Wake the others first.

The first order of business you decide is to get all of those sleepy heads up. They are supposed to be helping you prepare for the wedding.

You leap out of bed with a whoop: You're getting married in two days time! You retrieve your clothes from the floor where they were liberally sprinkled last night in an enthusiastic bout of lovemaking. Then looking around for somewhere suitable to pitch them and coming up empty, you pitch the whole lot into a corner. That would piss off your rather respectable mother in law you realise with a grin.

You open a drawer and grab the first sloppy T-shirt you find to hide your modesty. A quick glance in the mirror tells you what you already knew: your hair is wildly out of control, but your body is slim and fuckable as ever. Singing "chapel of love", you head out of your room to wake Dave, Jen & Chris.

You and Alex are fortunate in having found an ugly but functional and cheap home. You have plenty of rooms for guests (or children!), but this has been the first time you have been able to put them to real use, so you have gone overboard and given each of your friends a room of their own.

Dave nobly chose the smallest room. This was the one nearest your own which until last week was being used as a storage / junk room. You heard Dave crashing about in there late last night, trying to get undressed without tripping over the bed or pranging his arm on the wardrobe. You suspect that he also heard you & Alex fucking into the wee hours of the morning.

"And your prize, Dave," you mutter, pausing in your song for a moment, "is you get to be woken first."

You stride purposefully into the room, not caring what state you find your old college pal in (you've seen it all before - albeit some time ago), cross over to the window, lean over that damn stupid box thing you left there for some reason, so that your T-shirt rides up exposing your naked ass, and open the curtains.

"Wakey, wakey, ri..." you begin. But then stop. Dave's bed is empty, so your little floor show was wasted.

Your befuddled brain tries to reason this out. Alex is gone, Dave is gone. Maybe all your friends are being **** and gang-probed (not a fate worse than **** for your friends, you figure). Well, its possible. Lot of strange stuff been happening recently to cramp your plans.

Nope, thats just plain stupid you decide in the end. Anyhow, you know Alex is an early riser (!) and wanted to be out early this morning. Dave is probably just in the shower... Only there is no sign from the bathroom, you observe. Leaving Dave's room you walk past the second spare room that is bigger, but just too shitty to put guests in, and kick open the bathroom door. Nobody there.

Maybe he's in Jen's room. Jen drew the short straw and got Mr Cuddly's Fluffy Bunny Room. This is your attempt at a theme room: An alternative master bedroom (the only other one with a double bed) when you and Alex are feeling cuddly and romantic, as opposed to hot & dirty. It is, in short, a room full of teddy bears (your mother never let you have any as a child because they were too commercial) presided over by Mr Cuddly - a gigantic fluffy bunny rabbit (6 feet tall, plus ears) who has been your constant companion since you were given him for your 18th birthday. You have always enjoyed snuggling with Mr Cuddly - particularly when Alex isn't around.

You push open the door gingerly this time. The curtains are already open and sunlight is flooding into the room. On the large double bed, two figures lie intertwined. That's Jen on top of course, but thats not Dave under her, its... Mr Cuddly!

Jen is lying on top of the big cuddly rabbit, fast asleep, with her legs either side of his hips (if cuddly toys can be said to have hips) and her head lying contentedly on his soft fluffy chest. It may be your imagination, but doesn't Mr Cuddly's grin look even cheesier than usual?

The lovers look so cute together that you consider leaving now & going down to Chris' room, or seeing if Dave has already fixed himself breakfast. But curiosity gets the better of you and you can't help but sneak a peak under the covers, most of which are in some disarray anyhow.

You carefully peel back the top sheets and see that even in sleep, Jen has her thighs locked like a vice around the big cuddly rabbit, her pelvis ground into its soft fur. Jen's nightie is hitched up to her thighs, but what is that lump just under it? Gently you lift the thin material and gasp, barely suppressing an outright laugh. You shake your head in amazement. Old college Jen hasn't changed a bit. Only she could fall asleep with a butt plug up her ass!

Catching your friend like this is beginning to stir feelings of your own. Your hand sneaks down under your T-shirt. Your pussy already feels moist to the touch and you are aware that it hasn't seen action in... oh, hours.

But as your hand slides through the soft fur of your pubes, you pause again. Something that you have just seen suggests that Mr Cuddly is more than just something for Jen to snuggle with. You pull back the covers for a better look and see that Jen's nightie is hitched to her waist at the front and that she is impaled on a giant strap on dildo that Mr Cuddly is wearing. No wonder she looks so content nestled against his chest.

You ponder your options. You really should wake Jen up. There is so much to do today. Or you could go downstairs and check on the boys. But a part of you says: "Hey, it can all wait. I wonder if Mr Cuddly & Jen fancy a three-way?"