Ouji Shorts Novels & Stories

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I laughed at her message, typing back, “Fine, but if you make my hips look smaller, you owe me a new dress.” I put on my go-to outfit: a pair of snug jean shorts that were just the right length to show off my thighs, and a white crop top that was cut short, letting a sliver of underboob peek if I moved right. It was a hot day, so I decided to skip the bra. I was curvy in all the places guys stared at, and yeah, I liked the attention sometimes.

She is looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face, "Didn't you say he liked your pajama shorts?" "The slutty little shorts?" Clara repeats with a teasing laugh and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment for a second, momentarily regretting being so open and telling them that part of our moments together. And by the way, those slutty shorts are still somewhere in his house, "They’re fine Andy, it's springtime. Besides, Edison is an omega too and won't be creepy.”

“Okay, let’s see how bad this is…” I untied the black ribbon and opened the box. Inside was… not terrible. Actually, kind of cute? It was short—definitely short—but not scandalous. Black and white cotton with a little lace at the hem, and a fitted waist with a flared skirt. A bit retro, actually. Kind of French maid cosplay meets upscale hotel housekeeping. I exhaled a breath of relief. “Okay. I can work with this.” Just to be safe, I pulled out the yoga shorts from my bag and shimmied into them under the skirt. No way was I walking around this man’s kitchen with my ass one wrong move from a wardrobe malfunction.

But when the whole plan was to fuck him, it made sense. “Wow. I’ve dressed slutty before, but nothing like this.” I said, walking over to my mirror to check myself out. “You look hot. I like it.” she said, placing her hand on my ass and taking a squeeze. “Thanks.” I said. Despite how out in the open it was, it did make me feel sexy. “Here.” she said, handing me a pair of cut off jean shorts. “I made them for today.” “Jean-short-thongs. Brilliant.” I said, stepping into it. Our over the top outfits made it all feel so adult and risque, but I felt strange about actually going in front of my stepdad while I was in a thong bikini that barely covered my nipples or vagina.

Audrey was pretty wild during her senior year at college. She slept around, although with little satisfaction, and befriended a more "loose" group of girls. As a result, she had acquired lots of sexy clothes she would wear to frat parties and to classes that had cute guys in them. Short skirts, short-shorts, micro-thin nearly see-through yoga pants and leggings, and tight, thin T-shirts (some were even see-through). She rarely wore them around the house simply because she figured her dad would object to them and tell her to change.

"I ain't hiding shit," Abbie protested hotly. "Problem is my track shorts... well... Here. I'll just show you." A moment later, her sweatpants followed her tank top. To my surprise, beneath the pants she was wearing a pair of fairly typical track shorts, bright orange with yellow trim. They were the sort of breezy, comfy looking things I would have worn if I'd been going to run. Then she turned around.

Lia protested as he pushed her towards Su again, shivering. "You're right she's not dressed properly for Australian weather." Su pinched Lia's cheeks and Lia groaned. "Don't worry my dear, I have just what you need." Lia gasped as Su spun her around, dragging her by the arm as she walked. Why did these people have so much energy? "Shorts are a must." Su commented letting go of her hands. She tossed two pairs of shorts towards Lia and marched off. "Keep up sweetie, there's still so much I have to show you."

Josie's POV(Continued) I emerged from the shower feeling like a pruned lobster. When the scalding hot water was pouring over me, I'd been in bliss, but when I finally forced myself to leave the sanctuary of cascading waters, my skin was red all over. But my head was clear and I felt almost nothing, so mission accomplished. Waiting for me outside the cubicle was a green dress. It didn't look too bad, nor was it plain. I picked it up and stared at Char's offering with bewilderment. The dress was....short to put it mildly. There was no pant or jean to go along with it. This backless monstrosity would leave my thighs and knees in full view of everyone. Okay, where had my conservative friend gone

This was one of the best parts about being bonded, the simplest of touches could help to ease the mind of the mate that was feeling anxious, sad, or even calm them when anger was raging from them. “Just nervous about prom, and graduation, and…” She didn’t want to say it, so she just rubbed her lower belly. Once again she was forced to wear shorts that were not of the fashionable kind. They were older cloth shorts that had a drawstring to pull and tighten. When she had first gotten them last fall she had to pull the string halfway out before the shorts would tighten. Now, they were snug without any tightening of the string needed.