You decide to head home

After some time just talking you decide to make your way back over to your appartement. Emily and John do the same, and after all of you collect your clothes, you make the short trip to your flat. The hallway between the appartements is chilly, none of you got properly dressed, why would you bother. Emily opens the door and the three of you enter. "Ugh" Emily goes with her hand through her hair, breaking the silence. "I think I´m actually gonna jump under the shower real quick, I dont want to wake up with my hair messy like this." And just like that, she vanishes into the large bathroom. John and you remain. You´re not sure how to feel about this situation, you and your best friend standing naked in the hallway of the appartement, the locked cages around your dicks, keys held by a shared keyholder. But yet its kind of...consoling. Knowing you´re not the only one held back, locked.

"Sooo...", you say, as neither of you seem to know what to do. "You think Lydia is serious about her threat of keeping us locked for months to go?"

John shruggs. "I actually have no idea. Shes kinda unpredictable. I do think you have better chances of being unlocked every once in a while than me."

You silently agree. "Do you mind? You know, this whole...me doing stuff with your girlfriend thing?"

John seems to think for a moment then he says: "I dont think so, no. It feels really weird and humiliating of course, seeing the girlf I love be taken by my bigger best friend but...I trust both of you."

You keep the thought that John might like this a bit more than he admits to yourself, and after a couple more words, both of you decide to head to bed. Before you can enter your room though, the bathroom door opens and Emilys head appears, hair wet, the rest of her body cothered by the door. "Ethan?", she asks, "Can you give me a towel? I dont have one in here right now."

You quickly go and grab her a towel. Emily grabs it through the gap in the door. You feel your dick pushing against your cage as you imagine Emily standing there, so close, completely naked, hidden behind the door.
"Wait up, why dont you, we can talk a bit" You agree, and wait, standing in the hallway.
You hear Emily get dressed while she says: "I really liked tonight. You really know how to use your hands, Jesus. Shit, wheres my bra? But what a surprise when Lydia revealed your little secret. Which reminds me..I dont really need a bra around you do I?"
She opens the door and you feel your heart beat faster.

Emily wears grey sweatpants, a bit wet from the water, but besides that...nothing.
Her blonde hair, still a bit wet, hangs down around her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkle as they seem to pierce through you, and her torso...
"I dont need to worry about causing you any...trouble or discomfort in your pants anymore do I? I can just wear, or not wear, what I want."
Your dick pressing against the silver bars does actually cause you a lot more discomfort than a normal boner pressing against your pants would, but you dont tell her that.
Drops of water flow down over her body, over her breasts, which slightly lift themselves with every breath Emily takes. They were perfect. Not to small, not too big, but perfect. Emily smiles. "You like what you see? I´m trying to get more confident with myself, and maybe, just maybe, that will involve me walking around the appartement wearing...signifficantly less the next couple days or weeks. You know, knowing for sure neither you or John could think any less...or too much of me because of me being a bit exhibitionistic is really freeing. Either way"
She takes a stap forth, and her hand wraps around your cage. "Sleep well."
She gives you a kiss on the cheek, then she dissapears into her room.