Is It Too Tight?

Brian caught sight of Cheryl bent over the laundry pile in those little-shorts that rode halfway up her cheeks. Short even felt generous; they looked positively painted on. “Uh—what the hell are you wearing?” he laughed, already adjusting himself. Cheryl straightened and thumbed at the elastic waist. Didn’t hold up in the dryer, shrunk past decent. She half-turned, ass checking how much ass still showed and asked, voice nervous-lazy, whether they looked stupid. Brian didn’t take his eyes off the curve of her. Fucking outrageous, is what they looked like, and with zero grace he answered, “You look hot as fuck—seriously.” Pfft, flattered, colors rising quick under her cheeks, Cheryl shrugged the laundry basket onto the couch and crooked a finger at him. They didn’t bother folding anything else after that.