His hand came up to cup Amy's face as he drew her into a hungry kiss. Her lips crushed against his as he met the taste of her. Dave could feel the desperation in her actions, her tongue carelessly licking his and her hands fluttering over his back; she must not know what to do with them. Dave only encouraged her as he gave himself over to the taste of the wine on her tongue. It was bitter and had surely left her mouth a bright purple hue.

He lays her down on the soft blankets of the bed and begins to kiss and caress her everywhere. His touch was so soft that it felt like little flutters all over her body. He eventually worked his way down to between her legs… He felt her tense from it and reassured her.

Then she felt a quick flick of her tongue on her lower lips that took her by surprise. She felt his fingers exploring her pussy, going deeper and finding a place there that gave sensations entirely new to her. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure. He rubbed the spot hard, increasing pressure and speed over time. She tried to resist and maintain control, but her body began to take control: she began to moan louder under his touch and her legs felt like jelly.

Amy let go completely and finally gave herself to him, to pleasure, something she wasn't used to. Her moans grew louder now. She felt like she was flying now and thanked a God she didn't think that her lover had that much experience, and he wasn't some green clumsy guy like Sheldon who probably wouldn't know what he was doing.

The waves of pleasure came more frequently now, and her breathing became shallow.

"That was like... magic! How did you do this?"

"I just wanted to make sure you get your pleasure before I do. And may you be fully ready for what follows. Do you still want me to do this?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," she said with more confidence than she had ever felt in her life, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn't think of anything else now. She had tasted and wanted more.

"Alright" Amy tensed up a bit because she knew this was supposed to hurt.

He entered her, very gently. In fact, there was a flash of pain and she winced.

"Are you okay? We can stop if it hurts too much." He was so loving towards her even though they had only known each other a few weeks that Amy's heart nearly melted. No one had cared so much for her and her comfort.

"Dave, I'm really touched by your concern for me, but I can take it. Please proceed." Dave gave him another gentle, careful push. And then, after a while, another one, a little deeper and more forceful.

"Are you okay?" She winced again when he finally pushed all the way in.

Bernadette was right, it was her first time and she shouldn't have started with such a big guy…in more ways than one. She nodded, he was being so cute with her that she wasn't going to stop this now and eventually the pain subsided giving way to pleasures the scale of which she had never known. It was a whole new feeling. She felt complete. She felt… She felt wrong.

Her eyes snapped open and she felt her breath hitch. She put a hand to her chest as she tried to control herself. The light was filtering through the curtains of her room, which made her realize that it was already dawn.

She tried to think about the events of the night before, but her mind was blank. The last thing she remembered was that after the kiss she and Dave had shared on the couch she had mentioned something about intercourse.

Had she had sex with him? She looked around the room but found no indication that another person was there. Still, she thought it would be best to search the entire apartment for Dave in case something... had happened between them.

She felt her heart hammer against her chest. For several days she had been preparing for the idea of giving her virginity to Dave, she believed that she was completely sure, but now that there was the possibility that she was no longer a virgin...

She closed her eyes trying to remember some other detail from the night before as she got to her feet. Only to realize that she was still wearing the same dress from the night before. She sighed of relief. That meant it had all been a dream and nothing had happened other than a few kisses exchanged with Dave.

She took off the dress that fell to the floor without making a sound. She grabbed everything she needed and headed to the bathroom. Once in the water she leaned back against the tub and stared up at the ceiling as she thought about the intense dream she had had about her and Dave.

It had felt so real…but part of her knew it couldn't have been real. As much as she thought she was ready to have intercourse with Dave she knew perfectly well that she was trying to fool herself.

She could never have been so relaxed and enjoying the caresses of a man she had just met, no matter how kind and sweet he was. And especially she would never have thought of Sheldon as a green and clumsy child.

Sheldon might not have had any sexual experience, but he was a genius and she always figured that if they ever got intimate he was going to rock her whole world. Although now she would never know... And she would have to live with it.

Even so, she still couldn't stop her thoughts about what it might have been like her first time with Sheldon. She knew her ex-boyfriend perfectly, so Amy imagined that he would never perform oral sex on her like Dave had done in her dream, but at least... would he touch her with his hands or would he just kiss her and then what? then he gently penetrated her? Her body seemed to have a life of its own, her nipples had bristled at the thought of Sheldon touching her and now she was rubbing her own hand up and down over her clit. She didn't know how long it had been since she started touching herself until she let out a moan as she felt her orgasm course through her body.

When her breathing calmed down she realized what she had just done. It had been months since she broke up with him, she was kind of dating another man and she…had masturbated thinking about Sheldon.

He had never shown any interest in anything sexual happening between them and now he didn't even want to be in a romantic relationship with her. She felt stupid. But at least it had served to relax a little.

When she returned to her room, she sat on the side of the bed and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Amy saw that she had several messages from Bernadette asking for all the details about the night before, but she ignored them for the moment, so she could text Dave, only to realize that he had already sent her a couple of messages.

Hi Amy. I hope that you're better. Thanks for the lovely evening. It said the message he had sent her.

Hi Dave. Yes, I'm much better now. I'm glad you enjoyed the date, but I have to admit I have no memory of what happened after we…we kissed. Would you be so kind as to remind me what happened?

Yes, of course. I don't know where to start though.

Amy read and reread that message over and over as she wondered what she had done the night before.

How about if I invite you to my apartment for lunch today and then you can tell me what happened?

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Amy paced nervously from one side of the room to the other as she waited for Dave to arrive. She was sure that she had gotten drunk and that was the reason why she couldn't remember the night before.

She bit her thumb as she thought, had she done something embarrassing in front of her date? What if he didn't want to see her anymore? Amy shook her head at that idea. Surely if he didn't want to see her anymore he would have ignored her calls instead of driving across town to come to her apartment.

She heard a couple of knocks on the door so she stopped immediately. She smoothed her skirt and in two long strides she reached the door ready to open it.

So... What did you think of the beginning of the chapter? I must say that my bestie read only part of that scene since a week ago and she hates me ever since lol.

Do you think that if Sheldon hadn't interrupted Amy, something more would have happened between her and Dave?

Anyway, I want to thank your comments on the previous chapter and let me know what you think of this one.