Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. "Second base," he whispered. We both chuckled quietly. "These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. "Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered.

he had teased. This morning, Caitlin put on a pair of tight white denim shorts that were almost to the bend of her trunk. There was a time she wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing shorts that short, but these days she felt more . . . free and confident - and different. Caitlin pulled on a hot pink tank top. Again, another article of clothing she would have never worn – even when she was a teenager. She was conservative by nature – or she had been. She wasn’t sure what she was now but she liked it.

The new hairstyle has completely transformed her face, promoting her from ridiculously gorgeous to outrageously, out-of-this-world gorgeous. Which is why, it’s almost impossible for me to not keep staring at her. And as I did, my eyes kept straying to the shorts she had on. It was a really tiny one in the soft color blue which she liked so much. The top she had on was a crop one as well, which made it harder for me to not keep sneaking gleaned at her. Sometime later, I gave up trying to get anything done on my phone, choosing to just sit back and watch Sofia.

I was wearing the skirt and blouse I had bought recently. “You’re such a beautiful girl, but your fashion sense is awful,” Misha exclaimed, her face filled with mock dismay. I laughed at her comment, now accustomed to her blunt nature. “Jessie, lend Lyrica your denim shorts. You’re about the same size, aren’t you?” “Here, wear this,” Jessie said as she handed me a pair of high-waisted shorts and a fitted white cropped polo shirt. “Thank you,” I said with a smile and went to change.

I grabbed the binoculars instantly. Val was another blonde—but softer than Kathy. A little more flesh on her. But still… Just as attractive. Maybe even more. She was almost as busty as Linda… and just as pretty as either of them. Today, she wore cutoff denim shorts—tight. Very tight. They clung to her ass… and even tighter across the front. I leaned in, adjusting the focus. “Jesus…” The seam of the shorts was pulled so tight it looked like it disappeared right into her pussy.

I tended to let my clothes fall where they may, and that was starting to show by the small piles building on the floor. I sighed, and grabbed the duffel bag I had been given off the floor and threw it onto the bed. There wasn't too much in it, a few outfits left. I settled on a pink tank top and some gray cotton booty shorts. This is icky. It's fine, they're just shorts. Short shorts. Hush. I'm working.

I awed as we walked out of my dorm. "Thanks!" Brandy smiled, pushing back a wavy curl, tucking it behind her ear, "I know it won't matter in what - Less than an hour? - but if this is my last chance at looking good, then I wanna rock it!" "And you're wearing short enough shorts to be hidden by that dress," I joked. "These are what I call my bar shorts. I wear them when I'm trying to get-" I cut her off before she could finish. "Woah! Woah! Woah!" I stopped her before she could finish, "Let's just get to the clearing before we dig too deep."

Thin straps whispered over her shoulders, while the small cut-out detail at the center front teased a glimpse of cleavage, drawing the eye to the valley between her mounds. Over it, she draped a white loose button-up shirt, worn open and slipping off her shoulders to expose the elegant lines of her collarbones and the tops of her breasts. The shirt's fabric was soft, almost sheer, fluttering with her movements. Finally, she stepped into white high-waisted shorts, the slightly textured material matching the shirt's subtle weave, leaving her legs bare and inviting.

The summer heat was crazy this year. Too freaking hot, so, naturally, I had to dress the part to beat the heat. A simple tank top with a neckline that allowed the swells of my breasts to show, but not enough to have them falling out, and then jean shorts that were short enough to pass off as underwear. But I wasn’t the only one trying to beat the heat though. The only piece of clothing Kyl had on his body right now was the shorts that hung loosely from his slim waist.