Just One More Chapter Shirt Novels & Stories

I just hissed as she turned back her gaze to me. "I just remember why your shirt looked so familiar, that was the same brand that was wearing by my new crush on the latest fashion magazine that was issued for this month." It made me look at my army green shirt that has tiny Hebrew characters printed on it. It was actually from my Mom. She bought it for me last week when she had her shopping with Mrs. Monroe.

God, she was pretty. And she was wearing the shirt, which made me smile behind my hand. That shirt was what had drawn me to her in the first place. A crossover from two of my favorite shows, it depicted Lucille, the bat from The Walking Dead, and the Winchester’s Chevy Impala from Supernatural, with text that read, “Dad’s still on a hunting trip.” A fan of both shows, I’d understood the message and laughed the first time I’d seen it, wishing I had a shirt like that. It’d actually taken me a couple of seconds to realize the material of that shirt stretched across a very lovely set of feminine breasts. When my brain finally registered what I was seeing, my eyebrows perked up and my gaze wander

Miranda, of course, absolutely hates this. The next week at school, I decide to wear my new Fangs of the Seven Castles shirt. All the band signatures are visible, bold and big, on the white fabric. It’s obvious that I got some special back stage access, and everyone knows how. Fangs of the Seven Castles is a pretty cool band, and everyone is jealous, admiring my shirt and talking about how they missed out on getting tickets to the concert.

on his shirt are ripped off, and his sexy chest as well as his abs are shining brighter than her future! He’s looking at her putting on a disgusting expression. She keeps looking at his abs, still holding the collar of his shirt while choking on her saliva. “Don’t tell me you are looking at this puppy’s abs!” he says to her, and then she comes to her senses. She quickly spares his shirt, but her cheeks turn red out of embarrassment. “I-I’m extremely sorry.” “Y-your shirt is all torn!” she tells him, but making her choke again, he removes the shirt from his body. “Argh, what are you doing?” she asks him. He places his torn shirt on her hand. “What will I do with it?” “Keep it with you; you w

He raised his hand to pull the collar of her shirt upwards, forcibly changing the shape of her shirt into a round collar. “Bring up your collar. Do you want to let the group of boys in your class get an eyeful of you?” Nora lowered her eyes and saw how ugly it was. This shirt had an off-shoulder design, but after it was pulled up forcibly, the neckline became wrinkled, and it looked as if she was wearing a piece of rag. She raised her hands and pulled her collar down angrily. “What are you doing? This shirt is meant to be worn like this!”

He pointed to the one she was hugging. " No! – she was categorical, pressing the piece even more against her body. " I'll see what I can do for you." " He laughed, picking up the shirt without buttons from the floor and going up the stairs, towards his room. Then it returned: “It's the shortest shirt I own. he said suggestively. Alexis narrowed his eyes, picking up the navy blue knitted garment: "And that means...?" He crossed his arms, waiting for her to wear the garment, which barely covered her thighs:

He didn't answer but instead, he handed over the shirt to me. “Change. You could wear this before your dress dries off.” He said. “What about you? Won't you get cold?” I asked, unsure whether to take the shirt from him or not. “Don't worry about me, I can handle myself. Now take it.” He insisted. I collected the shirt from him. It was a plain gray t-shirt. “Could you turn?” I asked Justin when I noticed his eyes on me. “Of course, forgive me.” He said, turning his face around.

“You missed me.” I bit back a smile. “You’re impossible.” He leaned in slightly. “Admit it.” Instead of answering, I glanced down, unbuttoning the top of my uniform shirt, then the second button, just enough to pull the collar aside. The shirt underneath peeked through, the black fan t-shirt Kai had given me with bold black letters stretched across it: “Kai Blackthorn No. 1 Fan.” His eyes widened for half a second before his mouth curled into a slow, smug smile.

And then she realized she was naked. She glanced around the room and noticed on the make-up table behind her a small, neatly folded pile of clothes. Her black pumps sat atop them. They weren't the sweater and skirt she had worn in, she was sure of that. She unfolded the clothes, shook her head, and smiled. She slipped the t-shirt over her head. It was sheer and about two sizes too small. Her silver dollar size areolas were clearly visible. She was afraid her rock hard, gumdrop sized nipples were going to shred the material apart. The shirt tied into a knot under her breast, leaving her toned stomach exposed. On the upper left chest portion of the shirt was the Phi Jamma Slamma emblem with th

He’s still here. I wiped my tear and opened his wardrobe room. I saw the shirt I had thrown up on in the laundry basket. I looked around his clothes. Everything was black. Expensive watches. Clean style. Strong taste. Then I saw a white shirt. I grabbed it. Can I take it? I didn’t think twice. I took off my dress and put the shirt on. I ran to the mirror. It looked perfect on me. Big on my shoulders. Falling on my thighs. Slightly see-through.