Ouji Shorts Novels & Stories

We have been best friends forever, just like our mothers. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the dance floor under dim lights. Unlike Olivia and Scarlett, I opted for tight, gold color satin shiny shorts that showed my long legs. I combined the short with a skimpy black top tied into strings on my back, leaving my back exposed. My mahogany hair fell down my back in soft curls. My frame was petite, although with my four-inch heels today I felt rather tall. My own green eyes stared back at me.

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 heard him say, entering the kitchen. I’d forgotten I had sleeping shorts on. I never wore shorts out of my room and so I became a little uncomfortable because it was kind of a wrong thing, back in Zagreh to expose too much leg skin. Decent girls never wore tiny shorts in public or in front of men that weren’t their spouses. If you had tiny shorts and were a respectful young woman, you would wear them in your room and only in your room . I’d gotten so comfortable that morning that I unconsciously left my room in those shorts. My cheeks started to burn and I hurriedly put the tea on fire before rushing past Asahd and into my room to change into something better.

I just had to find the perfect outfit to pair with it. Finding what to wear wasn’t so difficult. Jordan often told me how much he loved that I was curvy, all I needed to do was to find an outfit that would highlight all the sexiness in me. I finally settled for a pair of short, leather shorts and a black, leather bralette.

she shook her head, grabbed my hand and led me to the walk in closet which was surprisingly already arranged with all my new clothes which were freshly washed. When did that happen? "Here, wear this!" She said handing me one of the purple shorts that I bought so I could wear inside flared dresses. "That's literally a thigh cling. I'm not walking around in that!" I defiantly started. "This is a short honey it's not a thigh cling, now wear it or we will be late," "No I'm not going to walk around naked!" I said again sitting on the floor and crossing my arms. She wasn't expecting me to wear something that shows my thighs was she?

It was a turn-on to steal surreptitious glances up her skirt. One Sunday a couple of months later, I was watching the late-night football game with Leo, drinking beers and hanging out, nothing out of the ordinary. Elaine was wearing a pair of white running short shorts that hugged that gorgeous round ass of hers. I could see just a hint of her light pink bikini panties underneath which were more prominent if I was lucky enough to catch her bending over. I had a little buzz going from the beer and I told her how much those shorts were driving me crazy.

Then she looked down at herself—then back at me. “Seduce you?” “Yes.” “Who's seducing you?” I pointed toward her clothes. “What would you call what you're wearing?” She looked down at her SpongeBob shorts and frowned. “Clothes.” “You're wearing shorts that barely cover your thighs.” “They're pajamas.” “They're inappropriate.” “For who?” “For me.” She folded her arms across her chest, looking genuinely confused. “How exactly am I trying to seduce you when I'm sitting here watching cartoons and waiting for my noodles?”

I’d have to ask him for shorts, basketball shorts preferably. I put the towel around my shoulders and let my hair rest on it to prevent from getting the shirt wet. I bit my lower lip nervously and grabbed the briefs as I headed for the door. I pushed it open and walked out. Levi had chosen a movie and there was a table full of snacks. I couldn’t help but smile. He turned toward me and froze. His eyes darkened as he stared at me. His eyes trailed down the length of the shirt. I folded my hands in front of my chest as his eyes lowered to my legs. I walked towards him and stopped behind the sectional. I handed him the briefs and his eyes lowered to them. I didn’t think it was possible but his b

“You love it.” Jude caught my gaze and winked. I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw the back of my skull. He and Ryker made their way down to the sand where we stood, the crowd parting effortlessly for them. Ryker’s landed on me, drinking in every second of the hard work Nova had put in. The cut off shorts hugged my bottom perfectly, and the blouse with its low hem and bows on the straps was the perfect blend of past and present Ophelia. Soft, innocent, and sexy.

The dress was floor length but Iori could see a little split that would reveal the silver shoes Iori could see at the bottom of the box. Jun really thought about everything. He was good at these kinds of things, maybe too good. If Iori didn’t know better, she would think that it was his habit of doing it for his seasonal girlfriend that made him good at it. But, according to what Anna said, he rarely ever brought women clothes just to buy them…