Abbie’s Spring Break
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7: Probing
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 7: Probing - 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
ABBIE
“I like Mateo, but he was a third wheel. I’m glad Silvia’s appreciating him. Abe, if you’re able, I’m thinking we should have more sex. The question is, where?”
“For you, I’m always ready. Even while coping with your barrage of puns. But there’s no chance we can tell your parents to get out of their RV so we can use their bed again.”
“You’d be surprised, they’re willing to give me space. Abe, I feel like I haven’t told you as much as I need to about myself and my parents. In high school, I did a lot of partying. I made good grades, but on Friday and Saturday nights I was wild and crazy. For a while, I even juggled two boyfriends at the same time. It got to the point where they were going to fight each other with me as the prize.”
“Oh, wow. I actually understand that.”
“You what?”
“If you were the prize, I’d fight like hell.”
“NO! God, that’s ... Look, I don’t want to be fought over. I dumped both of them. Don’t you get it? It needed to be my choice. I’m not a damn first place trophy. Listen, now. I had a balance in high school between scholarship and recreation. Then I enrolled in the University of Houston, as you know. This was in September of...”
“Yeah, same as me, I remember.”
“What I’m saying is college is nothing like high school. I couldn’t find that balance; instead, I was burying myself in studying. Coffee, class, library, lunch, class, library, dinner, studying, sleep. Rinse and repeat. When I returned home for my first summer, my parents were horrified.”
“I don’t understand, Abbie.”
“My complexion was bad, my hair was greasy, my clothes were dirty, and my grades were perfect. They literally sent me for psychological counseling. When I went back in the fall, I had a little more self-respect and avoided looking like I was homeless. But the courses were even harder and I still was all grind and no fun, except for volleyball. And I spent more time outdoors getting actual sunlight.”
“So...”
“Better, but at Christmas my folks were still fretting. And, honestly, they were right. I was unhappy, lonely, and frustrated. That’s when they hatched the plan to bring me down here to South Padre Island for spring break. Where I was extremely lucky to meet my ideal man.”
“Oh, yeah? Who is that?”
“Abraham, don’t give me that shit. Look, you’ve made a good impression on my parents. Let me remind you, they brought me down here hoping I would, well, hook up. Are you my prize catch?”
“Happily, Abbie.” He hooked his finger into his mouth and tugged, making me giggle.
“Here’s the thing. My parents cast their nets out, looking for more partners besides the Turkish couple we met. It’s likely they will spend some nights with other couples. Or my parents will go out to dinner and tell me to guard the RV while they’re gone.”
“I’ll also help guard. Ruff! Ruff! Doggie style!”
“Yeah, I thought so. I saw your eyes when Silvia’s suit sagged.”
“Oops. Sorry, Abbie. I didn’t mean to be disloyal.”
“If you’re going to be my puppy, you have to be loyal. Woman’s best friend.”
He ruffed again, and cast his eyes toward me while tilting his head, as if wanting me to scratch his scalp. So that’s what I did, while calling him a “good puppy.”
“All right, my pet. Let’s go down to the beach and look for some lunch. Dealing with your worries has made me hungry. Stop! Don’t apologize again, enough is enough. Come on, let’s get something in our bellies besides beer.”
“I’m thinking now beer is my enemy and I don’t want to drink it ever again.”
Impatient, I told him, “No, I enjoy when you’re a little tipsy. I’ll ration your intake so you won’t feed the fish like before.”
“I obey, mistress.”
“Oh, shut up. Abe, you’re not my servant, you’re my puppy. Didn’t we go over this?”
Just then, we were interrupted. Melis and Serkan were leaving, and we exchanged polite greetings with them. My father stood naked just inside the RV’s door.
I told him, “Abe and I are going down to the beach for some lunch.”
Dad said, “Give us a minute to dress, and we’ll go with you.”
The four of us found a place with picnic tables, and Abe’s interrogation was underway. Most of what he said I already knew from the afternoon we first met. But it was good to hear it all again.
With real warmth in his voice, he described his single mother’s care for him. As for his father, he told a common story. When Abe was about eight, his parents divorced. A second wife bore his father more children, and then they became his prime focus instead of Abe. To his credit, he maintained generous support for Abe while he was growing up, and he established a substantial fund for Abe’s university education.
My mother asked Abe, “Your mother doesn’t have a partner?”
He answered, “No, I haven’t detected any interest. I’m sad for her, but she simply won’t talk to me about that subject. Whatever happened in their divorce seems to have left her bitter or untrusting, I think.”
“But she doesn’t mind you dating?”
“No, the opposite. When spring break is over, I’m hoping Abbie will meet Mom. I think they’ll get along great.”
Mom said, “Abe, give me your hand. I’m going to tell your future.” I watched Dad give her a sharp look, while I just gaped at her.
“Of course, Laurie. Please tell me my future.” That was Abe, always polite.
“Sorry, I was fibbing. I just wanted to hold your hand and look into your eyes.” My mom, always flirting.
“Be honest with me, Abe. I worry that our outrageous lifestyle could be difficult for you. It might create a wedge between you and my daughter.”
I interrupted, “Mom, it’s fine. We talked about it already.” She shouldn’t be meddling!
Dad mumbled, “Laurie...”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.