Sheldon learns a lesson in over-confidence, when he bites off rather more than he can chew.
The Girls Night Aftermath.
Chapter 3.
Sheldon fairly bounced his way up the stairs at 2311 North Los Robles Avenue.
For once, he was in a very good mood. He'd had a productive day at work and, unlike the previous evening, when he had been, to say the least apprehensive, he was looking forward to an evening with, dare he say it, his girlfriend.
All day long, the thought kept coming back to his mind, "I have a girlfriend". He really liked the sound of it.
Entering apartment 4A, he placed a plain brown paper bag on his computer desk, booted up his laptop, then went to take a shower.
Having completed his shower, he dressed, brushed his teeth, gargled with mouthwash, then returned to his computer desk.
Opening the browser, he typed something into the search engine, hit return, then clicked on a likely result.
He was so deeply engrossed in what he was reading, that he didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs.
A key turned in the door, and Leonard entered, followed by Priya.
In an instant, Sheldon had closed the browser window, and folded down the laptop screen.
Leonard asked, "Did I startle you?"
Sheldon replied, "Not at all. I was closing down anyway".
Leonard said, "Will you be joining us for dinner? We've got Chinese".
Sheldon replied, "No thank you Leonard. I shall be going out this evening".
With that, he picked up the paper bag and left the apartment.
Leonard and Priya exchanged confused looks. Priya remarked, "That interesting. Sheldon's out again. That's two nights in a row, and what was in that paper bag he was carrying?"
Leonard thought for a moment. "I'm more interested in what he was reading, and why he didn't want us to see".
He looked at the laptop, and realized Sheldon hadn't logged out.
Lifting up the screen, he checked the browser history. Most of the entries were pretty mundane, model trains, Star Trek, comic books etc., but one stood out.
Reopening the page, they read the first paragraph, then Priya said, "At least now we know what he's been doing the last couple of nights".
Leonard rubbed his chin, "We know what, but not who with".
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As Sheldon knocked at Amy's door, he concealed the paper bag behind his back.
After a moment, the door opened.
He greeted her with a cheery "Good evening Amy".
Amy replied, "Good evening Sheldon. Please come in". As he entered, she asked, "What's that behind your back?"
"I understand" he began, proffering the package, "social convention dictates, that one brings a gift, when spending an evening with ones girlfriend".
Amy didn't react to the word 'girlfriend'. Sheldon wondered if she had even noticed the word.
Amy smiled, "Thank you Sheldon". Opening the bag, she found it contained a box of chocolates.
"Sheldon, that's so sweet. Thank you". Standing on tiptoes, she kissed him on the cheek.
They sat at the kitchen counter, chatting about work, while Amy made them both tea.
Once the tea was made, they moved to the couch, and Sheldon sat a little closer than last night.
"Amy" he asked, "Would it be OK if I kiss you again?"
"Of course it would" she replied, "and you don't need to keep asking".
Sheldon shifted uneasily. "If I don't ask, how will I know if it's OK?"
Amy sighed. She found his innocence endearing, but it was also rather tiring. "Sheldon, it's always OK".
Sheldon looked confused. "Are you saying I can kiss you whenever I want, without asking you?"
Smiling, she replied, "Yes Sheldon. Not in public, but in private, yes, you have my permission to kiss me whenever you like".
Sheldon thought for a moment, then replied, "and you have my permission too".
With a grin on her face, she said, "No time like the present".
Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his.
As they kissed, Sheldon opened his mouth a little.
Amy felt his mouth open and did the same, and Sheldon flicked the tip of his tongue across her top lip.
He teased and tasted her lip, memorizing the taste and feel, then gently pressed his tongue past her lips, and into her mouth.
The sensation was everything he imagined it would be, and more.
Amy's mouth opened wider and, before he knew what was happening, their tongues met.
He'd never been one for kissing. He'd always considered it unhygienic, even distasteful, but this was different. Amy's mouth tasted amazing, and a shiver ran up his spine.
Tongues brushed against tongues, tasting and teasing each other, until, reluctantly, they broke apart, gasping for breath.
Head swimming, Amy gasped, "Wow. Where do you learn to do that?"
Sheldon looked sheepish. "I Googled it".
Amy grinned, "Then I guess we should call that our Google Kiss".
Putting her hands to her cheeks, she asked "Is it me, or is it warm in here?".
Standing up, she shrugging off her cardigan.
Sheldon looked her up and down, marveling at the curves of her body, now visible through her shirt.
Deep in thought, at the vision of loveliness that stood before him, he let his thoughts become words, "You're beautiful".
Amy blushed. In all her years, no man had ever told her she was beautiful.
Rising from the couch, he stepped forward, placed his hands on her hips, then pressed his mouth to hers.
Turning, Amy backed him up, pressing him to the wall.
As they kissed, his hands began to move upwards, his fingers feeling the texture of her ribs, moving ever upwards, until his right thumb brushed against her nipple.
He hesitated, then swept his thumb over it again, marveling at the way it hardened under his touch. Curiously, he began inscribing circles around it.
Amy gasped, crushing her mouth onto his, as a shock wave of sensations tore through her body.
Pinned against the wall, Sheldon realized his body had developed a mind of its own.
With her body crushed against his, Amy could feel his arousal pressing against her. Drawing herself closer, she ground herself against him, reveling in the exquisite feeling of his erection, pressing into her pelvis.
As Amy ground herself against him, Sheldon was fast losing control of his body.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, he wriggled from under her onslaught, begging, "Amy, please no".
Reluctantly, she let go, and Sheldon staggered across the room, falling onto the couch.
He sat there, crouching over, hands covering the bulge in his pants, a look of horror on his face.
Taking a few deep breaths, Amy moved slowly to the couch and sat beside him.
"I'm sorry Sheldon" she began, "I shouldn't have done that, but you must realize what it does to me, when you touch me like that".
Staring at his shoes, he replied sheepishly, "No, the web page didn't mention it".
Steadying her breathing, she said, "OK Sheldon. Perhaps we're going a bit too fast. How about we slow it down a little?"
Sheldon was silent for a time, considering Amy's proposal.
On the one hand, what they were doing was scary, but it was also highly enjoyable, and he knew he wanted to keep doing it.
Looking down at his very obvious erection, willing it to reduce, he asked "What are you proposing?"
"Well" she began, I propose you decide the pace. You choose the speed with which you are comfortable".
Sheldon thought for a moment, before asking "And how would that work?"
"Well" she said, "I guess we agree beforehand, what we are going to do, and how far we go. We only do something, when we both feel comfortable trying it".
Sheldon said "You would do that for me?"
"Of course" she replied, "Isn't that what girlfriends do?"