one of those calender's the fire department sold to raise money.

“I know what I want for Christmas.” Christy said behind me as she leaned over to talk to Amy in the next row.

“I know how eager you all are for today. This is Mister ford from the local fire department. He will be signing off on your certification. For those of you who have not partnered up you will be able to practice on the dummy. Participation is not mandatory and you are free to opt out if you choose.”

“Can we opt to do it on the cute fire fighter.” Amy asked out loud as she raised her hand.

“I am afraid not.” He replied.

“Damn.” Amy muttered under her breath as she snapped her fingers in time with the collective sigh of many of the girls around the class room.

“Now. Do we have any volunteers to go first.” Ms. Greene asked and clasped her hands together.

“Me and Jake would like to go.” Christy said behind me.

“Really?” I glanced back as I turned in the chair.

“What. Best to rip off the band-aid and get it over with.” Christy shrugged as she got up. It figure the one time she showed intuitive in class I would get dragged into it.

“Very well Ms. Sterling. Mister Williams. If you would come up front please.” Ms. Greene motioned toward a mat she had laid out on the floor. We headed up toward the front. “Okay who is going to be the victim first?”

“Pretty sure she means you?” Christy gave me a look.

“Ha ha.” I rolled my eyes.

“Lets start with the abdominal thrust.” The firefighter said. Christy got behind me and went through the paces of placing her hand in the right spot then suddenly shoved her hand into my stomach knocking the air out of me. I found myself gasping a little for air.

“You okay Mister Williams?” Ms. Greene asked.

“Fine. Just got the air knocked out of me.”

“I would say that counts as a pass then.” The firefighter checked his clipboard. If I had anything in my throat it would have been in the back of the classroom by now. “Most young women tend to lack the power to do it on larger men so well done.

“Thank you.” Christy bobbed her head then looked at me and shrugged. “Sorry.” Next was my turn as Christy took up position and I got behind her feeling a little awkward now doing this in front of the whole class.

“Come on. Don't be shy.” Christy took my hands around her waist.

“Do I have to do it so hard. I don't want to hurt her.” I looked at the firefighter.

“No. Just demonstrate the technique properly.” He shook his head. I reached around and felt her stomach till I found her chest bone and moved my hand down and placed my hands in the correct position and gave a few quick thrust as her ass brushed back against me. It didn't help that she made a little noise under her breath.

“Okay good enough.” The firefighter said checking a box.

“Was it good for you?” Christy teased as she touched my hands on her stomach making the classroom laugh. Least she knew how to cut the tension.

“Quit everyone. Mister {WILLIAMS} if you would.” Ms. Greene looked down at the mat on the floor. I went over and laid down on the mat and Christy knelt down beside me.

“What is the first step.” The instructor asked.

“Um. HELLO 9-1-1. There is like a cute guy passed out here.” Christy said.

“Very good but if more then one person is present you should have someone else call 9-1-1.” The guy nodded.

“Okay tilt the airway back. Listen for breathing and look at his chest to see if it is rising.” Christy went though the motions as she adjusted my head and stuck her ear close to my mouth.

“He is not breathing what do you do?” The instructor asked.

“Thirty chest compressions.” Christy moved down and put her hands together and placed them on my chest after finding the correct spot. I couldn't help but glance down as her tits squeezed together between her arms.

“Not so hard this time. We don't need a real medical emergency.” Ms. Greene said.

“One, two, three, four..” Christy said going through the paces. Her ass twerking up and down behind her as she was really putting her effort in to sell it. She reached thirty and moved down to the part I was dreading. “Now you preform two breathes giving him mouth to mouth.” Christy pinched my nose and opened my mouth then closed her lips over mine and breathed in once and then again though the second time she gave my tongue a playful little flick to mess with me catching me a little by surprise. She sat up and smiled down at me.

“Next?”

“Listen to see if he is still breathing. If not repeat the process.” Christy smiled.

“Good news Mister Williams you get to live to come to school next Monday.” The instructor said as he checked off another box on his clipboard.

“Can I get a second opinion.” I smiled as I sat up.

“His girlfriend will be happy to here that.” Christy grinned as she offered her hand to help me up.

“Now your turn to lay down Ms. Sterling.” Ms. Greene said.

“Okay.” Christy laid down and made herself comfortable. I hope she was wearing panties otherwise the instructor might get a little peepshow but it might help my score.

“If you would talk us through it.” The instructor said.

“Have. Some one call 9-1-1. Then look for any emergency alert bracelets or anything that might suggest a medical condition.

“Very good. Most people just rush in. While saving the persons life is important to have what information you can get from the scene for when medical personal arrive.”

“Damn.” Christy muttered under her breath having forgot that one.

“No talking from the victim.” The instructor said.

“Right. Sorry.” Christy played dead.

“Tilt the head back.” I said as I touched her neck and head and then leaned down to listen to her airway. I couldn't help but admire the view down her cheerleading blouse as her two large tits rose and fell. “Check her airway to see if she is breathing. No response starting compression's.” I moved down to her chest trying my best to place my hands on her chest without getting to close to her breast. I didn't press down hard but still her tits bounced lightly in her top. If not for the fact that I was in class I might have totally gotten a boner. “Now give her two breaths.” I moved down and placed my mouth over Christy's as I debated rather or not to return the favor.