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TITLE: The Deal Definitive
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: The Big Bang Theory
SHIP: Sheldon / Penny
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 3 and 4 - General
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER ALERT: SEASON 3 & 4 General. Penny goes looking for Leonard, but finally gets definitive proof as to what exactly Sheldon’s deal is.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Big Bang Theory. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. This one kind of got away from me and it’s a bit long. But, I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. Feedback and reviews are always welcome.
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It took Penny five minutes to fish her keys out of her purse only for her to promptly drop them. The purse followed the keys to the floor and she cursed under her breath. She was drunk and she knew it as she leaned her palm and then her forehead against the cool wood of her door and looked down at her keys and purse. It shouldn’t have been, but her date had been a disaster. The guy was good-looking, rugged and fit, a jock, and he was taking her to a nice restaurant, but they were only half way there when she realized just how dumb he was. She drank too much to compensate and her actions had become less than lady-like, so she doubted she’d be seeing him again. Her brush-off had been less then subtle to add insult to injury. She hadn’t had a problem with dumb before, but it seemed that Leonard had ruined that part of her… She now needed more than just a pretty face, she wanted smarts too. It was both unfair and so darn inconvenient.
She turned and stumbled over her purse and leaned her shoulders and back against the door to keep herself from falling as she focused on the door on the other side of the hall. “It’s all his fault.” She muttered under her breath, fanning the little flame of anger that was flickering to life inside her. But, as she continued to peer at the door of apartment 4A her memory betrayed her by parading images of some of the more physical things that she and Leonard done behind that door. “It’s his fault.” She repeated, but it sounded more petulant than angry even to her inebriated ears. She narrowed her eyes and then pushed away from the door. I’m going over there to give him a piece of my mind!” she thought with determination. “Or… At least, a piece of something.” She amended after a few wobbly steps while more memories flooded through her and stirred something in her loins sending heat cascading along her skin, but making her nipples start to stiffen.
Sheldon hummed happily as he worked away at his laptop, enjoying the peace and quiet afforded by the absence of his roommate and their friends. The three of them were off at some inane conference that made the preposterous claim to be a meeting of their peers for the weekend. He chuckled softly to himself at the idea that they had thought he would join them, he had no peers. His head turned to the door as he heard a knock followed by Penny’s strident voice calling Leonard’s name. The knock and the call were repeated again and then a third time by the time he reached the door and opened it.
Penny giggled as she realized that she had unconsciously mimicked Sheldon. The door swung open and her mouth opened to say something scathing to Leonard’s spectacled face, but instead she found herself looking at a Flash symbol emblazoned chest. “You’re not Leonard, you’re tall.” She stated with a frown as she tilted her head up to look into his face. “Very observant of you, Penny.” He commented as he took in his neighbor’s unsteady, intoxicated state as she swayed slightly even though her hand was on the door frame. “Would you like to come inside?” he offered, stepping aside and he reflexively reached out to her as she stumbled forward. She managed to catch her balance without his help, but didn’t enter the apartment more than a step or two. “Where’s Leonard? I’m mad at him… And… And I want to… To do stuff to him.” She asked with a vague two-handed gesture as she tried to explain herself.
“Stuff?” Sheldon asked perplexed. “Never you mind. Where is he?” she persisted while waggling a warning finger at him. “He’s not here.” He informed her and watched as her shoulders slumped and this time he had to catch her before she tottered and almost fell. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, but it didn’t mask the soft scent of vanilla that always surrounded her as he helped her to the sofa. “Thanks Sheldon, I’m a little drunk.” She admitted with only a slight slurring of her words as he stood in front of her. “You shouldn’t drink so much.” He advised and she laughed softly at his directness and rather pointed advice. “Yeah, good plan. I’ll remember that for next time.” She acknowledged and he nodded in agreement and she wondered what his “spotting sarcasm” stats were up to. Penny sighed. “I guess I should be getting home then.” She proposed even as she started to get comfortable on the sofa as it remained still and steady while the rest of the world around her spun ever so slowly. “You can sleep in Leonard’s room if you like?” he offered and his words brought a flood of memories that again tightened parts of her, good parts below and not so good parts in her throat. She needed to get home, to her own bed where she could either pass out or take care of herself as arousal fought the lassitude of inebriation.
“No… No… I should go. My keys and purse are lying in front of my door.” She insisted, but he had to catch her and hold her up as she attempted to stand. “Why on earth would you leave your keys and purse there?” he wondered with a quizzical tilt to his head. She opened her mouth to explain and then just shook her head which turned out not to be the best of ideas. She felt a little light-headed and as she started to totter, she leaned against his long, lean, solid frame and rested her cheek on his chest without thinking. He felt both comfortably warm and cool at the same time. He had started to reach for her again when it looked like she was going to fall and his hands froze just above her shoulders as she leaned against him. He frowned and after a moment let his hands drop to her shoulders to pat them lightly. She seemed to be in some kind of distress, but he wasn’t sure what and he didn’t quite know what to do. He didn’t think a hot beverage was going to cut it, but coffee might help with her inebriation.
She felt sought of nice, but he didn’t think making that observation would be appropriate. Penny confused him, more so lately than usual. The rules had changed when she and Leonard had started dating and again when they had broken up. Certain social conventions were no longer in play and he didn’t see the actual need for her in his life, yet he did seem to spend more time with her on their own and it wasn’t unpleasant. She had become a friend, but she was different from Leonard and Raj, and even Howard whom he considered an acquaintance. But, he also had memories of her naked from when he’d helped her when she’d fallen and hurt herself in the shower and those memories occasionally filtered into his subconscious and dreams in disturbing, yet enjoyable ways. He even enjoyed the guilty pleasure of, once or twice adding her into his fantasies during his Friday night masturbatory sessions. She filled out a Seven of Nine costume quite well, in his head at least. He had a better appreciation of Leonard’s reaction to the blonde Nebraskan, but it made him feel strange and that sensation now flared with her nearness and contact.
Her arm had curved loosely around his hip in an almost hug when she realized what she was doing and who she was doing it with. She straightened up and stepped back, his hands lingering on her shoulder for a moment felt nice before they dropped away. “Sorry.” She apologized softly, prepared for whatever strange retort he was liable to make, but all she got from him was a strange half-smile which vanished before she was sure she’d seen it. “It’s okay. Maybe I should escort you back to your place?” he wondered politely. “Naagh… It’s okay… I mean it’s just across the hall. I can make it on my own.” She countered, but made a lie of her words as she turned and her foot caught on the edge of the sofa. Again he caught her before she fell and steadied her. Apparently alcohol and high heels didn’t mix that well. “Maybe you better help me home, if it isn’t too much trouble.” She capitulated after she slowly shook her head and wasn’t able to clear the floating feeling she had.
Penny was a little surprised when he placed his hand at the small of her back and pulled her against him so that she could lean on his support, but it felt nice, so she didn’t mention it. Even drunk she knew bringing up his behavior would make him question it and then he’d go back to being typical, defensive Sheldon and she rather liked the Sheldon he was right then. “Wow, I must be really drunk.” She thought with that realization while he guided them across the hall to her door. He leaned her against the door and retrieved her keys and purse from the floor. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. She turned to thank him and again her heels betrayed her and she stumbled into his arms. “Okay, then… Let’s get you to bed.” He informed her and she couldn’t contain the peel of laughter that bubbled up out of her as she realized it was the second time Sheldon had wanted to get her into bed.
He sat her down on the edge of her bed and then turned to leave. He stopped at her bedroom door. “Will you be okay?” he asked and she nodded which made the world spin a little more than it had been. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, Sheldon.” She told him anyway and waved him off with a grateful smile. He gave her a speculative look and then nodded before leaving her room. Penny dropped back onto the bed, enjoying the weightless feel of falling and the bouncing when she landed. She closed her eyes and waited for the spinning sensation to stop. She would have been happy to simply lie there and just drift off to sleep, but her clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable against her skin and she needed to get out of them. With, a heavy sigh and quite a bit of effort she sat up again. She managed to kick off her shoes and then attempted to remove her top and the camisole she wore under it off over her head.
Sheldon wasn’t sure why he paused at her front door and didn’t just leave, but he did. He was concerned for Penny and he didn’t know what to do about it. He rushed back to her bedroom when he heard her call his name frantically and ask for help in a panicked voice. Her top and camisole somehow got tangled around her face and after struggling for a few moments Penny started to panic in the close, suffocating darkness. She didn’t know why, but she found herself calling Sheldon for help and then suddenly he was there. Sure hands brushed hers aside and after only a slight hitch when she didn’t lift her arms, he had the stifling clothing off. She felt only relief and didn’t even care that she was naked from the waist up.
She started to look up and thank him, but with her seated and him standing she was facing his crotch and she froze at what she saw. He helped her out of pure instinct, but seeing her naked breasts again, triggered memories of the last time he’d seen them which linked back to his fantasies and he felt his eyes widen as he felt his dick rapidly stiffen and make his trousers feel uncomfortably tight. Sheldon looked down and realized that Penny was looking directly at his crotch and the glowing flush of heat at his cheeks flared. He started to step back, but Penny’s hands rose and latched onto his hips, holding him in place with surprising strength. Her head tilted up slowly until her wide eyes found his. He watched the pink tip of her tongue peek out to make a slow circuit of her lips. “So, that’s your deal. You like girls.” She stated breathily and Sheldon had to bite back the sound that bubbled up his throat as her hot breath heated his dick through the material of his trousers and made his dick twitch in response.
“Of course I like girls, I’m not sexist.” He responded indignantly to her odd statement. Penny smiled. “No… You LIKE girls.” she repeated, emphasizing the word “like”, but when she didn’t see understanding reach his eyes, she said it again, but also ran her hand slowly up along the long, thick tube of his cloth covered erection. She had meant the gesture to be playful and shocking enough to get her meaning through to him, but she found herself stroking and measuring him through his pants as he throbbed against her touch. He seemed to be quite proportionate and apparently not quite done growing as she continued to stroke him through his pants which drew little sounds from him. Her body made its own desires known as her sex clenched and twisted against itself and her already taut nipples singled as they tightened even further. Penny bit her lower lip as she had the wildest idea she’d ever had pop into her head.
She was drunk, her judgment was suspect at best, but his wasn’t. The idea was insane, but he would stop her and it would be embarrassing, yet… Fingers that should have been unco-ordinated with inebriation were somehow nimble as they undid his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper. His hands had risen when she undid his belt, but they did no more than hover over hers as she peeled open his pants and slid them off his hips leaving his erection straining against the less resistant cage of his tighty-whities. “Penny? Wh… What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft and shaky, shocked and nervous and the whites of his eyes showed wild and his mouth hung slack. “Have you ever been with a woman, Sheldon?” she asked, ignoring his question and prepared for his protest at her doing so or to have him question her meaning. He jumped slightly when she again caressed his length to make sure he understood her meaning while able to feel the strong pulse beating in it far more clearly through the thin cotton of his underwear. “No.” he all but squeaked.
“Would you like to?” she enquired. “No.” He almost whimpered as his body made a lie of his answer as his dick lurched against her fingers and she watched as a wet spot blossomed on his underwear where it strained over his dickhead. “Are you sure about that?” she persisted as she reached for the waistband of his undies and stretched them back from his flat stomach and slowly pulled them down. She was sure he would grab her hands to stop her, but they remained hovering where they were. Penny found herself unconsciously licking her lips. His cock was as pale as he was and sprouted from a sparse smattering of pubes, but oh what a cock. It was long, thick, pointed and just slightly curved. The tip glistened in the low light as she watched another heavy dollop of clear lube grow and then spill slowly down it. Penny realized what she had set in motion was going to happen. She was seducing Sheldon and he was letting her. Chalk another one up to alcohol and bad judgment, which would be her excuse when it came right down to it, she didn’t know what his might be. It was clear to her that if this wasn’t going to happen it would only be if she stopped it and God help her she didn’t think she would. Her world was up-side-down and inside-out, so why couldn’t she give into the strange idea that she wanted to have sex with Sheldon Cooper.
Sheldon’s heart was attempting to beat its way free of his chest and there didn’t seem to be enough air in the room as he watched Penny first stroke and then bare his now achingly hard penis to the cool air. He should be stopping her, this was wrong, she was drunk and he… it was wrong, but it felt good and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to grip her wrists or tell her to stop. “No.” he finally replied to the question of whether he was sure and he didn’t recognize his own voice. It all seemed so unreal… Was he dreaming? Everything was surreal like in a dream, but yet he could smell her vanilla scent, mixed with alcohol and something else, something that made his belly flutter and added to the growing tension in his balls. He could feel the heat of her breath on him, the soft, smoothness of her fingers on him as she caress his now fully exposed manhood and it felt very, very real. He was confused, but some part of him told him adamantly that he was not dreaming and an even smaller part knew exactly where this was leading. It took him a moment to realize she was looking up at him and a moment more to focus on her beautiful, upturned face.
“I want you to kick off your shoes, Sheldon.” Penny instructed softly and the instruction was so disconnected from the feelings she was stirring in him that he followed it without thought. “Good.” She praised and despite himself he felt his lips twitch into a pleased smile. “Now, take off your t-shirt.” She continued and he was starting to pull up the hem when it occurred to him to ask why and he did. “Just take it off, Sheldon.” She repeated her instruction softly, but firmly while at the same time she slid her fingertips up over his bared stomach. The gentle, silky touch sent a shudder through him and muscles seemed to work independent of his swirling thoughts as he dragged his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. “Very good.” She praised again and Sheldon got the distinct impression that he was slowly being led down a path, but he had no choice but to follow.
Penny shifted on the bed, rubbing her thighs together as her sex wrung out a fresh, heated rush of lubricating cream on a sharp, twisting flex as she took charge and got Sheldon undressed. As, strange as the idea was and as out there as her actions were, it was continuing to excite her more and more. There was a little voice screaming that this was wrong and that there would be terrible consequences, but that voice was getting smaller and smaller as she allowed her need to take over. He was staring at her and she could see his hovering hands tremble as she pushed his trousers and underwear all the way down to his ankles. She didn’t use words this time, just urged him to lift his foot by tugging at his ankle. He did as she silently bid and she managed to get his sock off with his pant leg and underwear before repeating the process with the other foot to leave him naked in front of her.
Sheldon realized that fact and she could see the realization dawn clearly in his eyes and his hands sprang into action, crossing over his crotch. She stopped them and brushed them apart with almost no resistance from him. “You’ve got a nice cock, Sheldon. No need to hide it.” She complimented him and she saw his chest puff up with pride. “But, I guess it isn’t fair that I’m now wearing more clothes then you are, so…” she conceded and standing a little unsteadily, she unzipped her skirt and pushed it off her hips to slide down and puddle around her feet leaving her in only her panties. She could see his hands still nervously hovering at his sides while his eyes searched hers. Penny worried at her lower lip for a moment before she gently took his hands in hers. “You want to help me with these?” she asked and guided his hands to her hips and the waistband of her panties. When she released his hands they moved away from her and she had to return them and this time she went a step further by tucking his thumbs under the waistband.
Sheldon was trying very hard not to freak out. He was having a very hard time processing what was happening, both metaphorically and literally. He was naked and he’d assisted her in doing so and now she was all but naked too. His dick was so hard it almost ached as it tapped against his belly to the racing beat of his pulse. His skin felt strange like he was covered in pins and needles, but not. He was suddenly a slave to his hormones and he shouldn’t be liking it, but he was. It took him awhile because his body and hers kept distracting him, but he had been calculated the odds and had come to the conclusion that Penny’s actions and his lack of actions had a ninety-nine percent probability of leading to coitus. The idea terrified and intrigued him all at the same time and then his thoughts stuttered to a halt as she said something and took his hands and put them on her hips. Her skin was warm and smooth and contrasted with the lace of her panties which happen to be the only thing she was still wearing.
His hands moved away from her when she released then because he didn’t have conscious control of them, but she replaced them and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties for good measure. She repeated what she’d said and he swallowed as he realized she wanted him to remove the last of her underwear. “It’s okay, Sheldon.” She coaxed gently and pushed down on his wrist to get things started. He blinked and then he was pushing her panties off her hips. Penny was a little surprised when he sank down to his knees as he guided her underwear down her hips and onto her thighs. The gusset of her panties clung to her wet, swollen nether lips and he had to tug gently to free them before guiding it down to her feet. She had to rest his hand on his shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them and then they were both completely naked.
With her standing and him kneeling, their earlier position was reversed and her fingers tightened on his shoulder as her eyes fluttered and her breath hitched a little as his hot breath washed over her sex. Sheldon wasn’t sure why he’d sunk to his knees, but his legs had felt a little unsteady, so he’d just gone with it. His nostrils flared and his dick lurched as the tantalizing scent that had been mixing with Penny usual vanilla aroma grew stronger and he leaned forward toward the source and found himself studying her smooth hairless sex. “She must shave.” The barely functioning, analytical part of his brain informed him. She glistened wetly in the low light as he drew in a heavy draught of her heavenly scent. His hand moved of his own volition and he ran his fingers down along the smooth skin of her mound and then lower, to explore her dewy petals.
Penny’s eyes shot open and she gasped as his light caress went from curious to erotic as his long fingers hesitantly explored her folds and unintentionally brushed across the exposed pearl of her clit to send an electric jolt of stimulation arching into her groin and skittering out along her nerves. Sheldon flicked his eyes up back to Penny’s face as she reacted to his touch and she felt her grow wetter and slipper against his frozen fingers. Penny swallowed and it took her a moment to find her voice. “Do that again, Sheldon. It feels good.” She instructed with a soft moan as another puff of his breath heated her skin. He blinked and she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he too swallowed. “Okay.” He acknowledged quietly, returning his gaze to her sex and let his fingers retrace their path. Illustrations and medical texts didn’t quite do the female genitalia justice he decided or maybe it was just Penny’s. That small part of him that still seemed unaffected wondered if he should praise her sex as she had his, but in the end he didn’t. She moaned softly and her hips twitch when he brushed his fingertips across an exposed protuberance at the top of her slit. Ever the scientist, he began to experiments, noting her reactions to how he explored her folds and deeper when he found her entrance, but he always came back to the little nub of flesh that drew the strongest reaction from her.
She was starting to breathe harder and faster as his fingers stimulated her. He couldn’t know what exactly he was doing, but he was doing all the right things to build the roiling energy and tension of her climax. Her knees started to buckle as he frigged her clit and she sat down a little harder on the edge of the bed than she intended with a soft whine as he lost contact with her. She watched him as he inspected his glistening digits. “Taste it, taste me.” She half-instructed and half-dared him in seductive, husky voice. His eyes flicked from his fingers to his face and then back to his fingers. The scent was not mingled now as he sniffed his fingers, but he still couldn’t find something to compare it to, yet it did things to him; it made his balls tighten and his breathing accelerate while saliva filled his mouth. He extended his tongue and gingerly sampled the slippery cream on his fingers.
Penny watched him analyze her taste and then he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean with glee and relish. Her flavor was like everything he loved, but at the same time like nothing he had ever tasted before. He cleaned his fingers until he couldn’t find another trace and then looked up the length of her body to find her face. She could see wonder on his face as his tongue made a slow circuit of his lips and she wondered if she would have to give him further instruction to get him to take the next step. But, the words stalled on her lips and were turned into a mewling moan as he leaned forward and lowered his head to lap at her without her urging and she dropped back onto her bed.
He eagerly chased her taste, letting his tongue slither in amongst her folds in search of the source. Her scent intoxicated him as it surrounded and enveloped him. She shuddered against his lips and he was swallowing her delicious nectar as it flooded out of her. The sounds she made as he let his tongue travel where his fingers had gone were muffled rather suddenly when her thighs closed around his ears. He was enveloped by her, every sensed bathed in her and instead of feeling claustrophobic and trapped, he felt elated as he drank her down. Penny barely bit back a cry and was only partially successful as his tongue lashing sent bursts of pleasure sizzling into her already sensitized flesh and out along nerves that were already starting to frazzle. This was an aptitude she never would have guessed Sheldon to have. She would never have thought him to be able to do anything good with his mouth. She knew he had no experience, but he seemed to know just what to do with his mouth as she clutched at the covers while her back arched and she shuddered under another wave of stimulation.
He was performing cunniligus on Penny and quite well too, judging by her reactions, that part of his brain that remained ever the scientist supplied while his animal brain just reveled in the taste, smell and sound of her. The books he’d read on the subject had it all wrong and he intended to send the publishers a very stern email. They made it sound very one sided, unsavory, even unsanitary, but he was getting quite a bit of pleasure from it. His dick throbbed and slapped against his belly as if to remind him that there was yet more to be done, more to explore, but he was completely entranced and intoxicated with is face buried in her feminine mystery and was in no hurry to move on.
Penny worked hard to catch her breath and to relax her thighs, afraid she might accidentally crush his head as his marvelous tongue continued to lash her with electric waves of delight. It was a double edged sword, relaxing her thighs spread her legs and opened her up to him which seemed to draw his attention which in turn intensified his stimulation of her which would then make her tense up again. She was a little shocked at the fact that she was on the verge of orgasm from Sheldon’s fingers and tongue, and then there was that long, thick cock of his yet to come. She would have thought him more reserved and in need of guidance, but he was a natural. She had to fight in order to make her hands release the handfuls of covers she clutch with nearly a death grip as her body trembled and shuddered as it tried to process the continuous flood of stimulation. The haze of alcohol seemed to have been burned away by the intense stimulation, but her head didn’t really clear as lust replaced it. What he was doing felt so good and a part of her wanted him to keep on going until he pushed her over the edge, but another part desperately wanted to know what it would be like to go all the way with him, to feel him inside her, all the way inside her.
It took a colossal effort to lever herself up onto her elbow to look down on his dark, shifting head as he feasted on her. “Sheldon?” she whined his name. “Sheldon… Sweetie… I need you to… stop… Please?” she almost begged him in a voice that belonged to another woman, but spilled from her lips interspersed by little gasps and moans as he chose that particular moment to concentrate on her clit. He raised his head slowly, reluctantly, his lips, chin and cheeks covered with her cream. His eyes looked just a little wild and he looked as if he was responding to her tone more than her actual words. Her sex twitched and twisted against itself and she couldn’t stop herself from squirming at the loss of his talented tongue. He started to lower his head again as if her request had been nothing more than a distraction and she reached forward to capture his chin and hold his head up to keep facing her.
Sheldon was confused again. Her piteous plea had got his attention and he’d dragged himself away from the delight of her intimate flesh and nectar. But, her words begged him to stop, but every other part of her told him to continue. She was obviously enjoying what he was doing, yet she was telling him to stop. “Was it, perhaps some strange coital ritual where she told him to stop and he had to express his desire by saying he could not?” He wondered with a frown, licking his lips to keep the taste of her fresh in his mouth. He could feel the warm dampness of her on his chin and cheeks and he wondered if his tongue could reach once the supply on his lips was depleted. He couldn’t care less about convention at that moment and the intent would be equally illustrated if he simply went straight back to what he had been doing and he made to dive back into the delicious miasma between her legs when she caught his chin. He instinctively tried to pull free, but she was stronger than she looked.
Penny closed her eyes for the briefest of moments. When she opened them she could see him about to complain, but she quickly relaxed her grip and collected some of her juices from his cheek and chin and pressed her coated thumb into his mouth like a pacifier. He sucked on her thumb without comment. “Sheldon, Sweetie, I need you to get up and join me on the bed.” She instructed in as firm and commanding a voice as she could muster while she slid back onto the bed proper. He followed, but whether he was following her command or just the taste of her she couldn’t tell, and didn’t care. He clambered up onto the bed with her as she reoriented herself and him along with her so that they were lying along the length of the bed and not across it. She reached out and blindly managed to find the handle of the draw of her bedside table. She opened it and scrabbled around until she located the flat, square object she was searching for.
She held up the foil-wrapped condom between them even as she spread her legs and he settled between them. She considered handing him the prophylactic, but then ripped it open with her teeth instead. His eyes looked a little glazed and there would be more important instructions that she would need him to comprehend. She had to wriggle her finger aggressively to regain ownership of him and it made his forehead furrow. His hips jerked and he made a little sound deep in his throat when she wrapped her fingers around his base while she rolled the slippery, lubricated latex down his length. She had to still the trembling in them before she could do either. Shelton frowned as she took away her sweet tasting thumb from his mouth and then he was pressing his chin into the top of his chest as he followed her hands to his crotch.
Sheldon’s hips jerked as if animated by the warmth and gentle pressure of her fingers as she wrapped them around his base. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing and then he sucked in a sharp, hissed breath and let it out in jerky little puffs as she unrolled the condom onto him. The feel of the latex and her warm hand smoothing it onto him sent waves of sensation into his belly that made his muscles tense. His eyes slid up her body, following her feminine curves, noting the play of shadow and light on her tanned smoothness of her skin, the firm perkiness of her full breasts that barely lost their shape despite gravity’s irresistible pull, the dusky pink, puffy mushroom caps of her areola and the even darker gumdrop peaks of her taut straining nipples, the shadowed valley of her cleavage that flowed into the creamy expanse of her chest, the hollow at the base of her throat, the curve of her chin, her full lips and finally he was looking into her large, expressive green eyes in a face surround by wild cascade of silky blonde hair. It hit him like a series of physical blows. Penny was magnificent, beautiful, and they were naked on her bed and she had just put a condom on him. It was all real and they were going to have coitus… He was going to have sexual intercourse with Penny. Panic started to bubble up in him and it was most likely the only thing that stopped him from ejaculating right then and there as Penny’s hand continued to squeeze and caress his manhood.
She saw his eyes clear as they stared into hers and then she could see the sudden panic in them. “It’s okay, Sheldon.” She soothed as she let go of his dick and gently cupped his cheek. She lifted her head and pulled his face down at the same time to press their lips together. His eyes widened for a moment and he tensed, almost pulling away from her, but then his lips opened under the gentle insistence of her tongue and he allowed her to tilt his head and cement their kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft as she kissed him and slowly explored his mouth with her tongue, tasting faint traces of herself. At first, he remained impassive, blinking rapidly and then one of his hand were burrowing into her hair to cup her head and his tongue started to fence with hers as he returned the warm, wet pressure of her kiss.
His hips started to move and she spread her legs further apart, opening herself to him while guiding him to her entrance. They groaned into each other’s mouths as his dickhead slid through her folds. His first true thrust was a little premature and missed the mark, causing him to slide up along the length of her slit and make her bite back a squeak as he brushed across her clit. She nipped slightly at his lower lip and he took it as an invitation to do the same to hers. He was a quick study and not a bad kisser at all. She put a hand on his hip and guided him again until she had him seated at her entrance and then slowly slid her hand around to cup his surprisingly firm buttock.
It was as if someone else had entered his head through her lips. The one moment he was starting to panic, about to hyperventilate and then he was kissing her back, exploring her mouth as eager as she explored his. His body started to move without any urging from her, but he was grateful for her guidance as he couldn’t keep his eyes off the beauty that he now understood Penny embodied. She made little sounds as they kissed that pulled at things deep inside him and made him throb harder against her guiding grip. Steamy heat radiated off her and around him as she guided him through her folds and his hips thrust out of instinct. They both groaned at the friction as he slid up the length of her femininity. He felt the need to apologize, but it was washed away in a rush as he found himself gently wedged into her entrance, and held there by her hand on his ass as she released his dick.
Her hand found his other ass cheek and they were poised at the point of no return. Her eyes had fluttered to slits as she luxuriated in his kiss and she blinked them open to look up into his as her head sank back to the pillow and their lips separated to hover less than an inch apart. She felt like she should say something, but couldn’t find the words. Her teeth pressed into her lower lips for a moment and then she nodded ever so slightly instead and let her fingers flex on his ass. His hips drove forward. Her head pressed back into the pillow and her breath caught in her throat as her back arched with the sudden burst of sensation as he drew a steady, fiery line of friction toward her core as he stretched and filled her. “Oh my!” she vaguely heard him groan and she agreed with him wholeheartedly as her flesh resisted him and flexed around him, but still he continued forward. She flooded again, a sharp contraction at her center sending a hot torrent of slippery cream forth to aid him.
Penny curled a leg around his and pulled him even tighter against her as they were one. She ground up against him, her hips circling to stir her roiling, molten core with the steel lance of his shaft and he responded by doing the same. His breath was a series of rapid, hot puffs against the juncture of her neck and shoulder where he had buried his face, making almost pained little sounds as they writhed together. His fingers in her hair clutched at it as if it were a lifeline while he managed to shakily support some of his weight on his other forearm. Electric sparks seemed to jump between their skin as the simple act of breathing rubbed them together and she was sure he’d have offered up some scientific explanation if his brain wasn’t just a little overwhelmed trying to process the fact that he was inside a woman for the first time. She was having a little trouble with it herself as wild blossoms of pleasure skittered and danced out from their connection to electrify her nerves.
Sheldon was lost in both shock and awe. No amount of reading, masturbation or internet research could prepare him for the sensation of entering and being engulfed by Penny’s intimate flesh. The thin latex sheath that separated them was as nothing as her greased, velvety yet resistant flesh parted before him and then caressed and massaged his invading manhood with heat and pressure. The intense surge of pleasure seemed to sap his strength even as it energized him and he dropped his head to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, breathing fast and hard. Her hair smelled of almonds and honey as his body locked with hers and his fingers tangled into her golden locks as she circled her hips beneath him.
He heard himself whimper as the new sensation made his balls tighten even further and the urge to simple let go and let its body have its way became damn near overwhelming. But, he knew there was more to be experienced even as his body betrayed him and started to move in sync with hers to intensify the stimulation. Some vain, prideful part of him informed him that he was a better man than that while another part, a strange new part, newly awoken by Penny also said he could not let her down by such a poor performance. He had heard it said that thinking of sporting statistics or times tables were known to give back control in such matters, but neither seemed enough of a challenge to distract him, so he chose to order all the batman incarnations including authors and artists, as well as graphic novels in reverse order. He almost sighed as the intense need for release slackened enough for him to both breath and control it.
He filled her completely, his length and girth a perfect fit, but it still took a little while for her body to acclimatize to his wonderful invasion. She opened her eyes as he raised his head and found him with a goofy smile on his face and she smiled back. “You okay, Sweetie?” she asked him and his smiled broadened as he nodded vigorously. She worried at her lower lip for a moment as she undulated slowly beneath him. “Do you know what to do next?” she asked in a low, shaky voice and he nodded again. She squeezed his ass before letting her hands slip onto his hips. She pushed to get him started and he resisted for just a moment before he took more weight on both his forearms and started to withdraw.
His retreat was no less spectacular than his advance, but now at least he had a frame of reference and it was more manageable. He started to rock his hips experimentally and then, slowly, theory and practice started to meld together. He slowly increased his range of motion, taking longer strokes, taking his cues from her as her leg tightened over his and her hands clutched at him to set the pace. The little sounds she’d made as they kissed became amplified and made his hips move faster. Penny was caught a little by surprise as a man who couldn’t dance to save his life suddenly found the rhythm to rock her world. Words of praise and encouragement dripped from her lips in phrases and half-finished sentences. She half expected him to stop and correct her grammar, but he just kept going and God help her, he was getting better at it.
She was even further surprised as he took the initiative to capture her lips for a deep, hungry kiss while she worked to match his driving hips and ride his delicious length and girth. Penny could feel the sweet tension and swirling energy of her climax building rapidly at her core as his pelvis met hers and he delved into her depths again and again and again. Their skin tingled and slid together in a shifting caress lubricated by the sweat of their exertion. She didn’t even think Sheldon was capable of sweating, but she was learning all kinds of things she never would have dreamed about Sheldon Cooper.
She was breathing hard as his lips worked their way down her throat, nipping, licking and sucking along her skin. That analytical part of him had let him know that Penny was a virtual cornucopia of tastes and textures and that there was more to be had. Her skin was salty with sweat. A small part of him screamed at the idea sharing so many bodily fluids with her, but it was drowned out by the scream of his taste buds as he enjoyed it. Her fingers drew skittering patterns across the shifting muscles of her back and shoulders as he hunched to allow his lips to move lowers. He found the slope of her breasts and then one of her nipples. He felt the texture change as his tongue swiped onto her areola and then again when he latched onto the stiff nub of the nipple itself. He suckled at it and she rolled her shoulder to press the warm flesh into his mouth as her fingers burrowed into his hair to pull him tighter to her firm globe.
Penny gasped and he grunted as his new position changed the angle of his penetration as well as giving his feet more traction so that he thrust harder, and deeper while hitting that special spot inside her. The shockwaves of their bodies colliding seemed to expel breathy little cries of delight from her to mix with his grunts that vibrated his lips around which ever nipple he was nursing at and joined the rhythmic creak of her bed as it shifted with them. Pleasure turned from an ebb and flow to a continuous pulsating surge. He lifted his head and his grunts took on a whining, desperate note. She could see the strain on his face.
Sheldon was in a place he had no understanding of. His body and senses were screaming a million things at him, but he couldn’t make sense of them and yet at the same time they made perfect sense. It was a delectable paradox that kept him from losing himself entirely to the animal lust that had suddenly sprung up in him thanks to Penny’s seduction. Pleasure like nothing else he had ever felt was saturating every fiber of his being and he just wanted to keep doing what he was doing. Her body, her reactions, they were addictive. But, the harder he strove, the more urgent his need for release became, yet he could not make himself slow down. The tension in his balls was near painful with its intensity as he fought to keep the inevitable at bay. He had to fight her hand to raise his head to drag in air to fuel his pounding heart and hips.
“It’s… It’s okay, Sheldon. Just… Just let it happen.” She urged him after a few false starts as she began to quiver under the wonderful assault of his thrusting manhood even though his rhythm had begun to falter. He thrust hard and cried out her name and then again, louder, and then a third time. The third time was almost a feral scream that elongated into a wail as he shudder and bucked, banging and grinding against her as his dick expanded and contracted as he climax in heavy spurts. Pleasure seemed to multiply exponentially, rampaging through his body as wild and ungovernable energy that made his muscles misfire to tense and relax in random, rapid succession. His heart threatened to burst through his ribs and he felt light headed as he was unable to catch his breath. He was hardly aware of the woman who had made this possible until he heard her cry out, sharp and strident and her nails raked across his back as her sex locked around him a squeezing twisting vice.
The extra stimulation was painful as it jarred already overloaded nerves, but then she flooded again, a burst of liquid heat that lubricated the rippling of her contracted sex around him as she shuddered underneath him. Sheldon made a strangled sound in his throat as his spine bowed again as, impossibly, the pleasure returned again in full force. Penny was stunned as she heard and felt him climax, his name exploding from his mouth as he exploded inside her. The wild sight and the erotic tone of her name on his lips were enough to drive her over the edge. There was a moment of calm where she drank it all in and then the whirlwind storm of her climax hit. She cried out with savage exultation as her body tensed, her fingers flexing into talons that raked across his arched back while her sex made a concerted effort to crush its conquering invader. But, his unyielding, adamantine length only gave her contracting channel the pulsing resistance it needed to cast the delightful tension of her climax outward in supernova bursts that sent quakes ripping through her body. Fire licked at her inside and out as nerves screamed with joy and tried to channel the wildfire energy of climactic bliss. She desperately sucked in air as her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it while thrashing from side to side and her world became a blurry swirl of colors. She closed her eyes but instead of the reprieve of darkness she found dancing lights as her body shook and twitched and the onslaught of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her orgasm rampaged across her a wild, unstoppable force of nature and then by degrees gentled until it was a full-body caress that left her limp, spent and satiated.
She floated like that, body and mind lost and vague except for the humming pulses of delight that randomly made her twitch and whimper as her overstimulated system tried to absorb and process the intense climax Sheldon had just given her. The world returned with hot blasts of air on her face and she opened her eyes to slits, to find his face close, his chest heaving with the effort of finding enough air. Sheldon ached as overused and unused muscles complained. One moment he felt like the epitome of manhood, strong, virile powerful, things he had never felt before, like so many other that night. His hips pumped as he emptied himself into the thin, latex sheath that was the only thing that separated him from Penny, each spurt another wonderful jolt of delight. The waves of bliss, like the event that had spawned them, was unlike anything he had experienced and naively he thought they would last forever, especially when her near violent reaction reignited their intensity.
But, as powerful and energizing as the surge of climactic energy was, the drain was as severe as there was an equal and opposite reaction. It was suddenly not just hard to breathe, but impossible and his blood pounded in his ears as all co-ordination left him and he all but collapsed. He barely managed to catch himself and stop himself from crashing into the amazing woman beneath him. And, as it was, his face ended up an inch her face. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile curved her full lips while her skin glistened with sweat and she almost seemed to glow. His arms shook with the effort of supporting his weight and it took him several panicky moments to find air to cool the burning in his lungs. He had heard it said that orgasm was known as the little death and now he could believe it, but at the same time there was nothing in his vast experience of the universe that even came close. He saw her eyes flutter and then slowly open to slits and her lazy smile got bigger and his lips drew into an answering curve of happiness.
“Are you okay?” she asked him softly and he nodded. “Is… it always like that?” he asked in a hushed, awed voice. Penny wanted to be honest, but she also didn’t know if she could admit the affect he he’d had on her. It had taken her and Leonard quite a couple of tries to reach climax together and even then it didn’t quite stack up to what she had just experienced with Sheldon. She felt a little disgusted at comparing the two friends, but not about what she had encouraged to happen. She was completely sober now and should be feeling some kind of remorse, some guilt and shame at what she had orchestrated, but all she could do was remember the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just been given by Sheldon Cooper… Sheldon Cooper for God’s sake. She could still feel him, hard and pulsing, but starting to soften inside her. “You need to pull out of me now so that I can deal with the condom.” She instructed, using the practical necessity to stall giving him an answer.
They both groaned as the friction of his withdrawal sent echoes of blissful sensation skipping across nerves that were already overstimulated. He rolled off her and onto his back. His dick twitched in her hand as she held it and removed the latex sheath that was slippery and wet with her cream. The condom was full, the contents still warm and she felt like a total slut as she wondered what his spunk might taste like and even considered finding out before she resolutely knotted its end. She rolling to the edge of the bed and peered over it to locate the wastebasket and dropped it in for later disposal. She rolled back and found him lying on his side and looking at her. “So, is it? Is it always like that?” he repeated his question, but with more excitement, his face filled with childlike wonder and as one track minded as ever. “Oh Lord, what have I done.” She freaked out slightly, but smiled at him.
“It could be, for you.” She finally answered as honestly as she could without leaving herself any more vulnerable than she already was lying naked with him, the sweat of sexual exertion drying on her skin while she could still feel the echo of him inside her. “And, for you? Was I not good?” he continued his enquiry with a slight frown and a dulling of his enthusiasm, yet with trademark Sheldon directness. She sighed and she could see him take her reaction the wrong way and she felt bad, it was like kicking a puppy. You should just never do it. “No. No, Sheldon. You… You were wonderful, amazing… Kinda too good actually.” She rushed to allay his fears only to make his frown deepen. Penny took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I… Okay when a man and a woman… Do it. Men pretty much always, you know… But, women don’t always… have… as good a time as it were during the act. The way we… And, you, surprisingly, seem to have a natural talent for… And, like I said you have a very nice dick and… And… and can we stop talking about this?” she tried to explain and then pleaded as she found herself starting to ramble and for the first time since she’d instigated the events that led to their present situation she started to become flustered and embarrassed.
“So, just to summarize: I was good. It was good. You’re good. We’re good, so everything’s good?” he summed up in short, brisk, succinct sentences. “Are we good, Sheldon?” she countered with a simple question of her own. She watched as he actually considered her question. “Yes, Penny. I believe we are.” He stated emphatically with a nod and a satisfied smile which made her smile back. “I’m assuming I should leave now or should we cuddle? Only I didn’t lock the door when I left to escort you home.” he wondered a little awkwardly. “It’s okay, Sweetie. I think it would be okay if you left, unless you feel the need to cuddle.” She found herself replying and then back tracking a little as she felt it might be a touch harsh just to kick him out. “No… No need for cuddling.” He decided and then he was up and gathering his clothes. She watched him dress with quick efficiency and once he had his underwear and pants on she suddenly became aware of her nudity and pulled the covers up around herself. He sat on the foot of the bed to put on his shoes and she sat up and hugged her knees while worrying at her lower lips.
“Sheldon?” she called his name to get his attention and he twisted to look at her. “It goes without saying that you can’t tell anyone about this, ever, right?” told him, the realization having set in that no one besides them would likely understand what had happened. She wasn’t even sure if they knew what happened. “So, why would you say it, if it goes without saying? Really.” He responded with exasperation and at least she was satisfied that she hadn’t done him any permanent damage as he was going right back to being his old annoying self. “Promise me.” She insisted and reached out to touch his arm to reinforce the need for secrecy and his agreement. He patted her hand. “A gentleman never kisses and tells, Penny. No one will here of this from me. I swear.” He actually swore with his hand over his heart. “Besides who would believe me.” He continued and ruined the rather sweet gesture which strangely made her smile and relax. He finished tying his shoes and got up. He took a step to the door and then turned back to her. He seemed to be trying to work something out and then he walked over to her.
Penny looked up at him as he loomed over her and then he reached out and used two of his fingers under her chin to tilt and angle her face so that when he leaned down he could press his lips softly to hers. His hand fell away and he straightened up. “Good night, Penny. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” He told her formally and then he left. Her lips still tingled from the soft touch of his and she could feel her eyes were a little wide as that simple touch had also caused intimate parts of her to tighten again. “Good night, Sheldon. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” She whispered into the empty room before settling down to sleep. “What a strange, but wonderful evening. If nothing else, at least I now know what Sheldon’s deal is.” She thought lazily as the exertion and total sexual satiation combined to gently drag her down into slumber with a smile on her lips.
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