It was almost one in the morning when Tim rejoined the party. Several of the revelers had gone home and the few that remained were gathering around the hall tree for their coats. They all expressed their thanks to Elenore for another fantastic party and the best for the New Year.
“Are you driving back to Medford now? It’s very late and bitter cold.” Pat didn’t want him to leave.
“No, I was hoping to start the new year with my bride-to-be.” Tim smiled at Pat.
They were walking down the hall when Pat turned to Tim. “Should I mess up my hair?” She giggled.
“No, let me do it my way.” Tim patted her on her ass.
They undressed each other, taking their time. They stopped to kiss and wrap their tongues together. Tim ran his hand up and down Pat’s back, Pat caressed his ass and pulled him to her. She felt his cock growing and she moaned and whispered in his ear.
“Make love to me, Tim. Take me for your own.” Pat’s eyes had a look of love and desire.
Tim laid her on the bed and then lay next to her. They kissed tenderly and fondled one another. Pat put her arm around Tim’s waist, wanting him on top of her. He rolled between her outstretched legs, and the head of his cock parted her pussy lips.
He slowly entered Pat, and as he did, she moaned and arched her back welcoming his thick cock. They lay together physically locked together as they continued to fondle each other. Their kisses grew more intense, their tongues slowed, and they could feel their lust grow.
Tim’s cock slowly stroked Pat’s pussy lips and massaged her pussy walls. She was dripping with her lust, which made it easy for Tim to glide in and out of the grasp of her vaginal muscles. Tim grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and passionately kissed Pat’s neck and shoulder. She had a firm grip on his ass and moved with each stroke of his cock.
Pat was panting heavily. She broke from his kiss and stared into his eyes.
“Now,” she panted, “cum in me now.” Pat’s orgasm flooded from deep inside of her.
When Tim felt her sex juice on his balls, he erupted in a stream of cum. With each shot from his throbbing cock, Pat mewed and whimpered for more. They used every part of their body to arouse the other.
Pat’s arms and legs dropped to the bed from exhaustion. After a few more strokes, Tim had no choice but to lower himself on top of her. He was barely touching her when she pulled him down and their bodies made full contact.
Tim stroked Pat’s hair and looked into her eyes. She could feel the love from inside of him. Tim held her in his arms and kissed her softly. When they parted lips, Pat slowly traced her lips with her tongue and Tim accepted the invitation.
“What a wonderful way to begin a new year, and a new life. Making love to my bride. I can’t wait until we can make it legal. But as far as I’m concerned, Pat, I AM married to you now.”
“I feel the same way. I almost called you my husband a couple of times tonight. Some wouldn’t notice, or care, others would start the gossip wagon at first light,” then Pat yawned.
“Happy dreams, lover,” Tim said to Pat.
She cuddled up to him and they fell asleep together.
Pat woke up to the sounds of Elenore in the kitchen, and the smell of coffee. She looked over and Tim was awake. He smiled at her.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Pat whispered.
“It felt too good feeling your body rise and fall with your breathing. And I was enjoying holding your breast in my hand.”
“Let me sneak a peek to see what the dress of the day will be,” Pat giggled.
She snuck over to the door and cracked it just enough to get a peek at a naked Elenore in the kitchen. When she turned around, Tim was staring at her.
“Well, we’re dressed for the day and what were you staring at?” Pat acted as though she was demanding an answer.
“I’m glad to know I am ready to greet the day, and I was watching that sweet hot ass of yours. Next question, my love?”
Pat went into the bathroom to fix her hair and do what the ladies do. When she came out, Tim hugged her and kissed her. As he went into the bathroom, he gave Pat a teasing swat on her butt.
When Tim finished, they walked into the kitchen, Elenore was pouring their coffee. They all sat down and let the first few sips wake them up. Tim was stifling a yawn, as was Elenore.
“First of all, Happy New Year. I’m sorry I left the party so early. I was getting very tired. Were you up late last night?”
Pat pointed to Tim, “He was up late, I just enjoyed it.” Elenore laughed out loud.
Elenore asked them what their plans were. Pat reluctantly said she was going to do more packing. Elenore told her she should bring whatever she wanted to the house. Elenore was just going to do what she does every day. Read her book and watch her shows on the television.
Tim decided he was going to go back to Medford and at least make an appearance. He would decide what he was going to move and what he would keep at his shop. They had more coffee and some coffee cake that Elenore made. It was around eleven when Tim put on his coat.
Tim hugged and kissed Elenore. She looked at Tim and whispered, “Thank you for making me happy.” Then she gave him a huge hug.
Pat threw her coat over her shoulders and walked down to the garage with Tim. The garage was heated, but not like the house. When they got to his car, Tim held her close to him.
“I want to cry, but I can’t. I know this isn’t goodbye, but I don’t want you to go, I love you so.” Pat was tearing up.
“Baby let’s make a vow now, our first wedding vow. We will never say goodbye, instead, we will say I love you. How does that sound?” Tim was comforting Pat.
“Oh, I like that. I like that a lot. I promise I will never say goodbye.” Pat jumped into his arms and crushed her lips against his.
Tim told Pat to go upstairs as he opened the garage door to the bitter cold. He backed out, then pulled to the front of the house. In the window, he saw his two loves waving. He blew the horn a couple of short notes, then drove down the driveway and onto the street. He was in no hurry to get home.
When he got home, he let the car run. He went into the shed and plugged in the warmer for the engine. That done, he turned the car off and locked it. He grabbed his suitcase from the trunk and rushed into the house. He had turned the heat down since he wouldn’t be home, but it felt very warm from the bitter cold. He left the thermostat where it was.
Tim sat at his workbench thinking, this was like many New Year’s Days. Sitting alone in his apartment. Wishing for the third when he would go back to work. Now he was at work, but there were no other employees, just him. His mood worsened when he started thinking about Pat. Ninety minutes ago, she was in his arms, and now his arms were empty.
He looked at the calendar, it was still December, but he was in January. He decided his mood wasn’t getting anything packed. He packed what he could, but left two of what they may need when Pat came to Medford. Then his phone rang, it was the Sheriff.