She woke up before you:

You wake up to the sound of Krista’s computer, you roll over and see her wearing a light robe staring intently at the screen, but you can’t quite make out what she’s looking at.

You sit up and rub your eyes, your head is pounding and the night before a little hazy. Then suddenly you remember that you are very much naked, the memories of last night flood back into your head and you slowly lay back down, squeezing your eyes shut trying to will it all to have been a dream.

“Good morning,” Krista says quietly from her computer, “How are you feeling?”

“Uhhhhggggg,” you eloquently respond.

“Yeah I’m feeling a bit rough too.”

“I’m so sorry for, well, everything I did last night. I know being drunk isn’t a good excuse but I am really sorry.”

“Hey don’t worry about it,” She gets up and you feel her sit down on the bed by you, “I had a pretty great time actually. And honestly, I kind of needed that, all the weirdness, the closeness, just getting to relax around you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I think I might want to crawl into a cave and die.”

“You really didn’t enjoy any part of that?” she asks. It’s subtle, but the cheer in her voice faded a little.

You rub your face, partially because your head hurt, but mostly to cover that you were blushing, “Well, there were a few parts…”

“Oh yeah?” her voice returned to normal, “and what part would that be? My mom thinking I was about to give you a blow job orrr..”

“Oh god, I hadn’t even started thinking about that yet. Please just kill me. End my life.”

“And be the only one who has to live with that? No thanks,” she says laughing as she stands and walks over to her closet. A second later she sets a robe on you, “your clothes are in the dryer, so I figured I could give you something to cover up with if you want.”

“Thank you,” you say, pulling the robe under the covers, and fumbling around until you’re wrapped in the soft fabric.

“So I had an idea this morning,” Krista says, turning away as her own face turns a light pink.

“What was it?”

“Well, and you can say no and I’ll still help you out this week. But I figured maybe I can spot you some money for rent, and in exchange you could do something for me?”

“What did you have in mind?” you felt a bit guilty accepting money from your best friend, but at the same time doing something for her seemed a whole lot better than getting a new rule from your mom.

“It's dumb actually, I can just give you the money…” she says, turning her back to you.

“No I don’t want to just take your money, I’ll feel guilty if I don’t do something in exchange. What do you want me to do?”

She’s silent for a moment, then she sighs, “It really is stupid. It’s just, I guess I thought you looked kinda cute in the bra and panties yesterday. So I was wondering if you’d be willing to maybe take a few pictures wearing outfits for me?”