Larry Shorts Novels & Stories

Her fingers traced his muscles, making him shiver. Chris hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. He tugged them down slowly, exposing her smooth thighs and the thin fabric of her panties. They were already damp, clinging to her skin. He pushed the shorts lower, letting them pool at her ankles. Lily stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

“He’s on the move; please be on standby; do not move in unless there is a shootout; we can't blow this operation; do not move in.” Arriving at the warehouse, Larry climbs out of the car; walking up to him is Jerry. He has piercing green eyes and sandy blond hair and stands a stocky and solid six-foot-two. He had a slight limp and the musculature of a man who works hard for his living, wearing a black suit. ‘You must be Larry?” He faintly smiles. “I am Larry; it is nice to meet you, Jerry.” “Firstly, do you have any previous training?”

His messy hair presses against the grass but he does nothing to hide his exasperation. My eyes, involuntarily, follow his subtle movements with no shame. I stare at his biceps and wide shoulders and then lower, to his belt, and then down to his feet. "It's fine," Larry grumbles from where he's lying down. "What?" I ask because I think I didn't hear him clearly the first time. "You are obviously mortified about the idea of messing around with me," he laughs at his own words as though he can scarcely believe we are having this conversation here with his son around.

“I’m so freaking hungry and thirsty.” Lance jumped out of bed subsequently pulling his pair of jeans down without any reservations leaving nothing but his underwear. I’m pretty sure he’s aware that I’m looking at him and he was just purposely blessing me with a clear shot look of his fine peaches and they were even better to look at with just a piece of thin white fabric covering them. The muscles on his back were so toned as compared to mine and to be fair, I’m a little bit jealous of that. I watched him from the bed as he pulled his underwear down without hesitations giving me a perfect view of those fine peaches which are actually plumper than mine. I should’ve already tasted those last n

And deep down, under the sarcasm and stress and exhaustion… a tiny part of me wasn’t laughing anymore. ——————- Larry’s POV Meanwhile, in the back office… Larry sat hunched over his desk, swirling whiskey in a chipped mug. His temple throbbed where the can had hit. “That little brat,” he muttered. His office smelled like cheap cologne, expired air freshener, and defeat. He winced and groaned as he gently pressed the peas to his head. “Damn, that girl broke my face.” “She’s hiding something,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes. “No way that kind of strength’s natural.”

Perhaps Liam was too cold, perhaps it was because he was staring at Larry with his sharp gaze, Larry felt a shiver running down his spine. Larry was embarrassed as soon as he had that feeling, so he quickly sneered to cover up his strange expression. "Enough with the nonsense, kid. Of course, I want you to apologize. What do you take our shop for? You guys don't dress like you have money. You probably can't afford our wedding dress, can you?

Larry smiled, trying to hide his pleasure that Tonya was going out with him in the outfit she had on. Leaving their work on the table, they went out to the car. Tonya was wearing charcoal grey volleyball shorts, and her father couldn’t detect any sign she was wearing panties under them. As much as he enjoyed the view of her swaying ass while she walked ahead of him, he was afraid the relief he’d given himself in the bathroom wouldn’t last much longer.

How was this guy turning her into a clumsy, horny mess in less than two hours. “I-I’m on my bed.” “Mmmm good, is it okay to ask what you have on? You don’t have to tell me.” Alicia wants to tell him and so she does. “These shorts I got from my best friend during the summer. It has these cute bears on them.” Dylan chuckled again, making Alicia smile. “You’re adorable. Those shorts, are they tiny?” Alicia looked down on them and nodded. She always wore tiny shorts to bed. “Yes.”

i bark at the little girls playing around and we take the stairs up. "Here we are, try to remain silent" i say to him and go for the door knob and stop just to check if the cheeky girls had it wired bit it was all good, i push the door open and get in, the surprise catches me in shock, Larry was sitting in the couch, his head in bandages, he puts a smile on his face he was waiting for us like he knew we were coming Ivy besides him, holding a gun

I've been crushing on him for over a year. ***** Wow... I feel heat warming up my chest, going straight up to my cheeks. It was hard to not stare at Larry in his expensive casual date attire of well-fitted black jeans and matching black shirt untucked, showing his perfect veiny forearms and a leather watch that is probably the price of my car. "Wow..." As if he heard my inner thoughts, Larry blurts out his word and I grip the door knob just a tad bit tighter making sure I'm not going to embarrass myself by propping my weight to the door.