Ouji Shorts Novels & Stories

The buttons on my shorts refused to close now. Quade allowed me to shower first so I had more time to get ready. With my lack of clothes that fit, it made me very annoyed and it took me double the amount of time to get ready. I was more comfortable in anything and everything baggy so I grabbed one of Quade's tee's and slipped it on, tying a knot at the front. Since shorts didn't fit me anymore, I had to use yoga pants. That did little to help me with respect to Quade. He shamelessly ogled my ass, making me feel all sorts of flustered.

Star and Jewel weren't in sight, so I headed— “Good evening, you are back early.” Jewel suddenly came out from the parlour. “Yes, I—” The words froze in my throat when I saw what she was putting on. She was putting on too-short, shorts, with a crop top that exposed her navel. Her white, creamy thighs and beautiful legs were in disbelief. Though she is short, her legs are cute. And with the shorts, they looked pretty. I swallowed. Fuck. What's she trying to do?

one of them almost shouted, with everyone nodding in agreement and cheering with their glasses. "See? You're still the winner for us," Terry whispered, winking at me. "Alright guys, let's party!" she exclaimed, raising her glass. "Wait, what are you wearing, take that off quickly!" Terry urged, pulling at my clothes. "I'm fine, it's cold outside," I hesitantly said. Almost at the same time, Clara and I decided to remove our outer clothes, with Clara revealing her figure in denim shorts. Japs, on the other hand, was always in khaki shorts and an open polo shirt.

I check the weather on my phone and decide I’ll definitely be too warm in jeans especially since we’ll be walking a lot. I pull out a pair of black jean shorts and chew my lip nervously while I contemplate them. I used to never be able to wear short shorts but last summer I bought a few pairs and actually like them. Besides after that dress I wore yesterday, jean shorts and a t-shirt feels pretty safe. I pull them on and then throw a loose light blue t-shirt over my head. I grab my watch and connect it to my wrist. I never go anywhere without a watch; my obsessive need for punctuality prevents it.

sigaw ko at biglaang bumangon para kumuha ng unan at ipalo ng makitang si Jeo iyon. “What? Are you going to throw a pillow at me? When you ask for a yacht trip?” dismayadong saad ni Jeo. Dahan-dahan ko namang binitawan ang unan na hawak ko at napatingin sa kabuuan ng kasuotan niya. Naka-itim na fitted shorts, beach shorts at bucket hat. Sobrang simple pero bakit pati ito kayang kaya niyang gawing runway outfit e.

She quipped as she tucked a piece of her long blond hair behind her ear. We run upstairs to change out of our pj’s and into something that we don’t mind getting dirty in. I choose a pair of my jean overall shorts with a baby blue crop top while Allie chooses a pair of black shorts and a white shirt with a sunflower right in the middle of it. I grab my white baseball hat with a dragonfly on it and stick my hair through the hole in the back where it tightens up. Slipped our tennis shoes on and we were ready to go do some shopping.

As we screeched to a stop in front of the entrance, Julian adjusted my skirt and frowned slightly when it barely reached my knee. “You know, Karyna, I think this skirt has a mind of its own,” he said, and I couldn't help but agree. This was the shortest skirt in their mother's wardrobe. It was a Chanel gray skirt suit, and I wore it partially because it matched Julian’s outfit. The second reason was to show off my undeniably hot, long legs, and creamy thighs. There was something thrilling about wearing something so short when people around you already assumed you to be a prostitute.

The fabric alone exuded quality, reminiscent of a prestigious high school uniform with its short skirt that barely covered the butt. Beside the skirt lies a pair of leggings, capable of hugging the curves of the legs, accompanied by a white crop leather top. As I carefully unraveled the package, a small bar with a pin tag emerged, adorned with the same fabric as the skirt. But that wasn't the end of the surprises. Delving deeper, I pulled out a towering seven-inch heel. The uniform was absolutely mind-boggling!

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 was sitting on a pile of yellow straw, leaning back against a wooden post. Greg was wearing loose, baggy cotton shorts. They were old and thin, almost like boxers. He sat with his legs spread wide, trying to catch a breeze. He didn't realize that the wide leg of his shorts was gaping open. Every time he shifted, his heavy, thick length was visible, hanging carelessly in the shadows of the fabric.