Summertime Shorts Novels & Stories

I roll out of bed and haul my suitcase over, digging through the mess I didn’t bother to unpack yesterday. Shorts. Crop tops. More shorts. There isn’t a single decent piece of clothing in this entire pile. Just soft, stretchy cotton that hugs every curve like a second skin. I’m not a decent clothing kinda girl. I pull on a pair of shorts. They are impossibly short, riding high up my thighs, cutting right into the swell of my ass. The cotton is thin—so thin that when I pull them up, they press deep between my legs, visibly parting my pussy lips, outlining the exact shape of me right through the fabric.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

"Helbert! Helbert!" Little feet in flip-flops sprinted across the sand towards a young guy with long hair standing barefoot on the beach. The kid’s face lit up with joy, like seeing Helbert on the shore was the best thing that happened to him today, giving him two precious moments at once.

The outfits. "Madam, we're almost sold out on the summer shorts." One of our representatives hurried said to me. Her eyes gleaming with excitement. Much like everyone of our staff was tonight. I could hardly keep still too. "Really?" I smiled at her, excited. "Quick. Get out the fits from the previous collection. The two piece set!" "The extras you ordered for packaging?" She asked to confirm, "Yes. That one! Go. Quick. Quick!" She hurried off. Smiling. Calling a few others to join her, heading for the backroom just behind the display section.

Straightening up, I replied, "They aren't smallclothes. These are just regular clothes. And yes, everyone dresses like this." God, you'd swear I was walking around in my fucking underwear or something! I was dressed! I was wearing shorts and a fucking tank top! It was hardly scandalous! I'd been in Bermuda, and it was hot as hell! Jesus, could you imagine what he would think if I told him the bikini I had on underneath was also totally acceptable to wear at a public beach?! He looked thoughtful for a second, then asked, "Is it hot where you're from then?" I nodded before taking another sip of the broth. "It can get really hot. Especially in summer. And the hotter it gets, the less people wea

I hushed as I muzzle my nose over her neck, making sure to leave hickey marks. After I place her legs on the ground, she moans lightly and my cock stirs again. "Stay down!" I warn it running my hands through it's grith. Then, I slip it into my trousers and help Summer arrange her attire. Grabbing her shorts, I pull it, dragging her towards me and I close my hand around her neck. "I don't want to see you in skimpy shorts like this," I warn her. "Why? Because they make your dick hard?" she raises her brows, teasingly.

I looked very pretty. I looked at myself in the mirror after. I could barely recognized myself. I looked good. H I looked healthy, and Present. For the first time in weeks, I didn't look like a ghost. Normally I just throw on whatever. Sweatpants, old t-shirt, doesn't matter. Today I was careful. I picked out bomb shorts. Not athletic shorts, not pajama shorts. Actual cute denim shorts. High-waisted, showed my legs, fit perfectly, hugged my ass. Made me feel hot.

So while the tank top and shorts may have looked perfectly modest on my underdeveloped body back then, they look borderline pornographic on me now. My terry cloth blue short shorts ride up my ass, exposing the crease where my bum hits my upper thigh and hugging my heart shaped booty. The matching tank strains against my generous C-cup tits, allowing my pebbled nipples to poke through. The top rides up slightly along my midriff, exposing my flat, tanned stomach. For added effect, before jumping out of bed, I folded the waist band on the shorts over twice, making them even smaller, and pulled down the tank to accentuate my breasts. I look down at my chest and see that one of my perky nipples i

"So, how do I look?" I had short jean shorts so I can finally enjoy the summer sun, and a white lose tank top that goes longer a little past my butt and it stays short at the front. So if I picked both arms up, my stomach would be exposed. Emily pulled her shirt back down and put her hands on her hips. "You look hot girl." She said. "All you need is a little-" "No more makeup." I cut her off. "And besides, a little lip gloss is enough for me."

Addison’s muscles, sore and achy from a long day of travelling and walking around, practically start singing at the thought. “That sounds amazing. I’m kind of sore, actually.” “Well, it should help relax your muscles,” Javan says. “Plus, you deserve some actual relaxation time before Roswell Corporation inhumanely forces you to work tomorrow.” “Stop,” Addison says, laughing. She digs back into her suitcase, pulling out one of the pairs of swim shorts she’d packed. They’re turquoise with tiny lemons embroidered on them. “They’re paying for this trip, remember? Besides, it’ll hardly be anything. I don’t even think it will take the full day. Do you know what you’re going to do while I’m out?”