The Digital Dating Experimentation Chapters 9-10 Complete
A mothermedusa20 , tempestjo and trippy41 collaboration
Authors: mothermedusa20 , tempestjo and trippy41
Title: The Digital Dating Experimentation
Word Count: 3, 015
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Penny and Sheldon have a first date. Skype, texts and e-mail follow.
Disclaimer: We do not own.
Chapter Nine
Sheldon was sitting in his spot, reading one of his newest comic store purchases. Leonard was on the other end of the couch doing the same when his text alert sounded.
Penny: Did you like what you saw the other night?
Sheldon: Yes
Penny: Wanna try it on the phone? Then you can join me?
Sheldon turned in his spot slightly - the phone facing away from Leonard.
Sheldon: Are you suggesting I partake in telephone coitus?
Penny: uh, yeah. is that a no?
Phone sex. Penny wanted to have phone sex. For the past week, since she sent that request to him, Sheldon had been fretting and fussing, issuing strikes left and right. How on earth could he ever manage phone sex? They hadn’t even attempted real sex! Sheldon drew his hand down his face. A thought occurred to him- perhaps during phone sex, he would learn what she liked, therefore making real sex less intimidating. The image of her in the corset kept flitting through his mind
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He took out his phone.
Sheldon: Penny?
Penny: Hi Sheldon only got a minute
Sheldon: It is not a no
Penny: What honey?
Sheldon sighed.
Sheldon: Phone sex. Ok.
Penny: I’ll call you tonight
XXXX
Sheldon lay down in his bed. The shades were drawn. The door locked. Hand towel nearby. He got under the covers and instantly had to get up to pee. He was worse than Raj! He returned to his room, settled back into bed and waited for Penny’s call. He answered on the first ring.
“Hello Penny.”
“Hi Sheldon.” Penny was in her hotel room, lights low and a pair of red patent leather heels on her feet. “Wanna know what I’m wearing?”
“Not just yet.” He said quickly. “Penny, I think we should reconsider. Perhaps this is too soon?”
She pursed her lips. Okay, he was nervous. Understandable. She’d just have to talk him down.
‘Sheldon, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s just… I miss you and I won’t be home for another ten days and I thought, after that night with the corset, we could share a little more.”
Sheldon closed his eyes. Never in his life… This woman made him feel and do things he never expected and never wanted to end.
”I’d like that.” He finally said. Penny got under her covers. Slipped off her panties.
“We’ll take it slow.” She assured him. “Why don’t you tell me what you would do if I were lying next to you right now?”
“You’d be here? I’m in my bedroom. People can’t be in my bedroom.”
“Sheldon, you’ve got to work with me here. Let me tell you this. At this moment, lying next to you, I am in a white t-shirt, leopard print panties and red patent leather heels with a 3 inch heel.”
Sheldon held back a groan as the mental picture formed like a crystal in his mind; Penny heard it anyway.
“I’m dragging my right foot up your left leg…” Penny murmured.
“Stop! Stop! No good!” Sheldon cried.
“What? Why?” Penny wailed.
“Take them off.” His voice was urgent. His breathing raspy.
“The shoes?” Penny was confused. “I thought you liked shoes.”
Sheldon cleared his throat, “There is a time and a place for everything, Penny. Take. Off. The. Shoes.”
She could just imagine the icy glare of his eyes as he said those words. She could see him, standing at the foot of her bed, pointing that luscious index finger at her fuck-me pumps. She kicked them to the floor. Sheldon heard the two thuds; a smirk decorated his face.
“Much better.” He sighed. Penny could feel her pulse thrumming but she waited patiently for the physicist “I’m sliding my index finger up your thigh.”
She thought she heard her brain fizz. "That’s the one next to your thumb right? Where's your thumb?”
"Sliding under the edge of your panties, are they soft?’
“Not as soft as my skin. I took them off already.”
Sheldon’s breath hitched, "Why did you do that?"
"So that I could touch myself, listening to you talk." She admitted. "What are you doing right now, Sheldon?"
He looked up at the ceiling, seeing only the image of her, in her bed, mostly naked, thinking of him, his fingers, when her own fingers were...
"What do you think I'm doing?" he rasped, still unable to say it, out loud.
I’m not a genius,” Penny teased. “I need you to tell me.”
“Penn-neee.” He moaned
He could hear her breathing through the phone, and he could picture the flush in her cheeks, like he'd seen before.
"My hand is moving." He whispered. "You know where.”
“You’re not going to let me help?” She pouted. How did she end up being the one in control here? He wondered silently.
"Tell me what you're thinking of." She whispered into the phone, with a tiny moan. Oh Lord, he had himself in his hand, and the thought of those fingers wrapped around…
"I'm thinking of what I'm going to do to you when you get home. I'm going to start undressing you on the stairs." He warned. His breathing was growing more rapid, and she moved her own hand faster in response, gasping into the phone. She was whispering his name, with little whimpers, and then all of a sudden she was quiet.
“Wow" she finally whispered. Sheldon wasn't quite done.
"Penny.” He moaned.
“What do you need, Sweetie?"
“You.” It was no more than a breath. His hand worked. So close. Soo close. Soclose. "Talk to me, call me doctor.”
"Doctor Sheldon Lee Cooper, Phd, Msc..." She whispered in her sexiest voice. Sheldon’s response was guttural and raw.
She licked her lips, so that he could hear it, and whispered it again. "I want to taste you Doctor Cooper."
"Mmm...yeah, that's good." Sheldon managed, reaching for the towel.
"I'll put my red shoes back on."
As his body shook, Penny heard him laugh. Not a wheeze. Not a snort. A genuine, throaty rumble of pleasure.
“You okay, Honey?”
Sheldon was still panting. It was several moment before he answered her.
“Never better.”
“See,” Penny scolded gently. “Wasn’t that worth it?”
Sheldon was quiet once again. When he finally resumed speaking, it was in a voice she’d never heard before. The tone was deep, his words hesitant.
“Penny, I want you to know that I…”
“You, too, Sheldon. You, too.”
Chapter 10
Sheldon was up and down out of his spot in a vicious cycle of waiting. Penny should be landing soon. He just sat down when his phone beeped. Sheldon fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket.
Penny: Landed. Warm air!
Sheldon: Did you get your luggage ok? When will you be here?
Penny: Yes have luggage. I’ll text u when Im almost there
Penny: home alone?
Sheldon: Yes. I was difficult to be around while waiting for you.
Penny: LOL soon now
He put his phone on the coffee table. And fretted. Sheldon knew he wanted her physically - that night not two weeks ago had proven that beyond a shadow of doubt. He was marginally certain that he loved her - though without any way to test that hypothesis he couldn’t be sure.
But to have her with him again - when he had never really touched her with a romantic or sexual purpose - was beginning to make his
hands shake with the anxiety. What if lacking the experience would hinder him in her eyes?
Sheldon got up out of his spot and paced a bit again. His phone beeped again, and he knocked over two magazines on the coffee table in his haste to get her message.
Penny: be in the apt lobby in 15 mins
Sheldon: will you be home then?
Penny: yes so meet me there
Sheldon: Yes
He went downstairs and sat on the last step after ten minutes. Sheldon just couldn’t wait longer. After what was only minutes but seemed like an hour, he saw her open the front door.
His breath left him. He stood and stared.
Her eyes were as wide as his. “Sheldon!”
“P-Penny?”
She was wearing shoes and a full skirt similar to that which she wore when he had spilled his tea. “It would seem that making friends with the costume designer had a few perks.” She smiled.
Sheldon forgot everything - anxiety and fear - and in two long strides, he had his hands on her waist and his lips were on hers. Her waist was tight - held in by the stays. He moaned into her mouth. Penny smiled under his lips and Sheldon’s tongue traced the tip of hers.
She put her hand up to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss - his skin was warm. She’d never noticed before how warm his skin was.
“I believe you told me that you would start to undress me on the stairs.” She murmured her challenge in his ear.
"One should not be held to statements made in the heat of passion." Sheldon smirked. Penny's face fell. Was he retreating already? Sheldon picked up her suitcase and then headed for the stairs.
"The costume designer - her son is a major studio head in LA. She gave me his direct line to call on Monday." Penny chatted excitedly.
"That's excellent, Penny." He shifted the suitcase to his other hand. "What on Earth is in here?" Penny smiled; she wouldn't tell him. Not yet.
XXXX
He cornered her on the third floor stairwell. Her suitcase landed at their feet with a thud and Sheldon pressed her into the corner.
"Penny." His voice was raw with emotion and desire. He covered her mouth with his. Penny threw herself into the kiss wondering how Sheldon-cold, robotic Sheldon- could set her blood on fire just by the way he said her name. Her mouth opened and Sheldon pushed his tongue inside. He grabbed her leg to hook on his hip and she let out a small whimper.
He gathered up the material of her skirt and his hips bucked into her. Penny took his bottom lip between her teeth. Sheldon broke away from her to examine her exposed leg. His eyes widened at the white garter holding up the sheer white thigh high stockings. He slipped his index finger under the strap. Penny was instantly ready for him.
"Nice touch." He commented before capturing her lips once again.
Penny slipped her hands under his double shirts and drew her nails across his back. Sheldon froze, then he was kissing and nipping his way down her neck. His left hand rose up to slip the round buttons of her blouse through their holes.
"Sheldon." Penny panted. "Upstairs. Now." It occurred to her that she should be concerned about being in the hallway like this. Should be.
His fingers dug into her thigh. "Not yet." he murmured from the depths of her blouse. His tongue swiped the tops of her breasts that had been pushed up by the corset. Penny was gasping; between Sheldon and the constriction around her ribs, she was feeling faint.
Sheldon ran his hand down her leg until he came to the top of her shoe. Sheldon lifted his head to take in the shin-high caramel coloured boot. The toe was pointed, - a kitten heel and lacings right to the top. It was authentic and beautiful. He stroked the buttery leather. Penny watched him, felt his arousal increase with each touch of the boot. His middle finger brushed the lacings. She groaned, imagining that finger tracing between her legs in the same way.
He knelt before her, his long fingers quick and sure as they tugged at the lacings with surprising speed. He loosed the leather from her calf, then her ankle. Slowly, he eased the boot off her foot, watching hungrily as each inch of skin appeared. Sheldon’s hands slid up her leg. He stood until his lips were once again even with hers while his hands buried themselves under her skirt.
Penny felt his finger slip under the garter once more. She fully expected him to unhook her stocking. She ground into him thinking about his hands rolling the silk past her knees. Instead, he stretched it out and released it. It hit the skin of her thigh with a vicious snap. Penny shrieked into his mouth. He answered with a throaty laugh. And did it again.
She pushed him away. Breathing rapidly, Sheldon ran his tongue over his teeth and flexed his dextrous hands.
"I would advise you to run." He smiled but his eyes held a wicked gleam. Penny grinned, hiked up her skirts and flew up the stairs.
XXXX
When Leonard came home, he encountered several things on the last flights of stairs. First, Penny's suitcase, abandoned. Leonard sighed and began lugging it up. Next, he encountered an old-fashioned boot, completely unlaced on the third floor stairs. On his landing, between their apartment and Penny's, was a white lace corset that looked as if it had been ripped off the body it encased. Finally, the mate to the boot tucked under his arm, was dangling from the door knob of 4B.
The End
Authors: mothermedusa20 , tempestjo and trippy41
Title: The Digital Dating Experimentation
Word Count: 3, 015
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Penny and Sheldon have a first date. Skype, texts and e-mail follow.
Disclaimer: We do not own.
Chapter Nine
Sheldon was sitting in his spot, reading one of his newest comic store purchases. Leonard was on the other end of the couch doing the same when his text alert sounded.
Penny: Did you like what you saw the other night?
Sheldon: Yes
Penny: Wanna try it on the phone? Then you can join me?
Sheldon turned in his spot slightly - the phone facing away from Leonard.
Sheldon: Are you suggesting I partake in telephone coitus?
Penny: uh, yeah. is that a no?
Phone sex. Penny wanted to have phone sex. For the past week, since she sent that request to him, Sheldon had been fretting and fussing, issuing strikes left and right. How on earth could he ever manage phone sex? They hadn’t even attempted real sex! Sheldon drew his hand down his face. A thought occurred to him- perhaps during phone sex, he would learn what she liked, therefore making real sex less intimidating. The image of her in the corset kept flitting through his mind
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He took out his phone.
Sheldon: Penny?
Penny: Hi Sheldon only got a minute
Sheldon: It is not a no
Penny: What honey?
Sheldon sighed.
Sheldon: Phone sex. Ok.
Penny: I’ll call you tonight
XXXX
Sheldon lay down in his bed. The shades were drawn. The door locked. Hand towel nearby. He got under the covers and instantly had to get up to pee. He was worse than Raj! He returned to his room, settled back into bed and waited for Penny’s call. He answered on the first ring.
“Hello Penny.”
“Hi Sheldon.” Penny was in her hotel room, lights low and a pair of red patent leather heels on her feet. “Wanna know what I’m wearing?”
“Not just yet.” He said quickly. “Penny, I think we should reconsider. Perhaps this is too soon?”
She pursed her lips. Okay, he was nervous. Understandable. She’d just have to talk him down.
‘Sheldon, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s just… I miss you and I won’t be home for another ten days and I thought, after that night with the corset, we could share a little more.”
Sheldon closed his eyes. Never in his life… This woman made him feel and do things he never expected and never wanted to end.
”I’d like that.” He finally said. Penny got under her covers. Slipped off her panties.
“We’ll take it slow.” She assured him. “Why don’t you tell me what you would do if I were lying next to you right now?”
“You’d be here? I’m in my bedroom. People can’t be in my bedroom.”
“Sheldon, you’ve got to work with me here. Let me tell you this. At this moment, lying next to you, I am in a white t-shirt, leopard print panties and red patent leather heels with a 3 inch heel.”
Sheldon held back a groan as the mental picture formed like a crystal in his mind; Penny heard it anyway.
“I’m dragging my right foot up your left leg…” Penny murmured.
“Stop! Stop! No good!” Sheldon cried.
“What? Why?” Penny wailed.
“Take them off.” His voice was urgent. His breathing raspy.
“The shoes?” Penny was confused. “I thought you liked shoes.”
Sheldon cleared his throat, “There is a time and a place for everything, Penny. Take. Off. The. Shoes.”
She could just imagine the icy glare of his eyes as he said those words. She could see him, standing at the foot of her bed, pointing that luscious index finger at her fuck-me pumps. She kicked them to the floor. Sheldon heard the two thuds; a smirk decorated his face.
“Much better.” He sighed. Penny could feel her pulse thrumming but she waited patiently for the physicist “I’m sliding my index finger up your thigh.”
She thought she heard her brain fizz. "That’s the one next to your thumb right? Where's your thumb?”
"Sliding under the edge of your panties, are they soft?’
“Not as soft as my skin. I took them off already.”
Sheldon’s breath hitched, "Why did you do that?"
"So that I could touch myself, listening to you talk." She admitted. "What are you doing right now, Sheldon?"
He looked up at the ceiling, seeing only the image of her, in her bed, mostly naked, thinking of him, his fingers, when her own fingers were...
"What do you think I'm doing?" he rasped, still unable to say it, out loud.
I’m not a genius,” Penny teased. “I need you to tell me.”
“Penn-neee.” He moaned
He could hear her breathing through the phone, and he could picture the flush in her cheeks, like he'd seen before.
"My hand is moving." He whispered. "You know where.”
“You’re not going to let me help?” She pouted. How did she end up being the one in control here? He wondered silently.
"Tell me what you're thinking of." She whispered into the phone, with a tiny moan. Oh Lord, he had himself in his hand, and the thought of those fingers wrapped around…
"I'm thinking of what I'm going to do to you when you get home. I'm going to start undressing you on the stairs." He warned. His breathing was growing more rapid, and she moved her own hand faster in response, gasping into the phone. She was whispering his name, with little whimpers, and then all of a sudden she was quiet.
“Wow" she finally whispered. Sheldon wasn't quite done.
"Penny.” He moaned.
“What do you need, Sweetie?"
“You.” It was no more than a breath. His hand worked. So close. Soo close. Soclose. "Talk to me, call me doctor.”
"Doctor Sheldon Lee Cooper, Phd, Msc..." She whispered in her sexiest voice. Sheldon’s response was guttural and raw.
She licked her lips, so that he could hear it, and whispered it again. "I want to taste you Doctor Cooper."
"Mmm...yeah, that's good." Sheldon managed, reaching for the towel.
"I'll put my red shoes back on."
As his body shook, Penny heard him laugh. Not a wheeze. Not a snort. A genuine, throaty rumble of pleasure.
“You okay, Honey?”
Sheldon was still panting. It was several moment before he answered her.
“Never better.”
“See,” Penny scolded gently. “Wasn’t that worth it?”
Sheldon was quiet once again. When he finally resumed speaking, it was in a voice she’d never heard before. The tone was deep, his words hesitant.
“Penny, I want you to know that I…”
“You, too, Sheldon. You, too.”
Chapter 10
Sheldon was up and down out of his spot in a vicious cycle of waiting. Penny should be landing soon. He just sat down when his phone beeped. Sheldon fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket.
Penny: Landed. Warm air!
Sheldon: Did you get your luggage ok? When will you be here?
Penny: Yes have luggage. I’ll text u when Im almost there
Penny: home alone?
Sheldon: Yes. I was difficult to be around while waiting for you.
Penny: LOL soon now
He put his phone on the coffee table. And fretted. Sheldon knew he wanted her physically - that night not two weeks ago had proven that beyond a shadow of doubt. He was marginally certain that he loved her - though without any way to test that hypothesis he couldn’t be sure.
But to have her with him again - when he had never really touched her with a romantic or sexual purpose - was beginning to make his
hands shake with the anxiety. What if lacking the experience would hinder him in her eyes?
Sheldon got up out of his spot and paced a bit again. His phone beeped again, and he knocked over two magazines on the coffee table in his haste to get her message.
Penny: be in the apt lobby in 15 mins
Sheldon: will you be home then?
Penny: yes so meet me there
Sheldon: Yes
He went downstairs and sat on the last step after ten minutes. Sheldon just couldn’t wait longer. After what was only minutes but seemed like an hour, he saw her open the front door.
His breath left him. He stood and stared.
Her eyes were as wide as his. “Sheldon!”
“P-Penny?”
She was wearing shoes and a full skirt similar to that which she wore when he had spilled his tea. “It would seem that making friends with the costume designer had a few perks.” She smiled.
Sheldon forgot everything - anxiety and fear - and in two long strides, he had his hands on her waist and his lips were on hers. Her waist was tight - held in by the stays. He moaned into her mouth. Penny smiled under his lips and Sheldon’s tongue traced the tip of hers.
She put her hand up to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss - his skin was warm. She’d never noticed before how warm his skin was.
“I believe you told me that you would start to undress me on the stairs.” She murmured her challenge in his ear.
"One should not be held to statements made in the heat of passion." Sheldon smirked. Penny's face fell. Was he retreating already? Sheldon picked up her suitcase and then headed for the stairs.
"The costume designer - her son is a major studio head in LA. She gave me his direct line to call on Monday." Penny chatted excitedly.
"That's excellent, Penny." He shifted the suitcase to his other hand. "What on Earth is in here?" Penny smiled; she wouldn't tell him. Not yet.
XXXX
He cornered her on the third floor stairwell. Her suitcase landed at their feet with a thud and Sheldon pressed her into the corner.
"Penny." His voice was raw with emotion and desire. He covered her mouth with his. Penny threw herself into the kiss wondering how Sheldon-cold, robotic Sheldon- could set her blood on fire just by the way he said her name. Her mouth opened and Sheldon pushed his tongue inside. He grabbed her leg to hook on his hip and she let out a small whimper.
He gathered up the material of her skirt and his hips bucked into her. Penny took his bottom lip between her teeth. Sheldon broke away from her to examine her exposed leg. His eyes widened at the white garter holding up the sheer white thigh high stockings. He slipped his index finger under the strap. Penny was instantly ready for him.
"Nice touch." He commented before capturing her lips once again.
Penny slipped her hands under his double shirts and drew her nails across his back. Sheldon froze, then he was kissing and nipping his way down her neck. His left hand rose up to slip the round buttons of her blouse through their holes.
"Sheldon." Penny panted. "Upstairs. Now." It occurred to her that she should be concerned about being in the hallway like this. Should be.
His fingers dug into her thigh. "Not yet." he murmured from the depths of her blouse. His tongue swiped the tops of her breasts that had been pushed up by the corset. Penny was gasping; between Sheldon and the constriction around her ribs, she was feeling faint.
Sheldon ran his hand down her leg until he came to the top of her shoe. Sheldon lifted his head to take in the shin-high caramel coloured boot. The toe was pointed, - a kitten heel and lacings right to the top. It was authentic and beautiful. He stroked the buttery leather. Penny watched him, felt his arousal increase with each touch of the boot. His middle finger brushed the lacings. She groaned, imagining that finger tracing between her legs in the same way.
He knelt before her, his long fingers quick and sure as they tugged at the lacings with surprising speed. He loosed the leather from her calf, then her ankle. Slowly, he eased the boot off her foot, watching hungrily as each inch of skin appeared. Sheldon’s hands slid up her leg. He stood until his lips were once again even with hers while his hands buried themselves under her skirt.
Penny felt his finger slip under the garter once more. She fully expected him to unhook her stocking. She ground into him thinking about his hands rolling the silk past her knees. Instead, he stretched it out and released it. It hit the skin of her thigh with a vicious snap. Penny shrieked into his mouth. He answered with a throaty laugh. And did it again.
She pushed him away. Breathing rapidly, Sheldon ran his tongue over his teeth and flexed his dextrous hands.
"I would advise you to run." He smiled but his eyes held a wicked gleam. Penny grinned, hiked up her skirts and flew up the stairs.
XXXX
When Leonard came home, he encountered several things on the last flights of stairs. First, Penny's suitcase, abandoned. Leonard sighed and began lugging it up. Next, he encountered an old-fashioned boot, completely unlaced on the third floor stairs. On his landing, between their apartment and Penny's, was a white lace corset that looked as if it had been ripped off the body it encased. Finally, the mate to the boot tucked under his arm, was dangling from the door knob of 4B.
The End