Now, do I get to do the same to my man?” Lucia purred.

“Are ya comfy, lass?”

“I’m okay.  What have you got – Paddy, oh yes, yes.  I’m very comfy.”

I brought Lucia closer to the edge of the table.  She lay back on her hands and watched as I guided me cock into her wet pussy.  I slowly filled her pussy with me cock, as she cooed with delight.

“Mmmm, that feels so good.  He’s gonna make me happy again.  I want you to fill me, baby.”  Lucia’s voice was seductive.

I pumped her with long strokes.  Each time, I made sure our bodies touched so she could rub her clit against me.  I pushed me cock all the way into her, then Lucia would ride up and down on it, rubbing her clit against me.

“Damn, you feel so good, baby.  I love being inside ya.  Yer so warm.  It feels like you’re wrapping her around me.”

Lucia lay back on the table.  I pumped her a bit faster now.  I watched her tits bounce up and down to the rhythm of my strokes. 

She was moaning, her eyes were closed.  She inhaled deeply then released a long, low moan.  As she did, her pussy squirted me with her love cum.  When I felt her warm nectar on me body, me cock began filling her. 

I pumped cum into her with each stroke.  Lucia smiled and mewed as she felt the hot cum filling her.  She pulled her legs up so now with each stroke, me balls slapped against her firm arse.

“All of it, baby.  I want all of it.”  Lucia purred as the last of her cum trickled out, and the last of me cum dripped into her.  I put me hands on the table to steady meself.  Lucia lay there smiling and panting.

“Mmmm, my man made me happy again, and I felt his love filling me.  God, I love that feeling.”

Me cock slipped from her, and Lucia made a sad face.  “I didn’t want him to leave.”

“Aisling, your loving takes everything out of him.  You have drained all of his strength.”

“Well, that won’t last long.  I know he recovers quickly.”  Lucia giggled. 

I helped her from the table.  Her tits bounced when her feet touched the floor.  We looked at me and shook them some more for me.  I wrapped her in me arms and just held her.

Lucia and me were getting into a good routine.  My little naked waitress brought me morning coffee.  We would sit and enjoy starting the day slowly.  Then I’d get me a shower and shave, while she made breakfast.

During the day, she would come down with lunch, and we would have more time together.

On Thursday, the computer and accessories arrived.  Lucia had a place set up in our apartment.  When they brought the boxes upstairs, she was ready.  They helped her unpack the units and took the boxes with them.  She said she would write to the company about the excellent service.

She had called the company and had the Ethernet switched to the Internet, or the other way around.  I don’t know, but she does.  That’s all that matters. 

By Saturday, Otto’s Repair and Fuel was computerized, digitalized, homogenized, pasteurized, or whatever.   Anyway, I do know we were modernized.  Jaysus, what a confusing mess, but Lucia knows what’s going on.

At noon, on Saturday, I was just about to close up when the pump bell rang.  I’m not passing up a sale.  I walked out to the pump.  It was the Widda Sappington.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Sappington.  How can I be of service?”

“Please, fill up the car, Paddy.”  She said with her sweet ‘Granny’ smile.  I love this lady.

“Yes, Mum.”  I started the pump, the she opened the door, so I could open the bonnet.

I checked under the hood, and everything was good.  I finished filling the car, then went to her driver’s window.  She gave me money for the fill-up, so I went back in to get her change.

“Here ya are, Mum.  Thank you for stopping in.”  I didn’t bring up Otto.

“Oh, Paddy.  I bet you miss your buddy, Otto.”  She smiled.

“Yes, he is a great guy.  He was fun to work with.  He’s fully retired now.”  I thought I eased into it well.

“I know,” she said, smiling.  “We’re going to the Church social at the Church down the way.  Reverend Smiley is a wonderful man.”  Her face was a glow with happiness.

“I hope you have a wonderful time.  Sunday is supposed to be sunny.  See you soon.”

She drove off, and I had a smile in me heart.  She and Otto have finally gotten to spend time together.  I couldn’t wait to tell Lucia.

When I told Lucia about Otto and Widda Sappington, she had a little happy tear in her eye.  We talked about them a little, then Lucia put lunch on the table.

After lunch, we had to shower and get dressed to try to see Father Ryan.  We were hoping he would be able to spend a little time with us.  Our plans are not very complicated.  Mostly, we only need to reserve a date.

It was two-thirty when we pulled into the parking lot in front of the Rectory.  I walked around to open the car for Lucia; her expression said she was nervous.

“But Paddy, after what we did this morning and last night.”  Her voice was shaky.

“Luv, I don’t think he’ll ask about our love sessions.”  She got out of the car, and we walked up to the door.

I opened the door, and a middle-aged lady approached us.

“Hello!  Welcome to St. Jerome’s.  I’m Mrs. Winters. How can I help?”

I’m Patrick O’Flynn, and this is me bride, Lucia.  We were married by the Justice, but we would like to marry in the Church.”  I said.

“If we still can,” Lucia said nervously.

“Well, Father Ryan is in the Church.  Here, walk through this door; the corridor will take you directly to the Church and Father Ryan.”

 Father Ryan was at the altar, folding a cloth.  He looked up and walked toward us.

“Well, hello.  I know you, Miss Rossi.  I see His angel has brought a prodigal son.”

“Hello, Father.  Well, I’m, ah, er, not Miss Rossi, I’m Mrs. O’Flynn at, at least according to the Judge.”  Lucia was shaking as much as her words.

“Father,” I broke in, “Lucia and I got married because of several reasons.  Oh, but not because she’s sittin’ on the nest.”  Father smiled, and Lucia looked at me like I had lost me mind.

“I understand.  I know Mr. Rossi; he is a special person for the Lord to help.”  Father was being kind.

“I will be more than happy to marry you in the Church. He will be very happy to bless your marriage.”

“Father, it’s a simple ceremony.  I have bridesmaids, and Paddy has groomsmen.  I’m going to have my Mother attend, but I worry about my Father becoming a problem.

“I don’t see your Father being a problem at all.”  The booming voice came from behind us.

“I’ll make sure your Father doesn’t ruin your wedding day.  I know Mr. Rossi quite well.”

When I tell you the person’s name, you will be able to envision her.

“Patrick, Lucia, may I introduce Sister Bruno.  We are very lucky to have her.  And, just as background, she was a drill Sergeant in the Army before Our Lord called her to a different service.”

I’m six-one, and two twenty-five.  It would take two of me to make Sister Bruno.

“If a problem arises, I will simply ask and escort Mr. Rossi from the proceedings.”  Sister Bruno said with a smile.  It made me swallow me heart, I turned to her.

“Thank you. Sister.”  I gulped. 

“Thank you for offering your assistance, Sister.  Now, let’s go back to the Rectory and finalize your wedding plans.”  Father said calmly.

When Lucia told Father our plans, he smiled.  He said it’s not the size but the heart inside the two participants.  In fifteen minutes, Saturday, August 9th, was officially our wedding day.

As we were leaving, Lucia had a question for Father Ryan.

“Father, will we have to go to Confession?”  Lucia’s face turned red.

“Have you done anything bad?”  Father asked.

“I, er, well, we did, but it, oh, Paddy help me,” Lucia stammered.

“Father, we waited until the Judge pronounced us as married.”  I was a little shaky, too.

“I am sure He understands.”  Father’s face and voice were kind and gentle.

We thanked him and left.

When we got into the car, Lucia looked at me.  “My armpits are soaked.”  I tried not to laugh.

I held the car door for Lucia.  She kissed me before she got in.  We embraced and Lucia sighed happily.

“Paddy, I can’t believe you are going to marry me.  I was in love with you while you were looking at my car.  There’s something about you I couldn’t resist.  You are handsome, funny, respectful, and so many other things.  Now, I love you more and more every day.”

“My little Aisling.  When I saw your car had broken down, you looked so helpless.  Mad actually.  I wanted to help, that’s true. 

But I wanted to find a way to see you again.  You are so beautiful, your beautiful black hair cascading to your shoulders, and your deep, dark eyes.  So enchanting.  And, I cannot lie to ya, your figure.  So enticing, haunting, but my respect for you was, and is, most important.

“There is no other man like you, Patrick Michael O’Flynn.  I am proud to have your name.”  We squeezed closer and kissed.  When our lips parted, we noticed Sister Bruno had been watching us.

“Don’t ever forget what you are feeling right now.”  She said.

We waved, and Lucia got into the car.

“Lucia, you look so lovely, beautiful.  Would you be interested in a dinner at Martin’s?”

“Patrick, that would be wonderful.  I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard the food is excellent.  This would be a perfect ending to our day.  A celebration.”  She was so excited.

We walked into Martin’s.  A lady met us with a warm smile.

“A table for two?”  She asked with a lilt in her voice.

“Yes, mum, please.  Two, as far as I know.”  I winked at Lucia.

“Patrick, behave yourself.”  The lady smiled and picked up two menus.

“I love it when young newlyweds come in. You can sense their love, happiness, and hope for the future.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Lucia responded, “I’m certain we will always feel this way.”

“I have a table in a cozy little corner.  How does that sound?”

“That would be wonderful, thank ya.”  I smiled at the lady, and Lucia blushed.

She handed us the menus and told us our server would be right over.  And she thanked us for coming in. She returned a minute later with a white candle for the table.  It was a very nice gesture and one that made you feel comfortable.

It wasn’t long before a young man approached our table.  He was dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, a black tie, and a cummerbund.  He said his name was Tony. 

I asked him for a bottle of champagne while we perused the menu.  He said he would be right back.

“Patrick!  Champagne, have you lost your mind?”  Lucia whispered across the table.

“No, luv, I’ve found it in me, beautiful wife.  Since we are going to have our Church wedding, I wanted to celebrate it.  And celebrate me love for you.”  I reached across the table.  Lucia took me hand, and smiled softly.

Tony returned, pushing a little cart.  On it were two glasses, and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne nestled among the ice.  He showed the label to me.  I know nothing about champagne.  I nodded, and he popped the cork.

He placed the cork in front of me and poured a taste into me glass.  It was wonderful.  I smiled and nodded.  He poured Lucia’s and then mine.  He nestled the bottle into the ice, bowed slightly, then left.

“Here is to me, bride.  The woman who brought love into my life.  The woman I will respect for the rest of me life.  To my wonderful wife, Lucia Sophia.”  As we touched our glasses, a wee tear tried to hide as it slowly slid down her cheek.

Tony returned after a good while and took our order.  Lucia ordered roasted pork, and it was the lamb for me.  Tony left to place our order.

When our order came, everything was perfect.  Lucia and I slowly enjoyed our dinner, but we took a lot of time just reaching across the table and holding hands.

To be continued