Abbie’s Spring Break
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 1: Ready to Go?
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 1: Ready to Go? - Dean’s List overachiever Abbie hasn't partied since high school — so her nudist parents drag her to South Padre Island for spring break, determined to fix that. She never expects a shy college guy named Abe to steal her heart, his nervousness hidden by too much free beer. What starts as flirtation becomes something much more intense, erotic, and lasting — beyond when the holiday ends and they have to return to university together.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism
ABBIE
“Abe, just lie still with your eyes closed, while I explain the whole story of why I’m here in this tent with you. I need to start back in Houston a couple of days ago.”
You blinked up at me, still looking pale, before letting your head drop back onto the pad. I grinned and gave you a quick kiss before starting.
My dad was fidgeting. He kept going in and out of the house to our RV so often that Mom yelled at him.
“Wayne, you’re letting the hot air into the house. I’m almost ready, ten more minutes!”
With only two days to plan and pack, our spring break trip from Houston down to South Padre Island (SPI) would be six hours of driving. At least the RV had air conditioning. I’m going on spring break with my parents?
I suppose that needs some explanation. I’ll remind you, I’m an undergraduate student at the University of Houston, in what amounts to a pre-law curriculum. I’m 20, this is my second year. I still live at home and commute to classes in my elderly Hyundai.
I teased my parents by coming home one evening and acting all glum and disappointed. I admitted I had something from the school I needed to show them. Reluctantly, I handed over the official envelope from the Registrar’s Office. When she opened it, Mom jumped up and came around the table to hug me.
Dad said, “What the hell?”
“Wayne, just read it!”
After that, he sandwiched me from the other side. The card showed I was on the Dean’s list again with near-perfect grades.
“I ought to spank you,” Dad muttered, “but there’s probably some law against spanking your adult daughter.”
“That’s OK, Dad, you can spank Mom instead. You know how much she enjoys it.”
How did I know this? Did I forget to mention all three of us are nudists? Which means that I’ve often seen hand prints reddening my mom’s backside. Not to mention when she walks past him, he swats her, and she giggles.
I can hardly remember when we weren’t nudists. It started for practical reasons—our little house didn’t have working air conditioning. All we had was a “swamp cooler” that ran on water instead of a refrigerant. When Dad got a new better-paying job in Houston and Mom went back to work, we moved into a normal Texas home with central air.
By then, we were in the habit of walking into the house and undressing. There’s a bathrobe by the front door for unexpected visitors or deliveries.
So, where was I? Oh, yeah, the Dean’s list.
When my parents calmed down, they said the three of us were going to South Padre Island for spring break. I’ll admit, I was skeptical. But they insisted I was failing university in the most important aspect: not enough fun. The truth was, they were right. I had chosen assignments over socializing every time.
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