Vegeta Hawaiian Shirt Novels & Stories

"What's this?" "Here." He handed the jersey to her. "I want you to cheer for me this Friday." A small smile broke out on Sarita's face as she took the jersey from him and unfolded it to see his number on the front of it then she turned it to the back and there was his name and number "14". She looked up at him. "You want me to wear this? I'm going to look so small in this." Vikrant grinned. "Couldn't find one that's your size. You'll wear it, though?" He looked hopeful.

"Okay I'll get ready. Where we would be going first?" "Um I don't know yet, but just get ready for a Hawaiian cruise." I felt a surge of excitement and curiosity at the mention of a Hawaiian cruise. "So what do I wear?" Vivian smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.,"Wear something comfortable, like a three piece bikini." I walked into the closet ans rummaged through it, searching for the three piece I packed specifically for this event. The bikini set I found in the closet was an alluring black halter triangle bra paired with a matching thong. Alongside it, I discovered a stylish short skirt with a flirtatious slit that gracefully showcased my sun-kissed thigh.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

Alex chuckled, shaking his head. —Sometimes you have to be careful what you ask for. - he commented to himself. - Come on, go get dressed. It will take us some time getting to the beach. I dressed in a short, so short that the bottom edges of my buttocks can be seen. It's made of beige cotton and goes tied at the waist with a strap. He also bought a dark blue t-shirt that covers this impudence of shorts, luckily, some rubber flats, Havaianas? A hat and a bottle of sunscreen. He has forgot about the underwear, again.

Diana He has a simple beard, one that looks just a bit more than a five o’clock shadow that suits his facial structure. With his coat no longer keeping him warm, I can see that he is wearing a form-fitted black t-shirt around his very impressive biceps. What is written on the shirt piques my interest. "Interesting shirt. Do you know what it means?" It is a series of numbers and letters. It looks like the backend of a website, and underneath it is written my superpower.

Dios, have mercy. I exhaled sharply and shook my shoulders. "Okay, I'm coming out. Walk 10 steps away from the door," I told her. I waited until I heard her soft footsteps move away. I gripped the door handle and took a deep breath. I pulled the door open before I could change my mind. Kat had changed her shirt, only… "Is that my shirt," I asked in a loud tone, pointing towards the plain black T-shirt. Kat glanced down at the T-shirt and shrugged. On the back of it was the Prestine logo. It was the only T-shirt that they had ever created since they launched and became popular.

She sprayed deodorant beneath her shaven underarms and applied a matching haze of Casmir. She glanced at her watch. Ten to seven. No time to waste. White cotton briefs now concealed her genitals, followed by a black tracksuit bottom. A matching sweatshirt was pulled over her head. Her hair was piled high and confined by a headband. On her left breast was a badge emblazoned in red and gold which proclaimed ‘Shotokan Karate’.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

Not this. As Eva was about to pull the bralette, he stopped her. "Put your clothes on" "What?!!" She asked confused "Why are you wearing that?" He asked pointing to her breasts Eva's faced burned with embarrassment. "Because I like it. Besides ladybug is my favourite cartoon character" she said felling shy. He shook his head helplessly as he put his shirt back on. "Why are you wearing your shirt?...I thought we.." "Do you want to break in half?" He cut Eva off

throw them on. I pull on some grey leggings and pull out a navy blue t-shirt. I stare at it for a moment. Until just now I forgot I even had this shirt. It has a picture on the front of a mischievous looking black cat with bright yellow eyes. It has the words 'I'm harmless I swear...' written below it. I can't help a burst of laughter. I consider a moment before putting it on. Will Bellamy find it insulting or funny? I think it's hilarious, but I'm not the one who turns into a giant cat. Screw it, I'm going to wear it. He was worried I would be scared of him, if nothing else I can make a point. I put on the shirt and slip on a pair of black ballet flats. Then I grab a hairbrush from my dres