He can't hold on any longer -- he comes in Amy's hand

Corrine turned her head and looked me right in the eye as I exploded into Amy’s hand.

Caught. I think I controlled my expression just enough so that Amy and Corrine were the only ones who noticed I came.

“Geez, you really do love her tits, don’t you?” Amy whispered to me.

“Not as much as you loved the feel of a dick in your hand,” I whispered back. Amy squeezed me in agreement.

Across the room, Corrine slowly pulled Talia’s hands from her bare breasts. “Time’s up,” Corrine stated, throwing me a smirk that said she was quite pleased with herself. Talia blinked back to reality, mortified at her behavior.

“Oh my God!” she shouted. “Corrine, baby, I am so sorry! I didn’t realize it would feel so — Oh my God!”

Corrine hugged her reassuringly, “Hey, no need to apologize to us, we’re all friends.”

“I thought it was hot,” Amy helped.

“But I think,” Talia stammered, “I think I’m bi! Oh my God, my parents are gonna kill me! They’re old-school about this kind of thing!”

The incredibly erotic charge in the air from a minute ago was completely forgotten in light of Talia’s life-changing epiphany. We all got up and sat down around our friend, comforting and encouraging her as best we could. Talia was a mess of emotions—not “ashamed” exactly, she was too open-minded for that—but definitely a bit scared. She told us she had been confused about her sexuality for a long time, but that make-out session with Corrine had just confirmed it.

Talia looked around at the rest of us, **** for some kind of commiseration. She asked, “Are any of you—? Or do you think you might be?”