For the third night in a row Kristine Kochanski was exhausted but she couldn't sleep. She knew leaving him like that was possibly the silliest thing she'd done in a while. She wanted more from him, at least some kisses and cuddles if nothing else. She'd blown it now. Or had she? Kriss got up straight away. She was feeling rather generous. So very quietly so as not to wake Kryten (her roommate) she delve into her 'Personal Box' and pulled out some lacy pink silk knickers and matching bra and vest, slipped her silk pink dressing gown overtop and her pink, strappy stiletto-heeled sandals on and tiptoed out of the door and down the corridor. She healed her head high and with every step felt sexier and sexier. As every second went by she thought more and more about Arnold and decided that she thought he was very, very sexy.
She quietly tapped on Arnold's door, when he opened it he couldn't' believe it was her. He'd thought he'd blown it.
"Kriss?" Arnold asked, puzzled and rubbing his eyes to check this was really happening "what are you doing here, looking, like, that?" she walked into the room and opened her dressing gown, just a little, but enough that Arnold caught a glimpse of her perfectly formed, pale, smooth legs. He swallowed and asked again "Kristine, what are you doing here, dressed like that?" Again she carried on with what she was doing not saying a word.
Kriss opened her dressing gown completely and let it flow behind her as she glided across Arnold's bedroom and into the kitchen where she saw his fridge. She buried her head in it and stayed for quite a while, Arnold thought she was having second thoughts, and he was right. She looked into the fridge and felt the cold on her cheeks. She was thinking to herself and asking some questions. Did she really want this? What would Dave say? What would Arnold say? And probably most importantly, what would her conscience say? She decided to go for it. Why not, she hadn't had any in ages and at this moment in time it felt like the best thing to do.
Panic struck her, how would she explain burying herself in the fridge for five minutes, then she saw, chilled white wine. She pulled it out of the fridge and finally said something to Arnold.
"Shall we" she gestured towards the wine "I'm parched" he nodded, didn't really know what else to do. Arnold was just standing in the middle of the room, mouth wide open. "Are you just going to stare at me?" she giggled softly "or are you gonna get some glasses, we can't just drink it out of the bottle, can we?" Arnold shook his head and reached for glasses. As Kriss poured the wine Arnold spoke up
"Kristine," he demanded "why are you doing this, is this some kind of dare with Yvonne and Dave?"
Yvonne was Kriss' best friend who Arnold had been with once for eleven minutes (and that included the time it took to eat the pizza). Kriss thought about her answer before making a fool of herself.
"She doesn't know anything about this" she giggled, "no one does" and with that she kissed him.
After a while she stopped and sat on his bed.
"Are you going to come over here then" she asked as she pulled off her dressing gown and vest. Now all Kristine Kochanski was wearing was a very skimpy bra and very lacy knickers. Arnold couldn't resist this, he had always thought of her as sexy but now there was nothing he could do to stop himself. He engaged autopilot and wandered over to the bed and sat down next to Kriss.
"Before we do this," he enquired, "I want to ask one question!"
"Fire away" Kriss answered, "I've got nothing to hide"
"Do you really want this, with me or am I just an easy lay?"
"I really want this, with you" she confessed, "to be honest there's nothing I want more"
Arnold relented and started kissing her.