Abbie’s Spring Break
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 4: More Surprises
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4: More Surprises - 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 Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism
{4}ABBIE
We were spooning again. Hot and sweating, we chose cuddling over cooling.
“I thought the first time was great, but then you found another gear, Abe. For being out of the game for so long, you don’t seem to have forgotten anything.”
“You inspire me, Abbie. I want you to have as much pleasure as possible and I’m reacting to your feelings.”
“That surprises me. Most guys our age are completely focused on their own pleasure. What happened to you?”
I had enough experiences with lazy guys who simply fall asleep and start snoring after getting their rocks off. Abe was the opposite.
“That’s a bit of a story, and I would rather enjoy this time before your parents return.” His voice reminded me he was still luxuriating in the soft mattress. But then his nervous uncertainty rushed back.
“Wayne will take one sniff and then come after me for despoiling his precious, innocent daughter.”
I couldn’t help myself, and started laughing so hard that I almost peed myself. When I started to settle, I turned my head around, saw Abe’s mystified face, and lost it all over again.
“Abe, (snort), my parents brought me down here hoping I’d find a nice guy like you to have fun with. The minute I dragged you into this RV last night, they took one look and thought I was failing to follow their plan. But this morning you showed you could speak, and eat, and you even joined in with my pantless parents.”
“They did leave us here in bed unchaperoned, that’s true.”
“Exactly. And instead of going from guy to guy down here hoping to find someone I could at least party around with, I found you. You’re the stud who won the race by ten lengths, if you don’t mind the metaphor. Ha!”
“You’re calling me a ‘stud,’ Abbie? I guess that could be OK. But you’re sounding like when your parents come back, you’re going to use that name to describe me.”
“I was laughing because you have my parents all wrong. There’s another level to their lives beyond just walking naked around the house.”
Speak of the devil! Mom knocked on the RV’s flimsy door and called, “Abbie, can we come in?”
“Sure, Mom.” I called her in, but it wasn’t only my parents. Another couple came in behind them. I took a subtle step to stand in front of Abe so he wouldn’t be so nervous about being naked.
Dad made the introductions, indicating that Melis and Serkan would be their guests this afternoon.
“Their names are Turkish; they are American citizens named by their immigrant parents. Like us, they have a couple of children here enjoying the holiday. We got to talking and they wanted to come back and see our RV.”
“And your bodies!” Melis laughed, in her high-pitched voice. Her voice was 100% Texan, not showing any Middle Eastern influence.
Serkan added, “You look a little surprised, Abbie. I do tell people Melis and I are from the Middle East, and by that I mean Port Arthur.” All of us Houstonians laughed, since we knew Port Arthur was a one hour drive east of the city.
“All right. Abe and I will leave now, and you guys can relax in the RV together. Just give me a second to hitch up the girls and we’ll be out.” Abe looked endearingly confused until he watched me tuck lefty and righty into the tiny bikini top.
I grabbed my small backpack and stepped out of the RV. I stood in front of Abe while he quickly picked up and put on his shorts, and put his flip-flops on his feet.
“What’s with the bag?”
“Along with the sunscreen, I figured we should go find the rest of your belongings and bring them back to the RV,” I told him.
“To the RV? You want me to stay? With you?”
“There’s that mighty college brain of yours. Yes, Abraham. With me. You’ll just have to tell all your other girlfriends, ‘Too bad, so sad.’ I’m not letting you out of my sight. Even if you’re wearing those scruffy shorts.”
“You know there are no other girlfriends, Abbie. Just you.”
“Yeah, I know. But you still owe me a story.”
“What? I’ve forgotten.”
“It’s about why you are the way you are in bed.”
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