Amy decided to stay up a little later than usual, waiting on any news reports to maybe catch a glimpse of her blue idol. After having to sit through mundane reports of weather and sports, she was a little disappointed there was no word of any heroic acts he might have performed that day, the pink hedgehog suddenly realized how tired she was.

Getting up to stretch, she then decided to go to bed. Walking into her bedroom and stopping at the foot of her bed, she began to unclasp her skirt collar, feeling her clothes slip past her skin, sliding over her nipples. Before pulling her skirt down, she crossed her arms and brought her hands up to her shoulders, running them down across her chest. Her gloves brush her soft breasts, her nipples now taut from the feeling... a sudden electric rush shoots up her spine, the skin over her shoulders and breasts tightening with some knowing expectation. In a state of being half-dressed, Amy thought of Sonic again... and let her skirt drop to the floor.

Now exposed, dressed only in her headband, gloves, gold bracelets, red boots, and cotton panties, she let her hands run down over her warm lower tummy, her thumb slightly catching against her navel as her back arched in, her fingers trailing over her cotton panties. She could feel a pooling sensation against her folds of her pussy, the elastic of her panties pulling ever so slightly against her outer lips. Her left palm came up to greet the blush on her face, closing her eyes pressing into her hand, a blue shade of light forming behind her eyelids as she began to imagine Sonic holding her.

Amy's hand slipped down over the dampened spot that had formed on her panties, she then began rolling her pointer finger over the outline of her plump flesh through the soft cotton, the form behind her eyes seemingly penetrating her thoughts more and more, becoming a line of thoughts of Sonic... his sly glimpses at her, his confident chest, his small torso, the subtle markings of muscle that power his speed... she suddenly found her hips syncing in motion with her fingers, pressing harder, deeper into her body but not being able to pass the threads between her legs, the need for him to be a part of her, to possess him physically within her, overwhelming her, not realizing she had been holding her breath and letting in a sharp small gasp, but exhaling as quickly...

She pulled back her fingers, her chest heaving from her slight pants, looking down to realize just how wet she actually had become, the trail of her pussy juice extending from the pulsing wet mound in front of her eyes to her fingertips. Looking around, she knew she needed her blue dildo fast or else she could be up all night thinking like this, but where did she have it last? Usually she left it to charge...