Ariana Barrett Nude Novels & Stories

Ara smiled back politely. The night seems to be dreadful rather than enjoyable for Ara. She did appreciate the new experience but the place really is not meant for her. If only Erikka hadn’t begged her for real she wouldn’t even think about coming to a place where so much indecency is going on. After the last shot of whatever Ronald had served her she searched for Erikka who had been dancing with another guy she found cute. “Erikka!” she called out loud. She couldn’t see the faces of the people on the dance floor. It’s too dark and the lights are blinding her sight. “Damn it, Erikka. Where the hell are you?” she mumbled to herself. Feeling the call of nature she climbs off the stool to go on

Ariana POV For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The message from Maya blurred in my hand while noise exploded near the student center. More students crowded around the front steps, phones already raised, voices growing louder by the second. Someone leaked private pictures of you and Nick online. My stomach twisted violently. Laura grabbed my arm lightly. "Ariana." I looked up at her with panic already rising in my chest. "What pictures?" She frowned immediately. "You don’t know?"

I picked up his phone and the next thing I saw knocked breath out of my lungs for a second. It was a post of Ariana's on I*******m. She had a bright yellow one handed top on, paired with denim pants, her hair was let down with a center parting that accentuated her round face. She was bare of make up but she still looked so beautiful. She was barefoot and from the looks of things, she took the picture at our bedroom's balcony. The first picture was her facing the camera with a big smile that showed off her perfect dentition, the other was a selfie with one hand on the railing and then when I slid to the last slide, there was Snapchat video of her and Fiona making goofy faces and smiling.

Ariana had tried on the nightgown several times, but she had never been brave enough to get out of the bathroom in it. Ariana jumped into the shower, quickly washing away the stress her indecision was causing her. She stood there for a good ten minutes before she finally felt numb enough to put on a shameless piece of clothing and go outside. When she finally opened the door back to the bedroom, Daniel was waiting for her in bed. He was just sitting there in his underwear. Ariana immediately blushed again in embarrassment. She had seen him bare-chested several times. He also only slept in pajama pants. But this time it was different. She had a perfect view of his entire toned body. She could

Ariana. Leaning against the bar, one hand curled around a drink, lips slightly parted as she laughed at something the guy next to her said. Her dress was short red, barely-there, backless, clinging to her body like it was painted on. Her skin glowed under the neon lights, and when she turned just slightly, the slit in her dress slid high up her thigh. Every guy in the room noticed. Especially the one beside her. He leaned in close, too close, whispering something in her ear like he had a right. Like he fucking belonged there.

***** Reece was on his 50th push-up when Ariana entered his room and shut the door behind her. "Baby." Her voice was low and sultry. Reece stopped his workout. As he stood up to properly greet her, she pulled on a ribbon on the dress and it fell to the ground leaving her fully naked. "Wow." Reece exclaimed. "I kind of hoped you would say that." Ariana stepped out of her dress and walked up to Reece. She moulded her body to his, sliding her fingers across his shoulders. "Seeing you sweaty from a workout has to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Then she pulled his head down to kiss him.

Making sure everything was comfortable for their hot activities. “Patience.” Arini laughed which made Richard relieved. He thought Arini had fallen asleep inside the resort... turns out... “Oh... geez.” Richard gulped. His eyes wandered here and there watching Arini's beautiful curves. The girl took off her bathrobe. Wearing only a bikini and very thin panties stuck to her groin. Even to cover the fine hair on her crotch, the cloth was not enough. Oh don't forget, the part of the bikini that only sticks to the nipple.

Later that night, as I walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist while I towel dried my hair, I sighed. I was missing my little breeche. Walking out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped in shock at the sight of Ariana, clad in a transparent black nightie, looking all sweaty with her hair messed up like she had just made hot love with someone. I grabbed my robe as I threw it on immediately, grabbing her hand as I led her out of my room. “What the hell are you doing here at this time of the night, huh?” I asked her as I stood at the chamber door angrily and she chuckled.

BELLA It seems every sound has stopped just to hear Ariana speak, fresh tears trail her cheeks, her lips quiver as she tries to form words of what we all wanted to know since she got back. Slowly, she peels off her robe, revealing her cream shorts and tank top. I gasp in shock, not for the exposed flesh but for the ugly whip scars snaking down her thighs to her calf. What the hell happened? She turns her sad, glassy eyes to Brad.

Ariana let out a shaky breath, turning her head towards the large mirror in the corner of the room. For the first time in a long time, she actually noticed her own reflection. Her face... The scar was still there. That flaw. The ugliness that was always used as an excuse to insult him. "I'm innocent, Nathan! Why is everyone treating me like disgusting trash?" Ariana's voice was soft, almost drowned out by her own sobs. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching her reflection with trembling fingers. "My face is disgusting... no wonder they're disgusted with me.”