CHAPTER 10
Amy, who had insinuated in many occasions she wanted a more intimate relationship with Sheldon, now, was completely terrified and trembling, not knowing what to do. So many times she had dreamed of this moment but currently she felt like an inexperienced teenager and full of doubts. In fact, most teenagers, half the age of Sheldon and Amy had more experience than both of them.
Sheldon seemed to know what he wanted, at least that was the impression that Amy had at this particular moment; especially with the restless hand of her boyfriend wandering, just above her knee.
"Sheldon… wait… wait!, Amy said, trying to regain her composure and placing a hand on Sheldon's chest to maintain a little distance between the two of them
"Mmm, what happens, Amy?, Sheldon asked, trying to think clearly. Am I going too far?, Sheldon blushed, feeling embarrassed for having been carried away by the heat of the moment.
Amy sat on the bed and shyly covered her legs with a blanket. She asked Sheldon:
"What if your Vulcan hearing is not the only characteristic you share with Spock?, what if this emotion that you´re… feeling right now is merely a manifestation of a neurochemical imbalance, or Pon Farr, if you want to call it that way?
Sheldon didn´t know that Amy was familiar with the particular characteristics of the Vulcans, that extraterrestrial humanoid species created for the science fiction series Star Trek. Hearing those words, coming out of Amy's mouth, was highly arousing for Sheldon.
"Oh, Dear Lord!", Sheldon said, sighing very deeply. "Amy, where did you learn that?, Pon Farr?, Do you know what´s that?", he asked.
─ Well, I've been researching and although you know I think that Star Trek is simply a science fiction series, I know that you are prone to adopt certain attitudes related to the philosophy of life and culture of the Vulcans, you´ve admitted it before. I read that Pon Farr is a physiological condition that Vulcans experience every seven years, and it generates a mating frenzy or violence, it is transient, however if they fail to meet these needs, they die.
Sheldon sat on a corner of the bed, listening intently to Amy and imagining her as a Vulcan princess. His mind was drawing that scene in vivid detail.
"Sheldon, Sheldon, are you listening?", Amy asked as she buttoned her pajama shirt up to the neck. "I don´t believe in these science fiction stories, but your mind could play a trick on you, and force you to do something you might regret. I think this is probably some sort of delirium, caused by the combination of alcohol and caffeine.
Sheldon turned his head to see Amy; his eyes had their innocent shine as usual. They no longer seemed the eyes of a stranger. Amy could see that this was his beloved Sheldon.
"Amy, I know that sometimes I take refuge in these ideas of science fiction or literature, perhaps to escape from the pressures of the real world. But ... to be honest, I don´t think this is Pon Farr, as you consider. What I am experiencing is more complex and goes beyond the biological or psychological needs. I can´t explain it because, I don´t know what it is. And you know how hard it is to find something I don´t know. If this were Pon Farr, I already would´ve died, long time ago because this "need" has been unsatisfied for a while now". Sheldon bit his lip and took a deep breath, trying to hide a growing discomfort, placed several inches below the navel.
Amy couldn´t believe it, with every minute, she felt more and more convinced that her feelings for Sheldon were mutual; however, in her mind, her mother´s voice was whispering: "self-respect and a hymen are better than friends and fun ". It was time for that little voice of his mother to shut up. Her brain no longer wanted to fight a battle that her body had lost long ago.
"One last thing, are you sure you don´t want to wait until I come back from Stockholm?", Amy told Sheldon with a mischievous smile.
"Honestly, I don´t think I can wait for another fifteen or twenty minutes", Sheldon said, sheepishly looking down, towards his painful groin area.
"Oh yeah", Amy said, staring at the spot that produced some discomfort to her boyfriend. "In that case, let's see what I can do about it."
Sheldon asked Amy to sit on his lap with a gesture she quickly understood. He said: "Come here"; like that time he spanked her over his knee as a punishment for being a bad girl. Now, she was the one who took the initiative, kissing her handsome Shelly and ruffling his hair.
"I´ve been enslaved by a Hotsy Totsy from Glendale", Sheldon let out a heavy sigh.
Amy thought the situation was unfair, because Sheldon was still wearing too many clothes and she had only her underwear and a red pajama shirt that his boyfriend was trying to remove.
After several attempts, Sheldon got rid of his pajama shirt and now was only wearing a white shirt, completely wet with his sweat, Amy ended up removing it too. Sheldon felt shy of being bare-chested, although, once again his desire was stronger.
Amy was lying on her back, on Sheldon´s bed, with those Star Wars sheets that glowed in the dark. Sheldon laid down beside her, on his left elbow, because he didn't want to apply the full weight of his body on her. He let his right hand freely caress her body.
Slowly Sheldon got her pajama shirt completely unbuttoned and for the first time, he could see her body, almost nude. Amy wasn´t wearing sexy leopard print lingerie, but a modest set of white bra and knickers with a lace trim.
Sheldon wandered the lace trim of her bra with his index finger, barely stroking her smooth, pale skin. Amy was trembling with his touch. Sheldon was breathing heavily, hoping that so many emotions don´t cause him an asthma attack. In a single movement, her plaid pajama shirt fell to the floor. Sheldon felt a little annoyed because he should have folded the shirt and placed in the laundry basket. He´ll do that later.
Sheldon had seen naked female bodies before, but only on television, anime and manga (hentai) and a few times, on adult films, he was ashamed to admit it. Sheldon have never touched a real woman´s body. With his right hand, he gently fondled Amy's breasts, one by one. She felt this was almost like an electric shock.
Sheldon´s hands awkwardly looked for her bra´s hook, trying to set her free from the garment. He didn´t success in his first try. Amy sat on the bed to help his friend. When the brassière was about to fall on the bed, Amy covered her chest with her arms. "Excuse me; I feel a little shy about my body". She admitted with embarrassment.
"No, you have nothing to be ashamed. Amy, you're a princess, you have a tiara to prove it, don´t you?", Sheldon said, with a reassuring gesture. He kissed her, while holding her hands over her head.
The view was wonderful. Amy's breasts were soft, and… larger than he expected, very symmetrical, her white skin contrasting with her pink nipples, shivering under Sheldon´s fingertips. "This has to be a sin, but it feels so good", Sheldon thought.
"Doctor ... ahh!, Sheldon Cooper, has reached second base." Amy said, trying to stifle a groan as she felt his lips and tongue playing with her breasts. Amy and Sheldon kissed passionately on the lips until they were breathless. The electrical sensation that Amy felt, was moving towards the center of her body.
Amy could feel the pressure of Sheldon´s pelvis over her belly; it felt like a part of his body was becoming increasingly rigid, as if trying to escape from the prison of his pants. It was happening, this wasn´t a dream.
Amy spread her legs slightly to allow his body in the place that he was fervently claiming to occupy. Sheldon continued kissing Amy's body, her mouth, her neck, her breast, while enjoying the friction of his pelvis against her.
In an unusual act of courage, Amy stroked her boyfriend´s masculinity over his pants. For Sheldon the feeling was almost too strong to bear. Amy gently continued massaging that area until Sheldon took her hand and stopped her, saying:
"I don´t want this to end too soon. I want this to be good enough for both of us. Do you know what I mean?"
Amy nodded and kissed Sheldon again, reaching unexplored corners of his mouth, with her tongue. Sheldon seemed to have forgotten his germophobia.
"Wait a minute, Amy! Sheldon announced, hastily getting out of bed and leaving the room. Although she wasn´t wearing her glasses, Amy could see that Sheldon's profile, even with his pants on, displayed his prominent masculinity. "I suppose it´s true when they say that every part of the body is proportional", she told herself, pleasantly surprised.
Sheldon went to the bathroom and quickly looked for something, without finding it in the medicine cabinet. "I thought Leonard kept them right here". Then he walked to his friend's bedroom and looked at the bedside table, where he couldn´t find it either. "Think Sheldon!, if you're Leonard where would you keep the condoms?."
Amy was beginning to worry about Sheldon. What was taking him so long to come back to the room?. "He panicked and left. I knew it", she thought.
Sheldon returned to the room with a look of disappointment on his face, although Amy could clearly see that there were other parts of his body which still kept the enthusiasm". Amy modesty covered herself with the sheets.
"Amy, we´re facing logistical problems. I… was confident that Leonard had provisions… but It´s not the case, said Sheldon, crestfallen.
"What are you talking about?", Amy asked without a clue of the meaning of his words.
"I´m talking about ... contraception", Sheldon said almost inaudibly.
Amy realized the problem; in fact none of them had planned the unexpected twist of events, so they hadn´t taken precautions. However, Amy seemed to have an idea, maybe not everything was lost.
"Sheldon, do you remember that time we exchanged our medical records, including our history of personal and family illnesses, in case of emergencies", she asked.
"Why is that relevant in this situation?" Sheldon asked condescendingly.
"Well, I told you I've always suffered from intense menstrual cramps and irregular cycles, so I´ve been taking the pill for almost two years". Amy was blushing when she shared such personal information with Sheldon.
At that moment Sheldon went back to bed, sitting next to his girlfriend. "Do you really want to continue?" he asked.
"How do you want me to answer that?", Amy replied timidly.
All of a sudden Sheldon and Amy went under the covers, hugging each other passionately. With hesitation, Sheldon took off his trouser, his white boxers felt very tight by the increasing pressure in that region.
Sheldon looked at Amy again, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Sheldon placed himself on top of Amy, holding his own weight on his elbows; she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The inexperienced physicist slowly pulled Amy´s underwear down her legs and got rid of the garment. Sheldon did the same with his boxers.
Now the couple was completely naked, nothing but a thin layer of sweat between their bodies. Amy brought her hand towards the region that Sheldon smoothly rubbed over her abdomen and pelvis. Sheldon groaned slightly, Amy's hand on his manhood felt exponentially better than his own hand at those few times that he had succumbed to self-abuse, most of them since he met her.
Amy could feel her desire building up when she noticed the wetness in the folds of her core; she knew she was ready, ready for him. Sheldon was placed at her entrance, took a deep breath and asked Amy´s approval with just one look. He closed his eyes and with a slow motion he thrust into her, gently until he felt some resistance. He gasped and opened his eyes again. He could see a grimace of discomfort in her face.
"Amy, I'm hurting you?. Tell me if you want me to stop?", Sheldon said, worried about her safety.
Amy felt a little sting; after all it was her first time. She took a deep breath and let Sheldon go on. Sheldon kissed her gently to distract her attention from the pain he thought he was causing her. When Amy got used to the sensation, he continued his movement until he felt that anatomical barrier. Amy gave a little moan of pain and pleasure at the same time.
They were gradually finding their rhythm in whispers, kisses and caresses. They wondered why they had waited so long to experience this.
Sheldon finally understood the reason most human beings live obsessed by the subject of sex. Even though, he had to admit, this was more than just sex.
The friction was increasing between the couple; their pulse quickened as well as their breathing. Amy felt as if a wave dragged her from her feet to her head, she couldn´t help but crying out loud: "Oh, my God, you really excel at everything!"
Sheldon smiled at Amy and continued with that recently learned movement, now at a faster pace. He could feel his climax was near as he sensed her walls stretching around him. He was reaching a point of no return, and his vision blurred. All he could say was: "qamuSHa 'CHOH!" (I love you in Klingon); as he released the tension he had accumulated after many years of abstinence.
"QamuSHa?, What is that?", Amy asked trying to recover of all that exercise and emotions.
"Ah… ah…. I think you need a few Klingon lessons, princess! Sheldon said breathing very heavily. "Do you mind if I take a shower and ... then we can wash the sheets", he said blushing.
Author´s Note: How was it? Is it too Out of Character? *_*
