15 Funny Short Stories Novels & Stories

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

I made my way to his room, which was right beside the study, and walked in, searching as fast as I could for a key. I found a bunch of keys in his drawer and decided to try everything until one of them miraculously opened the freaking door. I tried the first key. Nothing. “Stupid key!” I muttered in annoyance and tried the second key, with the same results. There were about sixteen keys in this bunch and none of them were opening the damn door. I stared at the last key in my hand like it was my salvation. Then I pushed it in and turned the lock. Static. It still didn't work. I groaned in frustration and leaned against the door, ready to cry when the door pushed open and I fell in.

"One of my roommates was really wild. She would always manage to smuggle something in to spike the punch or get drunk and do something crazy. One time she tried to organize an 'underwear identity' party where the girls would put a pair of their underwear on one of the hall lights. The guests were supposed to guess which pair of underwear belonged to a particular girl and get a kiss if they were right." She giggled and continued "Well one of the girls down the hall wanted no part of it. 'You'll burn in Hell for this!' and all that. Someone got hold of a pair of her underwear and when she came out of her room to escape before the party started, my roommate grabbed the underwear and screamed "I

I don't really care, so I choose a random funny movie. We watch it silently for about ten minutes, none of it makes sense, it's funny but I don't get it. I can't get it, not when he's sitting right there. “Fuck it” I say under my breath and turn my head to him. “Look, Jason…about tonight in the bathroom” I start, my cheeks heating up at the mention of the thought that has been plaguing my mind all day long. “We don't have to talk about it” he says and I shake my head stubborn.

They started competing right there, throwing dumb jokes and teasing at me like I was the prize. Rowan told some filthy story about a girl from last summer that had me choking on my drink because of how detailed he got about her moaning his name while he fucked her from behind. Ryker topped it with one about sneaking into the locker room after practice and getting his dick sucked by two cheerleaders at once. “Swear to God,” Ryker said, eyes locked on mine. “One on her knees, the other licking my balls while I face-fucked the first.

Her cuteness made his smile returned and he went to help the old lady preparing the next order. In front of the parlor, the crowds clapped their hands and laughed. They were very entertained Jai’s story about the orphanage children in the mausoleum. Not only that, he also told them a fairy tale from his previous world, the one with the glass shoes and fairy godmother, and everyone seemed very interested. Of course, he told these stories while showing them a bit of his sparks in certain anecdotes. This was to surprise them and get their interest to stay, and they were, they did.

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

Before moving to another page, a black, net–like pants slipped from the novel and landed on his thighs. With a smile, Ann compensated that by quickly probing her tongue inside his mouth and rolled his lips. Despite the crowd, her move was passionate and determined to stir his juices off his balls. Immediately after parting lips, Anderson sighed pleasurably and chuckled. Frowning, Ann asked, somehow displeased, “Did I say something funny?” “No! You made me remember something stupid–sometimes back, a lady told me that the first time shouldn't be pleasurable–” With that, they cracked up simultaneously.