This chapter is dedicated to Lady Maca, who read this and helped me decide the direction for this story. Thank you so much for your help and support.
The double update is for Shamylover, who is sick this weekend, and needs a little love. Here you go, and get better!
Schrödinger's Coitus: Don't have a cat in hell's chance
Amy blinked her eyes open to a triple repetitive sound ringing in her ears.
"Knock Knock Knock.. "Amy"
"Knock Knock Knock.. "Amy"
"Knock Knock Knock.. "Amy"
Sheldon knocked on the head board in his obsessive compulsive fashion to wake her. Amy's confused look overshadowed the feeling of Sheldon naked body smashed against hers.
"Sheldon…. What's going on?"
"Amy, are you aroused?" His arm was wrapped around her head, and she felt his warm body against her as his aroma filled her nose. "I'm… oh… I Just woke up, Sheldon, what? Am I what?"
"Are you aroused? You moaned in your sleep again, so I thought you might be aroused. Were you dreaming again?"
"No, I don't think so… Maybe.. I don't…
"Was it about him?"
"Who is him?"
"The man you were dreaming about last night. Was it Leonard?"
Amy slammed her head against the pillow, "I don't know Sheldon. I don't think I was dreaming. If I was, I don't remember but it wasn't LEONARD!"
"Good." Sheldon moved closer to her sniffing her hair, "Regardless, we can't miss an opportunity Amy. With your limited sexual desire, we have to strike while the iron is hot. So, I will ask again, are you aroused?" Sheldon leaned forward extenuating his words with his proximity. If Amy wasn't aroused before, she certainly was on her way. However, Sheldon's jabs at her desire were unwelcome.
"I don't know, frankly. I just woke up, AGAIN! Are you?" Amy looked down toward the sheet, like she could see something through the thin cotton. She wasn't sure, but it felt like something was up against her thigh.
Sheldon ignored her question, "Honestly, Amy how can you not know if you are aroused? Boy, you aren't making this easy. Okay… Phase two." Sheldon put his hand of Amy's breast and squeezed it. She pulled back slightly in alarm.
"Sheldon! What are you.." Sheldon cut off her objections. "Look Amy, I am doing what needs to done to get this experiment completed. " Sheldon continued to lightly clutch her breast. His palm was squeezing her nipple as she indistinctly arched back. "Well, my, okay.. that's new…"
Sheldon continued touching her breast while he watched her face. Amy breathed heavily; the smell of her toothpaste was still on her breath from the after lunch cleaning. She watched his eyes as she moved slightly toward him. Sheldon voice was low as he explained his actions, "Well, I have determined that we need to expand the parameters of the experiment in order for you to reach arousal. I have devised protocols that will enhance your arousal in an accelerated rate. There are 5 phases."
Amy was intrigued, and the list of phases wasn't bad either. "What are these phases?" Sheldon's warm hand was massaging her breast and squeezing it, but his touch was soft and timid.
"Phase one: Proximity. Phase two: manual stimulation of mammary glands. Now, I have some questions. But first, how often do you do a self breast examine?"
"What? Why? Do you feel something?" Amy almost shot up in alarm.
"No, I don't but you really should do this once a month, Amy. If you want I can show a technique I learned. See you need to.."
"Sheldon! I do just fine. Now what are your questions that do not have to with breast cancer examinations. It's kind of killing the mood."
"OH sorry, quite right." Sheldon was watching Amy's reactions to his manual stimulation, "Amy which of your breast is the most sensitive?" His lithe hand moved in a wave motion as he felt her pliable breast. Amy couldn't think while he was kneading her chest like bread dough. Just to have Sheldon willing find second base, was keeping her eyes wide and her brain blank.
"I… umm. Don't know… I think… I…"
"Oh Amy how could not know? I guess we have another experiment." Sheldon leaned up on his knees and grabbed her other breast with his large hand. Both hands stopped, "Okay. First the right." Sheldon played with her breast like dough, "Then left…" He mirrored his action. Amy watched him above her, noting his naked body for the first time. She was too busy eyeing her new favorite scene to answer.
"Okay… Now this.." He rubbed her nipples with his thumb on the right. Amy drew in a sweet, short breath, "Or this one?" Her mind was trying to quantify the quality, but frankly, they were both feeling marvelous.
"I don't know, do that again, I'll see."
Sheldon repeated the motion, as he watched her arch back. Her velvety skin brushed up against his own. He noticed her breathing had changed, her pulse was rapid and her chest was flush. "Um.. Is it this one, or this one?"
"Still not getting it, do it again."
Sheldon took a deep breath, "Fine, once more…This one, or …" He switched hands, "this one?" Amy had to answer before the exercise would be reminiscent of a trip to the optometrist office, but she was loving the feeling surging through her.
"Um… Left, just only a little bit."
Sheldon looked down and said a one simple word, "Good." Then he leaned his body down and placed his face near her chest. His body was laying next to her, flush to her side. His own arousal was growing, and nudging in her thigh.
"Now that we know which is most sensitive, Phase three. " He took her breast in his mouth. Amy was so shocked, all she could think to do was arch back and let out a moan. His hand held her breast while he sucked just the tip of her harden nipple.
"Oh.. My.. I thought… Oh… No kissing rule… Oh …"
Sheldon looked up at her with blue eyes and darken pupils, "Amy, this isn't kissing. This is suckling. I had to know which one would maximize the effect. Please inform me if this phase is working to achieve the desire result." Without another word, his mouth returned to its task. It was working, Amy thought, all too well.
Her pleasure receptors were floating on the sensation pulsing through her. Amy's only problem at the moment was what to do with her hands. She wanted to wrap them around Sheldon's neck and pull him in close.
She finally, just lightly placed her hand on his shoulder. His tightened muscles strained holding up his body, but he didn't pull away. Amy was just as aroused by the suckling action on her breast, as she was holding his rounded shoulder and his acceptance of her touch.
He was painstakingly slow, making each pass count. His other hand moved to her other breast and played with harden nipple as before. No reason to waste time, he thought. He could feel Amy's hand on his shoulder and hear her slight moans in his ears. He concentrated on the texture more than taste of her. Her breasts were hardening and softening at the same time. His curious tongue experimented with different techniques and his mind catalog each of her responses. He tested his method at least 3 times before changing techniques. He was methodical in his pursuit. Amy was a ball of moaning putty. Once he went through all variations, he checked with Amy.
"Amy, did phase three work successfully?
Amy was flushed, red chest and out of breath. The only answer she could pass through her lips was "Yes."
"Good, I am really not ready for phase four. May I proceed to try the experiment?" Trying not to think of trains, was difficult.
Amy would love to know what phase four was, but a more pressing matter needed attention. It was pressing into her thigh. She timidly asked, "Are you… ready to proceed? Should I do anything?" Amy was hoping to return the favor to Sheldon's chest, which was at the moment hovering over her own, rising and falling, almost touching her.
"No, I am ready."
Amy raised her knees, and spread her legs slightly, "Please proceed."
Sheldon looked nervous to repeat the same position he had hurt Amy previously. She could see his concern and stomped it out by swiftly pulling off her panties, 'Sheldon, the variables are completely different. I am quite sure this is the best method, so far. So… Please proceed." She tried not to supplicate her response, but it didn't matter, Sheldon was already getting in position. His previous condom practice brought his application time to less than 15 seconds.
Sheldon positioned himself between Amy. This time, his forearms held him up but they were wrapped around her head, so his body was flush with Amy. He could feel the soft skin of her chest on his. Her harden nipples were grazing his ribs. Sheldon was fascinated how soft her skin was compared to his. It was like he was lying on a blanket of warm silk.
His hands were in her hair. As he moved closer to her, the scent filled his brain with memories of the pillow he held so close after the first time. Sheldon body was urging him to feel her, but he had to concentrate. The parameters of the experiment called for no unnecessary touching. Feeling her hair was unnecessary for her to achieve orgasm.
Amy bent her knees more and spread her thighs wide. His tip could feel her wet arousal and was confirmation that his careful conditions and phases worked, and he could enter her without manual help. He slipped into her with ease. Sheldon drew in a staggered breath as he watched her head arch back with a rumbling moan. He felt her all around him, tight but smooth. As he pushed into further, the feeling of her warm core and her intoxicated scent caused him to close his eyes and breathe deeply though his nose. He wanted to take it all in, wrap all sensation around him like a warm Amy blanket.
He pulled out slightly and pushed in again. This time, the movement was easier, smooth, fluid. He tried the motion again and then one more time. Amy let out a moan and wrapped her hands around his neck. He wanted to stop and remind her of unnecessary touch clause, but he was too enraptured to find his voice. As she let out a purr, she faced him and looked into his blue eyes. He slowed down and wrapped his hands around her head. He wanted to feel her silken hair. One strand had fallen on her cheek and it was all the excuse he needed to touch it. He pushed into her once again as he pulled the errant strand off her face. His hands moved to the back of her head and neck feeling her hair weave through his fingers like silken fringe. He felt her warm breath with a hint of mint on his lips with each thrust; he heard her moan slightly with a gaped mouth.
Sheldon slowed his movements and licked his lips. He tried to swallow down his desire as he watched her mouth let out the erotic sounds. Don't think of trains. He moved his mouth closer, not allowing his lips touch hers, but the fight would soon be over. The overwhelming feeling between his legs was nothing compared to the urge to kiss her. His lips feather touched hers and he pulled back slightly, but already he missed the contact.
He took an another swallow and lightly pressed his lips to hers. It wasn't a date night, it wasn't necessary, but he selfishly allowed himself to feel her lips on his. His eyes widen at his own action and he pulled back in alarm. He felt ashamed that he gave into his desire and took advantage of her. He was mortified.
He could see her eyes smile and mouth grin with permission and she pulled him back to her. His erection seemed to stiffen even more. He pulled back and thrust into her again while pressing his lips again on hers. This time, it felt even more necessary.
He drew back and thrust again while his wet warm lips were still attached to hers. Her mouth let out a moan while his lips were connected. He felt like moaning himself and he could hear his moans echo in her mouth. He plunged into her again, with profound movement, and deepened the kiss, allowing his mouth to open while his tongue tasted her lips for the first time. Amy tongue met his and danced against each other timidly. After he pulsed into her again, she let out a higher pitched moan and he dove his tongue into her mouth tasting her completely. He pulled back slightly and pushed into her again, as her hands moved to his shoulder blades, pulling him into her harder. Sheldon groaned in her mouth as he continued to kiss her. Every thrust was met with a deep kiss. Sheldon didn't know which action was more exciting, the kiss or the pulsing feeling from Amy's core. One was for science and the other was desire, but they were mixing together. He wasn't aware of the decoction of his mixture, yet.
The feeling was building, growing rising twisting together in hot wet dance. Each thrust felt better than the last, but it was also tighten around him, twisting up a top waiting for tension to snap. Each moan grew louder, lower more guttural and urgent like the sound could release the tension alone. Sheldon hips moved on their own, finding a steady and deep rhythm that fueled their moans and pushed them both further toward each other.
Suddenly Sheldon felt a pulsing wave constrict around him and Amy arched her head back and let out a cry. He heard the words, "Oh Sheldon!" echo through the room and reverberate in his ears. Hearing his name and feeling Amy pulse around him sent him to oblivion. He arched his own head back as he felt pulse after pulse crash into a splendid wave of bliss. As the last surging pulses were trickling down his body, he allowed himself one more deep kiss to finish off the wave.
When he was done he pulled his head back to focus on the woman beneath him. He could have sworn she glowed from every pore. Her munificent smile was contagious. But then a cooling realization hit Sheldon. She must have had an orgasm. This experiment was concluded. He pulled back slightly, but not able to leave her just let and not wanting to hear she had her orgasm. He moved her hair off her face and let his hand drift down her skin. Their bodies were fused together; the most contact either one had with anyone or each other. He placed his forehead on hers as he caught his breath. He had a sad look in his eye that confused Amy.
Finally, he spoke, "Amy… are you … Okay?"
"Yes, Sheldon I am. That was… Nice…"
"Good…" He took a large swallow and continued to look at her with broad unblinking eyes. "Did you…"
"Yes…"At first Amy was elated, but as she answered, her voice went soft as she realized what it meant. They had both preformed the experiment with the required efficacy. Now, they had to decide. Seven days to evaluate. Amy hadn't moved. Neither did Sheldon. They stayed fused together for an incalculable time, matching their breathing. They stared at each other mining their eyes for meaning from their actions. Looking to the other for answers that neither one had or could utter.
Sheldon took a deep breath, "Forgive me… I shouldn't have kissed you, like that…We never.. I mean… It wasn't required… I over stepped." He looked ashamed, the act of kissing took advantage of her more than the act of coitus. Amy placed her hand on his face, cupping it with a reassuring touch.
"Sheldon, I think your kissing was a necessary action to achieve the desired results. Think of it as phase 1.5"
Sheldon smiled and only said one word, "Good." Finally he reluctantly pushed himself off the bed and grabbed his robe. Amy finally saw his naked body from the back. He was pale, and lanky, but surprisingly muscular with deep large dimples on the sides of buttocks leading to his hips. She could make out his hip bone barely before he pulled the robe around his body. He sat back on the edge of the bed and turned to looked at her.
Amy's hair was splayed over the pillow in chocolate shining waves. Her green eyes were still glowing and matched nicely to her glistening skin. Her lips were a soft rose color, plump and full. She had pulled the sheet around her chest, but her cleavage was still visible which had a rosy flush to match her lips. Her legs were bent and out of the sheet, wrapped around her like a taffy pull. He had never seen her more beautiful. He had to take a sharp breath and swallow to find his voice again.
"Amy… I am going to take a shower. I won't be long. Unless… you want a shower first. I can wait."
"No, please Sheldon, you go. I bet you need it more than I."
"Yes.. Well. Maybe… I will be back..." He reached over to her and pulled that same strand of hair off her face that tempted him earlier. Sheldon stood up, handed Amy the robe and placed his hand on the door knob. He took another swallow and forced himself to look back at Amy. She had sat up in the bed, her hair was hanging in waves on her pale shoulders and the tips were resting on her chest. Her eyes were bright with joy, but her brow was arched in worry. Sheldon let out a sweet, melancholy sigh, swallowed again and turned the cold metal knob with a slight nostalgic smile.
Sheldon slowly stepped in the shower to wash away his confusion; the streams of water scalded his face a red color to match his flush body. He washed away the unknown tear that formed. He knew the experiment was over. He should be elated. He should be thrilled. No more physical contact. No more coitus, or naps, or breast examinations, or anything to do with Lemon Zest tea. No more of that kiss he couldn't get off his lips or his mind. They had seven days to evaluate and report back, but Sheldon knew the survey questions and what they meant. He crafted it before they had coitus. It was formatted in such a way that the only answer to the question Should we continue coitus as part of our relationship was : No.
