At Her Apartment

Caitlyn opened her apartment door, and bustled inside to get away from the rain. “Damned weatherman...” she cursed under her breath, as she placed her mostly dry bags down near the now closed door. She quickly removed her dark green jacket, which was drenched from the rainwater. Caitlyn looked down at her feet, to see water dripping off of her body as if it were coming straight from the faucet. She cursed again under her breath as she pulled the orange athletic shirt over her head, revealing a stark white bra which was just as wet as the clothes she had just taken off.

“Sunny skies! All day today!” Caitlyn said to herself sarcastically, mimicking the weatherman’s cheery tone. “Be sure to get outside and soak up those rays!” She continued, rolling her eyes as she unbuckled the belt around her jeans. Caitlyn discarded the belt next to her bags, and pushed the drenched jeans down her pale-white legs. The movement only caused them to squish more water out of the material, further soaking her already drenched shoes and socks. She removed her socks and shoes in quick, fluid motion. Her pants soon joined her shirt in the wet mass of her clothes, and shoes.

Caitlyn stood straight, now dressed in just her classic white bra and matching bikini panties. She took a deep breath, already feeling less disgustingly soaked. “Much better!” She thought to herself, hands on her hips. She suddenly remembered that her roommates may be home, and called out a loud “Hello??”

Hearing no response, Caitlyn shrugged and picked up her wet clothes with a scoop of her hands. “Not like it would have mattered much anyways.” Caitlyn thought dismissively. She normally didn’t parade around the apartment in just her underwear, but Caitlyn was sure the circumstances gave her more than enough reason for it.

Caitlyn moved across the wide, open living area towards her room. Being a first year college student, Caitlyn was barely able to afford the 4 person arrangement she and a few friends from the swim team had managed to come by. While it gave them each their own desk, bedroom, and closet to use, Caitlyn still felt cramped at times. The kitchen (while nice in the luxuries it possessed) was small, and barely had enough room in it to sustain preparing a meal. There also was only one bathroom, so all the girls had to share the same bathroom connected to the living area. The main living area (which held the doorways to every bedroom) was barely the size of a small garage. Caitlyn often did her work in the living room, but faced countless distractions from her roommates as they milled about if they were all at the apartment at once.

Caitlyn often appreciated the little amounts of alone-time she could manage at the apartment. She smiled, and fished her keys out of her pocket, and scooped her wet clothes off of the floor. A quick walk towards her door and a turn of the knob later, she was inside her room. She dropped her clothes inside the laundry basket near her door effortlessly, and threw her keys towards the bed. “Well at least I’m not wearing any wet clothes anymore!” She thought to herself. She still felt soaked, and small droplets of water were still present on her skin from the downpour she had experienced on her way from the bus stop.