Yesterday was Independence Day in more one way for me. I’m not much of a parade and greasy food kind of guy, but there’s just something about fireworks I find fascinating, so after hiding out all day in my apartment, I decided to slip down to the lake to watch the fireworks last night. It was the first time I’d been out of my apartment for any extended time since my blackout period.
I grabbed a couple of wine coolers and a blanket, and headed to the lakeside park. There was quite a crowd gathered, but no one I recognized. In the midst of the crowd, I began to realize just how overwhelming these new mind powers can be. I could barely concentrate, with so many stray thoughts bombarding my brain.
I packed up and moved down the beach, to a more secluded area. Just before the fireworks show began I found a nice, quiet place, under some trees, that still had a good view of the cloudless night sky over the lake.
As the first few fireworks exploded overhead, I opened a wine cooler and sat back. It was easy to relax and just lose myself in the display.
“Do you really want to be alone tonight?” The silky voice surprised me. I hadn’t sensed anyone near.
Out of the darkness a gorgeous woman appeared. Long dark hair, bright eyes, and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Her skimpy dress advertized sleek lines and sexy curves. She held a glass of wine in one hand and took a stance that shouted ‘available.’
“Hi,” I said rising (in more ways than one). “I’m Marc.”
“I know,” she answered. “I know who you are, and what you are.”
The hair on the back of my neck rose. Who was this chick?
I tried like hell to delve her mind, but something was blocking me. “Who are you?”
“Someone who’s looking out for you. Someone who cares.”
That didn’t answer any of my questions.
Then she smiled, and held up her hand. “I’m Sarah. Can I join you?”
I invited her to sit down on the blanket next to me. What the hell, she was hot and even without being able to read her mind, I had a good guess as to what was on her mind. “So, when you said you knew what I am, you mean you know I’m a writer? You read my blog?”
She smiled. “That too. I also know you’re a Psylon.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “That’s just stuff I write about on my blog. You know . . . fiction,” I lied.
“If you say so,” she said, sliding her hand up my thigh and squeezing my crotch. “I just love authors.” Now I really didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking.
I reached over and ran my fingers through her silky locks, cupping the back of her head and drawing her lips toward mind. There was no resistance.
As the night sky exploded with color, we rolled on the blanket locked in a kiss that had me ready to pop. She worked my jeans open and freed my cock, while I worked my fingers under her dress. She was so wet. So ready.
“I need you now. Rough and quick.” She was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving against my chest.
So that’s the way I took her.
After, we wrapped in the blanket and watched the rest of the fireworks. Then I took her home and made a few more.
I fell asleep in her arms, but when I woke this morning, she was gone.
A dream? Maybe. Things have been so weird lately.
But I don’t think so.
Happy Independence Day!