4 comments/ 18921 views/ 7 favorites Jill and Clara By: dgowre Jill Weaver and Clara Kendall had been friends since they entered kindergarten at six years of age. They met almost as soon as their mothers dropped them off, weeping as they left their youngsters for the first time ever, and even though they lived fairly close to each other, this was the first time that they had actually met. Both were very pretty girls of about the same height, Jill with blue eyes and curly, shoulder length, brown hair, Clara with green eyes and straight, golden-yellow hair. Their friendship grew as they progressed through kindergarten and primary school, so by the time they entered junior high, they were as close as two people could be, close best friends, but innocently so. Of course, they shared stories and information about their changing bodies, the onset of menstruation, the growth of their breasts, the appearance of fluffy hair on their mounds, and masturbation, but no more than two good friends would be expected to share. Unfortunately, many people are ignorant and cruel, and children and young people the most cruel of all. Their closeness was noted, it was impossible not to notice, they were always together, did everything together, and it didn't take long for snide remarks to fly, even from their own parents, 'dykes', 'queers', 'perverts', which initially hurt them tremendously, why would it not, but eventually drove them closer together, in an 'us against the world' attitude. They finished junior high and entered high school, where they developed into truly beautiful women, with hourglass figures, both tall and willowy, each with full, firm, perfectly sized breasts, where they even dated the odd boy though neither found this to be particularly satisfying, even when they and their partners dabbled in sex. Nevertheless, their reputations were not nullified by dating boys and their relationship to each other was made stronger by the continuing abuse to which they were subjected. So, when the time came to select a university, they decided to attend the same one, far away from their home province, where they might get a little peace. Their choice was simple, the University of Victoria, UVic, in the city of Victoria on Vancouver Island, large enough to afford them a certain amount of anonymity, small enough to be a big village. They had both worked part-time during their high school years, so had put enough money aside to allow them to rent a house near the campus, a two bedroom bungalow on a quiet side street. It came furnished, each bedroom with one, large bed, which gave them pause initially, would they take one room each or would they share a bed, but they shrugged it off with a 'what the hell' attitude. They had been so close all these years, had even shared a bed during sleepovers, so why should now be a problem? Beginning of term approached and they moved in a week ahead, to get their belongings installed and the house set up the way they wanted it. They would have precious little time to do anything after term started, after all. They were exhausted at the end of the first day, so tired, in fact that all they did was shower, strip, let their clothes fall to the floor, and fell into bed, where they were instantly asleep. ******************** We woke up almost simultaneously, blinked for a few seconds until we figured out where we were and that we were sharing the same bed. We turned to face each other. "Good morning, Clara." I whispered. "Good morning, Jill." whispered Clara. "We're here, we made it, in spite of everything, we made it. I'm so glad I have you for a best friend. Come here, I want to give my best friend a hug at the start of this new episode in our lives." We embraced, holding each other tight, realizing that we were both naked and that we loved the feeling of skin against skin. We pulled back a little, looked at each other, tears filling our eyes, realized that something was changing, had changed, that we had become more than best friends, that our love for each other was on the point of moving to a new level. "Clara," I sobbed, "You're my dearest, best friend, always have been, but I have to tell you something that may change the way you feel about me. I'm so sorry that I've waited to tell you this, I should have done it years ago but I was so terrified that I'd lose you. I love you, my darling Clara, I love you with all my heart and all my being, not just as a best friend, but as a beautiful, wonderful woman, have done for a lot of years, and I would simply die without you." "You fool, Jill." whispered Clara, crying just as hard as I was. "Did you really think I wouldn't love you, didn't love you? You're the only important thing in my life, always have been but I didn't tell you for the same reason you didn't tell me, I was terrified of losing you. I don't know when my love for you changed from the love of a child for another child, but it must have been just before puberty. Oh what a pair of damn fools we've been, what a pair of absolute idiots." "We have," I replied, still sobbing, "but it's not too late. We've found each other, and we have most of our lives ahead of us. If you let me, I'll love you with a love and a passion you can only imagine, or perhaps you can, you're a passionate and loving woman yourself. Why don't we find out just how much, Clara, why don't we find out, starting right now. I can't tell you how much I love you, you beautiful, beautiful woman, I simply don't have the words, but I can show you, I can let my hands and my lips speak for me, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, if you'll let me." Clara didn't need to say anything, her eyes said it all. I pulled her to me, and very gently kissed her, my lips grazing Clara's, the tip of my tongue tracing her full, red lips, which parted to allow its entry, to find her tongue waiting for it, to caress it, to dance with it. As I kissed her, I was tracing the contours of her beautiful, exciting body, just my fingertips, just grazing her soft skin, trying hard not to tickle. My heart was bursting, and I could feel the juices collecting between my legs. I felt Clara's fingers caressing my breast, my nipple already hard. The sensations shot from the peak of my breast to the pit of my stomach, to my pussy, which was already leaking freely, I could feel the liquid on my upper thigh Clara's breast was as l had dreamed it would be, firm, the skin tight, her areolas more puffy than mine, her nipples, her beautiful, pink nipples, as hard as diamonds, begging to be kissed. But I couldn't leave her lips, her sweet lips that I had looked at for most of my life, had dreamed of kissing for longer than I could remember. No, not yet, they were so soft, so sweet, and as much joy as I was getting from Clara's lips, Clara was obviously getting as much joy from mine. Our breathing was getting heavier as we continued to kiss, touch and caress each other's bodies, and as much as we wanted to make love, we were flying blind, on-the-job training as it were. We were doing what we had done, rarely, with boys, never with another woman, plus we knew what we liked, we both knew that we had been masturbating from an early age, had discussed it often enough, but never done it with one another. I trailed my fingers down Clara's chest, her stomach, to find and revel in a smooth, shaved mound. I had only ever seen it in the school showers and during sleepovers, obviously before Clara had started shaving. It was a pleasant surprise, but I hoped that Clara would not be disappointed in me, because I didn't shave. I trimmed my brown hair, yes, kept my lips clean of hair, but my mound was not smooth and soft, as was Clara's. I needn't have worried. She found my mound, I felt her fingers investigating my hair, felt her moan into my mouth, a moan of happiness I hoped. But something was wrong, and suddenly I knew what it was. I drew back from my love and whispered "My dear, dear Clara, I'm sorry to stop, but may I turn the lights on? I want so badly to see you while I love you. For my very first time I want to see the woman I love, watch her, see what she likes, what she doesn't like, so that I'll be able to love her in the best way I possibly can, because that's what she deserves, she is so special to me." "Of course, my darling, I want to see you, watch you, just as much as you want to see me. I only hope I can be as good for you as you deserve. I've never made love to a woman before, hey, you know that already, and I'm so afraid that I'm not going to be able to please you." I put a finger on Clara's lips. "Clara, my love, there's no way you couldn't please me, my dear friend, I'll love anything you do. I'm just as worried about being able to please you, dearest, but if I don't get it right the first time, just bear with me, because I will, because you are the most wonderful person I know and my life's work will be to please you. We collapsed into each other's arms, tears pouring down our faces, but tears of happiness now, not tears of fear, or uncertainty, or questioning, or doubt. We pulled apart, each turning on the bedside light at either side of the bed, bathing us in a warm, comforting glow. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Clara." I whispered, stroking her long, golden-blonde hair, watching the light glint from her incredible green eyes. "You've no idea how lucky I am that you would actually love me, that you would want to be with me." I knelt beside my Clara, and as I spoke, I stroked her face, her cheeks, her warm lips. her throat, the firmness but softness of her full breasts, standing high and proud on her chest, her pink nipples hard against my fingers. How much better was it to see her beauty, see what I was touching. Her stomach was soft, smooth, as was her mound, which split into two swollen lips, between which the winglike folds of her soft and fragile inner lips were extending, attracting my fingers. I had to touch them. They were so soft, so wet, as I was sure mine were. I slipped a finger between them, searching, until I felt her flesh give, and my finger vanished inside her. Clara moaned, whimpered, as my finger filled the tightness of her sweet, wet sheath, tightening her muscles, gripping my finger. "Oh! Jill! You're killing me with pleasure! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! I can't believe how it feels! Oh my darling, your finger feels so wonderful. Oh my God, another finger! Oh, oh, oh." As she spoke, she reached across my thigh and began to caress the softness and wetness of my pussy, causing streaks of sensation to pour into my lower stomach and into my hungry sheath. As well as the two fingers that I had inserted into my lover's sheath, my thumb had found the hood of her clitoris and the clitoris itself that was a hard little button beneath it. I began to rub, not fast, not slow, the same speed at which I was sliding my fingers in and out of my love. By now, she was doing the same to me and I knew, I knew absolutely, the feelings that were pouring through her as they were pouring through me. It was magnificent. Masturbation was never like this. I was sharing my love with the woman I loved and adored absolutely, and she was doing the same to me. What greater joy could there be than this! Quickly, much more quickly than we would have liked, we climaxed simultaneously, to loud screams of unalloyed joy, and sprays of cum onto our still moving fingers. I collapsed onto my love, we embraced, panting, breathing hard, gasping for breath, in fact. "Oh how I love you, Clara! I think I knew from the first day we met that you were going to be someone very special in my life. I want to tell the whole world what you mean to me, but will only do that if you're willing, my darling. I'm ready, more than ready, to come out of the closet and tell the world yes, I am a lesbian, and I love and adore my Clara to absolute distraction." "Jill, we've been accused of it for as long as we can remember, so whatever people think of us, I too, want people to know that I love you, and that I always will love you. Yes, my darling we're a couple, and now that we know this, everyone else should know it too, whatever they say, whatever they feel. I love you, my darling Jill. It's as simple, and as complicated, as that. Now, will you stop talking and come and kiss your new lover, your new partner, before I start thinking you really don't love me at all!" I did. We kissed, we reveled in the feeling of body against body, of breast against breast, of lips against lips. We kissed until we knew that we had to explore more, that we wanted to, had to, express our love physically. "Clara, I'm going to lie on my back. Lie on top of me, but reversed, so that my face is in your pussy, your face in mine. Is that alright with you?" Clara said nothing, but did as I asked, and within moments I was staring at a very wet, very beautiful pussy, directly above my face, the first pussy I had ever seen this close up, and I could not believe that any other pussy could be this beautiful. I just stared at it for a while, wondered at the wetness, the pinkness, the beauty of the soft folds of the inner lips. I looked until I had to do more, extended my tongue and touched the soft lips, which made Clara leap and to emit a little scream.I grasped her hips and pulled her down, until my nose and mouth were buried in the softness and the wetness, my tongue roving through the folds, finding her clitoris rubbing it. I became very aware of her mouth and tongue between my legs, driving me absolutely wild with the sensations that were pouring from her ministrations. Oh how I hoped that she was feeling what I was feeling. Pressure built in both of us, until we once again exploded in huge orgasms, cum spraying our faces. Clara spun round, collapsed into my arms, looked at me and giggled. "You look funny, Jill." "No funnier than you look, I'm sure." I giggled too. I licked her face. "You taste good, or rather, I taste good, but you taste better." "No I don't, you taste better!" Clara insisted, a big grin on her smeared face. "Honey," I said, seriously now, "do you realize that we have this to look forward to for the rest of our lives? Does the thought please you as much as it pleases me?" "Yes, my darling, even when we're old and gray we'll still be in love with each other. The sex will no doubt be quieter, but it's you I love, and always will." And this was how the two exhausted girls fell asleep in each other's arms. Happy, euphoric, one might say, realizing that from now on it was them against the world, but relishing the idea. After all, hadn't it been like that for most of their lives? The week that we spent before term started was idyllic in the extreme, as our happiness was greater than we had experienced in our lives. While we were in the house, we didn't bother to dress, because the magic of loving sex was strong, and was not to be denied. We were on a journey of discovery, and as we passed each other, we would stop, touch, in wonder, at the beauty of our bodies, at the passion that was ever present, not only with a touch, but with a look, a passion that was was always satisfied immediately, with tears of joy, with screams of happy release. When we stopped to wonder what our neighbours must think, we invariably collapsed in fits of giggles. We hadn't met our neighbours on either side yet, but realized that we would have to do so pretty soon, if only to hold out an olive branch, as it were, to assure them that we were not axe murderers! So it was that in the late afternoon of the third day we dressed in quiet outfits and knocked on the door of the house on our right. The door was opened by a young woman, a man, obviously her husband, peering over her shoulder. "Hello. My name's Jill Weaver. I said brightly. "This is my partner, Clara Kendall, and we've rented the house next door for the university year. We just wanted to come and say hello." "Are you the girls who have been kicking up all that noise? And you're partners?" rasped the man, aggressively. "We don't hold with any of that nonsense around here, it's against all the natural laws. We don't need more of you. You keep yourselves to yourselves and be a lot quieter, or I'll have the law on you. We've got young children here, don't forget that." and slammed the door loudly We looked at each other, dismayed. Our story of being subjected to ignorance and cruelty was being repeated already, and we had only met one set of neighbours. We dragged ourselves, unhappily, to the house to the left of ours, and again knocked on the door. It was opened by an older, middle-aged lady, with an attractive face and greying, blonde hair, dressed in a pale blue twinset that did nothing to hide two very large breasts, and a dark blue skirt that ended just above the knee, who looked at us over her glasses, with an expression that appeared to be unfriendly in the extreme. "Hello." I said, as brightly as I could. "I'm Jill Weaver, this is Clara Kendall. We've rented the house next door for the university year and just wanted to come and introduce ourselves." The older lady's face cleared and a smile broke over her face. "Welcome, dears, it's so nice to meet you. I knew a couple of girls had moved in, and I'd heard a bit of noise, but it's delightful that you've taken the trouble to come and introduce yourselves. Come on in and have a cup of tea." We were ushered into a very comfortable and very feminine sitting room and sat on a plush sofa across from a recliner at the fireside that was obviously our host's 'throne'. "Can we help with the tea?" asked Clara. "No, my dears, you just sit there and relax. I'm a bit nosy and noticed that you just came from Fred Dole's house, looking a bit down. Don't let him worry you. He's a one hundred percent, gold-plated bastard, who could be the poster boy for small minded. Just ignore him. His wife, Mary, is not at all like that, but he rules her with an iron fist. I feel so sorry for her and try to help her where I can, but I think he's got eyes in the back of his head and resents the hell out of me. On top of that, he hates my guts. Now, you just relax, and I'll be right back." Clara and I looked at each other in wonder. What a total contrast to our first encounter. Maybe things weren't quite as bad as we'd thought. Our hostess returned, carrying a tray, which she placed on the coffee table between us. We helped ourselves to our tea, and settled back into our chairs. "So, my dears, I'm Helen, Helen Andrews. I told you I'm nosy, so tell me all about yourselves as I've been longing to meet you since I saw you moving in." We did. We told her absolutely all about ourselves, how we had been close friends since we had entered kindergarten together, been best friends for most of our lives until the last few days, when we had suddenly realized that we were totally and irrevocably in love. As we told her this, we looked lovingly at each other and held each other close. "Oh my darlings!" exclaimed Helen, a huge smile on her face. "How absolutely precious! I'm so very, very happy for you both, and I hope you have wonderful, wonderful lives. Oh, you're so beautiful, the two of you, you make a lovely couple. I might as well tell you this, if I don't, Fred Dole will, but I'm lesbian too, lived here with my partner, Ann, for twenty years. She passed away five years ago, but we were so much in love from the moment we met." As she told us this, tears began to trickle down her cheeks at the memory of her love, and what had been. I disengaged from my sweetheart, jumped up from the sofa, fell to my knees beside Helen's chair and took her into my arms, stroking her hair, comforting her. Clara joined me, and we both comforted Helen as she sobbed in our arms. "Helen," I gasped, sobbing myself by now, as was Clara, "We're only next door. We want you, and I know I speak for Clara as well, to come and visit us whenever you feel like it. Our door will always be open to you. If you happen to hear funny noises, just wait a bit and try again." This caused the three of us to giggle loudly, we all knew exactly what I was talking about! "Why don't you come and have supper with us, Helen?" I suggested. "It won't be terribly exciting, just corned beef hash, but we'd love to have you, isn't that right, Clara? You can tell us all about yourself. We seem to have done most of the talking so far." Jill and Clara "Yes, Helen, no arguments, just throw on something comfortable and follow us over. Let's really give Fred Dole something to talk about! Three dykes under one roof!" giggled Clara, an evil grin on her face, which made all of us laugh loudly. "You darlings, I'd love to join you for supper. Shall we say in half an hour?" "Perfect!" I replied. We got up, said our goodbyes and took the short walk back to the comfort of our little house. "Poor Helen, to have not only lost her love, but to have to put up with that ass Fred Dole. I wonder what we can do to cheer her up." "I have a couple of ideas," smirked Carla, "but only if you agree, of course." "I know where your mind is going, you minx, but yes, I agree. Oh yes, I agree most definitely. I feel so sorry for the poor woman." Supper took no time at all, and by the time it was ready, Helen was knocking on the door. She had changed, and looked really pretty in a sheer blouse that gave an even better view of her bra-covered breasts than her twinset had, and a long, black skirt. "Hello, I'm not too early, am I?" she asked anxiously. "Helen," I replied, "in this house you can never be too early, are we clear on that? You look so pretty. You didn't have t get dressed up for us. We're still wearing the old rags we had on earlier." "Old rags eh?" giggled Helen. "I should be so lucky!" We all laughed as we led Helen to the table, I got the bowl of hash and brought it to the table. "Do you like fried eggs on top of yours, Helen?" I asked. "Some people do." "No thank you, Jill, it's fine as it is. It smells delicious." "I knock up a mean corned beef hash, I must admit." I grinned. "Open a tin of corned beef, a bag of hash browns and voila! By the way, that's a lovely top you're wearing, Helen. Very sexy indeed!" She blushed, "Well this is our first meal together, so I wanted to look nice, and this was the best thing I could find." "Well, it looks beautiful on you." smiled Carla. "You fill it out so well." Helen blushed again, more brightly this time. "You wouldn't believe the trouble I have finding a bra that fits properly. This one's a size too small and hurts like hell after a while." "Well, we're all women here, you're very welcome to take it off if it makes you feel more comfortable. We're not in the least shy." Carla assured her, smiling. "Maybe after supper, if you're sure you don't mind. It would be so much more comfortable." We ate our wonderful, but simple, meal, together with a bottle of red wine that we'd brought with us from New Brunswick, and by the time we'd finished, were totally comfortable with each other, and were chatting as if we'd known each other for ever. Once we'd put the dishes into the dishwasher, we took our wineglasses with us and sat on our big sofa, Helen between the two of us. "You know," she said "I'd like to take advantage of your kind offer and take my bra off now. You're sitting here comfortably, but I'm not. It's killing me. I feel so embarrassed." "Helen, don't be silly! You're our guest and we'd like you to be comfortable. wouldn't we, Carla!" I assured her. "Just take it off and you can relax. Would you like to go to our room to remove it? It's at the end of the corridor." Helen left to undress, or is that unbra, or debra, Carla slid next to me, flung her arms around me and kissed me deeply. We were still kissing when Helen returned, probably embarrassing her terribly. Ah well, such is life. Carla slid back to her end of the sofa and Helen took up her place between us. "I'm so sorry I disturbed you, girls. Would you rather I left?" "Don't be silly Helen we've got all the time in the world. Do you feel better now?" "You wouldn't believe how much better I feel. One of the problems with being very big up top, it can get very uncomfortable a lot of the time." "I'm glad you're feeling better now, Helen." I replied. "If you don't mind me commenting, your breasts may be very big, but they're also very beautiful. Your nipples and are enormous." "Thank you so much, my dear. My darling Ann used to love them too, used to love to stroke them. She used to say that they'd just pop right into her hand as she caressed them." "You mean like this?" whispered Carla, as her fingertips began to stroke a nipple, which grew under her ministrations and became even larger. "Oh my God yes, just like that!" gasped Helen. "But are you sure you really want to do that?" "She has no doubt at all." I replied as I began to stroke Helen's other nipple, coaxing it to its unusually large size and hardness under my fingers. "Oh my! Oh my!" gasped Helen. "I'd forgotten what this felt like. I'd forgotten how wonderful it feels." "We want you to enjoy it." whispered Carla. "We discussed this, and unless you have any reason not to, we'd like to make love to you, to bring back some of the happiness that's been missing from your life. We'd love to do that. Will you let us?" "Yes!" gasped Helen. "Yes! You've taken terrible advantage of me by stroking my nipples, you naughty girls. I couldn't say no even if I wanted to, and I damn sure don't want to! How did you know that my nipples are so incredibly sensitive? If you continue doing what you're doing, I'm going to cum, that's all it takes." "Ha!" I giggled. "Then you have to make another decision. Would you like to cum here, as we stroke your nipples, or would you like to come to our bedroom and get undressed, so that we can both stroke and suck them. And other things, of course." "I think I know the way." giggled Helen. "Definitely the bedroom, but I have no idea what these 'other things' could be. I guess I must have forgotten." We walked hurriedly to our bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, not ready to waste a minute. Helen lay in the middle of the bed, we were on either side of her. For a middle-aged woman, she was in good shape. A little overweight, with the beautiful big breasts I've already mentioned, several cup sizes larger than either Carla or I. They drooped some, of course they did, but were still beautiful. She didn't shave, that was very obvious, had quite a thatch of yellow hair, just beginning to turn grey. I ran my fingers through it and she moaned. "So you like that?" I giggled. "Of course I do, you idiot!" she replied with a laugh. "Don't you?" "I love it." I whispered. "But I have hair too. Carla doesn't. Can you imagine what she's missing?" "I'm not missing anything!" insisted Carla with a laugh. "You love it this way, Jill, and don't you try to tell me you don't!" "I do, I do, but listen, we're not here to compare muffs but to give Helen the best time she's had in years, because she's a nice lady and she deserves it." With this, I rolled closer and took a huge nipple into my mouth and nibbled and suckled it lustily. By God, if this is what it took to get her off, then she was going to go off like a rocket! I could sense Carla doing the same to Helen's other breast, so I was ready for fireworks. As I suckled, my fingers returned to Helen's yellow thatch, stroked her mound, found the deep slit between her swollen lips and discovered a clitoris that matched her nipples in size. It must have been nearly an inch long, thrusting out from under its hood. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, continuing to suckle her nipple as I did so, and within a minute, she exploded in a tremendous orgasm as she bucked and trembled on the bed and let out a loud scream. 'Take that, Fred Dole' I thought to myself, and immediately released Helen's nipple and clitoris as I collapsed in fits of laughter. Both women asked me anxiously if I was alright, I explained what had happened, and we all exploded with laughter. "You're terrible!" gasped Helen. "So, how did you like that?" Carla asked Helen, once we'd recovered and as we cuddled up on either side of her. Panting, breathing hard, Helen gasped. "My God, I'd forgotten how good that was! I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for that!" "Who said we were finished?" I giggled. There's an old song, Helen, 'We've Only Just Begun' remember it? Well, that's us! That's now! But now we come to the hard part. Clara and I have to toss a coin to determine who's going to go down on you, because I know we both want to." "Do I get a say?" asked Helen. There was silence for about thirty seconds. "I think that's fair." replied Clara. "So who would your choice be?" Helen thought for a minute, then replied "Can I have Jill, please?" "My pleasure!" I whispered, smiling broadly. "That means that Clara gets your tits. Both of them." Helen smiled, stretched out and spread her legs. I clambered down between them, stared at her very hairy pussy, with very large, protruding lips, both inner and outer, and closed my mouth on them, allowing my tongue to search out and caress her inner folds. She smelled very strongly, nectar to my nose, but she tasted sweet and wonderful. I sought and found what I really wanted, her clitoris, and sucked its length into my mouth, rolling it between my lips, wondering at its size. I wondered, briefly, if its extra size gave her more nerve endings, and therefore sensations, than a normal clit, because the shaking and trembling, and moans and whimpers did seem to be more than usual. Mind you, Clara was playing with her breasts, rolling her nipples, so Helen's sensations were being assaulted from all points. Her moans rose to a crescendo and with a scream, and a huge buck of her body, she came, explosively, spraying my face with streams of cum. "You're trying to kill me, you're really trying to kill me." she gasped as we all embraced and cuddled as she came down from her climax. "I really had forgotten how wonderful sex is." "Don't you masturbate?" I asked. "Every now and then, but very rarely. And it never felt like that!" "I guess you don't have any toys, then." giggled Clara. "Jill and I will have to take you out shopping soon, so you can have fun. There's really no reason why you shouldn't. At the very least, you should be able to keep Fred Dole entertained. And every so often we can all do this again, isn't that right, Jill?" "Absolutely!" I agreed. "This has been so much fun." "Darlings, I'm going to go home and literally crash." said Helen. "I'd love to stay with you, but we don't want to give good old Fred too much to yell about." We all laughed, Helen got up and dressed, including her industrial-strength bra, we escorted her to the door, kissed her goodbye and ran back to bed and into each other's arms.