<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Bethany never squeaked. Or at least, she didn’t believe she had but a sound perilously close to such a label caught in her throat when Ardy ruffled her hair and had a laugh welling in the throat in response. This was why she wanted to make the offer she did to Ardelia, because she made her laugh, because she pushed her out of her comfort zone but showed her at the same time it was safe to trust that the other girl wasn’t going to reject her for not having the perfect response on hand for it. To be fair, Colin provided a way out of her comfort zones as well at times but he was also fairly protective and when she had first met him it had been about recovering herself. <br/><br/>This was something completely new, because Beth had never had a friend who would ruffle her hair or roll her eyes at her, who would be so blunt and yet kind at the same time. It was enough to replace the smile on her lips, one that went all the way up to her eyes and had her all but glowing in a way that normally only her fiancé saw. She was terribly private about things like emotions, yet Ardy got under the shields, helped remove the mask. <br/><br/>“Oh..” the word was soft, with that smile, “Okay then.” Relief tinted her assent, though she hadn’t expected for Ardy to proceed by stripping off the hoody and revealing she had nothing on beneath it. <br/><br/>For a moment all the brunette could do was stand there, one hand on the railing of the stair and stare wide eyed at her friend. The type of confidence to flaunt her body like <em>that</em> had never been hers, for heavens sake she had only ever wore a one piece swim suit and even doing racy under things was a big step for her. Though to be fair to Colin he had totally made the investment in that black lace thong and bra set worth it. Only why was she thinking about that while staring at her friend? Why was she wondering if Ardy liked silk or lace more? Did girl friends talk about things like that? Favorite underwear? <br/><br/>Blushing she finally adverted her gaze, though of course she ended up admiring the slope of Ardy’s ass, and then the tone of her legs. Ardy had curves to her, where Beth’s strictly monitored diet and exercise routine as well as natural genetics left her willowy. After the… time in the hospital she had been a little heavier, but that weight had been regulated back to the physician provided ‘ideal’ for her size. Looking at the younger girl it seemed there were other ideals. “I um… right.” A cough, trying to clear her throat and the older woman moved toward the little laundry room directly off the stair, more an alcove then anything. But there was the laundry basket, a light blue whicker that she always had for her jeans and it was easy to pull out the pair she had been thinking of, tossing them over to the teen without looking. <br/><br/>She wasn’t sure how she would respond if there were no panties as well as no bra. In fact she felt a touch oddly flushed. Above the washer and dryer was a self with a tote bag with some clothing she was iffy on, and tugging it down the black top she had intended was right on the top. A little bit of digging and a lacy red bra that had seemed a bit garish to her, and that she had never shown to Colin, was found and added to the bundle as well. Keeping her eyes politely averted she moved toward her friend, hands out offering the bra and shirt. “I think your… your bosom is a little larger then mine, but it should still look okay. Feel free to keep the bra as well, it.. well it didn’t really suit.”</span></span><br/>