“Uh, sorry about that," I muttered, feeling I should say something sympathetic. At the same time, I now had the image of Naimh and Alice masturbating side by side in Neevie's bedroom, and belatedly realized I was stroking my dick a little faster and a little harder.

On the TV, Mr. Handsome Six-Pack leaned down and began softly Licking the girl's pussy. Alice sighed blissfully, “Okay, back to the good stuff." She bit her lip cutely and started rubbing harder.

“Mmm-hmm," I grunted, my eyes entirely on her. I'd already seen the movie a bunch of times anyway.

Feeling my gaze, Alice glanced over at me and shook her head wryly.

“Face. TV. Now." Her voice brooked no dissent.

I obeyed and turned to face forward.

Shaking her head, Alice scoffed, “Fuck, this acting is ridiculous. And are you really turned on by those floatation devices bolted onto her chest?"

"I Like big tits and I cannot lie," I replied to the tune of Baby Got

Back.

Alice glanced down at her own chest. She wore a rock band t-shirt, a baggy thing that obscured what I knew to be an athletically trim body underneath, and she sighed regretfully. "I understand that guys Like them, but they're just always in the way. I fucking stopped playing on the volleyball team because they hurt too much. How many times have I complained about having big tits?”

“A million times, give or take," I replied immediately. My memory superimposed what Alice would look like completely naked, as if her t-shirt had simply disappeared, but I shook that thought from my head immediately. "Maybe a million and a half. But we'll always be friends, even if you do happen to have boobs."

Alice chuckled and immediately reached over with her free hand to give me a fist bump. I bumped her, and she asked, “Always be friends, even if we're masturbating side-by-side to a shitty porno?"

"Always," I replied confidently with a nod.

We fist bumped again, and actually turned to Look at the movie for a bit, starting to feel more comfortable about what we were doing.

Despite the fact that both of us were bare butt naked below the waist, it felt like we were finally slipping back into the old buddy camaraderie we'd shared since seventh grade, and I started to believe we could put the past several weeks' estrangement behind us. Alice focused on her rubbing, I focused on my stroking, and together, we watched the Mr. Six-Pack eat out Miss Fake-Tits until she let out an overly-dramatic moan and cried out how amazing it felt for him to eat her out.

Now it was his turn, and Mr. Six-Pack sat in a chair while Miss

Fake-Tits knelt in front of him and started taking his pants off.

Alice's breathing was shallow and rapid, but like I said, I'd already seen the movie a bunch of times. And my gaze drifted over to Alice again.

She didn't reprimand me this time though. Her fingers were working her clit, and she muttered while staring at Miss Fake-Tits lowering her mouth around the Mr. Six-Pack's cock, "I think you might actually be bigger than the porn star."

“Uh, thanks," I replied, unsure how else to reply to the compliment.

“How many blowjobs do you think you've had in the last couple of months? A few dozen? A few hundred?”

“What ?"

“I'm serious. How many?"

“Uh, I have no idea. To be honest, Belle got me past a few dozen in the first two weeks before telling the rest of you. After that, it would've been pointless to try counting.”

“That many, huh?"