Sunday. Even the usually noisy student accommodation building was quiet. This was because a good majority of the residents had been up to all hours enjoying their weekends as young people of that age did. Parties, drinking, all-night gaming... fucking, everyone had their own vices and activities that they enjoyed. The twenty-year-old blonde beginning to rouse in her sleep had had a very big evening but it seemed that her body was adequately rested and she began coming out of sleep slowly on her own terms. Kristina's eyes fluttered letting in a little light from her rather dim bedroom. She had the blankets pulled up under her chin as she enjoyed that quiet, relaxing time between sleep and waking.<br/><br/>That blissful time ended abruptly when Kristina's eyes snapped open. Looking confused, she slowly lifted the blanket and looked beneath. "What the?!" she muttered to herself at the shock that she was completely naked. Never in her life could she remember waking up stark naked. She always wore her pyjamas, always! (Except for a few occasions that she had drunk a little too much and a friend had put her to bed in her clothes,). She pulled the blankets back up and started running a mental inventory of the previous night. She assumed it was the shock of waking up and being so surprised, but the events seemed to come back to her jumbled and out of order. She went for a drive with Derek, there was the underwear delivery in the morning, the bar for Amber’s birthday, she took the photos for the underColor app, Derek barged in while she was changing, and so on details of the day came back to her in pieces.<br/><br/>When she had finally thought the day through she had remembered most of it accurately up until the bar. She remembered the dizzy spell and Derek taking her the long way home on the drive home. That was to be expected. It was no secret that he had a massive crush on her. With her mind straight, Kristina rose, put on some boring, comfy cotton underwear, her pyjamas and robe then went to the kitchen to put the coffee maker on. The pick carton sitting by the trash can reminded her that there should be a new delivery on the front step (if some light-fingered neighbour hadn't thieved it on their way home in the early hours of the morning). This hadn't happened, and Kristina found a box that was much smaller than the previous days. She took the box inside, set it on her table then made her coffee.<br/><br/>Finally, coffee in hand, Kristina sat to open the box containing the underwear that she was to wear that day. She was more than a little nervous. The underwear had been so small and sexy the day before, and that had been in a big carton. What would she do if this was just a thong or something? She sipped her coffee to gain the courage to open the box, pulling the tab that ripped open the container.<br/><br/>"Well, it is Sunday. A day in if it's something like yesterday...or worse," she chuckled to herself and peered into the box.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 9px">And now I would like to welcome <a class="username" data-user-id="42742" data-username="@skywalker58801" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/42742/">@skywalker58801</a> to the story. Thank you to both <a class="username" data-user-id="41919" data-username="@captain_bond" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41919/">@captain_bond</a> and <a class="username" data-user-id="43412" data-username="@theWatcher" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/43412/">@theWatcher</a> for "taking care" of Kristina in the first day of her program. I'm looking forward to playing with you both again soon ;P</span>