Deciding what to wear was even harder than normal because Kristina didn't exactly want to show off her new, risqué underwear. That meant skirts and dresses were out, and with nothing covering her pussy, tight-fitting pants were out too. Thankfully she had just invested in a pair of mom jeans and pulled them on as quickly as she could after she found them. In her jeans and that tiny, silky bra she fished around for a shirt that would hide both the vibrant color of the bra and her nipples that seemed out of control with that sensuous silk pressed to them. That could be the only reason why her nipples had been at least semi-erect ever since putting the bra on.<br/><br/>Kristina was trying on her third t-shirt when Derek's shadow was cast through the door as he moved to enter her room to hurry her up. Kristina had been standing back to the door when she realised that there was someone there and quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head and down her body, ramming her arms in while somewhere in the garment the stitching complained. Praying that whoever it was had only seen the back of the bra she turned to see who it was, but she had kind of already guessed. Derek was the most likely to enter her room and was large enough to cast block that much light through the door.<br/><br/>A sigh of relief came when she saw it was her friend from school but her heart didn't stop pounding after the fright as she looked up at her much taller friend. "Fuck Derek! Don't you know guys shouldn't go into a girl's room all on their own?" Kristina was comfortable with Derek and the five-foot four-inch blonde wasn't scared in giving her friend a telling off. "get out, I'm nearly ready," she ordered with her hands on her hips. Kristina hadn't checked that shirt and never realised that her nipples were plain to see through the pale pink t-shirt as was a lot of the cut and color of the bra.<br/><br/>Being too late to change now that the ride to the party was there, Kristina grabbed a small, white cardigan and put it on as she walked out into her living room looking for Derek. When she saw the underColor stuff on the table her heart skipped a beat. There was nothing wrong with doing the trial, but she was shy and liked some things to be private. "Hey Mr Impatient, I'm ready," she said as she looked around for her friend as she gathered her phone, keys etc and stuffed them in her small purse.