Listening to Amanda's Heart.

I turned back to the cart and opened the second drawer and grabbed my stethoscope out. “I am going to listen to your heart and lungs now.” I said as I slid it on and rubbed the drum against my chest to listen to the sound and warm the cold instrument before I put it to her chest.

I smiled as Amanda stuck out her chest in anticipation making her breasts perk up. I leaned over and placed it to her chest above her left breasts and listened to her heart pounding. A little display showed her sinus rhythm and BPM.

"What kind of stethoscope is that?" Mrs. Hart asked a she touched my shoulder noting the head over the digital auscultation and noise cancellation that amplified Amanda's heart beat. I was sure it looked a little odd with its large rectangular with a round circular drums on one side. She leaned in closer, her glasses sliding down her nose as she peered at the device with keen interest. Her large breasts rubbing against my arm as it felt like a soft pillow.

“It's digital. It allows me to record sounds if I hear something I can send a recording via email to a doctor or specialist.” I shrugged. Given that I had limited training I could not assets medical problems and treat them.

I moved it around listening for any irregular sounds but all I heard was the drumming of her heart and went across her chest listening to each of the major heart values. “Your heart is good and your Aortic value, Pulmonary value, and mitral value all seem fine.” I smiled.

I moved it over to her side of her rib cage behind her left breasts listening to her lung. “Breath in for me.” I said. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding and her breasts rising up in her brassier. The straps of her bra strained slightly with the movement of her breasts.

“And exhale.” I said watching her chest slowly fall. As she did I could not help but notice her bra cups leaving the smallest little gaps at the top showing the top of her areolas peeking out.

I moved over to the other side doing the same as I listened to her lung and watched as her chest slowly as it rose and fell like waves on a beach coming in and out while the sound of her breathing filled my ears.

Lastly I moved it down to her stomach listening for bowels. Sliding the stethoscope smoothly over her toned stomach. I wasn't listening for anything really just making sure everything sounded in order as the scope glided across her silky smooth skin. The cool metal leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as it crossed the smooth terrain of her belly.

“Do you have any pain or discomfort in your stomach?” I inquired as I removed my stethoscope and began running my hands over her smooth belly as I caressed it softly and probed her by pressing my fingers in at places into her skin.

“No Amanda shook her head.” As she smiled and bit her lip as she looked at me mischievously. She arched her back slightly, pushing her stomach up against my hands as she leaned back on her arms.

I moved my hands to her side admiring her soft skin and slender waist as I wrapped my hands around it and probed her kidneys then moved down to just above her pantie line as I palpitated the area around her bladder and uterus checking for any discomfort. She blushed as she bit her lip and looked at me, her breath quickening slightly. I slowly slid my hands away and smiled. My fingers trailed across her skin as I withdrew them, maintaining contact until the last possible moment.

“Put your wrist in my hands please.” I smiled. She nodded and but her arms in my hands and I held them using my fingers to check her pulse in both slender arms. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, a stark contrast to the cool air of the classroom and the soft skin of her inner wrists felt delicate against my fingertips.

She had a good pulse in each as the steady rhythm thumped against my fingertips, strong and consistent in both arms. The rhythm was quick and strong against my fingertips, faster than I'd expected. I wondered if our proximity was affecting her as much as it was me.

“Good pulse. I will be examining your arms now.” I ran my looked her arms over and then turned wrist over running my eyes up them. As I rotated her arms, she bit her lower lip, her eyes following my hands. The soft skin of her inner arms pebbled with goosebumps along her forearms, making the small fine hairs stand on end as my fingers traced lightly up to her elbows.

I examined the skin of both arms running my eyes up one and then the other and rotated her arms. No signs of needle marks though most rich kids like her took pills and did not use needles. My fingers finding only a few freckles over the surface. Her skin was smooth and and soft to the touch. I moved up to her upper arms noticing her muscle tone in her arms was light yet dense.

I moved my hands back down to her hands admiring her pink manicured fingernails. They were short but well done which furthered my suspicion she was into cheerleading. She wanted to look good but not let her nails get in the way of her acrobatics. She had done them recently as they had a luster to them but had some chipping on her left hand so maybe a day ago. “You are left handed?” I looked up and smiled.

“Yes. How did you know?” Amanda asked as she tilted her head and gave me an expression of curiosity as she looked up at me with her baby blue eyes.

“Tell you later. Let you think about it for a bit.” I gave her a wink and glanced back down at her hands, taking in the slender fingers and soft skin as they rested in my palms, observing how her slender fingers curled slightly in my grasp as I held her hands. I admired her well manicured pink nails and then turned her hands over looking at he palm. noting the faint lines crisscrossing the soft skin and the gentle cups of her palms. Not a callous or mark on them telling me of a life untouched by manual labor or harsh conditions. Her hands were perfect for with slender fingers just long enough to offer a firm grip but smooth palms for a reduced friction, ideal for tracing passionate patterns across heated skin or delivering feather-light, teasing touches. I could only image what it feel like to have her hand wrapped around my cock. I gently spread her fingers, examining each one carefully and pressing on each to watch as it turned pale white before returning to normal seeing she had good blood flow.

"Squeeze my hands please? As tight as you can." I said holding both hands palm up. She took my hands, holding them for a second in hers. Her fingers were soft and warm as they wrapped around my palms. Amanda's grip tightened gradually as she squeezed firmly. I felt the strength in her hands, noting the firmness of her grasp.

"Good. Equal strength in both hands. Smooth well cared for skin and nails." I smiled, rubbing my thumbs against the back of her palms and raised one hand giving it a kiss making her blush before letting them go. The girls in the class let out a collective noise, a mix of giggles, gasps, and excited whispers filling the room. Some leaned forward in their seats, eyes wide with interest, while others exchanged knowing glances or covered their mouths to stifle their reactions.