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It was feeling a little cool in my apartment. Instinctively, I reached into the laundry basket. I’d finished doing laundry down the hall in the communal laundry room, and everything was still warm. I found my hoodie and pulled it on.
Something was different. Not wrong, but different. This was too big. Well, it was bigger than what I normally wore, by at least two or three sizes. But I liked it. There was a lot of appeal to it going down almost to my knees, or my hands not being able to fully poke out of the sleeves. I pulled the hood up, and my head disappeared into it as it flopped over, covering my face.
I loved it. I needed one this big. No, check that. I needed this one.
I could just keep it, but that would be stealing. Also, the owner might see me in it, which would be hard to explain. The emblem on the front was for the college that the guy in apartment 234 down the hall had gone to and one that I had no connection to. I could claim I had bought my own. It’s a big enough college and popular outside of its students and alumni. But the emblem and the hoodie overall were gently worn in a very distinctive but endearing way.
I sighed. There was only one thing to do, of course.
I reluctantly took it off and folded it up neatly. Then I grabbed my keys and headed down the hall to his apartment.
Conveniently, he was at home when I knocked. He seemed surprised to have someone visit him, and even more so that it was me. We hadn’t interacted much other than passing in the hallway or occasionally occupying the laundry room at the same time once or twice. He was a quiet guy, although not quiet in a way that someone in those true crime stories I loved always seemed to be. He had a small studio apartment. There never seemed to be anyone visiting him, so I guess he didn’t have a girlfriend then.
I gestured vaguely with his folded-up hoodie in one hand. “You must have left this in the washer or dryer earlier today.”
Before he could respond, I brushed past him into the room. “So this is what the studio floor plan looks like? It’s nice.”
He seemed surprised, both at me just walking in and at me having his hoodie. He kept the door held open.
“Um, yeah,” he said, nodding at a basket of folded clothes on the small kitchen table. It was separated from his bed by only a few feet. The bed was small but neatly made up. Who made their beds up so nicely on a regular basis? Or did he wash his sheets today as well?
I set the hoodie down on the table, next to the laundry basket. “I wore it accidentally. I didn’t realize it wasn’t mine at first.” I turned back towards him. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He smiled, still holding the door open. It wasn’t that he was urging me to go. I think he was more thinking of my well-being or the optics of the situation. It was kind of sweet, really.
“Oh,” I said suddenly. “By the way, I was about to go grab a bite to eat. But I hate to eat alone. If you’re not doing anything, would you like to get some food?”
I let him process that. I set down my keys on top of the hoodie, then pulled out my phone. “It’s happy hour down the street. Two-for-one drinks, if you don't mind some alcohol. I certainly don’t, although I hate drinking alone even more than eating alone.”
His face actually lit up. Maybe he was lonely. Or maybe it was hunger or thirst? “Sure, that sounds like fun,” he said. He checked his pockets, presumably for things such as keys, wallet and phone. I walked over to the still-open door, letting him shut and lock it behind us as we left.
Two hours, one appetizer, two entrees, a shared dessert, and a total of six drinks between us, and we made it back to his apartment.
As the door opened, I looked around. “Ah, there they are.”
I walked over to the kitchen table, picking up my keys triumphantly. He had let the door shut quietly behind us as we came in. A lot had happened in those last few hours. Despite the drinks, we weren’t all that drunk. I think it was more that we’d had a chance to talk and weren’t the almost complete strangers we had been before we went out for a meal together. He’d insisted on paying, but I had covered the tip. He’d agreed to that readily enough. I kind of saw both as green flags, at least in my worldview. I wasn’t concerned now that he had shut the door. We were practically old friends.
I walked over to him. “I had fun,” I said, smiling. “We should definitely do that again. Like I said, I do really hate going out alone.”
He smiled contentedly. “I’d like that.”
That’s when I leaned up to kiss him.
He seemed surprised, but not unhappy about it. Some guys seem to expect that a girl is ready to jump into bed with them just because they smiled in their direction. I’d been subtly flirting with him for the last part of our outing, but somehow he had missed that. He’d clearly been happy with the attention and company. And very happy with the kiss.
I kept kissing him, guiding him over to his bed. I was being aggressive, but I’m a girl who knows what she wants and how to get it. He came along quite easily.
He hesitated as I started unzipping his pants. “You aren’t a little too buzzed, are you?”
I smiled. Another green flag. “The happy hour drinks are always a little watered-down,” I told him. “And I do know how to hold my… liquor.”
The dramatic pause came just as my hand was wrapping itself around his cock. He wasn’t all that hard, because apparently he hadn’t been thinking about boning me for the last two hours like some other guys might have. I believe my kiss initiated the process, and my hand carried it forward.
The rest of his clothes and mine quickly followed. I lay down in his bed languidly. The sheets were soft, although they didn’t have the newly washed smell of detergent and possibly fabric softener. He did make his bed every day. I almost regretted that we were going to mess it up so badly.
Without having to be coaxed, he put his head between my thighs. For the second time that day, he ate out. He was really good, too. When I had loudly finished, he took care of the tip, guiding it up and into me as I lustfully urged him to fuck me.
He was more than adequate at that, too. I think that it might have been a while since he’d gotten laid, which was a shame. Well, I was fixing that and doing at least as good a job as he was. But I was motivated to make him enjoy it. To enjoy me. I used all my best tricks on him through words and movements.
We came together, although not until after we’d burned off the appetizer and part of that dessert as calories. I’d cum twice at that point, to his one orgasm, so that technically made me the winner.
He held me afterward and didn’t fall asleep, both of which were also green flags. Like his hoodie, he was a big comforting presence when wrapped around me.
Eventually, I sighed. “I suppose I should get back home. I still need to fold my laundry, and I promised my mom a video call.” I glanced at the clock. “Shit, that was supposed to be half an hour ago.”
I gave him an apologetic kiss and scrambled out of the bed. He followed, a little slower, putting on his underwear and pulling on his jeans, then helpfully assisted in locating the more carelessly discarded items of my clothing.
“Um, where’s my shirt?” I said, looking around confused. “I need to get back to my room. Mom probably is ready to call the police for a wellness check.”
He paused his search and looked at me momentarily before his eyes moved from me to his kitchen table just behind me.
“Just throw on my hoodie,” he said helpfully.
I shook my head. “Oh, I couldn’t. That’s yours.”
He walked over, picking up the hoodie himself and handing it to me. “Please. I’d love for you to wear it. I’m sure you’ll look better in it than I ever did.”
I glanced at him before looking down at the offering. “Well, if you don’t mind,” I replied, taking the hoodie and pulling it on again.
Then I looked up at him mischievously, the little woman in the big hoodie. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?”
He looked surprised again, although not in a bad way. He started to say something, but I put my finger over his lips.
“Don’t worry,” I said teasingly. “We can figure that out later.” I replaced my fingertips with my lips, giving him another little bit of sweet dessert before I reluctantly turned towards the door.
He unlocked the door and held it open for me as I left. I hurried back to my room but stopped as I stood in front of the door, smiling and waving at him cheerfully. Then I had the door unlocked and was back inside. I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I caught my breath.
Hmm. Maybe I should actually call Mom tonight. Tomorrow, I should go back and retrieve my shirt from where I had tucked it under his mattress when he was distracted.
He really wasn’t that bad of a guy. I think I would even enjoy being his girlfriend for a bit.
But his hoodie? The one that I would lay permanent claim to more and more each day as his girlfriend? I would enjoy that for far longer.