Bathing

Sated, the girls quickly drifted into slumber, untroubled by further dreams but glowing with bliss. When the convent bells woke them they found themselves cuddled in each others arms, and with little murmurs of embarrassed unease, rolled out of bed and dressed, pulling on the simple cotton shifts they had worn yesterday.

With nervous glances at each other, remembering the gasping pleasure of their bodies, they left their room, making their way to the communal baths. There they found their friends and the sisters of the convent washing and bathing in various stages of undress, and they slipped the shifts over their heads and began to clean themselves.

Glancing furtively about, they realised that the nuns of the convent were young, many of them only year or two older than themselves. Even the oldest of them looked no more than thirty, and out of their habits and nearly naked they looked younger still.

In a few minutes they had bathed and dressed again in their cotton shifts, following the sisters to the dining hall for the morning meal.