The Work-Life Balance Disruption
Chapter 24
Accelerations
Amy felt her blood run cold.
The guy had two pairs of her underwear and had the nerve to ask her to wear some other woman's panties?
What kind of sick joke was this?
She pulled the Batman shirt over her head, grateful it covered her bottom as well. She threw her towel on the floor angrily.
She marched into his bedroom. He was just pulling back the covers of his bed, dressed in only pyjama pants. He looked incredibly sexy and she didn't like it one bit.
He looked up as she entered.
"You look great in my shirts, Amy," he smiled at her.
Amy stared at him. She was sure the anger was coming off her in waves.
"And I suppose I look great in some other woman's underwear as well?" she seethed.
Sheldon blinked at her.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Amy scoffed. "What do I mean? What do I mean?" she had raised her voice now.
"Yes," he said calmly. "Do you think I have a collection of women's underwear here? And that I mixed up which belong to you and which belong to someone else?"
Amy blinked at him. That had been exactly what she had been thinking.
"I have an eidetic memory, Amy," he said in the condescending tone he sometimes used in class, "I haven't forgotten what your underwear looks like. Did you even look at the ones I just gave you?"
Amy hadn't.
Sheldon sighed, and powerwalked past her to the bathroom. He returned, holding the panties she had just dropped on the floor next to the towel.
All Amy had first registered was that they were not the white hipster she wore under her schoolgirl skirt or the pink brazilian she had worn at her first girls' night.
These were black. The back of the panties was made entirely of lace. She didn't own stuff like this. She turned them over. A Batman logo made of rhinestones glittered up at her. Two pale yellow bows adorned the sides.
She looked up at him blankly.
"I saw them at the Comic Book Store some time ago and I thought they'd make a fun gift, because of the Batman shirts you like so much," Sheldon said. "I seem to be mistaken."
Amy swallowed away the dryness in her throat. She felt ashamed for assuming the worst so quickly. "Oh," she mumbled.
He had bought her underwear?
Sheldon sighed tiredly. "Come on," he said, "let's just get to bed."
Amy wordlessly climbed into bed next to him. He seemed pissed off. Amy couldn't blame him, really. She had just accused him of handing her some other woman's underwear. And she hadn't apologized.
He turned off the light on his bedside table and the room was cloaked in darkness. Just a sliver of light came through a crack in the curtains.
They both stared at the ceiling.
"Sheldon?" Amy whispered. This was even harder than trying to excel at oral sex, she thought.
"What?" he answered brusquely.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I assumed that –" she started.
"I know why you assumed, Amy," Sheldon interrupted her. "Penny and Bernadette told you all about my romantic history with women, or the lack of romance in said history. It's a somewhat logical assumption."
"No," Amy replied, "I shouldn't have drawn conclusions this quickly."
She turned on her side and studied his profile. "I'm sorry," she repeated.
Sheldon exhaled deeply and pulled her against him. He kissed the top of her head. "It's okay," he said. "You've had a rough day and I only tired you out more. I should have thought this through."
Amy burrowed into him. He was warm to the touch. He felt extremely inviting.
"S okay," she mumbled against his chest sleepily. "I like it when you tire me out."
Sheldon pulled her even closer, she was half on top of him now, her leg swung over his and her arm around his waist.
"And I like tiring you out," he whispered back. He kissed her temple. "Go to sleep."
Amy barely heard him, her eyes fell closed and her breathing evened out.
She was asleep within seconds.
Amy awoke to kisses in her neck. It took her a second to realise where she was. She had spent the entire night in the arms of her professor.
"Morning," the professor whispered in her ear. Apparently she had turned around in her sleep, she was on her other side now, and Sheldon was behind her. His hand caressed her waist over the shirt she wore.
"Hmmmm," Amy hummed, still too tired for whatever he was doing to her. She moved back against him, trying to steal some of his body heat but brushing up against a hard bulge instead.
Oh.
She was pulled back firmly against him. The bulge pressed against her bottom now. "I thought you'd still be tired," Sheldon whispered suggestively, "but I'm very much liking this approach of yours..."
His hand slipped under the shirt and fondled her breast. Amy moaned and squirmed against him. His erection against her bare ass caused some illicit thrill to go through her.
He pinched her nipple and she was suddenly wide awake. She pushed her ass against him, moving in small circles. Sheldon grunted in her ear.
"You vixen," he groaned, "if you keep this up I'll end up with a sticky situation in my pyjama's."
Amy giggled.
"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" He breathed. Amy nodded slightly.
"We'll see how hard you're laughing when I do it to you," he threatened, and pulled her around, making her lie flat on her back.
He wasted no time moving his hand between her legs.
Amy gasped loudly. He had aroused her extremely fast.
"So wet for me, aren't you?" he muttered, pushing two fingers inside her. Amy keened, and moved against him, desperate for more friction.
"You're not laughing now, I see," he chuckled and it prompted Amy to let her hand wander from his chest to his pants. She slipped her hand under the waistband and grabbed his dick.
Sheldon stopped laughing too, instead he breathed shallowly, but he touched a spot inside her that made Amy cry out.
"You won't win this game, Amy," he panted. "You might as well give up now."
Amy was close to coming, but wasn't going to let that stop her from getting the upper hand.
She let go off his dick, and with all the strength she had, pushed at his shoulders to make him lie down on this back. His hand slipped from her privates in the process. Amy tugged on his pyjama pants and lowered them down.
"I never forfeit," she said, swinging her leg over his legs and straddling his thighs.
Her hand went around his dick again, and she looked him in the eyes as she started moving it up and down.
He was smirking at her. Had this been his intention all along? Amy narrowed her eyes at him and squeezed him harder, moving her hand more rapidly.
It had been easier when she had her spit to aid her with this, she concluded. Only she thought that he didn't deserve that after all his teasing. Instead she let go of him and moved her hand to between her own legs.
"Ah!" she moaned as her own hands moved over her clit. She moved her hand through the wetness, coating her fingers.
Opening her eyes, she saw Sheldon staring at her intensely. His chest rose and fell rapidly.
Amy grasped him again, he felt even harder than before. The lubrication aided her greatly in her movements. She squeezed him harder, moving her hand in a fast controlled motion.
Sheldon was moaning harder with each move of her hands.
"This is cheating, Amy," he uttered between moans. Amy grinned, she felt so powerful like this.
"Is it?" Amy asked, out of breath herself. "I wasn't informed of any rules beforehand, Doctor Cooper."
She yelped when he twisted both her nipples simultaneously. Amy's grip on his dick faltered and she felt forward slightly.
"In my bed, I make the rules," he whispered darkly, pulling her nipples still.
Amy mewled.
"If I'd known that, I wouldn't have said yes to staying over," she mumbled breathlessly. His actions caused her arousal to heighten immensely.
Sheldon sat up and pulled her mouth to his. He rolled them over.
Amy moaned in his mouth. She felt his erection slip through the wetness between her legs. Amy shifted her hips underneath him. He thrusted against her clit and she keened.
She felt his dick slip lower to the place that was aching for him.
Sheldon broke away from her, breathing deeply. "You make me lose control, Amy," he groaned.
Amy gripped his shoulders, and bucked up against him. She felt him press against her there. If she would just move her hips a little bit…
"Amy…" he moaned, pulling away from her with a groan. "You naughty girl, I told you we weren't going to do this. Do I need to spank you again?"
Amy bit her lip as she looked up at him. She blushed at the thought.
"Don't look at me like that," he groaned, kissing her softly.
"Like what?" Amy asked breathlessly.
"Like you want me to fuck your brains out," he muttered.
Arousal swooped in her stomach. She breathed unsteadily. Her breaths turned into tiny gasps when she felt his fingers touch her again.
"I want you to," she whispered.
His fingers moved inside her. "Patience, darlin'," he muttered in her ear. He touched that spot inside her, and she arched up against him, her hands grasping his arms.
The tension inside her built up quickly. Amy could feel herself contracting around his fingers before the first wave of pleasure coursed through her.
"OH!" she convulsed on his fingers, shocks of pure bliss moved throughout her. He continued stroking her, until the shocks stopped and she was left trembling in his arms.
Now that the tension inside her was gone, she was able to think clearly again.
She had almost had actual sex just now. He had been right, stopping her.
She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. His eyes were pitch black and there was a flush on his face.
"You okay?" he asked her.
Amy smiled. "More than okay," she replied softly. She pulled him in for a kiss. He complied, his lips moving over her urgently. She could feel his hardened dick pressing against her thigh.
Amy took him in her hand again, moving over him in an increased rhythm.
He grunted in her mouth.
Amy pressed kisses across his jaw and breathed in his ear, her hand still working him.
"I can't wait for the next two weeks to be over," she whispered.
Sheldon moaned. "Oh yeah?"
Amy hummed affirmatively. Her hand increased its speed, she squeezed the tip with each movement over him. His breathing became erratic.
"I want to know how it feels," she murmured, "to have you on top of me, feeling you come inside me…"
Her final words did it. He groaned her name loudly, and she felt him pulsate in her hand. He ejaculated on the sheets next to her. Some of it landed on her hip.
"Good lord, Amy," he said after breathing out harshly for a minute. He was kissing her neck. "How did you learn my weak spots this quickly?"
Amy blushed, hiding her smile in his neck.
When she woke up again, more sunlight slipped through the curtains.
She looked up at the sound of the door opening. Sheldon entered with two cups in his hands. He wore a robe now.
"Good morning," he said, kicking the door closed with his foot. "I made you a cup of tea."
He said next to her, handing her one of the cups.
"Also, I hope you don't mind, but your phone was making a lot of noise, I brought it with me," he pulled her phone out of the pocket of his robe.
Amy felt a sense of dread in her stomach. Her mother. She had said yesterday she would talk to her later. What if she had already called her multiple times?
She unlocked the screen with great trepidation. Two missed calls. And four texts.
Could be worse, Amy decided. She skimmed over the messages. They were demanding she call her. The first missed call was from late last night, the second from 15 minutes ago.
Talking a deep breath, Amy pressed the call button and brought the phone to her ear. The line rang twice before her mother answered.
"Amy!" her voice sounded shrill, "I expect a good explanation as to why you ignored my earlier calls."
Amy pulled the sheets around her, protecting herself from the feeling she always got when her mother berated her. "Good morning Mom," she said. Sheldon looked at her sharply.
"I was asleep," she continued, giving Sheldon an uncomprehending look. Why was he looking at her like that? "It was a long day yesterday."
Her mother harrumphed. "Be that as it may, Amy. I didn't care for the tone you used against me yesterday. Maybe these so-called friends of yours have a bad influence on you, if you think you can talk back to your own mother like that," her mother snapped. "And don't even get me started on that inappropriate dress you were wearing yesterday."
Amy really didn't know how her mother expected her to respond to this. So she remained silent.
"Really Amy, poor Father Michaels even made a comment about it to me," her mother continued. "If this is also the work of those two blonde girls, I don't want you hanging out with them."
Amy scoffed. She was 23 years old. Her mother couldn't tell her what to do. "Really, Mom –"
Her mother continued as if she hadn't heard her.
"Or if you're wearing those tight dresses to church to impress that Doctor Cooper, you can that stop now," her mother paused to sigh in disappointment. "Your father may like him, but I can't approve of you having a relationship with a man who is that much older than you. Are you doing this to spite me? Is this because I didn't allow it when you wanted to go to prom with that Jenkins boy?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Amy asked, surprised. She still hated how her mother interfered with all her social activities when she was an insecure girl in high school, but that really had nothing to do with her new found social life at Caltech.
"Please Amy," her mother sounded exasperated, "don't tell me you actually have feelings for this man? I hope I raised you better than this."
Amy blushed at the accusation. She wondered if Sheldon could hear her mother's side of the conversation through the earpiece. She looked up at him, he was looking at her intently, his cup of tea poised mid-air.
"Well," her mother went on, "I don't like it one bit. You stop whatever you're doing immediately."
Her mother didn't even know the half of it, Amy thought. She would have a stroke if she knew she was currently half naked in his bed and she was expected to attend his class the next day.
"Or what? I don't think you can tell me what to do anymore, Mom," Amy snapped.
"As long as I'm the one paying your tuition, I believe I can," her mother countered sharply.
Amy fell silent.
"Do you think I was born yesterday, Amy? I know how to use Google. That man is a teacher at your school. If you don't stop this yourself, I'll contact the schoolboard myself. I'm sure they'd be interested to hear what their personnel is up to."
Amy felt the sense of dread multiply within her. She wouldn't. Would she?
"I'm glad we've settled that," her mother said after a pause. "Really Amy. I'll set you up a nice boy your own age. Lots of women from my book club have children your age."
Amy looked down at the sheets covering her bare legs. "I'd rather stay single, Mom," she mumbled, feeling down and queasy. "Bye."
She hung up and breathed out deeply, willing her eyes to stay dry. Her thoughts were going a mile a minute. Her heart was racing.
Amy had known all this time that starting a thing – whatever it was they were doing – with her professor was probably not a great idea. But she never put much thought to what consequences it would have in regards to his job or his position at the university.
Perhaps it was a good thing they hadn't gone all the way now.
Sheldon looked at her. "Is something wrong?"
Amy shook her head. She climbed out of bed, looking for the dress she wore the day before. She should leave and focus on the work she came here to do. There was no way she would be able to pay her tuition herself. And if this crush caused Doctor Cooper to lose his job, she couldn't forgive herself.
Amy quickly dressed, forgoing the pantyhose and wearing the Batman panties instead of the pair she wore the day before – she didn't know where she left those anyway.
She heard him groan softly when she pulled the panties on. He had probably bought them for her to wear them for him in bed. Maybe in a year or so, when I'm done studying. If he'll still have me.
"I should go," she said to him, avoiding his eyes.
She turned quickly and walked out of his bedroom, ignoring how he called after her. Amy hurried to the door, collecting her stuff on the way.
At the door, she had trouble putting on her shoes. She was shaking.
"Amy," he called after her, just as she opened the door. He looked perplexed. "What's going on?"
Amy didn't know what to say. It was in his best interest as well that they put a stop to this. She looked away from his penetrating gaze.
"This isn't working," she said softly, swallowing down the bile in her throat, "goodbye, Doctor Cooper."
The tears didn't fall from her eyes until she reached the bus stop down the street.
To be continued
A/N You can buy Amy's Batman panties on eBay by the way. I can't post a direct link here unfortunately.
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