Tweener Baseball Pants Novels & Stories

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Now he’s escalated. Three days ago, the pants disappeared completely. Since then, it’s been nothing but underwear like he’s made it his personal mission to test my sanity. Day one: white., Day two: black., Yesterday: gray. Today? Sky blue. And not just any pair these ones are… unfair. Fresh. Smooth. Tight in a way that should probably be illegal. Like they were designed to ruin lives. Mine, specifically. I try not to stare. I really do. But then he turns.

"And he's thinking that exact same thing even if he didn't say it." Troy turned back to Lisa and held up a pair of brown with white pinstripes pajama pants and white tee shirt with orange lettering on it. "Okay to the pants," she agreed in spite of knowing they would be tight on her butt but loose everywhere else, "but a hard no on that tee shirt." Most of her clothes were tight on her butt because she likes that everybody likes that in her clothes. That and the time Lisa needed to spend finding something loose on her butt and snug on her very slender waist just wasn't worth it.

Only I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. Both of them were tall, well over 6 feet tall, with athletic builds. They were both baseball players, determined to go pro, and kept fit to aid that dream. They were identical in every way, unlike the triplets. They were both a little cocky, intelligent, and dressed in the same black athleticwear. I suspected some of that was to show off their enviable physiques.

the moment the hot water hits my body all the memories of the day before slam into me like a freight train Toby carrying me back to my room and changing me into pajamas. OMG he changed my cloths he's seen me naked. Doesn't anyone in this place believe in modesty? Dragging myself out of the shower to find a whole to die in I find work out clothing on my bed in the form of a black and green sports bra with horizontal cutouts, matching leggings with mesh panels along the thighs and calves, black and green puma sneakers, oversized square brown sunglasses and, gold jewelry?

Something sharp flickered in his posture, a restless edge that didn’t belong in a place so carefully groomed and well behaved. The one in the Jaguar crossed the lot, equally tall, dressed in designer jeans and a baseball jacket. The two boys met halfway, bumped their fists together, and kept walking. Merit couldn’t tear her eyes away from the one she knew would ruin a girl’s reputation, given half the chance.

You glance back at the door, it's still locked, then you drop the towel. The gray henley is the first thing you grab. It’s huge. When you pull it on, the neckline slips off one shoulder, the hem stops halfway down your thighs. No bra, no panties. Just soft, worn fabric against freshly scrubbed skin. Your nipples pebble instantly against the cotton; the hem teases the tops of your thighs with every small movement. You grab a pair of black sweatpants next, way too long. You roll the waistband twice, cinch the drawstring tight, but they still hang low on your hips, threatening to slide down if you move too fast.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

“Yes, definitely a man.” I could hear Brian’s jaw clenching. “What did he have on?” I encouraged. “Oh!” Reena’s eyes brightened. “He was wearing blue jeans and a baseball cap.” “I think it was a ball team of some kind,” Alice added. “It was black with orange letters?” “Giants,” Brain added. “Could they have been an S and F intertwined?” “I think that was exactly it!” Alice sighed. “And then there was the scruffy beard. Couldn’t really see much of his face.”

His dark jeans and long sleeved button up with loafers confirmed his rich boy status. I glance to his left and my Teddy is standing there with a look of annoyance and hatred. I smiled at him and looked him up and down. I can definitely see him as a bad boy in high school. His arms were crossed over his white v-neck tshirt. His black jeans and black Van's covered the rest of him. He had on a blacked out NFL hat that he wore backwards. It covered up his long blonde hair but you could tell he just got another haircut. I could go two years without getting a haircut and be fine. This boy couldn't go 4 weeks without one.