Thinner Novels & Stories

Both of them were content and if they could, they would stay forever in each other’s arms. FIN

I take my time. I wash slowly, methodically, scrubbing away the last traces of sleep and fear. I linger over my hair, smoothing it until it behaves, and dry it carefully instead of letting it frizz into its usual mess. When I step out, wrapped in a thick towel, I study my reflection. I look… thin. I always have. But today it feels more obvious. My collarbones are too sharp. My arms are too narrow. The faint shadows beneath my eyes don’t hide easily.

Not louder. Smarter.

An ultra-thin strand of cotton. I traced my fingers upward and found the T of her thong, embellished with what seemed to be a fabric heart flat against her lower back. I hooked my thumb under the T of the thong and rubbed that gorgeous patch of skin. So soft, so smooth...I could snap the cord with a quick twist... And snap I did. Her underwear came off in one neat yank, and she was bare underneath the blue dress. I kneaded her bottom, massaging that soft bundle of skin and feeling myself grow hard against the rest of her body.

The tunic's length, falling just above her navel, accentuated her petite and well-defined waistline. The skirt she had on, barely grazed the upper curve of her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs on prominent display. The skirt, crafted from a lustrous fabric, seemed to shimmer under every beam of light. Its tight and abbreviated cut served as a testament to Brixlee's self-assuredness, defying societal norms with its provocative styling.

They made her calves, thighs and butt look absolutely amazing. As she drew closer to us, I wrenched my eyes from her legs back to her suit. It looked different somehow, and then I realized that it had to be made from the thinnest material I had ever seen. It absolutely molded itself to every contour of her body, and, as I looked closer, it was obvious that the suit was totally unlined. It looked as though it was painted onto her body.

"More. I need more!" * *

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

I heard her fake a sob and I knew she was wiping her fake tears behind me. At the speed of light, I turned to her and her face came into view. She was a girl with a long blonde hair packed into a bun, small eyebrows, doe eyed, a button nose and a thin pink lips. All in all, she looked like a kitten. “I'm not going anywhere after school,” I whispered timidly, making her snort and shift her eyes away from me. I sighed deeply, wanting to talk her out of it when I heard Mrs. Finn once again.

I don't want to be this version of myself, and yet here I am. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just don't want some pretty girl thinking she's fat," he finishes. Did he just call me pretty? "You think I'm pretty?" I ask. No one's ever called me that before, not even Chad. Sammy and Selah call me pretty, but one's my sister and the other my best friend. They are technically obligated. "Yeah, so what if I do?" He smirks. His smirk reveals a hidden dimple. Crap Collin Abernathy, you somehow just got hotter. That's so not fair.