Erin Brockovich Nude Novels & Stories

Considering everything Janice had confessed to Tom that night, Brook wondered if he might have even told her that her daughter had been there watching them. The way things had been going the past few days, Brook was feeling impossibly horny, and it felt like it was never going to go away. Not caring if her parents came home suddenly and caught her sunbathing topless, she took off her bikini top and lay back again. It wasn't long before her hand found its way into her bikini bottom to stroke along the moistening lips of her warm pussy.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

"I just might here. Besides, I'm not sure anyone will see anyway. We can go nude if we want; remember?" She is modest but not a prude. She also has a since of humor and sometimes has a lot of talk just for my benefit. We walked further down and the beach seemed secluded. Brooke removed her dress and walked in her bikini. She wanted to get in the water before the afternoon cooled down. It was still hot and I didn't expect it was going to get much cooler, so we pulled a towel from my back pack and placed it on the sand. I had no shorts that I wanted to get wet. No one was around, so thinking about what Gina had said I just got naked. I suggested that Brooke do the same.

I pressed my lips together and pulled the camcorder into focus as the other girls appeared with Ben, giggling and going to their knees to suck his cock. “You ready?" Britney turned and asked as she straddled Sam, the tip of his cock hitting her ass crack. “Yes," I muttered and clicked the REC button.

“Where should we start, Vinichi? From the very beginning, or should we just skip to the part where we realized we shared a common goal?” Vinichi dragged a chair and placed it right before me. He wore the same dark clothes from the kidnapping, and some gloves snug over his hands. “Let me take it from here, Brooke.” He smiled sinisterly. “I’ll grab some popcorn, this is going to be good.” Brooke laughed as she walked off again. I braced myself for anything, ready for whatever twisted tale they were about to unleash. I’d seen and heard too much to be easily rattled anymore. Brooke came back with popcorn from God knows where and a document she tossed to Vinichi.

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

Considering everything Janice had confessed to Tom that night, Brook wondered if he might have even told her that her daughter had been there watching them. The way things had been going the past few days, Brook was feeling impossibly horny, and it felt like it was never going to go away. Not caring if her parents came home suddenly and caught her sunbathing topless, she took off her bikini top and lay back again. It wasn't long before her hand found its way into her bikini bottom to stroke along the moistening lips of her warm pussy.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered. ... Heavily pregnant, I dragged myself across the floor, crawling toward the heavy steel door. Just as the heavy door slammed shut with a deafening bang, my fingers were caught in the jamb. I heard the sickening crunch of bone. A fresh wave of agony ripped through me, overwhelming the torment of the drug. A piercing scream tore from my throat. But Vito's mind was entirely on Scarlett. He was deaf to my cries. Suddenly, warm fluid leaked down. I knew my water had broken.

We all shower in this locker room daily- it shouldn’t be a big deal. I toss my towel onto the bench, toeing off my mud-caked gym shoes. I pull my shirt off overhead, drop it on top of my shoes. Then, hesitantly, I glance over at Brooke. She’s shimmying out of her yoga pants, revealing those long, tan legs. She’s still got her t-shirt on, but I can see the bottom of her bare ass cheeks skimming underneath the hem. Fuck, she’s got a great ass. Brooke looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine.