Summertime Shorts Novels & Stories

Callum said without even looking at her. She was wearing a fitted black shirt topped with a gray jacket. It was paired with white shorts that were a few inches above the knee which showed her legs. She pulled the shorts a little lower and smiled awkwardly. Why were the shorts a bit shorter than the dress she wore earlier? Callum looked at her with his left brow raised before he took off his jacket and covered her lap. “Would that make you a little comfortable?” “Thank you.” “My Dad is a gentleman, right? Are you happy to meet a gentleman like him, Miss Bea?” Caleb butted in when he noticed the atmosphere between the two.

“If we can't find anything, you can wear that, but not the shorts. Those are old-lady shorts.” Cassie frowned. She liked the shorts, but as she looked at them, she realized that she could easily see her uptight grandmother wearing them. They were old person shorts. A fun-loving vibrant woman that liked to be spontaneous and flirty wouldn't be caught dead walking down the beach in those shorts. “Okay. I'll let you pick for me,” Cassie told her. “I can't seem to pick anything that isn't for work.” Brianna grinned. “This is going to be fun.”

Summer's towel wraps around her curves, Rowen just slings his around his waist. I dash into the closet, throwing on some basketball shorts and a shirt, then grab clothes for them—sweats for Rowen, shorts for Summer, plus two spare shirts. “Here,” I say, handing them over. “I’ll go find your bra and panties, Summer. Rowen, am I looking for boxers or are you going commando?” “Letting ’em blow in the wind,” Rowen replies, pulling on the shorts. “I think my bra’s in the living room,” Summer calls as she walks out—still naked, holding her clothes in her hands like a goddess at ease in her own skin.

Always. A parade of long, thin legs, high firm buttocks, heels, mesh stockings, no stockings, fishnet stockings, short skirts, tight jeans, ponytails, bare breasts, transparent shirts, and light dresses. It's paradise. And, of course, there's the competitiveness, it's hard to stand out. But since I've arrived, I want to make my own mark. Today I've chosen a short, red shirt over my belly button and a pair of the shortest denim torn shorts.

you said, finally breaking into a smile. "Hey," she said, and came in for a hug. She was wearing a pair of preppy jean booty shorts that hugged her tight body, and a summery tank top that showed the outline of her bra, along with flip flops, and your sunglasses perched on top of her head.

she told her. "Samantha..." Samantha breathed out. Once Gracie pulled away from her, she took a step back. "I'm guessing you are here for clothes that are appropriate for these temperatures?" she asked. Samantha looked at me and I nodded. "Let's find you some clothes," Gracie suggested as she motioned Samantha to follow her. Samantha eyed the racks of extremely short shorts with a look of distaste. The blonde-haired girl pulled out a pair of light blue denim shorts. "These are so cute," she gushed.

Kenneth's eyes paid rapped attention to the gentle movement of her hips and her toned, shapely legs as she carried two tall Daiquiris glasses in her hands. Kita's feminine figure complimented the way she was dressed. She is wearing a pair of fuchsia shorts,d a poker dot fuchsia, and a light blue halter top, exposing her flawless skin. He was watching her sashay toward him with that inviting smile. Kenneth became silenced as he gazed desirous upon Kita's sumptuous body. He stood up smoothly, gliding toward her, snapping his fingers and wearing light blue shorts cuffed just above his knees.

PEBBLES' POV JUNE 13, 2009 Summer came cruising along, bringing with her intense heat. I did not mind; I embraced the warmth. That was one factor I missed about Florida; its climate. “Good morning,” I greeted Thomas and Bradley. They were relaxing on the lawn. “Morning, Pebbs," Thomas smiled. “Morning, Pebbles," Bradley's face settled into a grimace. “What on earth are you wearing?” “It's a booty shorts.”

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Charlotte sat on the trolley’s seat; she spread out her arms and giggled just like a little chirping bird. Mark was dressed in a V-neck sweater and grey casual trousers. They accentuated his tall figure. Paired with cotton slippers, he looked relaxed and casual. Regardless of his outfit, it did not affect his good look and elegance in the slightest. He still invited a lot of attention; Summer, on the other hand, was busy shopping for food ingredients. Summer paused when she passed by the lingerie section. Somehow due to pregnancy or other factors, her breasts had grown larger. Hence the bras that she had previously bought were no longer fit. They were uncomfortable to wear now because they w