pumpyheartgirl

[pumpyheartgirl]

At first, we made small talk, a little nervous, but the hesitation quickly faded. There was something intimate about knowing we were here for something special, something most people wouldn’t understand. We sat on a secluded bench, laughing at how exciting yet strange this felt.

“You first?” he asked with a smile.

I nodded and moved a little closer. Gently, I placed my hand on his chest, right over his heart. His sweater was thin enough for me to feel the warmth of his skin beneath. At first, his heartbeat was calm and steady, but as soon as my hand touched him, I felt it speed up. We looked at each other and laughed.

“I think you’re making me nervous,” he admitted.

I left my hand there and closed my eyes, just feeling the moment. His heart pounded strong and deep, sometimes quickening, sometimes slowing down again. I let my fingers move slightly over his chest, feeling the subtle vibrations of each beat.

Then we switched. He placed his hand on my chest, and his touch was warm and firm. My heart was already racing from the excitement, and he noticed immediately.

“Wow,” he said softly. “Your heartbeat is so strong.”

We sat there for a while, just listening to each other’s rhythms, feeling how our bodies reacted to the closeness. It was intimate in a way that’s hard to explain, no words, no expectations, just the pure, raw sound of life beneath our skin.

When we finally said goodbye, it felt like we had shared something rare. Not just a meeting but an experience we would both remember for a long time.