Sheldon and Amy get a bit carried away.
The Girls Night Aftermath.
Chapter 4.
8am Saturday morning found Sheldon knocking at Amy's door.
The door opened, and Amy invited him in. As she turned to lead the way into the apartment, he placed his hand on her shoulder, turned her to face him, and, without waiting for a reaction, he placed a kiss on her lips.
The kiss was gentle and chaste, but it lingered.
Amy hesitated, then said, "Sheldon, I think we need to talk. Please sit down".
As they took their seats on the couch, Amy asked, "Given what happened the other night, are you sure you want us to continue with the free-kissing agreement?"
Without pausing to think, Sheldon replied, "Yes".
Amy thought for a moment, then, waving her index finger horizontally back and forward between them, she asked, "Both ways?
Again, without hesitating, Sheldon replied, "Yes".
He took a breath, before continuing, "Amy, I know this is new to me, and a lot of it is scary, but I don't want to stop, because, when I'm with you, I know there's no other place I want to be".
Amy was gob smacked. She knew how hard it must have been, for him to say it.
She sat silent for several seconds, then replied, "Sheldon, that was beautiful". Leaning in, she placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Sheldon" she began, "about the other night".
Sheldon's face took on a worried look, "What about it?"
"Well" she continued, "if we keep moving forward, your ….", she paused, searching for the right words, "that 'bodily reaction' is going to occur again".
Looking down at his shoes, he mumbled, "Yes, I'm sorry about that. I'll try to do better next time".
Amy took his hand, stroking it gently, then continued, "Sheldon, there's nothing to be sorry about. It's a subconscious response and therefore beyond your control".
Still looking at his shoes, Sheldon responded, "I know but it's still …", he paused, "embarrassing".
Amy thought for a brief moment. "Sheldon, there's no need to be embarrassed. If anything, you are paying me a huge compliment".
Now he was confused, "I am?"
"Of course you are", she replied. "To know I excite you that much …". She leant forward and embraced him.
Her scent, the silkiness of her hair, and the warmth of her soft body, threatened to set him off again.
As he felt the beginnings of a stirring, he tried to relax, but promised himself not to panic, if his body ignored his instructions.
Releasing him, Amy changed the subject. "How about we get some fresh air? Maybe the zoo?"
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As they descended the stairs, Sheldon reached out and took Amy's hand, holding it gently by the fingers. "May I?" he asked.
Turning her hand, to bring them into proper hand holding, she replied "Of course you may, but feel free to let go whenever you want".
To Amy's surprise, they were still holding hands 5 minutes later, when they reached her car.
As she went to let go, so she could open the car door, Sheldon continued to hold onto her fingertips, until they finally slipped from his grasp.
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As they made their way around the zoo, Amy noticed Sheldon would keep finding reasons to touch her. A hand on her shoulder, as he pointed to something of interest, then a brief brush against her body, as they squeezed past other visitors.
The day passed well, as they wandered and chatted, comparing knowledge and opinions. Amy had to admit that, for a non-biologist, Sheldon certainly knew a lot about the subject.
As they drank tea in the zoo café, Amy said "It's been a wonderful day. Thank you Sheldon".
Sheldon replied, "Thank you. I've enjoyed every minute of it, especially this bit". He reached across the table and placed his hand on hers.
Amy's heart fluttered. She turned her hand over, so they could join hands properly.
Hand in hand, they returned to the parking lot, to return home.
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As they entered her apartment, she casually tossed her shoulder bag onto a chair, then went to the kitchen to make tea.
As she made the tea, Sheldon called to her, "Amy, if you are agreeable, I'd like to try the kissing from the other night again".
Amy nearly dropped the kettle. "Are you sure?"
He thought for a moment. "Yes. I've had a wonderful day, I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time, and if I don't do it now, I probably never will".
"Very well" she said. "I'll be with you in a minute".
Completing the tea, she made her way round to the couch, placed the cups on the coffee table, then sat down.
It was then she realized, Sheldon was sitting much closer than he had before.
She decided on a quick experiment. Turning to look at him, she casually allowed her knee to rest against his leg.
No reaction? "That's interesting" she thought.
"OK" she began, "I suggest a couple of ground rules".
Sheldon remained silent, so she went on, "No hands on the rib cage, and no bodily contact below the waist, and we stop the moment one of us calls stop. OK?"
He nodded his agreement.
She leaned forward and placed her lips against his. For a moment, Sheldon just sat there, then his lips began to move, gently at first, but then more.
Ever so slowly, he opened his mouth and stroked his tongue across her lips.
Amy opened her mouth and Sheldon began gently sucking and nibbling her bottom lip.
Knowing how easily Sheldon could be frightened, she admonished herself not to get too carried away.
Slowly she pressed her lips harder against his, hoping for a reaction.
Her hoping wasn't in vain, and Sheldon edged his tongue into her mouth, pausing to dance across her teeth, before pressing further in, until their tongues were stroking against one another.
Time passed, and Amy wondered if Sheldon would ever come up for air. Not that she minded. Indeed, she felt she would never tire of kissing this man.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he drew back.
Amy took a deep breath, "Wow" she said, "That was amazing".
Without hesitation, Sheldon replied, "It really was".
Amy paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you fancy trying something a little different?"
Sheldon looked confused, "I thought you liked that?"
"Oh I do" she reassured him, "It's just there's other places you can kiss".
Sheldon's eyes lit up, "Color me intrigued", he said.
Gently taking hold of his head, she tilted it slightly, leaned over and briefly nibbled on his ear lobe, before moving down to his jaw. She began kissing slowly along his jaw line.
Pausing to gauge his reaction, she was pleased to note no struggling, so she continued onto his neck, kissing and gently sucking as she moved down his neck to his shoulder.
Sheldon was in torment, but it was an exquisite torment, and he was determined not to let his fear ruin the most incredible experience of his life.
Unable to keep silent any longer, he let out a low, guttural moan, then another one.
Amy looked up, trying to decide if he was calling stop.
Sensing her hesitation, he looked down at her, looking her deep in her eyes and gasped "please don't stop".
That was all the reassurance she needed.
As Amy's mouth moved from his neck onto his upper chest, her soft hands stroking his chest through his T-Shirt, he fought the desire to call out no, or to push her away.
Torn between two conflicting emotions, he went for the pleasurable one, determined to keep going as long as possible.
Head swimming, breathing in gasps, he reveled in the exquisite torture being inflicted on his naked flesh.
Amy moved still lower. She knew she was pushing the boundaries of the 'no rib cage' rule, but Sheldon wasn't objecting, so she pressed on, kissing and licking his pectoral muscles.
Sheldon's mind was screaming for mercy, but he fought to ignore it, fascinated by the avalanche of sensations, coursing through his body.
Such was the rollercoaster of feelings he was riding, he barely noticed the growing bulge is his trousers.
Pulling the top of his T-Shirt down, Amy's tongue flicked across his right nipple and Sheldon could bear no more.
As Amy began to suck on his nipple, Sheldon gasped "STOP".
With one final lick, she reluctantly drew back, gasping for air.
The moment her mouth left his nipple, he regretted calling stop.
They sat there, both grasping for breath.
As his breathing slowed, he said "That was incredible".
Amy was about to ask why he'd called stop, but she thought better of it.
Sheldon thought long and hard, then quietly asked, "Is it my turn?"
Amy took in a sharp breath and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Swallowing hard, he replied, "Yes".
"Very well" she said.
Standing, she took off her cardigan, followed by her top shirt. Now she was wearing just a T-Shirt, the same as Sheldon had been.
As she sat down again, Sheldon studied her body through the T-Shirt.
Looking her up and down, his gaze fell on her breasts, which were rising and falling with her breathing.
Dragging his eyes away from the exquisite sight, he swallowed hard and asked "Do I stop where you did?"
Amy licked her lips and replied "That's entirely up to you Sheldon".
As Amy lay back on the arm of the couch, Sheldon turned toward her, and placed his mouth on the right side of her neck.
Amy tilted her head, to give him better access.
He tasted her skin, as the faint scent of her perfume, and the subtle but, at the same time overpowering, musk of Amy permeated his mind.
He kissed gently and slowly around her neck, noting and memorizing the places that caused her to stir and tense.
Savoring every kiss and taste, he moved slowly downward, kissing and licking across her upper chest, desperate to taste more, but not wanting to miss out on any of the tastes and textures of her skin.
Amy began to moan. He hesitated, looking up, seeking permission, but the permission was implied and given, as Amy wrapped her arms around him, pressing him closer to her body.
He felt himself hardening, but he no longer cared. Something primitive and primeval was at work in his brain.
Kissing downward, he flicked the tip of his tongue into her cleavage, giving the gentlest of strokes across the inner flesh of her breasts.
Amy was squirming under him, groaning and writhing. Gasping for breath, she clung to him as though her life depended on it.
She pushed her breasts toward him, silently begging for him to keep going, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in urgent gasps, her loins aching for more, praying he wouldn't stop.
Sheldon turned more toward her, his leg slipping over hers, his arousal pressing into her thigh.
Amy felt the pressing and slid her other leg outside his, wriggling herself under him. He was now on top of her, his erection pressing in to her white hot core.
Pulling down the front of her T-Shirt, he slid her bra cup downward, exposing her left breast. Cupping it, he licked the nipple, tasting it as it hardened in his mouth.
Amy let out an animal like growl. Her fingernails raking his back through his T-Shirt, she began rubbing herself against him.
Surrendering any semblance of control, he began grinding back.
As they ground against one another, groaning and moaning, Sheldon nibbled on her nipple, then, tearing his mouth from it, he pinched and rolled it between his finger and thumb, moving his mouth to hers.
Grinding harder and harder into her, mouths locked together, stifling their moans, he felt her stiffen, her entire body shaking.
He'd also reached the point of no return, he couldn't stop if his life depended on it.
With one final thrust, he emptied himself into his underpants.
They lay there, mouths locked together, muscles twitching.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sheldon pushed himself up with his arms.
He looked her in the eyes and began, "I'm sorr".
Before he could complete the word, Amy sat bolt upright, clasped her hand over his mouth and said "NO, don't be sorry".
Slowly removing her hand from his mouth, she went on, "Don't ever apologize for that".
Sheldon thought for a moment, "But I violated you".
Amy Replied, "Sheldon, did I at any point say stop? I was every bit the willing participant".
She went on, "I freely agreed to everything we just did. Does that sound like violation to you?"
Sheldon thought for a moment. "So you're not angry with me?"
"Angry? Are you serious? Sheldon, I loved every second of it. It was mind-blowing and amazing. Now, do you want to use the shower first, or shall I?"