Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

“Yes, this one.” I snatched it from her and turned to look in the mirror, holding it up to me. “Jeans or shorts?” I asked, giving in to the fact I was going. “Shorts,” Khloe said. “Definitely shorts. Those ones with the fringes.” I groaned. “Those are kind of short.” “Exactly,” Julia said. “They make your legs look long. They’re perfect. You can wear the wedges with them and really make your legs look long.”

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 smile and add it to the basket. When I return to the front of the store, Griffen’s already there, leaning awkwardly against the end of a display. He’s holding his basket, and he straightens when he sees me, trying not to look too eager. We silently exchange baskets like an awkward gift swap. I peer into mine. The first item is a simple blue tank top, just a shade darker than the dress from earlier. Griffen's favorite color. A smile tugs at my lips. The second item is a pair of soft cotton shorts, black with little silver moons and stars printed all over them. I laugh, unable to help myself. “You think I’d like these?”

"I'm not wearing your clothes." "You're welcome to go topless," Greyson smirked. Indianna narrowed her eyes at him before spinning around and walking back into the bathroom. She dropped the towel and quickly changed. She was wearing a pair of Brooke's denim shorts that were slightly too short for her liking and Greyson's jumper, which was so oversized it almost covered the shorts completely. She had to admit, it was comfortable. Indianna stared at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her damp hair. Her mark was clearly visible, and she narrowed her eyes, attempting to hide it beneath the jumper.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

She has the kind of lips other women pay to have, but everything about Violeta is natural. “That ass would look good on my face,” Andy says, and I have the urge to backhand him across his mouth. Instead, my eyes go to what he’s talking about and then I have the image of her round bubble butt smothering me to death. Fuck, that’s the way I’d want to die. It doesn’t help that she's got on tight booty shorts that are cut right at the cheek. It makes her thighs look thick, like I could dig my fingers into them. She’s wearing a T-shirt, which thankfully hides her big tits, because I couldn’t be responsible for their lives if they said something about that.

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.

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.