Female - Restart the fire

 "I'll get the fire going again," John said.  She went to the woodbox and opened it.  "Crap.  I'm out of wood.  There's a pile out back, I'll get some from there."

   "Don't be silly!" Lori admonished.  "This is your cabin, and we're the ones who came barging in.  We'll all go out and get some wood for you.  It's the least we could do."

   "But you all just came in from the cold!" John  objected.

   "So we're still dressed for it," Glenda pointed out.  "Don't worry about it, we'll be back in a little bit, and then we can all get warm."  All five of the girls headed back out the door.

   John busied herself with getting some paper to start the fire with.  She hadn't planned on having guests, but these women needed shelter and they all seemed so nice, she didn't mind.  As an afterthought, she went into the kitchen and pulled out some bottles of brandy, pouring out six glasses for herself and her guests.

   The girls came rushing back a moment later, the snow blowing all around them.  "Wow, is it ever coming down out there!" exclaimed the blue-eyed blonde.  Sheri, if John remembered correctly.  The women all carried their loads of wood to the box, except for Briana, who took hers directly to the fireplace.  With Laura's help, she soon had the fire going.  John brought in the brandy.

   "Warm up on this inside?" John  suggested.

   "That is so nice of you!" Lori said, taking a glass.  "Mmm... the good stuff, too.  God, that fire feels so good, and I'm soaked to the skin on top of everything else."

   "We all are," Glenda said, pulling off a sweater that hung heavy with moisture.

   The girls discarded their outer clothes quickly, piling them up in the corner.  John wasn't sure how she felt about having five perfect strangers stripping down to their underwear in her living room, but she could hardly expect them to hang around in wet clothes.  She also couldn't help but notice how very beautiful they all were, with nicely toned bodies all around.  She began to feel like the odd one out, still dressed.

   "Um," John said, "as long as we're all getting comfortable, perhaps you won't mind if I go change into my nightclothes?"

   "It's your place," Laura said, settling into the love seat.  Sheri sat next to her, and the rest of the girls found places around the fire.  John noticed that they had left the center seat on the sofa empty, presumably for her.

   John went into her bedroom and quickly stripped out of her clothes, then selected a lacy white lingerie set and a silk robe.  She even touched up her makeup, not being sure why, unless it was because she found herself suddenly surrounded by pretty women and wanted to hold her own, so to speak.

   When she returned to the living room...