Home for the summer

I just graduated from college, so let the summer officially start!

Arrived home today, and I swear when I drove up our old dirt and gravel driveway (I won't let Daddy pave it) I felt like my heart was gonna swell and burst with excitement.

I've been away at college in another state for 4 years, coming back for the summer in between when I could, so I really missed my home, and I even missed my sleepy little parish.

My family has a huge old antebellum home; it's been in our family since before the Civil War, and it's the most beautiful place on earth. There are big white columns, deep galleries, huge windows that span from the ceiling to the floors, and lots of antiques and ornate furnishings, and a breathtaking elliptical staircase, which winds up three floors.
Surrounding the house is a large expanse of lush green farmland, and the placid beauty of the swamp.

As soon as I got home, I slung my bags on the floor, took a cool shower, and slid under the soft sheets for a glorious nap. I miss my bed when I'm gone; it's a huge antique four-poster bed, with a thick down filled mattress. I almost need a ladder to reach it, but it's like sleeping on a pile of clouds. Before I fell asleep, I wondered if my diploma would arrive soon; it's nice to have that written documentation of your Bachelor's degree on your wall!

My mother called me to supper a couple hours later, and I glided down the steps, breathing the delicious smells of juicy meats and sweet cornbread. My two brothers were there, so it was nice to have the whole family together for supper.

I sat on the porch watching the sun set, and listening to the night sounds, and decide to take a drive to a little bar a few miles away.

I put on a tank top and a light silky skirt that hit the tops of my knees, and paired these with my favorite battered Frye boots. With the windows rolled down and the radio blasting, I put a beer between my legs, relishing the way the ice-cold bottle felt against my hot thighs.

It was a popular haunt for the locals; a dirt parking lot with lots of big trucks with those huge lights on the hoods. The music was loud and thumping, balls smacked and clicked off each other on the pool tables, and a thick blue-white layer of smoke hovered over the bar.

As soon as I sat down and ordered a beer, James came over and sat next to me. He's a boy I went to school with, and as we sipped our beers, I wondered if he had always been so cute. He was wearing jeans, a tee-shirt, and a ball cap. And he was muscled and fit from working on a road crew, or something.

I wondered if I'd just been surrounded by pale pseudo-intellectual Yankees too long, because he looked so yummy.

We ended up on a secluded spot on my property at about 1 am. Under the bright moon, naked in the humid air, the grass was dewy and soft, and it was so sexy; just being naked under the stars and the night sky, surrounded by grass and trees and the sounds of the bayou creatures.
It was okay: I had to coach him on a few things. I had to show him how to gently use his fingers, and once he slipped inside me, I gripped him with my legs, and whispered in his ear to do it hard and fast, which was what I wanted that night.

I dressed and told him to go, saying I had to get up early. As soon as he was gone I crept inside the house and slipped quietly into my house. I had to shower and visualize washing off Jame's "energy" or essence or whatever, because I could feel how much he used to like me, and his resentment for me as well.

It's hard for me to be around people, because I have an ability that makes me hyper aware of everyone's feelings and thoughts--their"vibes"I guess. I only recently read that a person who has this ability is called an Empath. I have to be careful to keep a "bubble" up around myself, otherwise the person's thoughts and feelings will transfer to me, and many times that's very bad for me. But, I can read people so well that I can absorb their energies and makes them do my bidding. Also, I can see things that are going to happen in my dreams. I suppose I inherited it; my mother has a touch of it, but she says her mother was a psychic as well as a medium, and her mother's mother, and so on, hallelujah.

That's right, I come from a long line of psychics and dabblers in witchcraft.

It's going to be a fun summer.