Novel & Cerita Summertime Shorts

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

Besides, this way we would not have to worry about driving home if we ended up drinking too much. I rang the bell and Sara answered the door, Peter right behind her. Whoa. Sara was wearing a rather spectacular pair of cut-off jeans, or at least they were spectacular on her. They were low-waisted, but her own flat stomach left a considerable gap running around her between the waistband and her body. The legs were several comparatively modest inches long, but her legs were so elfin that they too moved loosely free. The only place the shorts were tight enough for them to keep from falling off was around her hips and across her nice, pert ass. The old, faded, Aerosmith concert shirt she wore was

he had teased. This morning, Caitlin put on a pair of tight white denim shorts that were almost to the bend of her trunk. There was a time she wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing shorts that short, but these days she felt more . . . free and confident - and different. Caitlin pulled on a hot pink tank top. Again, another article of clothing she would have never worn – even when she was a teenager. She was conservative by nature – or she had been. She wasn’t sure what she was now but she liked it.

They can't hear us of course. "Oh my, look at the hottie in the small black spanks. Oh yeah they barely cover his package." Cindy drools. "I don't think they are called spanks. The correct name is speedos." I reply laughing. "My new favorite color is green." Tammy replies as she eyes the guy in the skin tight green shorts. "Well, if we are choosing hottest guy, I like the one in stripes." Kim replies. "How about you Steph?" Cindy asks. "I don't have a pick." I reply as I stare at the gorgeous hunk in the black swim shorts.

I argued while showing her the price tag when she slapped it out of my hand. "I will make a check to a charity tomorrow, today is about us. Oh my God, that would look wonderful on you." Summer said as she rushed to take the dress from across the boutique. I surrendered and followed her. "You were born to wear this." Summer said as she showed me a deep purple short bodycon dress with a sweetheart neckline. "A bit short don't you think?" I asked as I touched the dress, it was so soft. What is it with rich people and the soft stuff?

So shorts and a tank, that's all she would need, with a comfortable pair of shoes. Peyton turned her back on the discarded mountain of clothes on her bed and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out the drawer and selected a pair of denim shorts and a pale pink tank. She put on a comfortable sports bra instead of the lacy, push-up number she had been planning on wearing, and a soft pair of cotton boy-short briefs. Not the least bit sexy, but extremely comfortable.

Tonight, I decided to stop waiting around for a casual run-in. It was a warm Friday evening, the kind of summer night where the air felt thick and heavy. I had spent way too long getting ready in front of my bedroom mirror. I wanted to look completely effortless, but every detail was deliberate. I chose a thin white tank top—no bra underneath—and a pair of tiny cotton shorts that barely covered my ass. I threw my hair up into a messy bun, pulling a few loose strands down to frame my face just right. Satisfied with the look, I walked into the living room to create my “emergency.”

She yanks on the helmet nervously to make sure it’s secure, then lets me help her put my backpack on and tighten it down for her. “Towels, sunscreen, and snacks.” I hold my hands close to her waist and smile at her. “Can I clip the waist strap for you?” “Um, yeah. Are we going to the beach?” She holds her arms out to her sides and giggles when I reach for the straps hanging by her hips and clip them together at her belly button. “You wore your swimsuit, right?” “These are swim shorts, and I usually swim in my t-shirt. No one wants to see all these rolls.” She looks at me tentatively.

Summer had chosen a far more exciting outfit which included a tiny strapless blue dress with cutouts on the side and matching blue stilettos. A knock on the door signaled it was eight. “That must be Arie and Leah!” Summer squealed. She opened the door to find not just Arie and Leah, but Alpha Marcus and Darren as well. Summer glared at the men. “No. No boys allowed.” Alpha Marcus glared back at her. “With everything that’s going on, I’m afraid you can’t just go off on your own.” Summer began to argue when Arie quickly pointed out, “They’ll be at the restaurant, but they won’t be sitting with us. “Summer gave a dramatic eyeroll.