Hannah reminds you with her mouth

Ashley squeezes you from behind. Holding you tight, pressing her still-bare breasts against you, she makes you jump for a second before you relax into her embrace. A hand reaches down, grabs your zipper, and unzips it after a moment of fumbling with it.

Is this really happening? Apparently. But why should you be surprised? This has apparently happened a ton before, enough that the girls almost move like they've practiced together. Hannah kneels, her hands reaching into the front of your pants and pulling both those and your underwear down in a moment.

For a moment, you're nervous. You're a grower, not a shower, and the embrace you're in hasn't exactly left you fully hard. But Hannah just smiles - and that's rare from what you've seen of her, but it is a _gorgeous _smile - and places your tip in her mouth. She looks up at you as she does, her eyeshadow and raven hair standing out against the paleness of her skin, and the smile doesn't fade.

Ashley, a little taller than you, rests her head on your shoulder and breathes in your ear. The warmth alone excites you as much as the mouth on the tip of your dick. You _might _be a little starved of human contact. Hannah continues to keep you in her mouth, running her tongue over it gently, as you rise.

Ashley kisses you, softly, repeatedly, starting from the point where your shoulder and neck meet, and moving up. Is this how she kisses Hannah?

Wait, no, she doesn't date Hannah.

Because that was part of a breakdown, right? It can't be everyone else that's wrong, it has to be you. You must have gone crazy. A significant part of your memories are wrong.

So why the fuck are you here? Holy shit, you idiot, what if you have brain damage, and that's why you can't remember your apparently heavily sexual relationship with your best friend and her... her... whatever Hannah is to Ashley in this real reality? You should be in an ER, getting scans for brain cancer, not here.

Ashley has worked her way up, and slowly nibbles the bottom of your ear. "What's wrong?", she asks, her question asked softly, but closely enough you can hear.

"Nothing", you lie, which she responds to by licking your cheek.

"You're hyperventilating." Well, apparently you're a bad liar in reality too, and not just in your memories.

"I... some of my memories are wrong. Damaged. I'm scared I don't know what reality is."

She pulls away, but she's still behind you, and you can't see what her reaction is. All you can hear is her breathing. Below you, Hannah is trying her best, wrapping her mouth around your member even as you've gone soft.

"Well, maybe you could tell me what you remember?", Ashley asks, her voice lilting like she does when she's unsure of herself.

That's actually a good idea. Way smarter than anything else you've come up with, dumbass. "I... I remember you and Hannah were dating. You and I were best friends, and I had a crush on you."

The pause is so long it's almost a sentence itself. "But... in this reality, you and I are best friends, and Hannah and I are dating." And then, so softly you almost don't hear it, "Do you have a crush on me?"

"The hell are you saying?", you almost snap at her. "She's blowing me right now, Ashley, it's pretty clear she and you aren't a couple."

"No, no, we are!" She starts hugging you from behind again. "Are you saying that the gap in your memory is that you don't remember what we'd do for you?"

"What, you'd fuck me while seeing each other? Is that what you're saying? Then why did the old man not care about you stripping outside?" You might have started hyperventilating again. At this point Hannah still hasn't backed off your dick, the tip in her mouth still being worked by some magic she's doing with her tongue.

"Dude, I don't think you've forgotten a lot of things. Just one specific thing", Ashley says, and her voice is oddly cheerful now that she thinks she's figured out this puzzle. "See, you don't remember that Hannah and I would do anything for you. Everyone knows that - from people in the neighborhood to strangers in distant cities. If you want to fuck, we'll fuck. If you need a hug, you'll get one. And if you'd had a crush on a girl forever, you'll have her even if she has to leave another relationship." She kisses your ear again.

"So, what, you and I aren't dating but you'll just drop your girlfriend for me?", you ask. "Hannah, you don't care about this?" The girlfriend in question looks up at you, and shrugs. "Seriously?" Despite your disbelieving tone, the two girls have gotten you to full mast, and Hannah slowly starts bobbing her head up and down the part of your dick she can fit in her mouth.

"Look, dude, that's reality. That's all you've forgotten. You've had a crush on me? Then I'm yours. All you have to do is say the word."

And what about your girlfriend?, you're about to ask, but Ashley continues as if she read your mind. "As for Hannah, she wants to make you happy too. A relationship is nothing compared to what we have with you, and she'll do anything you want. If you want her to leave right now and never return, she will. If you want her to stay but never touch me again, she'll happily do that. And if you want, you can keep her around. Not as my girlfriend, or yours. Not as a side chick, or a booty call, or even just a womb. No, she can be a toy for you, a piece of furniture, something to be used when you want and tossed away when you're bored. She'd happily be just an object as long as she's an object for you, you understand? You could do whatever you wanted to her. No limits."

Your crush is tapping into fantasies you didn't even realize you had, turning you on in ways that you couldn't have expected, but this still feels wrong. Ashley and Hannah's relationship is just a thing that's supposed to exist - you can't imagine that relationship not existing, even if your memories of it are flawed. One last protest makes its way out of your mouth, but it sounds weak even to you. "No limits? The people who say that always have limits. If she's really got no limits, then prove it."

Ashley's arms lower. Where they were wrapped around your torso for a hug earlier, they work their way down to your crotch. Both hands latch onto the back of Hannah's head...

And, with no warning, shove her all the way down your shaft onto the base of your crotch.