"What's the Acromion process?" Miranda asked me. She looked sexy with her dark rimmed glasses on, and her light brown hair piled up on top of her head so that it stuck out from the sides of her face. She looked over her study books with a puzzled look. I could see down her pink blouse at her cleavage.
I pulled my polo shirt collar down off my shoulder a little to feel my collar bone. "Look, it's along here That bump in the collar bone that sticks up just before where the humerus attaches."
Miranda and I were colleagues studying nursing at uni, and we had a test on physical assessments tomorrow. We were studying in the study area of the library. There was noise from other students also studying and a mess of chairs and tables. It was already nine p.m. and the library would be closing in an hour. Miranda was bright, but wasn't a very enthusiastic student. For the last half hour she'd been painting her nails with pink nail polish and waving them in the air watching them dry, talking about what she'd wear to her boyfriend's 21st Birthday party tomorrow. She'd decided on a long light yellow dress that came in at the waist and was sleeveless. I imagined what she'd look like in that, and felt a little tingle. I wanted to undress her.
Miranda pulled down her blouse, revealing a red bra strap as she ran her fingers along her collarbone looking for her Acromion process. Her collarbone looked delicate and I could see it moving up and down as she breathed in. "I can't find it."
Feeling some excitement coming over me, I leaned over the table and stretched out my arms. I ran my finger down her collarbone, feeling her soft skin with the bone underneath. I was imagining what she'd look like if she took her blouse off. "It's there." I said.
" Val, how would I pass this test without you?" Miranda said, sounding exasperated, "Now, where the hell's the Manubrium?"
"Oh, that's just the bony part of your sternum where the first rib and collar bone joins." I explained, running my finger down from my neck to feel the mass of bone beneath my skin. Then I leaned forwards and touched Miranda's. Through her top, as there were other students around still.
"And how do I find the tenth rib?" Miranda asked.
"I'll have to show you. But you need to take your shirt off first," I told her, "so we'll go into the ladies room."
Miranda and I went into a toilet cubicle. It was a little small for both of us, but she placed the seat down and sat on top. I lifted her blouse off her, revealing a bright red bra that hugged her breasts like sea shells with a heart pasted on it in silver sequins. I found her supersternal notch. I placed my fingers on it delicately, looking at the cleavage that the bra shells didn't cup completely, whilst feeling her racing pulse in the notch. Then I placed three fingers below that, to either side was the second rib. Her skin was so soft.
"Take your bra off so I can see the rib ridges." I whispered, trying to minimise any noise or echoes in case someone suddenly came into the bathroom and heard us. In truth, I could have found her ribs with her bra on. But this made study more fun.
Miranda reached her hands around her back and released the hooks holding her bra together, displaying her shaven and deeply pitted axilla. Her breasts were round and the skin perfect, soft and peachy. The pink areolar of her nipples became erect with the coldness in the bathroom, and I hoped she was becoming aroused. But the fact Miranda had a boyfriend burnt a hole in me. I liked other women. And that included Miranda.
Miranda giggled as I placed my hands on her breasts. "Touch me." She said, giggling. I could feel myself growing between my legs, and pulled the crotch of my tight jeans up higher.
I palpated Miranda's breasts and tweaked her nipples. She stuck her chest out further towards me.
"I want to practise on you now." She told me, and lifted my top over my head, so that my straight blonde hair was messed up. I was breathing heavily as she undid my bra straps. I wore a white bra. My breasts were smaller than Miranda's and a little perkier; they weren't the smooth round melons she had. I was a little conscious of it.
"It's good that you're breathing heavy." Miranda said, "It makes finding your supersternal notch easier."
"Wait! I haven't shown you how to find your ribs yet." I said.
I placed three fingers below her notch. "Here's your second rib." I said, running my finger across it and across her breast again. " And your forth and fifth and so on." I said, looking at the rises in her chest, and stroking down them as though she was a stringed instrument. There wasn't much room in the cubicle, so I kept feeling my body against the cold door.
