Unimagined possibilities

Still can't figure how to own any of this

Amy looked at Howard. Neurons that she thought would never fire within her brain started to come to life at an alarming rate. It was almost as if Amy could see bright lights sparkling all over. She started to lose focus of what was being asked of her. Right… Left… bed… a choice… being offered… by a boy… by HOWARD!... something was not right… something didn't fit… something didn't feel right. Amy's eyes started to blink faster… she started to feel light headed… the blinking lights were starting to close in on her… she was going to faint. Suddenly, Amy grabbed for a chair. She needed to stay away from the bed… she wasn't sure why… it just felt wrong…

Howard saw that Amy was looking very pale… her face started to turn paler than normal. He pulled the chair Amy was reaching for over so she could sit down. Amy started to breathe faster and faster. Howard knew that she was starting to hyperventilate. If she didn't get her breathing under control, she would pass out. Howard looked around for some type of bag. He needed something Amy could breathe into. Howard looked over to the closet. There was a bag that you could put your shoes in to pack them into your luggage. He quickly took the bag and handed it to Amy.

Amy took the bag and placed it over her nose and mouth and started to take slow deep breaths. Her breathing was slowing. The bright sparkling lights were going away… she was becoming more aware of her surroundings.

Howard was kneeling in front of Amy looking into her eyes. Amy… Amy… are you okay?

Amy, more out of instinct than anything else slapped Howard across the face knocking him over. Howard put his hand to the side of his quickly reddening face. "HEY…. What was THAT for?"

Amy stood from the chair and rushed to Howard's side. "Sorry… Sorry… I didn't mean it… it was more of a learned reflex reaction…"She held out her hand and Howard tentatively took it standing a bit wobbly before he settled down on the edge of the bed.

Howard looked at Amy with questioning eyes. "What exactly is going on here?"

Amy started to rub her hands together and was pacing back and forth making every effort to not come any closer to the bed that Howard was already sitting on and had propositioned her with. "Ummm Howard… I don't think that this is a good idea at ALL". Amy was waving her hands back and forth.

Howard rubbed his still stinging cheek. "What idea?" He then looked at Amy who was looking from him to the bed and back. "OH…. NO… no… no… You have the wrong idea… I didn't mean… You thought that I… OH… NOooo….."

Amy stopped looking around and fixed her gaze on Howard. "So you weren't…. and you didn't want to…"

Howard looked from Amy to the bed he was sitting on and immediately stood up as if the bed suddenly burst into flames. "NOOoooo of course NOT!... Why would you think THAT?"

Amy backed to the door of the room. "Look… no offense…. But I don't think that we're a good fit… I mean you're married and you're certainly no Sheldon… and then there's Bernadette…"

Howard took a deep breath. "Right there with ya SISTER… Bernie would freak!... and then there is the fact that I happen to be in LOVE with my wife and would NEVER do anything to jeopardize our marriage…"

Amy let out a breath she was holding in. "PHEWwww… that feels better. So you weren't proposing to…"

Howard sat back down on the bed and then immediately shot to attention. "NO not at all… all I was saying was that we could sleep…. NOTHING more… although… I don't think I would be able to get much sleep NOW…"

Amy walked over to Howard. "Even though we have spent some quality time together and we now have a better feeling for who we are, and at least for me… You aren't nearly as bad as you come off at first blush… and I appreciate the offer… I don't have any of those kind of feelings for you".

Howard looked at Amy with wide eyes. "I couldn't agree more… I mean this was nice and all… but no feelings…"What do you say we just call it a night and we drive back home… no bed… no hotel… just two friends supporting each other while they drive back to the safety of their homes… homes that are not near to each other…."

Amy nodded almost without thinking. "That sounds like a great idea. I think I saw some five hour power drink in the office… perhaps we should pick some up for the drive home."

Sheldon looked at Penny, oblivious to her slightly dialated pupils and any meaning they would have, as she came into the apartment with her arms laden with newly purchased shoes and bras and panties and frilly sheer things that were indescribable to him. "WHAT are you talking about? I told you... no more talk of your pretty things! Look at this….!" Sheldon was standing in front of Penny with two hands full of sopping wet panties. Panties of the like he had never laid eyes on. Growing up in an East Texas town of religious fanatics, these sort of things were just not seen, much less talked about… unless of course you frequented the big Victorian house just on the edge of town…. Sheldon unceremoniously put the pile of underwear on the island holding up a particularly sheer pair of white lace high cut panties that seemed almost transparent in their present moist condition. "Exactly WHAT sanitary function do these provide? He then placed those with the others on the island and marched in the direction of the bathroom.

Penny quickly placed her new purchases on the couch as far away from Sheldon's spot as she could and made her way to the bathroom to see what Sheldon was about to do. She attempted to get her breathing under control, however, this new agitated and animated Sheldon was not helping her control to herself. She found it rather stimulating... in a really good sense... "Sheldon… Sweetie… I'm sorry… but…"

Sheldon stood gazing at the colorful display of bras hanging from the shower curtain rod. He started to shake. He took one look at Penny and then turned to the drying garments. He reached up and quickly started to pick at them. "I'm sorry Penny but… WE… DO… NOT… LET… OUR… UNDER… WEAR… DRY… ON… THE… ROD! With each word, Sheldon pulled another bra off the rod and held the pile out as he turned and walked by his roommate. "This will be a strictly worded appendix to the Roommate agreement. Something that you have CONVIENIENTLY managed to ignore. I suggest that you take some time from you BUSY schedule of DRINKING, FRIVIOLOUS SPENDING and LOLLING ABOUT to actually read and SIGN IT!"

Penny held out her hands as Sheldon walked by and took the offending clothes from her clearly agitated roommate. Oddly, Penny found the highly emotional Sheldon curiously titillating. The touch they exchanged was electric. Penny didn't know what to make of it. She shook her head... this was Sheldon after all... "On the desk Sheldon… put it with the others… on the desk". She wasn't sure if Sheldon had heard the last of her words as he had marched out of the bathroom and into his room slamming the door behind him muttering the words "pretty things indeed!" Penny let out a sigh and went to put away her bras that were perfectly dry. Unfortunately, she would have liked to replace them on the rod with the panties, but somehow, that option seemed like an incredibly bad idea.

With no real other option, Penny took her panties down to the laundry room. She found a washer to spin them out. Leaning up to the washer during the spin cycle left a slight tingling within her. Penny smiled to herself at the feeling, this was the very washer that Leonard had come down clothed only in his boxers, sox and his robe. He wanted to have sex with her right there on that washer... if only he would come down now... Penny then placed her most sensual apparel in a dryer on the delicate cycle with warm air. Penny leaned up to the dryer hoping to continue what the washer and its spin cycle had started. As it tumbled rhythmically and slowly from side to side as the apparel within was tossed around, Penny was pleasantly surprised. For some reason that small load of barely there cloth had the most unique effect on the dryer. The dryer warmed with the air inside and the rhythmic swaying whirr and hum of the motor was soothing to Penny's already excited state. The downer brought on by Sheldon's tirade was slowly being replaced by a soft warm soothing arousal. Penny leaned deeper into the dryer trying to enhance the feeling. Not achieving her goal, Penny climbed onto the dryer and sat with her legs over the edge and leaned forward to maximize the contact with her new companion. As she could feel the subtle movements of the machinery beneath her, Penny started to gyrate her hips in synch with the dryer. As she started to breathe heavier, Penny realized that this was not going to produce the result she desired. Thinking harder, Penny repositioned herself on the dryer with one leg over the side and started to buck her hips in time with the swaying of the slightly unbalanced dryer. Penny's breathing quickened. This was much better…. "Oh yes…. YES…"

Suddenly the buzzer went off and the dryer came to an abrupt halt. Penny's eyes shot open with despair. "Oh…My…GOD...NO!" Penny gathered herself panting and needing more. She stood and quickly reached into her pants pockets looking for more change to entice her newly found "orgazmatron". She had none. Penny brushed the slightly moist hair back from her forehead and reached into the dryer to retrieve her clothes. Those pretty little barely there things that were made just for the purpose of enticing another person into starting an encounter that would result in what she so sorely needed. Penny took her things and made her way quickly up the stairs to the fourth floor. As if by habit, she turned right and stopped just before the door of apartment 4B. With a small whimper, Penny leaned her forehead on the door trying to will it open. All she could think of was what she would do to Leonard after she found him asleep in her bed. It would certainly be a night he wouldn't soon forget. Penny remembered the night Leonard tried to "Blow up the MOON", the insistence she had and the willingness he showed in letting her have her way with him. She could still see the look in Leonard's eyes as she ground her hips into his groin, leaning forward with her hands on his shoulders letting her breasts gently swing before his face as he tried to capture one in his mouth... The feeling of his hands firmly grabbing her ass and holding her to him, returning her efforts and meeting her halfway with a thrust to every grinding gyration. The sudden arching of her back and yelling out "YEE... HAW! as she climaxed. "Sadly, the door would not open. Penny would not beg Leonard to take her, she would not feel his hands softly massage her yearning body. She heard not a single sound from the darkened rooms within. She let out a small groan as she thought how to appease this dilemma she was caught in.

Suddenly she thought and turned to look at the door to apartment 4A. Penny approached the door with some trepidation. Within the walls of this sanctuary, this hall of where she had been satisfied so many times in the past. The familiarity she had with the occupants. She hoped the answer resided within. She had often anticipated the wants and desires of an occupant of these hallowed walls. She had many times conjured all her wiles to satisfy a need. A need so deep it went to her very soul.

Slowly… Penny entered the living room taking inventory of all the familiar items. The couch, the soft chair… the breakfast bar that so recently held her wet under things… All were places that she had been satisfied in the past. ALL were inviting her in… ALL were calling to that need she had to fulfill…

The pupils of Penny's eyes were incredibly dilated. She turned off all the lights as she made her way across the floor to her intended target. The night was clear and the window shades were open letting in the moonlight. In her excited state, Penny could see within the darkened apartment almost as if it were day. She felt quite like a lioness on the savanna… stalking quietly for her prey. Slowly she made her way around onto the upper level past the kitchen. Penny looked to the window to see the full moon against the dark night sky. Penny almost had an urge to howl at the full moon. She turned and passed the open bathroom door. A place that she had enjoyed so many times before, calling for her… a warm bath perhaps… Penny tried to reason with herself. A relaxing bath… that would be enough, but no…. she had a yearning far deeper within her. She didn't need to be relaxed… that would come later. Right at this moment, she needed to be excited! She needed to be brought to the ends of satisfaction.

Slowly… quietly… she turned down the hall toward the first door…