Homecoming Stories

I awoke, a little blurry, to see Carla standing naked, her back to me. The first thing I noticed was her round, well-shaped ass. I yawned and stretched. Sweet Carla turned her head slightly. She was grinning. "Good morning," I said. "How are you?" "Great!" Carla said. "A little sore, but great. We really went at it last night!" She giggled. "Yeah, we sure did," I said. "Did you have as much fun as I did?" Carla said. "Wel...

It was odd the way some things all at once were strange and familiar. Of course, it was simply that I hadn’t been back to my hometown all that much in the past two years and only the summers and Christmas for the three before that. I was on my way to becoming an architect, following in my father’s footsteps and five years in, two to go, I had a choice. I could drop out now and simply be qualified as a structural designer/...