Kathryn Erbe Nude Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Girls whispered, giggled, and pretended not to stare, but they all did. Then Kathryn strutted toward him, hips swinging like she owned the place. She wore a pink beaded mini gown that glittered every time the light hit it,her boobs were practically all out and I bet if she had bend a little further we might be seeing her pants. Her smile screamed desperation. Around me, the crowd buzzed. “Did you see that? Byrain Davis just looked at me!” one girl squealed. “What’s wrong with you? He wasn’t looking at you,” another snapped.

“It's a beautiful night after all, plus you got a helluva view of the Island from here so you thought you'd come here to cool off a bit?’’ Katie didn't reply. She couldn't even if she wanted to, anyways. With each second she became more and more uncomfortably aware of her state of undress. And to imagine that only some minutes ago, she'd contemplated swimming in the nude! At the thought of that she cringed, flushing terribly.

Her laughter filled the air even above the crash of the waves and the high-pitched screeches of the gulls. I liked seeing her have fun. Because it seemed so alien to her, and I didn’t want to spoil that for her. “Are you still sticking to this nonsense that this ends when you get home?” Tate asked as he reclined topless next to me. There were no tattoos on his skin, but it caught everyone’s eyes, regardless. He looked like some kind of tanned Greek god. And he was totally oblivious to it, which just attracted people even more. Not that we had to worry about that much where we were. The stretch of beach was practically deserted. It was Erik’s favourite place to stop when we were on the road.