I've got one for you.
When I was at uni, for some extra cash sometimes, I'd get paid to vacuum and tidy up this health centre that was on campus. It consisted of an open, communal hall with couches, health information and such, which adjoined to a doctor's consultation room. A week before exams one time this girl Mish came to give me a hand. I'd been tutoring her, or trying. She'd just recently come from Thailand and her English wasn't good, giving rise to all manner of difficulties. She was something of a panic merchant, with a zany smile and sense of humour. She could seem a bit ditzy sometimes, but fundamentally she was warm, honest and decent. She was lithe and petite; around 47 kilos, with magic curves, smooth skin and long, black, shiny hair. Obviously I was attracted to her, although we never kissed or dated.
There was a stethoscope on the doctor's desk; a Littman Cardiology, the type with a dual diaphragm. Suddenly I resolved to steth Mish. I'd wondered before what her heart must sound like. I guessed it's beat would be brisk; She was in good health, but a nervy type. I'd noticed fast pulsations in her neck sometimes, sitting in class. She had this habit of clasping a hand across her heart, as if to guard or placate it, when she felt perturbed or embarrassed. This would as like perturb her now. What the hell. With the steth placed in my ears I reached now, gently but firm, and took the broom for her hands.
"Stand still for a moment. Let me check you"
She made a coy show of protest, that lacked conviction. I pressed the diaphragm against her chest, high on the left side.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
She was certainly alive. It was quite as I'd guessed, yet the force and clarity of beats still surprised me.
"Is it OK?"
I nodded. After a brief, uncertain moment her body relaxed. I sensed she enjoyed it - at very least, didn't particularly mind.
I spoke like a doctor: "Will you please unbutton your blouse?"
While she did I turned off three of the four overhead lights in the clinic. The one left on was out in the communal area. Through the doorway it gave a modest, discreet glow..
"Lift your bra"
I slid the diaphragm under. She was blushing now, though unfazed. I found a spot near her nipple where the throb was strongest. You could feel her breast pulsate with each beat. I listened for a full minute or more. I stroked the thick, dark hair falling across her shoulders.This evoked an immediate reaction - like that of a horse pricked by spurs.
"Thaboom! Thaboom! Thaboom! Thaboom!"
Her nipple hardened. I detected goose flesh on the skin of her chest. Her blood raced. She leaned her body against me, until I could feel the escape of her breath. We'd bonded, somehow. Using a clock on the wall I timed her heartbeats - 28 each fifteen seconds.
"Is my heart OK?"
"Very healthy" I assured her. Do you want to listen?"
I gave her the steth and her eyes lit up, in wonder, as she found her heart. She stood back, before me now, supple, glossy and pert in the half light, clasping the instrument to her chest, studying its inner sounds, nodding slightly in time. It was a most alluring sight. I scarcely contained myself.
Afterward we listened to my chest, she then I, in turn. I did star jumps to get my blood racing. I think we both felt a touch embarrassed - I was bashful, at least - when we saw each other the next day. Time progressed and we got past it. I still think about her, from time to time, now twenty years on. I wonder what she's doing, where she lives, what sort of a guy she married. A doctor, perhaps. I wouldn't be surprised.