Chapter 54

“This is my favorite part of Christmas,” sighed Paul.

“What? Christmas is over,” insisted Andi.

“Seriously? You said that to me ... with words?” Paul was shocked. “You used your mouth to say that? We have eleven more days of Christmas to go.” Clearly, his new wife knew nothing about Christmas, at least as far as Paul is concerned. He considered joking that maybe they rushed into their marriage, but she may not consider it a joke.

They were laying on the big fancy couch in the parlor, covered with the red plaid blanket from the cabin. The blanket they fell in love on weeks ago was the same blanket they made love on for the first time 24 hours ago. The house was finally quiet. Gentle jazz Christmas music was emanating from hidden speakers around the room. The tree glowed and twinkled with hundreds of tiny lights, which were reflected in dozens and dozens of beautiful multicolored ornaments. Somewhere a small fan blew gently on the tree, causing the tinsel to shimmer. The fire in the holly covered fireplace reflected on the polished wooden floors. Oil lamps throughout the room added a golden glow to the beautiful setting. “Ok, it’s beautiful,” admitted Andi, “but I’m exhausted. When you said that we have people for Christmas dinner, I didn’t realize that it would be the whole village!”

“Well, normally we have the big Christmas dinner on Boxing Day, but...”

“When is boxing day?” interrupted Andi.

Paul released Andi’s breast and looked at his watch. It was now half past midnight. “It’s been Boxing Day for about 30 minutes now. Like I was saying, we usually have the big dinner on the day after Christmas, but there’s a Bills game today, so we changed plans. This was all decided weeks before I fell madly in love with you.”

“Aww.” They kissed, and after they reluctantly ended the kiss, Andi asked, “So how does Christmas normally go around here?”

“John, Macy, Gus, and I have dinner with Momma and her whole clan at Giardino’s after the service at the church, then the four of us come back to Springville. After a Tom & Jerry or a Hot Buttered Rum at Worzils, we come here and place our gifts under the tree. We do the candles on the tree, then go to bed. Christmas day is quiet, we open presents, have breakfast, watch a movie or two, dinner. On Boxing Day, we have a big meal and get together. After that the week between Christmas and New Year’s is non-stop parties, the American Legion, the VFW, the Village, both hospitals...”

“Wow, in Denver we have the parties before Christmas, then at noon on Christmas it’s all over,” said Andi.

“That’s so sad,” said Paul. “How do you get anything done if you are throwing the parties among all the preparations?”

Andi thought long and hard and finally said, “I don’t know! It just kind of happened, I never went to many parties so I guess we made it happen by turning down a lot of invitations.” Andi suddenly smiled. “Can we do Christmas Eve dinner at Momma Giardino’s tonight?”

“Good idea!” Paul reached over Andi and grabbed his phone off the coffee table. He texted a reservation request to Giardino’s for six adults and two children, then set the phone down. “That is one tradition I don’t ever want to miss,” he said.

“I missed my favorite tradition,” said Andi with a pout. “I love sitting up on Christmas Eve wrapping presents for the girls and watching A Christmas Carol on TV.”

“Which version?” asked Paul.

“An old one, from the fifties, with Alister Simm.”

“I love that version!” said Paul as he tightened his hug on Andi. “He’s not the best evil Scrooge, but he’s the very best happy Scrooge.”

“I know,” smiled Andi, as she pushed her butt back against her new husband’s crotch. “I call him the Doctor Who Scrooge.”

Paul sighed. “John, Macy, Lucy, and Gus got to do the last-minute wrapping this year, I wondered if the TV was even on ... the TV in the living room will be perfect for it.”

It would be perfect, thought Andi. In the past, she spent hours in front of her TV in Denver, sitting on the floor wrapping presents for the twins while great old Christmas movies played on her TV. Paul’s faux console TV in her new living room would be perfect. When she first saw the living room, she wanted to replace the tacky furniture in that room, until Macy showed her a picture of the living room that Paul and John grew up in. They were identical. It was a tribute to Paul’s parents; they scrimped and saved for new furniture, and were able to pay it off before the bottom fell out of their business and they ended up penniless in Tiorunda. When they fought back and made it to “the big time” the furniture was forgotten, except by John and Macy, who “inherited” it for their starter home in Springville. When Paul purchased the big Victorian house on Howard Ave., he purchased the furniture from John and Macy. He then had the couch and chair restored to their original “glory,” but the cobbler’s bench coffee table kept its scars and scratches that were caused by the Jarecki boys. “I can see us in front of that TV wrapping presents next year,” Andi sighed.

“All four of us,” sighed John.

“Hmmm?” Andi thought his count included the twins.

“John and Macy practically live here during the holidays, and Gus spends quite a lot of time here too during Christmas.”

“Then make it the six of us, Lucy needs to be part of this family,” she grabbed Paul’s wrist and moved his hand back to her breast.

All they were wearing were their red robes from this morning and Santa Claus hats. His hand clasped her breast, and her nipple protruded from between his middle and ring fingers. He squeezed her breast and whispered, “Did all your Christmas wishes come true?”

“Every Christmas wish that I’ve ever had, has come true this week. Even that bikini.” A package from Santa contained a bikini that could best be described as ‘two dots and a dash’ for the honeymoon. Macy teased Andi mercilessly over that when she opened it, but Macy eventually opened a box that contained a similar bikini.

“You’ve always wanted a micro-kini to open in front of your parents?” asked a surprised Paul.

“No, I’ve always wanted a man to wear a micro-kini for.” She rolled on to her back and craned her neck for a kiss. When their lips finally parted, Andi rolled to the floor and crawled over to the tree. As she did, she whispered to Paul to come join her. Soon they were both laying on their backs, their heads under the tree, looking up through the branches. “I always loved doing this when I was a little girl, my dad called it a ‘Squirrels Eye View’ of the tree.”

Paul humored her, but then he noticed what she did. The tree was beautiful from below; the view took him back to his youth, climbing pine trees and hiding beneath their boughs. He could not see too many ornaments or much tinsel, but the lights were quite visible because he likes to put a lot of lights deep inside the tree to shine from behind the ornaments. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, but when he looked over at her, she was gone. She had scooted down and was now deftly untying the belt on his robe.

Andi glanced over her shoulder at the second-floor balcony. Every room was full up there, John and Macy, Katrina, Gus, her parents, the twins ... oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained! She gently sucked one testicle into her mouth and rolled it around on her tongue while she gently stroked his growing manhood. Paul propped himself up on his elbows and watched his darling wife set his nerve endings on fire. When Andi noticed she had his complete attention, she smiled and winked, then swallowed his entire length, again and again, slowly and deliberately.

Now she left love’s labor and crawled up the length of his body, her robe open, her nipples dragging the length of his body. Their eyes were locked as she crawled slowly, her tongue and nipples tracing her path up his body every inch of the way. Finally, she stopped, her nose inches from his, then sitting up, she lowered her pussy down until her lips folded around his hardness. She eased her hips back and forth, stroking her clit against his cock, her fluids providing more than ample lubrication. The feeling for both of them was exquisite, but a thought occurred to her and suddenly she stopped. “You,” she said, “it was you all along, wasn’t it?”

“What? What do you mean?” asked Paul.

“Since we met at that conference in Minneapolis, you were the man that was chosen for me. This all has been a path to our reunion.”

Paul was confused. “I don’t get what you mean.”

“It’s like the cosmos chose us to be together, we met in Minneapolis then we went to our respective corners and we spent the next five years preparing for this day, this celebration, this wedding.” Andi continued, “I had no personal life at all, I raised my girls and concentrated on my practice. Except for a few sick days, I never took time off, saving all of my vacation and personal days for this exact moment.”

Paul thought, which was hard to do with a beautiful woman sliding her pussy back and forth on your dick. “I just ... it was business as usual for me...”

“Oh?” asked Andi. “these last five years, since we met in Minneapolis, did you date a lot?”

“Well, sure. This is a weird time to ask but yeah.”

Andi leaned forward and drew her robe around the both of them. “Did you really? Because Macy says that you spent all of your time alone, in the cabin or up in your office, just working.”