Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

"Back off, ladies! Leave this old man alone. It's not like you haven't seen others before!" But the more I tried to keep them away, the more enthusiastic they became. They even reached out to grab my shorts. "We've seen no other men around here! This place is practically a nunnery! There are no men!" They tugged at my shorts, but I tugged back even harder. "Wait, wait, don't do that, ladies! These shorts aren't thin—" There was a loud rip. My shorts were torn, revealing the large boxers underneath. Francine and her roommates gaped at my groin in awe.

I can't hold back the scoff as I finished reading this. " I'm wearing nice shorts that come down close to my knees , the top I'm wearing isn't showing boob or belly. Sure my legs are bare but it's hot out and I was on the beach! " It's not like I'm wearing booty shorts or even a crop top.

With a little bit of wriggling, I slid it on. Just like in the store, it fits perfectly. The feminine flounce at the neckline makes it kind of look like I have boobs worth noticing, and the shorts don’t pinch or hit at the dreaded mom-short length. I might actually look cute. I twist in the mirror a couple of times. Okay, yeah. I can wear this.

you said, finally breaking into a smile. "Hey," she said, and came in for a hug. She was wearing a pair of preppy jean booty shorts that hugged her tight body, and a summery tank top that showed the outline of her bra, along with flip flops, and your sunglasses perched on top of her head.

“Are you going to get in there or have you changed your mind already? You just going to stare at it all day instead?” Heath's voice startles her and she turns her head to find him standing beside her. He looks magnificent in nothing but a pair of almost too short swimming shorts. "I'm getting in." Kimmy gives a genuine smile at his attire. The shorts are sun yellow and a cyan blue, swirled together, with tiny hot pink flamingos and green sea turtles scattered about. They are atrociously garish shorts and they do not match his staid personality in the least, making Kimmy's amusement all the more hilarious.

she mutters as I stride out to the gym, where half the guys are already dressed and shooting hoops off in the corner. "Mrs Price," I sigh. "I forgot my shorts." She frowns at me. "You're still participating." "I know. I didn't do this on purpose," I huff, trying not to show how frustrated and grumpy I am. "I've given out most of the spare shorts already," she tells me as she sorts through what is left. "Will these fit?" I take the shorts and scowl as it says extra small. "Going to be a tight fit."

I slap a palm against my forehead and mutter helplessly; “Oh, Zuri…” *** An hour and thirty minutes later, my skin is oiled and shining, my hair is curled and layered to perfection, my makeup is shimmering and equally perfect thanks to my best friend, and I’m indeed dressed in the shortest bum shorts I have ever worn. “Zuri, the undersides of my asscheeks are showing!” I whisper in utter horror. She winks at me; “that’s the only way we can achieve the perfect slutty look. Come on! It’s time to partaayy!!”

I went inside and stops in front of the cashier and ask her. "Cmon take your pick! Don't be shy. I can afford it! I can also buy you an extra sundae if you want. I am your only fabulous friend if you ask me" Scar laugh. As in full on laugh. I did not realize that she is just wearing a shorts that I don't think you can consider it a short with how tiny it is with its cloth pocket peeking and a crop top and a black ipanema flip flops. What the? "Scar I am sorry I did not even let you get dressed before dragging you outside."

Mia closed her eyes as she took one last glance at her reflection in the mirror. Her glittering black swimsuit shorts sparkled under the bright lights, accentuating her toned physique. The shorts were perfectly paired with white thigh-high boots that added a touch of edginess to her overall look. The boots were made of a shiny material that caught the light, making her legs seem to go on forever.

It was more like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. And I wasn't going to lie, I loved getting under his skin, pushing his buttons just a little bit. It's not like I was walking around naked or anything. These bum shorts were cute and fun, perfect for a party like this. Plus, they made me feel confident and sexy and wasn't that what mattered most? If anything, Eric should be proud he got a wife like me who was confident enough to flaunt what she got.