Summertime Shorts Novels & Stories

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

She informs. I wear a turtle neck tanked crop top, ripped mini denim skirt that stops on my mid thighs and a pair of black combats boot. "I'd never thought K-dramas can be really interesting, but this is. What do you think, aunty?" Summer jerks her head at me and I give a nod, but she rather waits for a verbal reply. "Yes." I affirm and she grins. "Grazie!"

Either way, I was determined to leave our encounter with more than one kind of satisfaction. I had chosen a set of cute and sexy silk pyjamas with shorts that clung to my body in all the right places. The top had delicate lace detailing that adorned the neckline, adding a nice touch to the outfit. The silk shorts were a rich shade of crimson, making my legs look longer and more enticing. My matching red thong provided a tantalizing peek beneath the silk shorts, a sight I hoped Landon would appreciate. The thong was snug and well-fitted, enhancing the curve of my hips and showing my slender waist.

"Look, little one, I'm a basketball player. I see guys naked every day at school. Come here, I'm just checking your bruise." "L..let me at least wear the shorts," I stutter feeling, totally embarassed. "Okay," he sighs and goes back towards the cupboard. I quickly wear the shorts. The waistband was made of elastic and actually perfectly fit me but it was too short and was barely visible under his oversized t-shirt. "Come here," he says, walking towards the bed, his hands grasping a yellow tube of some kind of balm he just got out of his bag. I wonder why is he being too nice to me now, at 2 in the morning.

"I do like the idea of sucking your cock while my brother fucks me. Or you fucking me while I sucked his cock. Would you like that?" "Oh baby, you have the vision of a p**n movie producer. Fuck yeah, I like the idea. How about I eat you while he fucks your mouth?" "Mmm," I murmured, squirming. "Okay, let me think about it for a while." He agreed, then proceeded to fuck me silly. . . It was summer and hot. We all wore less clothing because of that. I often wore crop T-shirts or halter with shorts. The guys wore shorts. Oliver started wearing knit gym shorts.

She kissed him again then slipped away. Mark heard the unmistakable sound of Ant downstairs and he peered over the balcony to see the most outrageous pair of shorts he'd ever laid eyes on. They were like a fabric designer had swept up off-cuts of tartan, high-visibility vests, denim, old t-shirts and anything else lying around and had the material pressed into a pair of shorts. Mark shook his head. "Peace well and truly shattered," He muttered as Ant bombed into the pool.

On many of the men, that outfit would have looked ridiculous, but he had the body to wear it. I said happily: "Oh, but of course I'm going to be thinking about it all day, looking forward to it until it's time to go." take that thing off when we get back here this afternoon. He didn't study his reflection, he just pulled up his shorts and slipped on a cotton shirt. summer we picked together in Puerto Vallarta. Meanwhile, I looked at my clothes, divided between the jean miniskirt or shorts. “What do you think we're going to do?

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

“I’m sure you and Jessie can get in plenty of beach time over the next few days. Just like old times.” Aiden laughed, for the first time that morning feeling carefree and in her element, elated at the sheer luck of the timing. All of them, Jessie, Mitch, herself, and some other long time friends had practically made a career out of life by the shore, taking full advantage of Adelaide’s cottage being right on the water with its own private little stretch of beach, and grateful for every moment. It could prove all too easy to fall back into that breezy rhythm. “Keep talking like that and I might have to extend this trip into the whole summer.”

There was a reason that Moore Beauty was always sold out at Sephora among other beauty stores, and I was glad that my mother had handled her brand well before passing away. “Hi!” I turned around, ready to scold Summer, but my mouth parted when she walked up to me. “Did you wait for long?” I was speechless. She looked stunning and… Wow. Dressed in sneakers, cute shorts and top with her hair reaching her shoulders, she looked younger than she did before, and adorable. I liked her longer hair, but I loved the short hair on her. “Damon?” She frowned, blinking at me. I closed my mouth and looked away, scratching my neck. “You are late.”