As Derek’s cock slipped free of her pussy with a little wet squelch Kristina gasped softly. Her eyes were returned to the underColor under for a few moments then she scanned the room for a clock. When she eventually found what she was searching for, another gasp, this time the sound of remembering something important that had been forgotten. It was fourteen before midnight! Kristina suddenly found energy that even she didn't know she had. She rolled over then threw her legs over the side of the bed. Still stark naked, she went to her small purse that had been left with her jeans and t-shirt and opened it and began rummaging for something. It was a small purse, not much larger than a wallet with a strap, there was little room for anything to hide in there. Kristina's hand came out holding a very small pair of folded scissors. With scissors in hand, she picked up the underColor underwear and carefully snipped off the tag on both the bra and panties before dropping the tags in the trash.<br/><br/>Kristina turned to look at Derek. He would of course be watching her. Not only was she naked, but she was also acting quite peculiar. The blonde shrugged then folded her arms to cover her breasts. "What? It was in the agreement," she said like that would actually mean anything to her friend. Then slowly, Kristina started to put the underwear back on. It wasn't the cleanest, nor was it the most practical with the opening in the gusset, but it was better than nothing.<br/><br/>"Do you think that you could take me home Dee?" she asked as she continued to dress in her mom jeans and t-shirt. Her cardigan had been left at the bar, but she didn't even remember that. Once fully dressed, Kristina stood awkwardly by the sofa that she and Derek had fucked on while she wait for him to get ready for them to leave.