The roof

Bill landed on a slope of- were those tiles? Hastily she grabbed at it, getting her balance, cheeks burning when she felt the wind on her bare back. Oh god, she was outside.

No, if she was outside then it was somewhere quiet, she could trust Heather. She swallowed.

And heard laughing. Awkwardly, Bill squirmed, pushing herself up a little to get a better view of her surroundings. Heather was a little way above her, at the top of the tiled slope.

"Not funny," Bill mumbled.

"It was a little funny," Heather said.

Bill's cheeks burned.

Then she shifted and, before she could reply, realised where she was. Wait...

She was still on Earth. For that matter it seemed like she was still on the same street; she knew that house over there, and there, and...

They were on the roof of her house. Bill squealed, hurriedly trying to first get her balance by going up higher, then realising that being high and in view and stark naked was not the best place to be, she had to content herself by gripping onto the tiles and pressing her tits to the roof.

And then just praying no one got the urge to look up at the top of the house, or they'd get far too good a view of her ass.

"Heather!" Bill whispered incredulously, now paranoid about drawing attention.

She looked up; at least her girlfriend looked apologetic.

"That was a lot of jumps," Heather said. "In a short time. It usually takes me a couple of minutes to recover. This was as far as I could get."

Oh. Bill clung to the roof desperately, squeaking slightly as she felt the wind on her bare skin.

"I thought you'd prefer to go up, rather than end up in another room or outside," Heather said.

"Y-yeah," Bill said, whimpering at just the thought. "Smart move." She swallowed. "So, um, how long before..."

"A few minutes," Heather said. "More if you want me to be able to jump again quickly when we're there."

Right. Minutes. Stark naked on a rooftop with her ass on display; she just prayed she didn't fall.

Not the most encouraging start to an eternity.