We sat on side-by-side cushions. I was close enough that I could've reached out and shoved a finger inside her, or taken over rubbing her clit, or started palming her breast, or grabbed her head so I could mash our Lips together and suck her tongue into my mouth. All of those things were infinitely more appealing to me than watching a really cheesy porn video, but I knew better than to actually do any of those things. In a way, it was just Like being back in the old days. I accepted whatever the girl was comfortable with and didn't stray one millimeter beyond her boundaries.

But even more to the point, this was ALICE. She'd been my best friend since seventh grade, and I'd missed her companionship far more than I'd missed her body. In hindsight, I realized that from the moment I became the BTC's collective boyfriend and the lines of physical intimacy started getting crossed, my relationships with all of the other girls had steadily deepened at the expense of my friendship with Alice.

Instead of spending my time hanging out with my fist-bumping female

“bro", I'd started spending my time suckling boobs and getting as many ejaculations as I could. Not that an 18-year-old boy should necessarily be blamed for this shift in priorities, but recognizing how much I'd missed her would be the first step in making things right.

I wasn't going to stop having sex with the BTC girls; let's make that clear. But between Alice and me, if the sex stuff had been getting in the way of our friendship, then it was the sex stuff that would have to go, not the friendship. Yeah, the idea of staring at her lustfully while jerking my meat and blowing my load all over my own stomach held some appeal. The idea of cramming my tongue down into her mouth, seizing hold of her hips, and slamming my sausage deep into her virgin snatch held even greater appeal. But I would gladly give up any chance of ever doing that just to have her give me a fist bump and pick up a game controller in the seat next to me.

So with that thought firmly in my mind, I turned to face the TV and let

THOSE images fuel my fantasies. Miss Fake-Tits finally convulsed in orgasm, her head thrown back as she closed her eyes and howled her euphoric release, her whole body still jerking back and forth while Mr.

Six-Pack pounded her all through her orgasm

“Ah! Ah! FUCK YEAH!" Alice cried out as she shuddered in ecstasy. She reflexively grabbed my thigh with her free hand and the whole couch started shaking as she went into overdrive on herself.

“I'm cumming!" she shouted, "I'm cumming!"

While Alice climaxed with Miss Fake-Tits, I was waiting for the money shot. I was well-familiar with this video, and knew that Mr. Six-Pack would keep hammering that pretty ass for another minute until she came down from her high, and he would then spin her around to press his big dick into the valley of her breasts. Sure enough, Mr. Six Pack pulled out and jammed his fat erection between those big fake tits, using the girl's own juices for lubrication as he pounded away at her cleavage. I pounded away at my own meat, my hand becoming a blur of motion while I anticipated that big cock on screen firing great wads of sperm all over the big-titted babe.

And then all of a sudden, my hand wasn't on my dick anymore. Alice had knocked it aside when she abruptly dropped her mouth onto my dick, hoovering with incredible suction while her own right hand rapidly pumped the remaining couple of inches. I was already on the verge of cumming, and despite the system shock to my brain, my dick knew what to do. It belched, blasting off within the warm, welcoming confines of

Alice's mouth, detonating little bursts of cum inside her oral cavity which she drank down almost as fast as I could shoot them.

Almost.

She couldn't quite handle it all, and the very idea of shooting my sperm into my best buddy's mouth called up reserves of spunk to properly celebrate the occasion. So when she started choking and had to pull off to breathe, my dick went ahead and spat out a few extra spurts that painted Alice's poor face from forehead to chin.

As soon as I was done, I felt instantly apologetic. After all those afternoons with the girls teasing Alice about my dick going off and getting yucky sperm onto her hand or something, and I'd gone and given her a facial.

“Holy crap, Alice. I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, reaching out to hold her head and making half-reaches toward her cum-streaked face with my fingers as if to help scrape my icky sperm off her skin, but could never quite bring myself to actually do it, so my hand kept retracting back.

But she just Laughed, grinned, and scraped a glob of jizz off her eyelid so she could try and look at me with both eyes. "That was so hot," she panted.

“What?" I asked, confused. There was no way she could've meant what I thought she said. Perhaps she really meant that the temperature of my semen was too high for proper skin comfort.

She popped the finger that had scraped off the glob into her mouth and sucked on it. "It's not bad," she commented. "I mean, I don't quite get why Belle is fucking OBSESSED with swallowing every Last drop she can get her mouth on, but... it's not BAD. I mean, I could get used to this."

She bent back over my lap and started sucking my schlong again.

I stared at my old friend like she'd been replaced by a space alien.

And in an absolutely, completely, and utterly dumbfounded voice, I asked...

“Who ARE you?"

-- CHAPTER 20: Twister --