This is the fourth part of a story that started as a standalone one, called Abigail’s Awakening and continued as Abigail’s Adventures, then Abigail’s Adiós. By this stage, I think half of this story would be me trying to recap the previous three, so you really need to read those, or at least Abigail’s Adiós, but I’ll put in some pointers.

This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish. All characters are 18 years old or older and are happy with the events.

Many thanks to FreyaGersemi for Beta-Reading and sprinkling her fairy dust over it, buckets and buckets of fairy dust! But any remaining errors are my own. Read her stories here. Freya’s Stories.

Note:- this happens in England, and Abigail and her friends are British, but she met Diego, Emile (aka Emiliano) and Carlos in Ibiza, a Spanish island in the Mediterranean known as a holiday destination, when on a Hen-party holiday. Until then, Abigail had very little sexual experience, having been fucked only seventeen times, of which only three resulted in orgasms in very vanilla sex. If you think that sounds precise, Abigail is hyper-aware of detail, so such a small tally is not a challenge. Now she had lost count – very thoroughly.

BDSM is a very minor reference to a collar, nipple clamps, paddling and a Sub Dom female relationship.

Abigail’s Accounts Part 1 – Abigail is back in England and has promised Diego that she will keep in touch. But would she ever see him again?

I’ve already decided to write about my Ibiza adventures, and this will follow on from them. All I need is to find a site where I can post them for others to read, even if just for free.

I felt guilty that I hadn’t given Diego my e-mail address or phone number, but mobile calls abroad are extortionate. Possibly they won’t be in the future, as technology is moving so fast since the millennium. I have Broadband in the flat I share with Denise, aka Deni, but we can’t afford the data or speed to download films.

Judging by Diego’s fancy new smartphone, so much better than my old Nokia with real buttons, and his work with computers, I guess his Broadband is much better than mine. He used that translation thing by Google, rather than me using my old pocket English-Spanish dictionary. If that service ever takes off, I’m worried about what it might do to my line of work in translation and interpretation.

I found the card with Diego’s email address, and I was about to let him know we were back. But then I thought, if we are going to send emails to each other, I hope they will get saucy, and I wouldn’t want to accidentally send one to a client. So I set up a new email account and sent him the following.

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To: Diego@█████████.com 12/04/2011 18:15

Dear Diego, we are safely back home and, on the flight back, Deni and I updated my best friend Julia, aka Jules, about all our goings on. She knew that we had kindly set up her sister with a sex date with Carlos, but she didn’t know about the involvement of Emile and Deni, as Deni had not had a chance to say anything.

I have set up a new email address to ensure that I don’t accidentally send a reply to all and embarrass myself, and I suggest you do the same. The broadband in our flat is very basic, so I’ll only be able to send you emails and hopefully a few pictures from my camera.

Carlos had certainly affected Frances as she spent most of the flight just looking out the window. I hope she and Ricky can sort things out, but if not, it’s better before than after the wedding.

In the taxi that Deni, Jules and I took from the airport, Deni started asking me about when we were going to go out looking for men to pull. Jules looked at me in surprise, but not as much as when Deni hinted that if we don’t, we can certainly have good times together.

After we dropped Jules off, Dani asked me if I was going to actually keep in touch with you, and I said I was. Then she remarked how much you and your brothers had brought me out of my shell.

I long to hear from you.

Abbi xxx.

From Ibiza69Abbi@█████████.com

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Diego replied within twenty minutes, saying he was pleased that we were home safe and that the men in England were going to be so lucky to have Deni and me back there. I know we promised each other to continue enjoying sex with others, but I wasn’t so sure. I sensed that my feelings for Diego were special, more than just sex, but probably not achievable except on brief visits that I couldn’t afford.

He went on to inform me that Carlos had told them how he put Frances right about the work that she needs to put into the relationship with Ricky if it’s going to work out. He explained the real meaning of ‘dama exigente’ was that she was a demanding lady and had used Spanish to save her any embarrassment in front of her friends.

I replied with a short email promising to tell him about Deni and my plans, once we had any, not that it would be my priority. Also, as we had just got back, I didn’t think we would be doing anything until after Easter.

On Sunday night, I sent Diego an email as I had promised.

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To: Diego2-3ChicoEspanol@█████████.com 17/04/2011 17:03

Dear Diego, I didn’t go out over the weekend as I was still feeling tired from the holiday, and I need to catch up on my private tutorial work. Not the sort of thing Deni needs to worry about with her office job.

Deni and Jules did go out on Saturday, but didn’t pick anyone up as they only went for a meal and to a pub for a few drinks. When she got back, she complained that I hadn’t gone out and wasn’t interested in any ‘fun at home’ either.

I’m not sure about going into town to meet men, as I don’t want to risk getting known as a libertine in case it becomes known and I lose work because of it. With the latest phones, cameras are starting to be everywhere, so I could have a naked picture taken of me without me knowing it. I sometimes wish my Nokia had a camera, but it’s all that I could afford at the time and cameras on phones were a rarity.

Abbi xxx.

From Ibiza69Abbi@█████████.com

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Diego didn’t reply for three hours and twenty-four minutes. Not that I was watching the time!

He said he was sad that I hadn’t managed to go out and enjoy myself, and suggested that I should do so over Easter.

He told me that he and Emile had gone out, and his brother had picked up a cute French girl called Naëlle, who had got bored with her friends. Emile let Diego know and went back to their apartment. They shared her to ensure that she had a good time. Of course, it wasn’t like when they shared me, but in their old way of swapping, or what I had called Tag Teaming.

When they had given Naëlle as much fun as she could take, Diego had escorted her back to her hotel. He had wondered if she would have enjoyed herself more if she had the attentions of the two of them together.

Apparently, Carlos was away again last weekend, and Emiliano thinks he may have a woman in Portinax, a small town and resort at the north end of Ibiza. If so, I was honoured that he would abandon her to enjoy being with me, as until now, no woman has captured his heart. All week, Carlos had continued to complain about Frances and praise Denise and me, but mostly me. Then Diego asked if I could send him a sexy photo, as he had forgotten to take any while he had the real thing to look at.

I replied that it would be difficult to take that sort of photo with my camera, as I don’t have a stand, or rather a tripod, for it, as it is a large SLR type that I had for my twenty-first birthday. I didn’t mention getting Deni to help, as she might think I wanted a fun time with her, so I hoped he wouldn’t suggest it.

Regarding Easter, I told him that I was going back home for the long weekend, so although I might be meeting up with old friends, there was no prospect of anything special happening.

Then I informed him that I had started to write up our story so that I could remember how much he had helped me to learn about the joy of sex.

Diego replied by email in minutes. He said that even a photo in a mirror with my face hidden by the camera would be nice. I got the impression that having a sexy photo was his top priority, unless he was just trying to turn me on. He also asked me to let him read it as I go along so that he can enjoy it and give me any help if I need it.

I thought about the photo and, as Deni was out, I could take it without her knowing. So I checked what I could take in which mirror, and I found out that the best one was in the hall, just opposite the living room door. That meant that I could get a decent distance away from it, so I hurried back to my room to change. I decided that a photo of me wearing some of my newest lingerie would be the sexiest that I would be comfortable sending by email.

I changed, put my dressing gown on and went into the living room. Once I had sorted my pose, I put the camera down and dropped my gown. I picked the camera up again and took a photo. I decided to drop a shoulder strap, widen my stance and tug my panties to get a camel toe. I was just about to remove my bra when I unexpectedly heard Deni’s key in the lock, so I picked up my gown and fled to my bedroom.

I had just got my dress back on when Deni knocked on my door, and when I answered, she opened it and stepped in. She gave me an odd look and then asked, “Have you heard from Diego at all?”

I replied, “Yes, I emailed him to say we were back and have exchanged a few emails since then.”

“Well, in your next one, send him my love and ask if I can have Emile’s email address. Better still, send him mine, as I would really enjoy hearing about what they are up to.”

I promised I would, how could I not, but I worried that things might get back to Deni, like me sending the photo. Speaking of which, I downloaded the pictures from my camera to my phone, decided on which one to send and then emailed it, at a lower resolution, to Diego. As part of the email, I told him that I am looking at a Sony Ericsson phone that slides open and has a 2-megapixel camera on the back. Nothing like as good as his, but it will mean I can take photos more easily than with my clunky camera. I also included Deni’s email address for him to give to Emile.

Minutes later, I got a reply from Diego thanking me for the cute photo, and telling me not to order a new phone, as he had an old one in a drawer at work that I could have for free. I was intrigued and replied, thanking him, but insisting that I pay him for it. In his reply, he said that it had no value to him, but I could pay for postage if that made me feel better about it. Also, I would need a new charger for the odd plugs we have in England. I knew I wouldn’t win arguing about paying him, and as I trusted Diego, I thanked him, because if it was any good, it would save me the cost of an expensive new contract. Despite that, I still wondered just how good an old, valueless phone would be. Naturally, I had to provide him with my address for the postage.

When I got home on Tuesday evening, having done a private tutorial session, there was a package waiting for me, along with a curious Deni who asked, “What has Diego sent you that needed a courier? I don’t believe it’s a second-hand phone case, even if Customs did.”

I had to explain about it, and when I opened the package, I was shocked at what appeared to be a new iPhone in its box. I rang him to thank him, and to insist that I pay him for it. He explained it was his two-year-old 3GS model and no longer suitable for his work, and he now had an iPhone 4.

I then had to explain to Deni that Diego had asked for some photos of me, and my camera was awkward to use. Deni clearly understood what sort of photos we were talking about, but I still hoped to take them on my own.

On Wednesday, I went to the local Apple Store to move my contact details from my old phone and to get a charger. Then I had a hassle with my network supplier to get a new Mini-SIM card, so I switched to another cheaper company.

Back home, I got wi-fi and email set up on my new phone, which seemed as powerful as my laptop!

Then I received an email from Diego with two photos attached, asking if “I found them sexy?” I opened the email on my laptop so that the photos would be a good size. The first one was called ‘Sexy for Abbi’. He must have used the mirrors in the big bedroom, and he managed to keep the phone off to the side to keep it from hiding anything! The photo showed him from the knees up with his hips side on, right leg forward, left leg back, showing his erect cock and tight balls to good effect. His upper body was turned so I got a good look at his chest, and his face was looking straight at me with a smile and a wink. I zoomed in on his cock, but then it was too grainy. I wondered what the other photo, titled ‘Thinking of Abbi’, was, so I opened it. I didn’t need to zoom in on this one, as it was a delicious close-up of his cock and balls, even showing a small bead of pre-cum. He was holding it between the tips of his fingers and thumb as if he was stroking it, or offering it to me.

I was getting very hot between my legs and just knew he was after that sort of sexy photo, not the cute one I had done before. As Deni was out, I decided to take a full-length nude photo and work out how Diego had kept the camera away from his face. I stripped off, put on my gown and went into the living room and sorted my pose out, giving myself instructions to build up my courage. I dropped my gown, and I took a full-length, well, from the knees up, nude photo of myself in the mirror, legs spread, left hand cupping my tit and pinching my nipple. Actually, it took three attempts, and I had to learn how to use the timer!

I had just taken the photo when Deni said from the kitchen, “Diego will like the look of that!” In my shock, I dropped the phone, but it bounced on the settee. I scrambled after it and bent over to pick it up to make sure it wasn’t damaged. Deni said from behind me, “Oh, he would like that as well.” She playfully slapped my bottom. “You should have asked me to help.”

I stood and turned around. “I thought you were out! I didn’t want to …” Then words failed me.

But not Deni. “Give us the chance for some fun together. Now I understand why Loverboy gave you such a nice gift. What has he sent you?”

I couldn’t lie, and I knew ‘just some emails’ wouldn’t cut it as Deni was in terrier mode. “Some photos. I suppose you can see them as to you, it will look like Emile.”

Deni smiled. “They must be hot. I could sense you were turned on from my room, and now you are boiling. So girlfriend, do me a favour and show me.”

I put on my gown, and we headed to my room. I showed Deni the first picture of Diego posing with his hips side on. She leaned into the screen to get a closer look at his cock, so I switched to the second close-up picture, and she nearly tumbled backwards as the cock filled the screen. I saw her lick her lips!

Then she said, “Let me see the photo you took of yourself!” I opened the photos and let her see it. “Right, little Miss Shy. Let’s get back to the living room, and I’ll take some really good ones. And in return for that dick pic, you are going to send a picture of your gaping pussy.” I must have looked shocked. “Your freshly orgasmed, well-licked pussy, and no arguments!”

I knew arguments wouldn’t work, but at least I could try some revenge. “In that case, you will have to do the same to send one to Emile.”

Well, that backfired as Deni said, “Yes, please! In fact, I demand it.”

My portfolio consisted of various poses with me standing with my hands on my tits, or fingers framing my pussy, or both. Then, Deni had me sit on the settee, arse on the edge and legs spread wide, holding my pussy open. Then she moved right in and put my phone aside to start devouring me, before finger fucking me till I screamed! A couple of delightful orgasms later, while I was still recovering, she was taking close-ups of my dripping sex.

Deni disappeared and came back with her face dry and freshly made up, saying, “Stop lazing around. It’s my turn for photos and an orgasm or two.”

I reluctantly got up, and we repeated the process. As Deni is an innie, unlike me, who is an outie, she did more to open up her neat pussy, like having one leg up on the settee and pulling herself open. Then I got to munch on her smooth mound and finger fuck her. I felt Deni start to move her hips, so I pulled back to see. She must have lubed herself up as she had three fingers in her arse, finger fucking herself, while I did the same to her pussy, getting double orgasms.

When I got to take the photos, some had her fingers up her arse, and some with it gaping. Then we did a similar thing with my fingers in her pussy. That led to some additional pictures of my pussy with Deni’s fingers stuffed in there, but not my arse.

We put on our dressing gowns and returned to my room to download the photos, deleted the ones we didn’t need and then decided on the three I was going to send to Diego. I copied the eleven that Deni wanted to keep onto a USB stick so that she could send them to Diego, as he had replied to her.

Then Deni asked, “What do you think of them having that French girl? Jealous much?” I suppose I knew that Emile would tell Deni about their adventures. Something must have shown on my face as Deni took my hand and said, “Sorry. But you must know that he’s not going to become a monk without you there.”

I sighed. “I know. I said that he must keep giving women the love they need. And he said I was to enjoy myself. We agreed on that.”

Deni gave me a hug, “You realise you will make him sad if you go back to your old ways.” I could see her point. “And you having fun will enable him to enjoy giving women the love they need. But as you are going to be away over Easter, Jules and I will just have to see who we can find to do over the weekend.” I didn’t say anything, so Deni went on. “Well, these pictures aren’t going to send themselves, then it’s bedtime. And I might just come for a cuddle.” Which she did.

We both got thank you emails from Diego and Emile, where they had put the new emoji of a drooling face instead of the old :-p emoticon.

After work, I headed back home for Easter, but took my laptop and some toys with me so that I could enjoy Diego’s photos in the right way.

My parents didn’t have broadband, so I had to rely on my new phone for emails. The iPhone was a lifesaver as my old Nokia couldn’t do that! Unfortunately, the 3G signal strength in the house was poor and kept dropping to 2G, and I couldn’t find anywhere that had customer Wi-Fi. So while I could see that Diego had sent me some more pictures, I didn’t have the data allowance to open them.

I let him know about that, and so we just exchanged chatty emails, though he kept mentioning how much fun we had when I was there and certain incidents, like Deni passing out and me taking over.

I shared some of my memories, spicy bits from the story I was writing about how our experiences had awakened my sexual desires. I didn’t mention that I had been returning to my shell after I got back to England, though Deni was doing her best, as the photos showed, to get me out of it. That inspired me to tell him all the juicy details of the photo session, which led to me getting out my bunny vibrator to ease my pussy’s ache for Diego’s cock.