*** Immediately after season one finale ***
"I kinda wish something could happen between us. Romantic stylez."
"Gotta go – America needs me!"
The words echoed through Amy's head as she walked home – dazed. She had never considered Jake would actually be into her before. She briefly entertained a crush when she transferred to the nine-nine, but he had shown absolutely no interest in her at all, and she had buried her feelings – after many nights pounding herself into oblivion with a dildo until the early hours of the morning, leaving her twitching and raw – desperate to overcome her loneliness.
Her phone buzzed; it was Teddy asking when she'd be coming over tonight. She thought for a second, then typed:
"I'm really tired, I think I'll just head home and get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."
And hit send.
Amy entered her apartment, dropped her bag, and locked the door behind her. She went straight to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of white wine and took a healthy gulp. The image of Jake's gorgeous brown eyes filled her mind. She hadn't thought of him like this in years. She started daydreaming of pulling his shirt over his head and running her hands down his chest. Gently massaging her breasts, she felt a damp patch forming in her panties. Her sex life with Teddy was… infrequent. And unsatisfying. But she had no idea she was this pent up. Her other hand fed her another mouthful of wine, before setting the glass down and slipping down the front of her suit trousers and panties. Her middle finger found her clit and started rubbing in small, firm circles. Imagining Jake doing this to her from behind – while kissing her neck – only increased her arousal. Closing her eyes and throwing her head back, she moaned quietly to herself, enjoying her own refined touch instead of Teddy's random prodding for once.
"Oh, Jake!" A gasp escaped her lips. It felt dirty: thinking about a co-worker like this while her boyfriend sat at home, possibly wondering what she was doing. Feeling naughty only served to make her hornier, driving her fingers faster and faster until eventually she came; a sudden, intense wave flooding her body. Her hips rocked involuntarily against her hand, and she felt her warm juices run along her fingers and down her legs.
She took her hand out of her pants and sucked her fingers dry, followed by a chaser of more wine. Needing more after being denied orgasm for months, Amy went to her bedroom and felt around under her bed to find the dildo she had hidden from Teddy when they started dating. At six-and-a-half inches, it had plenty of length to stretch her, without hurting. She removed all her clothes, quickly and efficiently, and started rubbing her clit with one hand while reaching into her cabinet for a bottle of lube with the other, which she applied liberally to her make-shift Jake. Kneeling up, she positioned the toy on the bed beneath her and started gently rocking, pushing the toy along her folds, until she could stand it no more and lowered down, filling herself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Arching her back and letting out a long moan of satisfaction, she worked her clit – the tingle of the lube already pushing her close to the edge. She picked up the pace and began moving up and down, massaging her g-spot.
It was only a couple of minutes before her second orgasm hit; her pussy clenching the dildo, her legs turning to jelly and her moans filling the room. She paused only for a moment to regain her balance before continuing, orgasm after orgasm coursing through her body, shaking her to her core, pouring out onto the bed sheets. Switching position and technique from time to time, she continued driving the cock in and out of her pussy, frantically rubbing her clit – desperate to cum as many times and as hard as she could.
After several hours and a dozen or more orgasms, Amy could take no more. She shook to one last tiny orgasm, then exhaled and closed her eyes. Her pussy still drooling, the cock still half in her, she passed into a heavenly sleep – sinking into her drenched sheets.