The True Opening Night Excitation
The music was playing, the candles were burning, and her genitals no longer burned like she’d been stung by thousands of bees.
She was rather thankful for that last one, actually. It would make things go quite a bit smoother tonight if she didn’t feel like she needed to rub lotion on herself every few seconds. The fact that Penny and Bernadette had taken her to get her bikini wax a day early had actually made things simpler for the bespectacled brunette, though there was a teeny part of her that was worried about Sheldon’s reaction to smooth skin.
She’d decided that she would simply cross that bridge when and if they came to it.
She was just lighting the last of the candles when his familiar trio of knocks were sounding on her door, and she had to admit that her heart was pounding all the harder in her chest as she struck what she hoped was a seductive pose on the couch and welcomed her boyfriend inside.
Completely forgetting that she’d left the chain lock on the door.
The wave of embarrassment soon passed however as she let him in, her heart hammering all the harder and her hands starting to shake as she quickly put the flowers he’d brought for her into a vase of water, though a couple of deep breaths helped her regain some control over the shaking appendages as she once more reclaimed her seat next to him.
And then they were discussing his plans for the evening, and she was kissing him - his lips tasted of oral hygiene products and that one thing that was so uniquely Sheldon - but he insisted on getting verbal consent from her before they went any further.
To be honest, it just made her fall in love with him a little bit more, and of course she gave it to him.
She’d been waiting so long for this... She was willing to do whatever it took to make things easier for him.
But, of course, this was Sheldon she was kissing, so before things became too heated, he pulled away and told her that he wanted to discuss a few things with her before they got going. It turned out to be basic things, really - though Amy had to giggle to herself at the thought of Penny teaching Sheldon how to use a condom with the aid of a banana - though she was touched that he was being so considerate.
The two talked for a few minutes more before they resumed kissing, and it wasn’t long before Sheldon suggested that perhaps they headed into the bedroom.
Amy nodded her agreement - a bit dazed from the fact that Sheldon had actually licked her lips once while they were kissing - and she gave him a little smile as he stood and then offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
“I-I’ll meet you in there.” She whispered up to him. “I’m going to get changed first.”
“All right.” He agreed before kissing her again and making his way towards her bedroom.
She took a couple of deep breaths before making sure her front door was locked - how much would it suck if someone tried breaking in at a crucial moment during what she was hoping was about to be the best night of her life? - and then made her way towards her bathroom, quickly disrobing and putting her things in the hamper, though she paused just as her hands settled on the flannel nightgown she usually wore to bed.
This was going to be her first time making love with the man she hoped she was going to be spending the rest of her life with. Flannel wasn’t sexy. Flannel was practical.
Penny would’ve told her that the pink cotton nightgown she grabbed wasn’t sexy either, but she was showing more skin than she usually did, and she knew that realistically, Sheldon probably didn’t care what she was wearing. But the pink was feminine and had just a hint of lace, and she certainly didn’t mind appearing softer and more feminine right at that moment.
The look in Sheldon’s eye when she opened the door and slid inside told her she’d made the right decision.
But why, then, was she trembling as she slid under the sheets with him? Why was her heart pounding - not out of excitement - but out of nervousness?
“We can find out together.” He told her, and with those five words, she realized that she was trembling for a completely different reason.
“Okay.”
They leaned towards each other, breaths warm and sweet, and Amy found her eyes closing as she cupped Sheldon’s cheek and tilted her head slightly to the side, her heart skipping a beat as their lips brushed against one another’s in what almost felt like their first kiss.
They continued kissing softly for a moment or so before Amy felt Sheldon’s hand rest on her leg, and - despite her comforter being between his hand and her thigh - she felt a warm zing shoot up her spine at the contact.
She gently parted her lips beneath his then, slowly deepening the kiss, her head starting to spin again as Sheldon reciprocated and his tongue carefully came out to touch hers.
Her hand slid back into his hair then, holding him close to her even as her other hand came up to rest on his shoulder and she became aware of Sheldon’s arms slowly sliding around her torso until they wrapped around her, holding her close to his chest as the kiss lingered on and deepened again.
He broke the kiss with a gasp and a breathy utterance of her name that made her eyes snap open to meet his, her pulse quickening at how dark his eyes had grown.
She’d always read about a man’s eyes turning dark with desire, but to actually see it was a heady thing indeed.
She purred his name before pulling him into another kiss, a touch surprised when she suddenly found herself laying back more against the pillows with Sheldon hovering over her slightly, the feel of his body pressing against hers sending a shot of heat straight between her legs.
It certainly didn’t help when his right hand left her back so he could lightly trail the tips of his fingers up her arm, making the hairs there stand up straight and her skin to break out into goose flesh.
This time, she was the one breaking the kiss with a gasp, her eyes wide as she peered up at him, though she certainly didn’t stop him as he continued his gentle assault on her skin.
He leaned closer to her - just enough so that the tips of their noses brushed together - as he inched his fingers up her arm, pausing as he reached the edge of the sleeve of her nightgown for a split second before he let his fingers trail over the material until it reached her bare neck and clavicles.
“Amy... May I... May I kiss your neck?”
She managed a nod and a whispered ‘yes’ though anything else she might’ve said flew out of her head the second she felt his lips brush against the skin of her throat.
She couldn’t help the little moan that spilled from her lips as he lingered over her pulse point, her fingers ever-so-slightly tightening their grip on his hair to keep him in place, though the moan was soon replaced with a small cry of surprise as Sheldon licked the spot in question while simultaneously shifting his hand to rest over her breast.
“Sh-Sheldon...” She stuttered, her free hand sliding up his arm to cover his hand, holding him in place when he suddenly pulled back in confusion and tried to pull his hand away.
“N-no... It’s okay. That... That feels nice. Really nice, actually.”
“O-oh. All right then.”
And just like that, his lips had returned to her neck and Amy was once more surprised when she felt Sheldon gently squeeze her breast. She’d never expected him to be so gentle, and a very teeny part of her brain was telling her that Penny had most likely gone over a few things with Sheldon (besides how to properly put on a condom) before sending him on his merry way.
She’d have to try and remember to thank her bestie at a more convenient time.
She was pulled back to the present, though, when Sheldon suddenly pulled back again, a wave of confusion flowing through her when he sat up and then just... Peered down at her.
“Sheldon? What’s wrong?”
“I’m trying to figure out the best way to disrobe you.” He answered in his usual matter-of-fact way, though his words made Amy blush and bite down on her lower lip.
“What’s the rush?” She managed to get out. She’d been aiming for teasing, though she had a feeling the words came out a bit more forced than she’d wanted.
“I’d quite like to touch you Amy. And by you, I mean you. Not your nightie.”
Her mouth took on the shape of an O then, but no words came out. Instead, she shifted at his side until she was properly laying on her back, Sheldon following her until he was kneeling over her with a knee planted on either side of her hips and his hands resting on either side of her head.
“Better.” He told her before his lips once more descended on hers, their lips locked in what was for them a rather heated kiss.
She was so lost in the taste of his lips that she wasn’t aware of him shifting his weight onto one hand until his suddenly free one was tracing its way up her bare leg, gliding over the smooth skin of her outer thigh until it came into contact with the hem of her nightgown which had drawn up higher around her legs when they had shifted.
This time, she wasn’t surprised when Sheldon pulled back, both of his hands reaching to grasp onto the hem of her nightgown as he slowly started to inch it upwards, his eyes locked with hers even as she lifted his hips and then sat up so he could pull it off of her and toss it aside.
But in that split second that he was looking away while he tossed it aside, a sudden fit of shyness overcame Amy, and she immediately covered her exposed breasts and what she could of her torso with her hands and arms, her eyes dropping down as her cheeks reddened in a deep blush.
“Amy?” Sheldon murmured, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, and she couldn’t help tilting her head slightly into his touch. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“It’s not that.” She replied, her eyes slowly lifting to meet his again, and she could feel her blush deepening further at the look that she once more saw in his eyes. “I-I just... I don’t want you to be disappointed by me.”
It was obvious that he was confused, but before he got the chance to ask what she meant, she stammered on.
“I-It’s just that... I’m not Penny. Or Princess Leia or one of those g-girls from your video games. I don’t look like them.”
“I know.” He replied, his brow still furrowed in confusion. “But I’m not with any of those women, am I?”
“N-no?”
“No. I’m with you. I love you, Amy Farrah Fowler. All of you.”
He kept his gaze locked with hers as he moved to take her hands in his, raising them to his lips to gently kiss her knuckles before he eased her hands away from her body to rest at her sides, only then breaking the eye contact so he could take in her naked body.
She could feel her blush deepen, feeling it spreading down her chest even as her nipples hardened in the cooler air of the room while he looked her over. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked - he had helped her bathe when she’d gotten sick, after all - but this was completely different.
“You’re beautiful.” He stated just as matter-of-factly as if he’d told her that Red Vines were better than Twizzlers. His mind was made up on the matter, and there was no changing it now.
His right hand slid up her arm again then, once more making the hair stand up, but Amy kept her eyes open, watching Sheldon as he watched his fingers trace across her skin and he learned what it meant to please a woman.
Soon enough, his fingers found her breasts again even as his lips once more discovered her neck, and a few minutes later had his lips figuring out what his fingers hadn’t yet.
He took his time with each breast, lingering over the mound of flesh, carefully palming each one before giving it a hesitant squeeze, a finger caressing around her nipple until it stiffened into a peak, and only then would his lips cover the bud. The more he lingered, the bolder he grew until finally he let his tongue dart out for a taste.
And Amy was sure that she was in heaven.
While earlier, her actions probably would have sent Sheldon running, her moaning of his name and her gasps for air only spurred him into further action, his lips pursing around one nipple so he could gently suck on it, causing Amy’s hips to jerk upwards slightly in reaction.
“Fascinating.” He murmured after he’d released her nipple with a faint pop, causing Amy to giggle to herself before her moaning started anew when he repeated the action on the other nipple.
“Sh-Sheldon...” She gasped again, unaware once again that he was shifting his weight again until she felt his warm hand rest over her belly button.
She certainly didn’t stop him, only giving him an encouraging smile when he glanced up at her, her head dropping back against the pillow and her eyes wide with surprise when he started kissing his way down her torso.
No words were needed as he scooted down her body and helped her shift until he was kneeling between her legs, his hands slowly gliding up and down the inside of her thighs as he grinned up at her before quickly peeling his shirt off and tossing it to rest on the floor by her nightgown.
“May I?” He asked as his hands returned to her body, this time to rest on the skin of her hips, his fingers resting against the waistband of her panties - again, Penny would say they weren’t sexy, but they weren’t unsexy either - and Amy gave a little nod of her head as she once again lifted her hips while Sheldon pulled the garment away from her body and down her legs, the garment soon resting in a little heap on top of his shirt.
“Beautiful.” He told her again as he rested his left hand on her knee, his right hand tracing careful little patterns along the inside of her thigh as it inched its way closer and closer to where she most wanted it to be.
And then, miracle of miracles, Sheldon Cooper was touching her vagina with his bare fingers.
Screw what she’d said before, this was heaven!
Except, after a few long seconds, Amy realized that he was just touching her, and her eyes slid open again, her brow furrowing as she realized that Sheldon had that confused look on his face again.
“W-what’s wrong?”
“I... I don’t know what to do.” He quietly admitted, causing Amy to smile before she sat up and leaned towards him, pulling him into a gentle kiss even as her hand slid down his arm to rest over his hand.
“I’ll show you.” She broke the kiss to murmur, keeping her lips close to his as she encouraged him to trace his fingers up and down her bare flesh, knowing that with his eidetic memory he’d soon know exactly what she liked before she pushed his fingers past the outer lips of her sex to what she knew was the warm, wet center of her being.
“O-oh my.” He murmured, his head dropping down so he could see what he was doing, Amy once more grinning as she continued pushing his fingers to where she wanted them to go until the tip of his middle finger brushed against her clitoris, and all other previous thoughts of Heaven flew from her mind.
“L-like this...” She purred, guiding his finger around until he’d figured out the motion she liked, pulling her hand away so she could once again tangle her fingers in his hair and kiss him as Sheldon began massaging her on his own.
He was a quick learner, and it wasn’t long before Amy was once again laying on her back with Sheldon resting on his side beside her, his fingers manipulating her flesh like a pro as they kissed and he rubbed her closer and closer to a state of ecstasy.
She wasn’t capable of much speech besides ‘yes’, ‘more’, and ‘Sheldon’ though just before her first non-masturbatory orgasm overwhelmed her, she managed to gasp out the words ‘I love you.’
And then the coil that had been tightening in her belly released, and it was like a hundred little supernovas were happening behind her eyes as her whole body tensed then relaxed while her pelvic muscles contracted in rhythmic little spurts that left her once again trembling in the arms of the man she loved.
Once she was slightly more coherent, her eyes reopened to meet Sheldon’s, a stupid little grin spreading across her features as the warm feelings of pleasure coursed through her system and she took in the look of adoration on her boyfriend’s features.
“...Wow...” she gasped even as she pulled his hand away from her center - she was growing a little sensitive and didn’t want to risk over-stimulation - her breathing still a little labored as she once again pulled him into a lingering kiss.
His arms wrapped around her again, and she could feel the slick remnants of her climax still on his fingers as they touched the bare skin of her back, but she didn’t care, instead feeling a rush of excitement flood through her as it dawned on her that this was actually happening.
And with that in mind, she carefully slid her hand down his side and then around until it rested on the warm skin of his belly.
She felt his stomach tense slightly at her touch, but he didn’t say anything or make any more to stop her, but she didn’t yet push to touch him anywhere else, instead letting him get used to the sensation for several long moments before she slid her hand a little bit lower.
“A-Amy...” He gasped, his forehead coming to rest on hers and their breaths mingling in the space between their lips as his hand left her back to cover hers much in the same way hers had his just a little while previously.
“Do you want to show me?” She asked, not wanting to presume anything, and she held back her delighted smile when he nodded, his nose bumping against hers with the action.
Together, they slid their hands down until her palm was resting over his still-clothed erection, her fingers gently wrapping around it though she didn’t yet do anything else.
“I’m... I’m not fully erect yet.” He murmured, and Amy pulled back slightly in surprise, feeling her eyebrows shoot for her hairline at his words.
It got bigger?!
“...Hoo...” She squeaked before coughing to try and cover up the sound, hoping Sheldon wouldn’t comment on what had always been her most obvious sign of arousal, taking another deep breath before she leaned into kiss him again.
“C-can I help you with that?”
He nodded and murmured his consent, his nose once again bumping with hers, and together they pulled off the last remaining bit of fabric that was keeping them separated.
Her hand returned to gently wrap around him again, his hand once more covering hers as he slowly guided her through the motions of stroking him, and it wasn’t long before he announced that he was fully erect and ready for coitus.
“Not yet.” She told him, her lips seeking out his again as she continued gently stroking him and made some mental notes about what he seemed to like - he nibbled on her lip when she passed her thumb over the head of his penis, so that was something she obviously had to remember - but before she could get any further with him, he suddenly pulled her hand away and pinned it to her side.
“Not yet.” He told her, parroting her words back at her, and she was grinning like a loon on the inside as she realized that she’d gotten him close to orgasm herself.
“Not like that. I... I want...”
She kissed the corner of his mouth, one hand resting on his cheek while the other grasped his hip, both of his arms wrapping tighter around her so he could pull her flush against him.
“You can tell me.” She murmured, her lips tracing along his jawline and she could hear his breath stutter with the action.
“...I want to h-have... no.” He took a deep breath before trying again. “I-I want to m-make love with you, Amy.”
Her heart started hammering in her chest again as he pulled her into a kiss that made her toes curl, his words spinning around her head and make things inside of her do the Snoopy dance.
He hadn’t said he wanted to have coitus with her. He didn’t even say he wanted to have sex with her.
He’d actually used the words ‘make love’ and if he hadn’t already gotten consent from her, those two words would have assured their arrival.
“Then let’s make love.” She told him, pulling back to give him a reassuring smile, her eyes coursing over his body as he pulled away to grab the wrapped condom that he’d so carefully set on the nightstand.
She grinned to herself again as she heard him fumbling with the wrapper, and she sat up to plant a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades before she rested her chin on his shoulder and watched his fingers work, her breath quickening as she took in the sight of his full erection for a moment before she was distracted by the sight of his fingers carefully unrolling the prophylactic down his shaft in what she was sure was exactly the way Penny had taught him.
He turned back to her then, his arms once more wrapping around her as he grinned and pulled her into what was without-a-doubt their most heated kiss to date, and it wasn’t long before she was on her back with him resting in the cradle of her thighs.
“Are you ready?” He asked, one hand cupping her cheek in a decidedly tender embrace while the other was braced beside her shoulder.
“Yes.” She replied with a smile, her hands resting on his shoulders as she braced herself for him to enter her.
He shifted over her then as he worked on aligning his hips with hers, and a moment later, she felt him push past her outer lips, though instead of sliding inside of her, he merely slid up.
He tried again, though, while it felt good for his erection to tease her clitoris, after a few tries, they both knew that something wasn’t quite right.
One of her hands traced down his body then until she circled his erection, her fingers lightly gripping him for a moment as her eyes met his.
“Let me help.”
He nodded, their eyes staying locked as she guided him to her entrance and he gently pushed just the head of his length inside of her, her hand leaving his shaft then to grip his hip as he slowly pushed his way inside.
Whatever Penny had said to him, he had clearly been paying attention, for while there was a bit of discomfort that came with Amy sharing her body with another for the first time, Sheldon was going slow enough that it didn’t actually hurt.
Once he was fully seated inside of her, he paused, their gazes still locked as they got used to this overwhelmingly-new sensation, Amy’s inner muscles fluttering around Sheldon of their own accord which caused both of them to grin.
“Are you okay?” He asked after a moment, his fingers sliding across her cheek until he could trace the shell of her ear.
“Yeah... You feel... Good. You? Are you okay?”
He nodded and gave her an adoring little smile before he leaned down to kiss her again, his hips shifting slightly with the movement, and Amy couldn’t stop the moan of delight that came from deep in her chest.
“O-Oh! Sheldon!”
Sheldon, recognizing that the sound had been a good one, repeated the motion with his hips, drawing his length ever-so-slightly out of her body before he pushed back in, his position also giving him the ability to gently grind his pubic bone against her clitoris and he grinned to himself as Amy’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned again.
Soon, Sheldon found a rhythm that obviously seemed to work for his girlfriend, and Amy began doing what she could to push back, the two soon finding a rhythm that obviously worked for them both.
“Sh-Sheldon...” Amy moaned again, one hand gripping his hip to keep him close while the other tangled in his hair, her head dropping back as his lips and tongue once more discovered the warm skin of her throat.
Sheldon had a hand resting on the bed while the other was tangled in Amy’s hair, keeping her head tilted back just enough that he could continue his assault on her neck. He seemed to be enjoying kissing the area as much as Amy did, though soon enough he became aware of other parts of his body enjoying things far better.
He recognized the beginning signs of climax of course - the tightening of the scrotum, the quickening of his breath, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears - but he also knew that it was drastically important that Amy had her climax first.
Penny had told him as much, and since she was the undeniable expert on these matters, he knew better than to ignore what she’d told him.
“Amy...” He gasped, pulling his head up so he could look down at her. “... I’m close. Are you?”
“...almost...” She gasped, but almost was quite close enough and Sheldon decided that he needed to take matters further into his own hands.
Or, hand, as it were.
Untangling his fingers from Amy’s dark tresses, he slid his hand down her body, carefully keeping his balance as he continued thrusting and slid his hand between them and found the little nubbin of her clitoris with his middle finger again and began rubbing in the way she’d taught him not all that long ago.
Amy gave a little cry of ecstasy then, her back arching up off the bed and Sheldon knew she was closer, his fingers and hips working in tandem to give her the ecstasy she so desperately deserved, and it only took a few thrust more before she gave out another little cry - this time of his name - and he recognized the look on her face as being the one of orgasmic bliss.
It would seem that seeing her in such a state of rapture was just what he needed himself, a sharp and somewhat surprised cry of his own spilling from his lips as he surrendered to his own bliss, his body sagging as shock waves of pleasure shot up his spine.
When he came to himself a bit more, he realized that he’d collapsed on top of his girlfriend, though Amy had her arms wrapped around him and her face buried in the side of his neck as she struggled to catch her breath. He pulled back to smile down at her and give her a gentle and loving post-coital kiss before he reached down to take a hold of his softening length and pulled out of her, careful to keep a grip on the condom the way Penny had told him to.
He quickly disposed of it in Amy’s beside trashcan, making a mental note to empty that for her before he left the next morning, before he rolled onto his back and wove his fingers through Amy’s.
Amy. The love of his life.
He was never going to let go of her hand again.
