To all who read this story; please understand, like most authors here, I am an amateur. I don't have an editor, but rely on the tools embedded in my word processing software (which are proving to be not that great!). In previous stories, some readers have commented on my lack of proper punctuation and misuse of tense, syntax, and, in some cases, individual words (i.e., 'organism' in place of 'orgasm'). Don't get me wrong, gentle reader -- I appreciate the helpful hints. But please try to understand that my style is conversational not formal. When I write, I try to imagine that you are a friend, sitting across from me sharing a glass of wine. I'm telling you a story, face-to-face. I'm not an English Major and I hope this isn't too off-putting for you. If it is, please excuse me. I'm telling you about events as they happened to me and mine and, while the dialogue may not be accurate on a word-for-word basis, it's as accurate as I can remember and conveys the essential meaning. With these caveats in mind, please read on -- and feel free to comment on what you read.
KattieLynn & Tucker -- The Homecoming
We'd been married for just over three months when we decided to pay a visit to my parents. My mother was retired from teaching, Dad still worked at the engineering firm, and David, my younger brother, was now set to graduate from a local college and move into the work force (boy, was he in for a big surprise!). Tucker and I had some additional vacation accumulated, so we were looking forward to getting away from home and this visit. While we had spent some time with the family before we were married, we both felt a strain when we were with them, since we were living together and my family had some very traditional values (I'm sure most girls can understand what I'm talking about -- guys seem oblivious to it!).
We left on a Friday afternoon and drove 'till about 10:30, stopping for dinner and continuing on to the hotel where we'd made reservation. We checked in and got to our room. It felt so good to get away from the house! We stripped (actually, he stripped me, which was a great deal of fun!), took a shower together and wound up making love there, with the water cascading down around us (so great not to have to worry about running out of hot water!). All in all, a very satisfying experience!
Tucker and I both sleep in the nude, although I'll slip my panties back on after a night of sex so as not to stain the sheets (his cum does tend to drip out during the night!). I lay there next to him, the soft red light from the alarm providing just enough illumination for me to see him as he drifted off to sleep. I still marvel at the wonder of his body, so hard where I'm not, so angular, his skin rough where I'm smooth, the planes of his muscles standing out even in sleep. My fingers trace the scars on his chest and arms, a remnant of his service with Army Special Forces in Afghanistan. "My poor Tuck", I thought, "so tough and such a man, but deep down, still a little boy."
We left the hotel and drove on to my family's home, arriving about 3:00 in the afternoon. Mom and Dad, David, and my Aunt Kattie were there. Dad and David had spent some time with Tucker before we were married. Dad was pretty much into the shooting sports and David and I were well trained in handling firearms. By the time we were 15, both David and I had shot just about everything Dad owned, from his 12 gage shotguns down to the little .17 HMR and .22 pistols. In our line of work, Tucker and I handle firearms pretty much on a daily basis. Tucker, of course, was even more familiar with firearms than I am. Dad and David had a full day planned for them out at his range, so I knew I would lose him for at least that next day. Mom and Aunt Kattie wanted me to stay home and "girl talk", which I was more than happy to do. A great chance to catch up on all the gossip in my hometown!
Aunt Kattie, Mom's older sister, had been married to Uncle Ben for about 20 years when he was killed in an accident on their farm. Even though I was much younger when this happened, I remember how devastated she was. She never remarried, but kept the farm going with hired help. Today, her two children, Ben Jr. and his wife Sarah, and my cousin Janis and her husband Don run the day-to-day farm operations, while Aunt Kattie takes care of the business end. David and I had spent some of our summer vacations out there every year until we went off to school.
Tucker and I unpacked the car and got our stuff inside, with Tucker doing the heavy lifting. "Kattie, why is it that I can pack a full two weeks worth of stuff in a simple roll bag, and you need three suitcases?", he exclaims as he drags this stuff into the house. I, of course, simply roll my eyes. How can you expect a man to understand these things? One of life's little mysteries, I guess!
Up the steps we go, all this stuff packed into my old room. How strange it feels to enter the precinct of my girlhood, where I grew up. Everything is pretty much as it was when I left home for college, the same pictures on the walls, the same single bed, the same dresser, lamp, ticking clock (that had to go!), even the rug was the same. Mom hadn't had time to redecorate this room yet, as she was concentrating on the rest of the house and, since this was a spare bedroom, it stayed just as it was. "Maybe next year, after I finish with David's room", she told me when I asked. I'm glad she left it this way, at least for this first visit.
Dinner, a short walk around the block, "Hi, Mrs. Jones. Yes, this is my husband, Tucker..." is repeated over and over to the neighbors sitting on their front porches, as we walk arm-in-arm down the street where I grew up. I'm so proud of him! He's a gentleman in every way, greeting the older ladies and men who live here. These were the same people I used to baby-sit for, their kids all grown now and off, involved with their own lives, much as Tucker and I are. Not much has changed here. A few new faces, but mostly the same folks. It feels good to walk with someone you love in the warmth of an early summer evening.
We sit in the parlor that first night, talking and catching up. Soon, it's time for bed and Tucker and I go up to my old room. Somehow, it seems so much smaller than it did when I was living at home. Maybe having Tucker here fills the room up. We undress and climb into the single bed.
"Now, this is going to be interesting" he says, as he realizes that we have just enough room to lay side by side, if one of us lays sideward! I turn to him, and feel his hands already reaching for me. Since he's lying on his left side, I turn onto my right, and I snuggle into his chest. His left arm is under my waist; his right hand reaches for and finds my breasts. I slip one legs between his, letting my pussy rest on the muscle of his thigh, lightly rubbing my clitoris up and down along the hardness of it.
"Tuck, this feels so strange", I say, "having you here in this bed with me."
"Why's that?" he asked, in a sleepy voice.
"I grew up here. I slept in this bed as a girl. There were nights that I dreamed of having someone here with me, someone to do the things to me that I did myself."
