You wake up. Still in Becky's bed.

The sound of a cockerel echoed in your ears. Weird. You don't remember your phone alarm being a cockerel. Last night, you'd had a great dream. You'd found yourself in a wonderful world where you met a wonderful girl and had some wonderful sex. It was shame that you had to wake up. You felt something warm move against you, as you groaned, eyes closed. Must be your dog. Reaching a hand down you felt for your dog's head and, having found something soft, you begin to run your hands along it. Weird. It felt like...

You opened your eyes and peered down, a few things catching your attention. First of all, this didn't look like your bed. Second of all, what you were stroking your hand through wasn't your dog's fur. It was Becky's hair, the girl from your dream. As you looked down, she snuggled into your chest letting out a small sigh. This was the point you realised you were also both naked under the blanket. You looked around. You were still in Becky's house. You looked down again. She still had rabbit ears, that tickled your nose if peered down too far. Slowly, you brought a hand up to your cheek and felt it. The girl in your arms lets out a small, annoyed hum as you move your hand from her and shimmied even closer. You pinched your cheek.

"Ow!" You exclaim, slightly louder than you meant to, which caused the bunnygirl to finally stir from her slumber. She let out another hum as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked, yawning. You watched as she looked around for a moment, before looking up and making eye contact with you. For a moment she seemed confused before realisation dawned on her and her face turned red as she looked away. The redhead then seemed to realise her state of undress and, letting out a little "Eep!" pushes herself away from you, leaving your chest cold and empty as she moved to the other side of the bed and avoided eye contact as she looked at you. "W-we're in m-my bed," She stuttered, "N-naked..."

Honestly, her embarrassment was soothing, and at the time, helped you to distract yourself from your panic as to why you hadn't woken from this "dream" yet, if it even was one. "We are." You said, a slight smile on your face, as you adjusted yourself to face her. That was when she slapped you. Pretty hard too. "Ow!" You exclaimed for a second time, cupping your cheek as she glared at you, an angry pout on her face.

"You tricked me," She said, "You tricked me, and then you took my virginity!" You watched as she moved her hair from her face, as you slowly pulled your hand from your cheek.

"Well," You began, "If it makes you feel better, you took mine as well." You told her, rubbing the back of your head. As you lifted your arm, the blanket slid, showing a bit of your chest, which you notice her briefly glance at before looking at back at you with a softer expression.

"I- I did?" She quizzed confusedly, before her brow furrowed, "Wait! That doesn't change the fact you tricked me! You need to... Need to..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted back to the part of your chest that was exposed. "I- uh- You have to..." As she continued to speak you watched as she sat up, not bothering to cover herself as the blanket fell, exposing her body in all it's naked glory once again. She crawled across the bed and moved the blanket off of you. Her blush had returned as she grabbed your dick and pumped it briefly, until it had hardened, before climbing on top of you and rubbing her pussy along it. It was soaked. Again.

You can't help it as a small smirk comes to your face. "Sorry, what was it I need to do?" You watched as she tried to muster and angry face, but it couldn't cloud the lust showing.

"You have to leave!" She said, but you could tell her heart wasn't in it, "You lied to me, and then- and then tricked me! And- ah~" She let out a moan as your tip brushed along her lower lips. "F-fuck..." Your smirk grew wider as your hands drifted to her ass, and you held her in place as she mewled and tried to pull away weakly from your grasp to continue her grinding.

"I should leave?" You ask teasingly. A pout donned her face as she squirmed in your grasp, seemingly torn between morals and hormones.

"Y-yes." She stated, not sounding too confident, "You should le- EEP!" She let out the "EEP!" as you used your hands on her to make her topple off of you. As she sat up, you had already stood up and begun to put on your boxers you put beside the bed. She looked at you in confusement, disappointment and longing.

"Well," You sighed, putting your first leg into your trousers, "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, so I'll be off. Sorry about this." You watched out the corner of your eye as she sat up up on her legs, her hands resting near, and covering, her pussy, as she looked to be battling with her pride. It wasn't until you'd begun to walk for the lounge to fetch your shirt that you heard what you'd been waiting for.

"W-wait!" Becky called from behind you, as you heard the sounds of movement of someone rushing towards you. A pair of small arms wrapped around your mid-section as something hot pressed against your back and you smirked. You felt as she, muffled, try to say something, but with her face pressed into your back it was incoherent.

"What was that Becky?" You asked innocently. You felt her face pull from your back, as she spoke again, still to quiet to hear, as she removed her arms so you could turn to face her, which you did, turning round to see her looking at the ground and using her arms to cover herself as best she could, rubbing her thighs together. "One more time?" You grinned.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE," She yelled, squeezing her eyes shut as she put her arms either side with fists balled, almost leaning towards you. Blushing, she opened her eyes again, this time not covering herself, but instead turning her head to the side and nibbling on her thumb again, while the other hand wrapped round her body just under her chest, pushing her breasts up slightly. "Y-you can stay and... We c-could," She began to shake slightly, "...fuck. Again." She turned her head a bit so she could judge your reaction, looking at you longingly.