The Increased Blood Flow Theory

Chapter Four

It was the most bizarre sensation she had ever experienced. Even with the impromptu lesson in pleasing a man orally she'd received from Penny and Bernadette during their spa retreat the previous weekend, peeled bananas and cucumbers now weren't most phallic things she'd pressed against her lips. Amy found the contrasts and contradictions of the male anatomy intriguing. It was both hard and spongy. Smooth and ridged. It seemed to pulse with a life of its own. That alone would have made her drop what she was doing if she didn't already know what to expect.

Further proof that my bestie was involved in this conspiracy.

Still, she was glad she was able to practice on fruit and vegetables lest she would have made a fool of herself. If truth be told, she once considered the act of fellatio a little gross and plenty demeaning. But since she now was going down on her sweet Baboo, it really wasn't so bad. She took him deeper in to her mouth and allowed her tongue to explore the salty sponge of his mushroom head and was slightly surprised at the hitch in his breathing as her tongue traced along the dip where tip met shaft. Amy pulled back to get a look at him and what she saw was nothing short of amazing. He was laid back with a pillow under his head and a serene expression despite his closed eyes. He was the picture of calm betrayed only by his labored breathing and the comforter trapped within his fists.

She let a slow smile bloom across her face as her heart swelled with love when two very profound ideas oscillated loudly in her mind.

He trusts me.

I affect him.

He trusts me. I affect him. He trusts me. I affect him.

Somewhere from depths undiscovered, her feminine pride rose and began to smolder through her.

I affect him.

She dipped her face and quickly found the depth that she was comfortable with. Amy slowly pulled her head back swirling her tongue against the tip of him with a small flourish before pulling away completely. She saw when Sheldon's hips twitched and she quickly took stock of the geometry of his manhood like Penny suggested. She found that the widest—and likely the most sensitive—part of him was roughly a third of the way down from his tip and the rest of the way to his base was of a considerable length. She found that at least a few of the techniques suggested by Bernadette would be very useful.

Thank goodness for men built like Glenn.

Amy licked her palm and set to practice her acquired theoretical knowledge.

She slowly established a rhythm of hand twisting and tongue flourishing and was rewarded with the sound of Sheldon's breaths becoming shallower sporadically punctuated by little groans. He hissed when her teeth accidentally brushed against the skin on the underside of his shaft and she quickly soothed the affected area as if in silent apology with her tongue.

He trusts me.

Time seemed to stall as her focus—her world—narrowed to her ability to soothe and love Sheldon with this one act. Her senses became attuned to his reactions and she'd learned a lot more about him in the eternity of this type coupling than in the years they'd been courting. She sensed the moment he was close and redoubled her efforts to bring him to his peak. A long tortured groan escaped his normally articulate lips as he swelled on her tongue and released long, ropey spurts of come down her throat. She drank him in greedily until there was no more.

Amy sat back on her heels as she examined the salty, musky, Sheldon-y flavors on her tongue. Her lips were puffy and felt polished smooth across the back of her hand.

I must look like I just got done with a heavy make-out session.

She looked over at Sheldon to see that his breathing was slowing, his cheeks were flushed and his hooded eyes sparkled with curiosity.

He's probably wondering where I learned how to do that.

Sheldon opened his mouth to speak but his voice came out low and rough despite clearing his throat. "Thank you, Amy. I feel a little better now that the edge is off. That was a … pleasurable experience." His praise set Amy's skin in a fierce blush and made her feminine pride perk up with near manic glee. She felt powerful.

Maybe the act of fellatio isn't so gross or demeaning, she mused.

She carefully inspected her handy work.

Sheldon's hair looked ruffled, part of his shirt rode up to expose pale lower abdomen and his erection still bobbed, although slightly less vertically than it did several minutes earlier.

Sheldon watched her look at his body and blood surged southward as he recalled the intense pleasure his girlfriend bestowed upon him. His muscles felt loose as he relaxed back into the mattress and enjoyed the satisfying buzz that coursed through his system. If he had known it would have been that good, they might have tried it sooner.

"I'm still too sensitive right now but I should be ready for another one in a few minutes." Her eyes snapped up to meet his.

"Sheldon that was the first time I'd ever done that. I was mostly guessing on how not to hurt you as well as myself. My jaw is a little sore and I don't know what my recovery time would look like."

"I can't wait that long, Amy. We have to do something because I refuse to have a priapism on my medical record," a whine edged his argument.

"You're still going to have to wait a while. Besides, I'm not even sure I did it correctly. Although, I'm sure the people who do engage in…that activity… have eventually worked out what works for them. I was just looking to find a way to calm you and ease the side effects of this drug." Sheldon said nothing for the minute he watched Amy rub her jaw. His mind continued to flip back to the intoxicating sensations he'd just experienced and thought it was commendable that she stepped out of her comfort zone to help him.

Should I thank her? A gentleman would.

"Amy," he called softly. She turned to face him as one hand kneaded the stiff muscles at the side of her neck. "If your aim was to 'calm me and ease the side effects' as you say, then you can consider yourself successful." Her little smile was grateful.

Minutes passed in silence each absorbing the new shift in their relationship paradigm when a question occurred to Sheldon.

"Amy, why did you, uh, pleasure me?"

"Because I'm obligated by the Relationship Agreement to take care of you when you're sick."

"But why that act?"

"Because lubricant is needed for a hand job and I have it on good authority that a fellatio is the most efficient, least messy act regarding non-penetrative sex."

Sheldon's features reflected a dissatisfaction with her reply.

"I also did it because I lo…care about you and I cannot stand the idea of you being in any sort of discomfort. So, I do what I can to make you feel good." He didn't immediately reply. As he took the time to process her words, Sheldon found that he was profoundly touched by the earnestness of her tone. He was almost immediately ashamed with himself for not having the courage to reciprocate despite the fact that he too could not stand the idea of Amy being in any sort of discomfort. Sheldon strongly suspected that she would have behaved similarly whether or not uncomfortable acts were included in their relationship agreement.

The question is, would I have done the same for her if the roles were reversed?

He wasn't so sure.

Sheldon quickly examined their current situation. As far as he knew, clinical studies on the effects of Viagra used on women with little to no natural ability for sexual arousal did not note serious side effects on females. As a general rule, Sheldon was not keen on gaps in his knowledge of any subject. But the unknown of how this could affect Amy was troubling. He needed to figure out how to help her limit the damage that this drug could have to her system. It then occurred to him that there was a way for the both of them to work off the effects of the Viagra without involving further jaw injuries for Amy. And, really, it was the least that he could do under the circumstances. He turned his head to face his girlfriend and spoke in a soft, calm voice.

"Amy, for one day only, I will give you a twenty-four hour pass for unrestricted physical contact." In the space of a few seconds, Amy's expression morphed from surprise to annoyance to concern. Her next question was tinged with disbelief.

"Are you sure this is something that you want, Sheldon? Do you understand that once this happens, there is no magic time-turner that could change things back the way they were?"

Sheldon looked at her and recognized the fear that was woven into the fabric of her forced calm. Mainly because it looked a lot like his own. Rather than give her a verbal answer, he levered up on his right elbow and slid his left hand to the back of her neck, weaving his fingers with her soft hair as he gently pulled her down to meet her lips with his.

The contact made his mind explode with one word—the answer to both of her questions. With any luck it would be the word he would manage to make her repeat for the next twenty-four hours.

YES!

A/N: I only have two more chapters to go before the end of this story. Or at least, that's the plan. Unfortunately, dear readers, I have not written the next chapter. As a first time Shamy writer, I admit that I'm at a loss as to what my hard-core Shamy shippers really enjoy reading when it comes to this pairing. I suppose that I could read some mores stories but that takes too long and I'll learn faster if you all just tell me. I want the next part of the story to be really steamy but I need ideas. I am open to ALL suggestions, so please tell me what you want to read in your reviews or PM's. I'll try to integrate as many of your ideas as I can. I thank you in advance for reading, reviewing and PM-ing! ;0)