Easing out the Kinks, Part Five
When we got back into Penthouse’s, his family was home. I hoped the flush had died down in my cheeks as I hung up my coat and we went to go hang out in his bedroom.
While we waited for Craftsmate to arrive, Penthouse received a text from Popcorn. I asked him to say hi for me and he handed me his phone and told me to say hi for myself. For some reason, for how much bravado I can have with men, I get really bashful when it comes to flirting with women. This is especially the case when it comes to Popcorn, which Penthouse finds hilarious. So, he always tries to encourage me to flirt with her a little.
In the middle of this, Craftsmate called and said he was downstairs. Being a little mean, Penthouse put the clamps on my nipples, though significantly looser, and told me I would have to tell Craftsmate all about it as he tucked the chain discreetly into my bra. While I started blushing, Penthouse and I took the elevator down and found him waiting in the lobby.
I was happy to see Craftsmate, but I was unsure how stuff would pan out after some tensions had arisen a few days prior. He gave Penthouse one of those bro hugs and claps on the back before leaning down to kiss me.
The elevator doors closed and we began the slow climb up to Penthouse’s apartment in what was probably the most awkward, loaded elevator rides ever.