The Professor Insights

Part XV

It was preposterous how nervous he was.

Koothrappali had given him the address of a quaint French restaurant downtown, and he was able to book a table in the back for some privacy. Was she expecting a lot from tonight? Probably.

Penny gave him an approving look when he walked past her and Leonard seated on the beige loveseat. He grabbed his wallet from his desk.

"Looking sharp, Doctor Cooper," she said, winking at him.

"Thanks," Sheldon said curtly. He was still pretty pissed off at her for feeding Amy all kinds of information about his past. It had made him come off as a womanizer without ethics.

"We took Amy to the mall today," Penny continued suggestively. "Make sure to tell her she looks good when she shows you."

Sheldon furrowed his brow. Show him what? He would be able to see the way she was dressed the second he saw her, wouldn't he?

"Do you want me out of the apartment tonight?" Leonard asked, dead serious.

"That won't be necessary," Sheldon supplied, subtly checking the condoms in his wallet. If she was interested in that, he figured it would be best if they did that in her bed. She'd be more at ease.

His stomach prickled with nerves at the thought. He had never been someone's first.

Amir only smiled smugly at him as he drove him to Amy's. "Do you need to stop somewhere for flowers, Doctor Cooper?"

Sheldon shook his head. He had thought of that himself, but came to the realisation that he knew next to nothing about her likes and dislikes. Maybe it was time to get to know her for real now. This dating sounded like the ideal way to do so.

She looked pretty, dressed conservatively in a floral dress. The unbidden thought that his mother would approve suddenly entered his brain. The realisation that he was already thinking of introducing her to his mother made his heart stop. He was entirely too far gone.

She seemed nervous as well, and they didn't even kiss in greeting.

It was awkward as they got in the car. There was a certain tension between them, and not the sexual kind he had come to love. It was uncomfortable, maybe because of the unresolved issues between the two of them. Sheldon didn't really know what to do with himself; should he grab her hand?

"Sheldon," Amy mumbled, and Sheldon looked over at her. To say she looked apologetic was an understatement; it was almost remorseful. "I-I want to apologize for the horrible things I said. It's no excuse, but I thought your intentions with me were, well… not that honourable. I realise now that I misinterpreted a lot of things you did. And I'm sorry."

How could he stay even a little mad at her when she apologized so sincerely?

He had already forgiven her in his head, but forgave her out loud now too. He took some of the blame as well; they hadn't communicated clearly at all. That was going to change, if it were up to him. He should be clear about his intentions in the future, and he started now.

"I do hope there's no doubt about my intentions now."

By the look on her face – flushed, dilated pupils, shallow breathing – he knew for certain there wasn't.

He had never had such a good time at dinner as he had with her. After they had cleared the air in regards to that horrible, horrible afternoon in his office, the tension between them was back its normal setting; sexual.

And he was living for it.

How they were able to talk about their childhoods, his traditional upbringing and his cotillion training and still managed to turn it into something suggestive and flirtatious: that had to be a gift. She was being all suggestive and provocative about his ability to dance – he excelled at so many things, she should try his sour dough bread sometime as well – so he straight up told her he'd dance with her some time. They should practice a little before… Well, before some event at which they were expected to be dancing.

"I'd like that," she murmured. Good, he thought.

He told her about growing up in East-Texas, and didn't really know why he felt the need to show her a picture of Meemaw. If it was up to him, they would be meeting soon enough anyway. Amy seemed totally charmed to see him as a young boy, and although he knew he was kind of adorable growing up, it felt pretty good to have her coo over him like this.

Their flirtatious banter flowed easily between them; he called her out for researching him after just spending an hour and a half in his presence, and she tried to deny her true motives again.

"I didn't believe you then and I don't believe you now, Amy."

If only she would stop licking her lips.

He wasn't joking when he said he wanted to ravish her in the bathroom – or wherever really. Amy blushed adoringly when the waiter interrupted them. Sheldon couldn't care less; he'd tip the waiter generously later, to make up for any awkwardness.

He admitted to favouring her as a student a little bit, but she was a biology major and he had thought she would need all the help she could get.

Amy didn't notice that he tried to subtly change to topic over to her; he wanted to know more about her interests, her primary field of study, her life. Instead of taking the proverbial bait, she ate her steak in a ridiculously slow and sensual manner – moaning as she went – and Sheldon could only stare at her as he grew hard from the noises alone.

She noticed.

He coughed awkwardly and tried to divert the attention; what drove her to study biology? But Amy was on a roll; she wasn't allowed to sell cookies as part of the Girl Scouts like a whore. The whole 'selling herself' took a strange turn, where Amy basically asked him to take her virginity.

He couldn't help but stare at her.

Besides the obvious physical attraction he felt for her, she was also intelligent and funny and she challenged him at a level he had never experienced before. It seemed almost too good to be true that she was as pure as the driven snow.

"How you managed to stay out of the clutches of all those men at Harvard is beyond me, Amy."

He had meant it to be an expression of both amazement and 'I can't believe how lucky I am', but she misunderstood him completely. She looked almost ashamed of herself, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

If he had known what kind of feelings he could develop for someone, he would have saved himself as well. Well, not saved himself, but he would have shown some of his former partners the door. Being experienced in sex did come with some advantages, after all.

"And I don't want to presume anything, but I think the first man you give yourself to is a very lucky man indeed."

She was almost shocked by his audacious statement, but he was dead serious. Amy seemed unable to respond. It was fine. He was just being clear about his intentions for once.

Amy didn't even try to be subtle when she asked him about his past relationships, and he decided not to beat around the bush. Yes, he regretted some of his past choices. She left it at that, and he was grateful.

They continued flirting back and forth; he was still surprised how much fun this was, and how he enjoyed watching her eyes lit up as she teased him. When she brought up the Catholic schoolgirl skirt, his earlier erection almost returned. What a vixen.

She probably didn't even notice that she kept licking her lips as she ate the chocolate mousse – or maybe it was just his imagination running away with him.

The addiction study she had spent most of the semester on was actually much more interesting than he had ever thought, and he listened with rapt attention as she explained the differences in behaviour the monkeys demonstrated when showing withdrawal signs from different types of tobacco.

He let her have the last bite of the crème brulée, she would need all her energy, if she let him have his way with her tonight. He took care of the bill while she was in the bathroom, and went ahead and texted Amir they were ready to go.

He still didn't really know for sure whether or not she wanted to go through with whatever earlier plans they had made weeks ago, and that didn't matter. He chuckled softly, he never thought he'd see the day where he would be willing to be this patient for a girl. Apparently the feelings involved made all the difference in the world.

Amy was easily convinced. He had been thinking of kissing her all evening and when he did just that, she practically jumped him right in the middle of the street. It was a lie, he had been thinking of doing some much nastier things to her, but he was sure she knew that.

"Take me home."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

For some reason hearing her say to Amir that he would not be needing a ride later that evening, caused an extreme feeling of relief to wash over him. She wanted to go through with it.

It was his turn to be nervous now. She knew he had experience. And she had none. She was probably expecting it to be either mind-blowing, or not at all interesting (the more unlikely option), or she had little expectations at all. He didn't know which of these options unnerved him more.

As much as he looked forward to finally having her under him, feeling her clench around him, come on his dick hopefully, he was much more concerned with making this a good experience for her. While he had spent many a masturbation session thinking back to how tight she was and how glorious it must feel, it couldn't be good for her. She wouldn't be able to handle it.

His thoughts drifted off, how to go about this. He'd have to make her come, obviously. Orally. He liked eating her out; just thinking back to the tiny gasps and soft moans she made caused his dick to twitch.

Amy was literally shaking with nerves, and he realised that maybe tonight wasn't the time at all. They could just have tea and then sleep – just sleep – or he'd call Amir for a ride home. It was all good. Whatever she wanted, really.

And it turned out she wanted tea, so that was what he would give her.

But she didn't want a cup of tea at all; what started as a small kiss turned into a full on make out session, with him groping her ass – God, how he loved her ass – and their tongues meeting hotly. After a short interruption from the electric kettle (she didn't want tea) he proceeded to mark her neck with his lips and teeth.

He wanted everyone to see how well he had ravished her.

She was cute and adorably innocent when she asked him if he was giving her a hickey – of course he was. He may have let slip just where his thoughts had drifted off to lately, but that was a conversation for another time. A time where he knew what flowers to buy for her, and where he brought them to their home instead of hers.

They kissed again, hotly, and he couldn't resist grabbing her breast and pulling her against him. He was rock-hard for her. And she had no shame in groping him. He couldn't keep this up.

"Can I take you to bed?"

"Yes," she answered before he had even finished asking her.

He held her gaze. She knew what he was asking her, right? He was asking her to share her body with him. Neither one of them blinked, and the look in her eyes showed him a kind of determination mixed with nerves that said enough.

He'd take care of her.

"We won't do anything you're not ready for, Amy," he emphasized.

"I know," she said, and licked her lips once again.

He had had it with her. She couldn't expect him to behave like a gentleman – he was trying so, so hard – and take care of her; treat her gently; make it good for her, when she kept licking her lips at him. He had warned her about that more often than not.

He pulled her to her bed, and tried one last time to keep his body in check. He kissed her sweetly, and caressed her arms softly. The tension between them was even more intense with this sort of slow, anticipation-inducing loving.

Amy was out of patience; she was undressing him quickly and he enjoyed her hands on him. He tried to slow down; she would only get one first time after all.

But Amy had other ideas; her moans were loud when he brushed his thumb over her nipples and she proceeded to beg him for it. He couldn't resist her begging, she knew this. He helped her out of her dress – he had to laugh at her impatience – and cursed out loud when he saw what she was wearing underneath.

The Batman panties.

Seeing Amy in a comic book-themed piece of lingerie was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

And she knew it. She was grinning at him, and pulling out all stops with her fake-innocent-schoolgirl act. When she twisted to show him the lace backside, he couldn't control himself anymore.

He lifted her in the air and promptly deposited her on the bed. Sheldon was on top of her in a second, pressing against the heat radiating from between her legs. She had been wearing them all night; when she licked her lips at him in the restaurant, when he had come over to pick her up. His brain short-circuited.

Sheldon sat back up and assessed her. She looked like a vision.

The black underwear was incredibly sexy, and the rhinestones that made up the Batman-logo glittered up at him. He traced it with his fingers. He told her how hot she looked – was this what Penny had meant? No, it made no sense. He had already seen these panties on her once before.

But he found out what Penny had meant quickly after.

She was waxed bare. Arousal coursed through him. We took Amy to the mall today, make sure to tell her she looks good when she shows you.

If taking Amy to the salon to get her pussy waxed was Penny's way to make amends with him, he couldn't help but forgive her instantly. He loved a bare pussy.

He couldn't wait to have his mouth on her.

"I would have eaten you out regardless, but this is very much appreciated."

He felt her up, just to see how hot she was for him: very.

He loved it. He pushed two fingers inside her; only to stretch her for what was to come – first another finger and if he was lucky, his member after that – but Amy was so incredibly responsive to him he ended up getting her off by his hand alone. She came within minutes, hot and pulsing around his fingers, more wetness accumulating on her.

Her muscles clamping down on his fingers increased his excitement for later. There was no way of knowing she'd be able to come from just penetration though, but one could only hope. She was even slicker with arousal now, and he moved his fingers through it, coating them.

She whimpered in pain when he pushed three fingers inside her. Despite coming just now, she was tense with nerves.

"Sshhh," he tried to soothe her, and held her gaze as he moved his fingers inside her slowly. She was clenching around him, and it made it nearly impossible for him to do this now. "Relax, if you can't handle three fingers, you won't be able to handle it."

He tried to distract her, kissing her deeply, rubbing her clit and she relaxed under him now. He brushed his tongue against hers, willing her to let go of the nerves and just enjoy it. And she did. She was moaning in his mouth now, and it only increased his desire to do what he had wanted to do earlier.

He pulled off her panties, and made her bare her breasts to him. He kissed them long enough to have her squirm under him. He moved down.

Amy tried to stop him; she was unclear as to why. Perhaps she thought that it was his turn now? It was a lame attempt really, since she admitted to wanting it. Of course she wanted it; no one ever said no to oral sex.

And he needed her wet and eager for him. He told her so. Her eyes widened almost comically, and she gave in. Good.

Would be rude to ask her to keep waxing? He wondered as he pressed kisses to her hairless skin; she was soft under his mouth and he practically salivated on her. He inhaled her scent and lapped at her. He groaned against her wet folds; it had been weeks since he had last done this – and he had been craving it. Hearing her moan in ecstasy, feeling her tremble under his mouth; it was intoxicating.

He inserted two fingers in her and enjoyed how she pulsed on his fingers; like she was sucking them in. Sheldon wondered how long he would be able to keep this up once he was inside her. He pushed a third finger inside the tight heat and he couldn't suppress groaning against her; she took them in now, like she was craving it. No more tenseness, just this desperate need for him it seemed.

"Good girl," he muttered softly, and he felt her squeeze around his fingers in response.

He had to make her come now, before he took a detour and tried to see just how obedient she'd be to his commands. She had become incredibly wet that one time he had spanked her – just twice – so that boded really, really well for the future. But that was for another time.

She came under his mouth; and he was afraid she would pass out for a second by the intensity of it; her legs closed in around his head, and his fingers were squeezed to a point of pain. Her thighs trembled, and there was a sheen of sweat covering her body. She looked magnificent.

He had to have her.

He got up from between her legs and started to undress – if she didn't want him, he still needed to get rid of the insane tenseness in his body. He needed a release, and that was happening either way, preferably while inside her, but he would settle for his right hand by now.

Amy opened her eyes languidly, and she looked at him with so much desire there was no doubt where he'd be finishing tonight. He asked her though; to be sure, and because he was raised right.

The second he grabbed a condom from his wallet – they hadn't talked about contraceptives at all, and although she had mentioned once that she wanted him to come inside her, he couldn't be safe enough – his earlier nerves and anticipation returned.

It had to be good for her.

But besides that, there was also the underlying anxiousness he had just come to understand fully. He was so in love with her. He wanted nothing more than to share this with her; something that used to be a way to relieve stress or just get a release had changed to something completely different in his head: the sharing of one's body with the person you were willing to give it to, because you craved that person on a whole other level. Craved the closeness, the intimacy.

This had never happened to him before, the desire to be this close to someone.

He swallowed thickly, overcome by his feelings for her.

Amy kissed him when he climbed on top of her, and he had to take a couple of deep breaths before he could continue. She told him she was ready; but he wasn't so sure of himself now.

"I've never done this before," he admitted.

She didn't understand him, and he just kissed her and explained that he had done it before, but never like this. With the woman he loved. Making love, the words suddenly made sense to him.

"Oh," she breathed out shakily. Her eyes shone up at him with her unspoken feelings on display. She kissed him; what she felt for him evident in her actions.

She didn't need to say it. He already knew.

What followed was the most intense sex he had ever had. The addition of actual feelings caused a depth he had never thought possible.

Her body had been compliant when he pushed into her – thank God – but the feelings moving through him were unprecedented. Incredible. She felt delicious, wrapped tightly around him tightly, pulsing with slick desire.

He held back, letting her body get accustomed to his length and girth. Amy was moving wantonly against him in no time though, rubbing herself against him and he could feel her contract around him deliciously every time he brushed against her clit with his lower body.

Sheldon took it up a notch; he lifted her thigh to a 90 degree angle, and sank into her deeper with his next thrust. Oh good Lord, did she feel good. It was like she was made for him.

"OH!" Amy gasped, and Sheldon would have laughed at her surprised and pleasured face had he not been overwhelmed with pleasure himself.

She was like a student following an introduction class to the carnal pleasures of the human body. And he couldn't wait to teach her everything he knew in the bedroom as well.

She came on his dick. He barely kept it together when she did.

He gave her a minute to come back to him; she was pulsing around him, her chest heaved and with every deep breath she took, her nipples raked against him.

He looked her over, she seemed to have come back to earth. There was a twinge of disappointment in her eyes. He understood. The orgasm hadn't nearly been as intense as the ones she had before, but that was to be expected. Once she got the hang of this, she'd be coming so hard on his dick she wouldn't be able to continue afterwards.

So, in a way it was good thing, because he wasn't nearly done with her.

He chuckled at her innocent ignorance when she saw that he hadn't come yet. He wondered how much he could introduce her to this evening. He really wanted her on top of him, her breasts bouncing enticingly as she rode him to completion, but she seemed too worn out now to try that.

He turned her around instead, and let her catch her breath for a minute as she lay down on her stomach. He kissed her neck from his position on top of her back, and pushed her legs open with his hands.

"You just relax, I'll do all the work."

She was so wet for him now, he had no trouble penetrating her from behind. He was unprepared for the tightness of her at this angle though, and he groaned loudly in her ear.

"Amy," he gasped her name. She pulsed around him.

She exhaled softly, a tiny moan in the back of her throat. He grasped her hips firmly and pulled himself out of her, until just the head of his dick remained inside her. Then he pushed back inside her in a slow and practiced move. She had a tight grip on him and he had to work to move inside her.

"Ooh!" she moaned. She kept squeezing him with her muscles, and after her earlier bout of doubts and nerves he had to check.

"You good, babe?" he grunted. Dear Lord he couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

"Yes," she was mumbled breathlessly.

Sheldon groaned, keeping a slow pace still, pulling back and pushing in. Her walls fluttered around him.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, moving his arms over hers and taking a hold of her hands. He breathed into her neck.

She hummed affirmatively, her breath catching as he pushed into her more firmly.

"I don't want to hurt you," Sheldon muttered, "so let me know when it's too much, okay?"

He gave both her hands a squeeze and waited until she squeezed them back. He picked up the pace, little by little. Her moans were muffled by the pillow under her face but he was able to hear them enough with his head so close to hers.

She took him like a pro. He didn't need to hold back at all. Oh, this was good. Feeling her under him, her pussy gripping him in a tight hold, the suctioning motions she inadvertently made. He kept groaning in her ear.

"Fuck, Amy," he gasped. "You feel that?"

She shrieked into the pillow when he pushed into her roughly. He squeezed her hands. She squeezed them back.

"How do you feel?" he breathed in her ear.

She turned her head a little to gasp for breath; he continued to pound into her. "Full," she whispered.

A surge of pride went through him. "You begged me for this, remember?"

"Uh huh," Amy mumbled. She was flushed, and her skin looked radiant. Her mouth was half-open, trying to get the needed oxygen in her lungs. Sheldon could look at this image forever.

He slowed his tempo, making long strokes with his hips, tilting them so he penetrated her fully.

"Oh my God," Amy breathed out, her voice so high-pitched it sounded like a mewl more than anything. Sheldon grinned. She was loving this. He pressed another kiss in her neck.

He slowly pulled out of her and palmed her ass. He'd spank her again someday soon. He couldn't wait. He turned her on her left side, and she looked at him languidly. He winked at her, and lift her right leg up, baring her for him.

He fucked her for a while like this, with a firm grip on her leg against his upper body. Whatever angle he tried, she felt tight and hot around him every time. Amy held onto her head board as he had his way with her.

He couldn't believe his luck.

When he turned her on her knees in front of him – while he liked looking at her face, he liked looking at her ass too – Amy exhaled loudly with residual exhaustion.

"Sheldon," she panted. "How long are you able to keep this up?"

He chuckled. He had to admit, the condom had helped him from coming a few times just now. But after months of wanting her like this, he was going to keep from coming for as long as he was able to. And thanks to past experience, he was able to.

"I'm not an 18 year old virgin anymore, Amy," he smirked, "I can keep this up for longer than fifteen minutes."

But he had to eat his words just a couple of minutes later.

She was riding him; slowly, awkwardly and insecurely and it was the best thing ever. He was guiding her, helping her move up and down on him. The image of her coming on him like this; while she sat in his lap, his face in her neck, being able to feel her heartbeat against his own chest as she contracted around him filled his thoughts.

"Do you think you can come again?" he wanted her to.

She shook her head, and Sheldon noticed how exhausted she was. And then she said it. I want you to come.

He nearly did immediately. He told her to say it again. And she did. She begged him even. He couldn't resist her begging. He came hard, and she contracted her muscles to help him along further. He groaned in her neck and panted loudly as his release washed over him. Sweet Jesus, did it feel good to finally come inside her.

He never wanted anyone else ever again.

He thought over the events of the evening in her shower. Would it be too soon to ask her? Or, was a couple of months of tension-filled foreplay, countless stolen kisses, some blowjobs and other dirty stuff and just one date enough to ask her to be his?

His first girlfriend. He had never wanted one before. But she had to say yes first, he mustn't get ahead of himself.

They drank tea, seated on her couch like they had done often before. She kissed him in thanks for the music box and he couldn't wait any longer to ask her.

Sheldon prided himself in having an extensive vocabulary, but no word had ever sounded as beautiful as her answer to his question: Yes.

END

A/N Thank you for reading Sheldon's part of this story too. I love your responses.