Dreaming Of A White Christmas Ch 08

Christmas arrangements continued being made but with a close ear on Boris's announcements and of course we all know 2020 Christmas was cancelled as far as any visiting was concerned, the only thing that did happen with anything like normality was me dressing up as Father Christmas and dropping off presents but that ended up as being to three homes and not just my sisters.

My Christmas day, apart from delivery duties, was a quiet affair at home with Angie and Freddy. We decided to have lamb rather than trying to find a small turkey, then the following day the usual gathering passed us by as did the walk in the park and New Years Eve party.

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In fact for months we did almost nothing and even then when lockdown restrictions started easing we still did very little.

I didn't even bother renewing my passport in May of 2020 and still didn't as of two years later. I nearly came a cropper with that one as I needed ID for the Lotto win and it is the only official photo ID I have.

The one thing that did carry on as normal, no if I'm honest it didn't just carry on it actually got better, was shagging Angie. We seemed to be getting it on far more regularly and in so many more ways than I ever had before we met and a box of seventy-two condoms seemed to empty quite quickly.

While on this subject I'd got quite used to wearing condoms, more often than not Angie would put one on me and we'd make love or fuck without me even knowing it was there. There'd be no mess in the bed, or wherever else, and washing after is so much easier.

The remainder of 2021 continued to be difficult. The good part about it from my point of view being the rebuilding of Angies flats was still on hold and then the builders went bust. There were long and protracted negotiations with creditors and some sort of deal was struck with another contractor, however the planning officers made them remove some of the work that had been done incorrectly. The effect of all of this meant very little if anything productive happened.

Visits and meeting were gradually permitted but to be honest the pandemic was so bad I lost the will to go out socialising much until the summer months when we managed a number of outings to celebrate various birthdays and anniversaries.

Then the weather turned colder in September. I remember it well, the day was wet and the Covid figures had been rising again for a month or so but had seemed to stabilise. Freddy was away with Elainer for a belated third birthday celebration for a couple of days and... there was nothing to disturb us... nothing.

I woke with something big and soft against my face, something big and soft with a definite protuberance between my lips. Instinctively I sucked on it and drew it into my mouth to almost instantly feel the unmistakeable taste of curry laden breast milk on my tongue and quickly pulled more of the soft titty flesh into my mouth before suckling firmly. Neither Freddy nor I had been at the breast for a day and a half so it was full, not to the bursting stage that had been common when Freddy was tiny and feeding six times a day, but the unexpected heavy flow soon had me gulping the warm spicy milk into my waiting tummy. Then Angie woke and snuggled my head to her bosom; "Mmmm Tommy that's nice."

"Mmmm...need." well it must have sounded something like that as I tried to say 'Angie' with an overfilled mouth.

The snuggle tightened until the milk flow slowed and stopped. I laid there thinking how lovely it felt to be absolutely busting for a piss but far too content to want to move, well that was until the pressure on my bladder indicated... no, demanded... I should leave the lovely comfort of the best ever yummy mummy titty hug before my willy exploded.

My mind wandered back to the first time, over three years ago, how nervous I was and how amazing it felt. It still felt just as amazing and just as comforting but the bladder situation called a stop to the peace.

I kicked the cover off, threw my legs over the side of the bed and ripped my head from the headlock to stagger to the toilet for a thunder pee. I washed my hands and willy, noticing how sticky the contents of my foreskin reminded me how weird I still found the situation of loads of pre-cum but only a bit of a chubby when sucking on those terrific protein giving orbs. Standing there in the bathroom looking at my face I continued the memory of the first meeting and how I spent so long doing what I'd always imagined to be the... THE... most erotic thing for so long without a stiffy, but the moment I got back in the car the ol' todger sprang into life and remained rock solid until I got back here and rubbed it out. "Ha ha, the soggy mess." I said to myself.

"What soggy mess?" I hadn't noticed Angie was standing beside me just before sitting for a pee. "Sounds terrifying."

"Just thinking back to first time I saw you."

"To think... you didn't want to fuck me."

"Hmm." My head jerked with the sound. "Hmm yeah but actually I was thinking about the massive puddle squished between us and then the same again in my knickers on the drive home."

"You never said but I remember the way I tossed you off when you came next time. I thought you had a... erm... problem... with getting it up. What a mess though." Angie stood and washed her hands.

I placed my hands round her waist. "I also remember the little skirt you wore to cover this." I tapped my fingers on her tummy, "But it seems to have shrunk since then."

"These haven't thought." Angie moved my hands from her belly to her tits.

Actually they have shrunk some but I wasn't going to let on. Of course I had to squeeze them and the difference between the full and empty was very noticeable.

Holding my hands onto her tits Angie led me back to bed and laying on our sides facing each other she threaded the fully charged nipple into my mouth. I latched on and drawing in a mouthful of the smooth brown food source I proceeded to empty the spicy soup. I moved into the lovely peaceful coma remembering many of the surprising tastes dependant on what we'd had to eat or drink.

I was close to sleep when the milk stopped flowing and moving up for a kiss I saw it was not yet seven in the morning. Angie turned over, I spooned and fell asleep holding onto a breast.

It was nearly nine when I woke to find I was still spooning and now balls deep in Angie and nearly ready to discharge my load.

"Gooooood mmmorrrrning Angie." I kissed the top of her shoulder and onto her neck.

"Mmmmmmm."

"This is a lovely way to wake up."

"Mmmmm yes."

I followed as Angie slowly rolled away from me until she laid flat on her front with her legs close together and her breasts forced out sideways as she laid on them, by then I was kneeling astride her.

Waking from a deep sleep as I had done, my senses and muscles took a while to start working together, then when they did I lifted my knees to a squatting position and gently moved up and down for a little while. In that position it had to be gentle movements as the limited length of my willy means there wasn't much actually penetrating her fanny.

As good as it felt it didn't half hurt the knees and I had to kneel again to relieve the discomfort, at the same time I managed to lean forwards onto my hands and elbows and stroke the side of the bulged out booby flesh. In the new position on my elbows and knees it was easy to move back and forth for a while, all nice and slow and easy. I even lowered my body right down until I was touching the delectable velvety brown warmth beneath me, kissing whichever parts weren't covered by her luxuriant black hair style.

I was so comfortable and the gentle action so leisurely it went on for a long time, at one point when Angie started pushing her arse up to me I glanced across to see the clock showed 09:38 making it about half hour we'd been in that position, Angie was seriously rolling her arse up to match my movements so I pushed harder and I felt her fanny muscles contracting to go with her whimpering.

My speed became controlled by Angie's actions which I'll describe as twerking underneath me and then with her whimpering getting higher pitched and a little louder she froze, I could feel how tensed she was in her orgasmic state. I had only one thing to do and that was to buck away as fast as possible to catch up.

I exploded into her rock solid love channel with a dozen or more eruptions before Angie took a breath and we both collapsed sideways onto the bed.

Still spooning and holding onto a breast I kissed her shoulder and moving her hair with my free hand continued the kisses to her neck and ear then whispered; "I love you Angie."

Her response being to hold onto my hand on her breast "Mmm." and hold tighter.

I felt the grip on my hand relax and heard the breathing slow from our exertions then slide into the unmistakeable sound of her sleeping. I laid there for a while before extracting my hand and my softened willy to head for the bathroom.

Sitting on the shitter I did what any self respecting guy does and felt around the ol' pubic area before pissing; "Hah, what a soggy mess." I whispered to myself. I finished filling the toilet and started showering; "Fuck, fuck, fuck. No bloody flunky." The realisation hit me Angie may have also been asleep when we started fucking and we had our first unprotected sex. Oh well we'd been exclusive for three years so not likely to be carrying anything untoward so I put it to the back of my mind and finished the shower.

I dressed and made tea and toast, engrossed in emails while I ate. I hadn't noticed Angie behind me until she bent down to hug my shoulders.

"Good morning."

"Morning Angie." Instinctively I turned my head to engage with the kiss.

"Soggy mess today."

"Hmm yes, sorry amount that. I woke inside you and assumed you'd put a flunky on me."

"Me too." A towelling robe clad arm moved forwards to take the last piece of toast. "More tea?"

"Please."

The weight left my shoulders and the mug was taken by the other hand.

"Who's Tommy?" I called out.

More toast and tea arrived.

"Tommy Tucker."

"Tommy Tucker? Oh yes I'd forgotten about using that for my profile name."

We sat chatting about the day ahead and decided to go out to spend a day at the seaside, it was cold, wet and windy but the fish and chips tasted good and we took the rare opportunity to see a show at the theatre too. That evening when we got home I had a lovely feed on the sofa followed by a soixante-neuf, couple of drinks and bed for sleep.

The following day I had a 5am start for a job, a rare three days staying away for work for me. A sleeping Angie hardly stirred when I kissed her cheek before finding it was raining hard.

I returned on the Friday about 6pm after a five hour drive, seeing home as I turned the corner was a welcome sight and I wondered what Angie would be doing or whether Freddy is still up.

I needn't have worried, the moment I opened the inner door a little black Freddy hurled himself at me and wrapped his arms round my leg in an incredibly strong bear hug.

"Hello Freddy."

"A o jelly." Don't you just love children's speech translates from 'Hello Terry'?

"Hello Terry, kettles on or something else?"

"Tea I think." It felt great to be home to a couple of happy faces.

For a couple of months we ticked along, Angie worked about twenty hours a week at the supermarket and I averaged about a day a week out on site and another at home.

November the weather forecast predicted it was going to turn wet and cold so I took advantage of a lovely day to put up the outside Christmas lights a week early, sure enough it started spitting as I did the last bits and it pissed hard for several days

"I was talking to Dianna at number six yesterday, she says they have to sell up."

Number six is the other side of the road and three or four along from mine, a young couple live there with one daughter. I knew they were struggling financially for several reasons, mostly redundancy just before lockdown and going self employed then lockdown itself stopped him doing anything. She had only casual work in local shops and cleaning which also nearly dried up, victims of Covid and lockdown they certainly were. On top of that I had quite a chat with Brian while doing the Christmas cards last year.

"That is crappy Angie; they of all people don't deserve such bad luck."

"Shame, I like them."

Thoughts rolled around my head, the least I could do is drop them a little note. I looked through the box of cards I kept a stock of and selected a 'Sorry to hear your news' as the most appropriate in the box.

I wrote: Brian, Dianna & Jenny, I'm sorry to hear you're moving' Then I was stuck, knowing they were hard up and selling their home my words had to be carefully chosen so I followed that with 'Hoping things turn out better for you in the new year. Terry, Angie and Freddy from the pink door.' That was an old one from when the garage door was replaced and the primer coats were bright pink, the joke has continued for some seven years despite it being light green and then light grey ever since and I saw no reason to remove the joviality in these dour times.

For some reason I added my mobile phone number right at the bottom of the card with 'for a friendly voice' before placing it in the envelope and writing their names on the front.

I walked the seventy or eighty yards and pushed the card through their letterbox, I did not expect my phone to ring and Dianna to be unloading their financial problems on me before I got back home. Basically they couldn't afford the mortgage payments, it had been foreclosed and the mortgage company now owned the property. The annoying thing is they could have been entitled to some help towards rent from the council if they were in rented accommodation. I'd never had anything to do with rent so I accepted it all at face value but t all seemed strange to me. I wished them all the best at the end of the call and promised to keep in touch.

The gears whirred in my head and I casually started looking at property prices and renting, covid had certainly made a dent in the number of houses selling and those which were well cheaper.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of moving Terry."

"Oh this," I pointed to the computer screen, "no I've been talking to Dianna and I, well, I'm just sort of looking at the situation. You see this one here?" I pointed to the thumbnail on the price history site and simultaneously opened it to the bigger details, "the same sort of house along the road from it was twenty per-cent more before covid and it didn't have a conservatory like this one."

"I've never been in a position to even think about buying my own place. How much would number six be?"

"That number twenty-seven was the last of that type to sell Angie, that was three-sixty."

"It would take me twenty years to earn that sort of money."

"Yeah..." my mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour, I can easily afford to buy that and from what I'd seen online probably get more than eighteen thousand in rent. A dam sight more than the interest in the deposit accounts, yes my mind was racing and I found I was considering making the investment.

The following day I went to see them, Brian pulled a pink plastic document folder from a drawer and showed me the top document.

"Oh dear. Tenth. No interest on the house then?"

"Not a sniff, just one viewing. We don't even own this now, haven't done for six weeks."

We sat at the dining table for an hour chatting, the mortgage had been foreclosed and vacant possession was required two weeks Friday. We discussed the formalities, money and rental options etcetera. It was too late for them to salvage possession of the house as they no longer owned it, so any purchase was effectively from the mortgage company.

Back home I made a half hour phone call to my accountant.

He thought I was crazy but there and then I made the decision to buy number six. Next I phoned Brian and laid out my proposal to rent it to them. He jumped at my suggestion that I buy their house; however he insisted I rented them my smaller house instead.

I phoned my solicitor and couldn't believe that three days later we had contracts to sign, subject to searches of course and I fully expected some time early in the New Year to become the owner of a second house. I knew conveyancing business was slack but the speed surprised me.

The next day was December first and we spent much of it decorating the rooms, knowing it was my last Christmas I used everything, every bauble, every piece of tinsel, every set of lights, every paper chain, every Father Christmas ornament, you name it we found a place for it, every possible space we found an ornament for. All told there are seven big boxes of decorations and several odd bags, normally I used less than a quarter but tried to vary it from year to year. 2021 we used the lot and there was far too much making the rooms look like a Christmas grotto and a tacky grotto at that.

Mid afternoon I phoned the Chinese takeaway and placed the order. And specifically asked for delivery at 8pm and told them the importance of the right time.

About 5pm Freddy was flaking out from the excitement and we managed to get some fish fingers and baked beans in him before he fell asleep.

As Angie was upstairs she had a shower which gave me a perfect opportunity to prepare the table with candles and hot plates, put plates in the oven to warm and waited. The food arrived seven minutes late which just gave me time to get everything ready to make the phone call at 8:14pm.

"Hello."

"Angie would you have dinner with me?"

"Terry?... Oh you plonker..." She sounded very different mixed with the digital delay of the phone when standing in the dining room doorway, "I wondered what you were doing." Angie wrapped me in her arms with her cheek against my shoulder. "Oh my God Terry. Did I ever thank you properly?"

"Oh yes Babe, all the time."

She squeezed me firmly and as she spoke I could hear a definite tremble in her voice; "Thank you Terry."

A chill of déjà vu ran down my spine.

"Hey, smiles tonight, it's nearly Christmas." I hugged and rubbed her back. "Let's eat before it spoils and I've got some news for you too."

We sat and tucked into the same meal I've ordered three times before including the same wine.

"So what's the news?"

"We're moving."

"Really... Why?"

I'm buying number six."

"Dianna's?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"It's been repossessed."

"And?"

"I've always liked their house Angie, four bedrooms, link detached, that lovely back garden and the view, bigger rooms downstairs, think about Boxing Day in the dining room. Let's be honest this is pokey. Bigger bedrooms too. Space for two cars."

"Once I've gone you won't know what to do with yourself in a bigger place like that."

"Mmm, yeah, maybe... But... think about the lounge in your flat for a second and the kitchen, they were twice the size of this. You can have your own room too." As soon as I said the last bit I regretted offering.

"Can you afford it?"

"Of course, should all be sorted out in the new year."

After dinner I went for a shower while Angie cleared up and we settled down in the glittering grotto to watch some television, more truthfully I sat to relax and watch but Angie knelt astride my legs and sat on my knees before lifting her jumper off over her head, I know I'd been watching them all through dinner as they tried to cut themselves through the jumper but tonight her nipples looked massive. I'd never seen Angie's nipples so long and when I reached up to touch they were solid.

"Oh yes Terry." The physical jerk as I touched was just as if I'd given her an electric shock