Abbie’s Spring Break
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 8: After Care and Relocation
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8: After Care and Relocation - 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
ABE
My mythical “Cunnilingus for Dummies” book was a big success. With my face buried, I could tell that Abbie had first one climax, and then another. The second one left her gasping, and she sprawled out face down on the bed with her legs squeezed together. She effectively blocked my access, and begged me to take a break.
“So, enough in the front. Should I move back to door number two?”
“Abe, oh, stop. Please stop.” I noticed her protectively squeeze her cheeks together. “I just need another minute. Wait for me.”
“OK,” I agreed. “You have wonderful blonde hair. Sometime when you’re cooling down, I could be brushing it for you.”
“You want to brush ... That would be lovely, Abe. Listen, I’m going to turn over and spread my legs for missionary. Are you ready for a religious experience?”
“More than ready. Eager!”
“Good boy. Climb on so I can come again.”
“I hear and obey.”
“Abe, less talking, more action. Yeah, ooh, that’s, ah, that’s perfect.”
ABBIE
I suppose some women would pass over Abe, because his cock size was perfectly average. I’ve had bigger ones and smaller ones, but his was “just right.”
“Hello, Goldilocks!” I thought.
What excited me most was how committed he was to my satisfaction. He watched my face with a small smile, showing his attention to my pleasure. That’s what really wound me up.
OK, past lovers were in high school. Likely, I was expecting more from them than they had to offer. Still, if a guy wanted me to be naked and accepting, I thought he should make an effort to check in with me.
I felt him thrusting, building up speed and power. But then, his body stiffened and he slowed down.
“Inside me; it’s fine.”
With a deep groan, Abe unloaded. I felt the warm wetness inside from his pulsing cock. When he started breathing again, I gave him a friendly squeeze using my internal muscles, causing a startled grin.
“You did that?” he asked.
“I did. You haven’t felt that before?”
“Nope. You know, I’ve only had a couple of partners, and one of them was generally impatient. She’d say, ‘Are you done yet?’ which kind of put me off.”
“My word for that is ‘cuntish,’ Abe. If I ever did that to you, you should dump me immediately. I promise, that’s not going to happen. I can’t believe this, though.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Abe, we forgot the towel again. You’re going to have to ease out and I’ll slip my hand in quickly to prevent leaks.”
“Oops! Are you ready? Three, two, one, now.”
It was difficult in the close quarters but Abe helped me off the mattress so I could stand and scuttle to the toilet with my hand between my legs.
Afterwards, I said, “Have I impressed you with my ultra-smooth lovemaking?”
“Actually, you did. Afterwards is my fault for over-flooding you.”
“Don’t be silly, Abe. You don’t have a flow-restrictor. Isn’t that engineer-speak?”
“Sweetie, engineering is not on my mind right now.”
“Oh, yeah? What is?”
“Abbie, all I can think about is finding a towel for round two.”
“I’d call that intelligent thinking.”
About an hour later, I got a call from Dad. He asked us to meet him (and Mom) at the picnic table we shared at lunchtime. After we put our swimsuits back on, we made the short walk and found my parents at that same table.
Dad said, “Abe, Abbie, we’ve made some new friends. Meet Gayle and Steve.”
After all the introductions, we remained standing while the “adults” remained seated at the picnic table. Dad got right down to business.
“Our friends here are visiting from a nudist camp west of here. The camp has all the hookups for our RV, and we snagged a spot. I see your face, Abbie, but you shouldn’t worry. I used the internet to search, and eventually I found a room for you and Abe at the Margarita Beach Resort, and we rented a car for you to get around and then drive back from SPI to UH.”
I couldn’t believe what Dad was telling us. “During spring break, you found a room? And a car?”
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