Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

she shook her head, grabbed my hand and led me to the walk in closet which was surprisingly already arranged with all my new clothes which were freshly washed. When did that happen? "Here, wear this!" She said handing me one of the purple shorts that I bought so I could wear inside flared dresses. "That's literally a thigh cling. I'm not walking around in that!" I defiantly started. "This is a short honey it's not a thigh cling, now wear it or we will be late," "No I'm not going to walk around naked!" I said again sitting on the floor and crossing my arms. She wasn't expecting me to wear something that shows my thighs was she?

“Sweaters and pioneer skirts?” I laugh, although it’s not funny, and shake my head. “The majority of it, yes,” I say, shoving a pair of stockings into the top drawer before slamming it shut. “But it’s not everything.” Nibbling my lip, I pull out the remainder of my clothes, the ones that had been safely hidden beneath Sadie’s mess of crap. A glittery, spaghetti strap top with the word Dance scrolled across the front, as well as a pair of fishnet stockings, frayed denim shorts that make my ass look good, and a pair of ballet flats that would have given Sadie a stroke if she’d seen them. As I drape my outfit over the bed, Tara’s eyes light up.

I love tight and short clothes, but I love how my body looks, and you know the saying ‘if you got it flaunt it’ well, I love flaunting it. But Ivy isn’t me, and she’s gone through some hard times. She doesn’t feel as confident and comfortable in her skin as I do. And she certainly doesn't like showing skin. Knowing that I made sure the shorts, skirts, and dresses I passed to her weren’t too short, and the tops weren’t too revealing either.

Something that was more me, and when I did, I bought every color they had. They're not like the ones I usually see guys wearing, the kind that are loose, baggy, and hang down to your knees. These are different; they're short. Very short. They stop just below my butt cheeks, and are tight, showing off my butt. They're colorful and have a little slit on the sides that shows a little more skin, and makes me feel pretty. They're more feminine, more me. As I walk toward everyone, they say hi, and no one bats an eye at what I'm wearing. It's like they've seen me wear something like this a million times, and they've already accepted it.

It was high time I told him about Skylar "Ice cream ice cream!'' We didn't even reach the spot we took for our little outing when Skylar left her two adorable friends and came running to us. She was so cute in her little pink Jean shorts and a cute strapped shirt showing off her belly. I decided to make her wear some cute sparkly blue canvas to go with the outfit and her hair in one bun with strands falling to the sides of her face

“They always wear their gym clothes to show off some skin. It’s technically against dress code, but the school twerks for their parents. Literally.” Tammy stuck a piece of imaginary gum in her mouth, chewed noisily, and flipped her hair over one shoulder. “I’m Sarah. I love short shorts and lip fillers. Can you guess what else I like?” she mimicked in a mocking voice. Emma burst into laughter, hiccupping between bites of her dry sandwich. “She might be a little cranky,” Tammy added, her voice low. “Don’t mind her one bit. All that’s in her empty head is to be chosen—”

Ass round and clearly not stucked enough into her shorts. Only then did I realise what she actually had on. A fucking bum shorts and a baggy shirt from nowhere. Transparent too. Fuck! "How did I not see you all this time?"

Kandy gets up from the floor and climbs up into the couch, curling up on it without a word as she keeps her eyes on the window. Lightening flashes and I get to see more of the beauty beside me. She is wearing another one of my clothes and one of those tiny shorts she seems to have a thing for and again, she's wearing them without panties so I can see a lot more than I am supposed to. Her supple ass is barely covered in those wet dream inducting shorts and I see how the smooth skin of her thighs are calling out for my touch. As if giving me a silent show, Kandy moves slightly and her shirt rides up to show me a sliver of her flat stomach.

“That’s why we brought spare clothes!” Margo handed him a bag. He opened it. Stared. And said: “I’m not wearing this.” Liana leaned over. “It has flamingos!” Slade stared at the pink flamingo swim shorts like they personally offended every molecule of his existence. “I would rather drown.” Margo patted his arm. “Good. You’ll look cute.” He glared at all of us. Then at me. “You think this is funny.” “A little,” I admitted. His eyes narrowed.

It was a different club than the one we belong to now. Being that it was a Luau theme party, she was only wearing a small flowery wrap type mini skirt and a tube type top that left the bottom of her tummy bare. Her shoes were low heeled strappy sandals with a strap between her toes. They were kind of a casual to dressy flip flops if you will. I will never forget how sexy she was. She likes her toes brightly painted and loves sexy feet. Her hair was up at the beginning with flowers in her hair. I admit that she had an, "I'm fuckable" look to her. Her look said "I'm sexy and I know it." Her skirt was short enough that her panties could almost be seen if she bent over.