FIRST AID TRAINING
I was in my early twenties, dating and sometimes living with my boyfriend Jess. We got together with many different couples and singles including two guys who Jess worked with Tommy and Wesley. We would gather at Jess's apartment. I often stayed over with him. Tommy and Wes often had dates. We would go out clubbing or to a movie in various combinations.
Jess, Tommy and Wes were going through some first aid training where they worked. They were in construction and first aid could be very important in the event of an accident. They were not paying much attention to the training; they were sort of 'fuck-ups' to use the standard description. They would get together and drink beer and talk about the training and try to remember what they had been told. If someone's life depended on these guys, the person was in real trouble.
On a Friday night, they were trying to remember what they'd been taught about resuscitating someone who had stopped breathing. They were half-drunk and rambling on about things and not making much sense. I was laughing at their silliness. They complained that the dummy they were using for mouth-to-mouth was unrealistic and that none of the guys would agree to letting them do mouth-to-mouth on them. So, Jess had the bright idea of practicing on me. He convinced me to lay on the floor so he could demonstrate the technique. I'd had a few drinks and was always looking for a good time, so I agreed. Having three guys putting their mouths on mine got my motor running.
I laid on my back on the rug and Jess proceeded to give me mouth-to-mouth. He was doing more kissing than breathing into my mouth, and that was fine with me. Wesley said, "Let me try." Jess agreed and Wesley knelt at my side. He put his mouth over mine and simulated breathing into my mouth. Having his mouth on mine was funny and I laughed while he tried to be serious. He was essentially kissing me.
Then, Tommy took a turn. He put his mouth over mine and puffed in a breath of air. Instead of doing numerous brief puffs, he just kept his mouth there, kissing me. I let him do it. He tasted sweet and having three guys take turns kissing me was fun. When he got up to give Jess another turn, I kidded him about whether using his tongue was a new technique they were teaching.
Jess took the next turn and I put my arms around his neck and held him in a long kiss. We were necking on the floor with the others watching. I reached between his legs and found his boner. I wasn't the only one being 'revived'. He started the part of breathing into my mouth and then pushing on my chest. I couldn't help but laugh the silliness.
Wes took another turn and I found myself in a minutes long kiss. He made no pretense of puffing into my mouth. We were all laughing and the guys watching were giving the one reviving me instructions.
Then Tommy dropped down beside me. He puffed into my mouth and pushed on my chest. He put his ear against my chest saying he needed to check to see if I was breathing. His pressing on my chest was clumsy. He didn't know exactly where to push. His hands were on my stomach and up by my neck.
I said, "You dumb-shits don't even know where to press."
Tommy had his head on my chest and said he couldn't hear my heart beating. I was wearing a sweatshirt and he was saying it was too thick to hear through. I knew what he was suggesting and went along with it. I sat up and removed my shirt, reclining in my bra to let him try again. He put his ear on my chest again, rubbing against the exposed parts of my breasts. He still couldn't locate my heart beat. The fact that there was music playing in the background made the entire exercise ridiculous.
My boyfriend Jess said, "Let me try." He put his head against my chest and moved around like he was listening, but he was nuzzling my boobs with the side of his face.
I knew what he wanted me to do. I sat up and removed my bra, laying back down topless. Now when Jess put his ear on my breast, he could hear my heartbeat for sure. My heart was beating faster from the arousal I was feeling with three luscious men kissing me and rubbing their faces on my boobs. Jess did the whole thing of mouth-to-mouth, pressing on my chest and then listening for a heartbeat. He did it twice, making sure to insert my hard little nipple into his ear when he was listening.
Well, the other guys wanted to take a turn and I wanted them to. Wes kissed me and then put his face on my breast, rubbing his ear around to flick my nipple over his ear lobe. He couldn't resist putting his lips on my other nipple before he got up to give Tommy a turn.
Tommy took his turn he kissed me deeply before pretending to puff into my mouth. He put his face in my chest and played telephone with one nipple in his ear and the other in his mouth. I was really turned on by all this attention.
We took a break. I stayed topless. I liked the feeling of freedom and the air felt good on my breasts. When we came back, Wes suggested we pretend I was an accident victim that they found beside the road and they would do first aid on me.
I laid on my stomach, pretending to be unconscious. The three guys dropped down beside me and made comments about me being unconscious and so forth. I was surprised, but shouldn't have been, when they rolled me over and Tommy and Jess grabbed the waist-band of my shorts and pulled them down my legs and off my feet.
"What are you doing?" I asked.