Ouji Shorts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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."

I cross to the duffel I packed this morning. Inside, near the bottom, in a soft black drawstring bag, are four items Oliver bought that we have not used yet. I pull one out and toss it to him. It is black. Lace. A pair of shorts cut high on the thigh, a satin waistband, fine scalloped edges. He catches the fabric mid-air. Turns it over in his hands. His mouth opens and closes. "You will wear that under your trousers tonight," I tell him. "And when we are at the club, you are wearing only that. On the cross. For everyone in the room to see."

Something that was more me, and when I did, I bought every color they had. They're not like the ones I usually see guys wearing, the kind that are loose, baggy, and hang down to your knees. These are different; they're short. Very short. They stop just below my butt cheeks, and are tight, showing off my butt. They're colorful and have a little slit on the sides that shows a little more skin, and makes me feel pretty. They're more feminine, more me. As I walk toward everyone, they say hi, and no one bats an eye at what I'm wearing. It's like they've seen me wear something like this a million times, and they've already accepted it.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

it was so short, she was sure if she bent down, her undies would reveal itself. "Why? It's so pretty," Octavia said. She was not planning on backing gown on from wearing this gown, she didn't have any gown that she fancied in her wardrobe right now, and she was planning on inviting Keir so what better way than to wear something seductive? "You do know I have like stretch marks on the back of my legs right?" June said pointing at her legs reminding Octavia as it seemed she might have forgotten already. It was something she felt insecure about and the reason she always wore trousers instead of skirts and even if she ever wore skirts, it was always long enough.

I wonder why she wants me to use this? Once I have finished, she turns the water off and tosses me a towel before passing me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They are both gold with these weird sun logos on them. Something inside me doesn’t want to put them on. I feel it press us in my mind as my anger spikes.