Romance A Christmas Romance

[Lollobionda]

"New year's eve''


But then it was finally New Year's Eve and Martin now almost couldn't wait to see Marilyn again, even though the situation might be difficult. Somehow he now even found the idea ludicrous. 

His girlfriend, with her husband and her boyfriend at the same table. 

But somehow he was also curious about this man. And maybe he would even learn something more about Marilyn, maybe there was another side to her that he didn't know about yet. Maybe he could even talk to her husband about her and find out what she was like in everyday life.

He showered, put on his elegant suit and set off for the town hall with the ticket. 

At first he wanted to walk, but with the loafers he had put on to dance with Marilyn it would probably be a bit cold, so he ended up driving the few hundred metres. 
But this almost turned out to be a mistake, because probably all the visitors to the New Year's Eve ball had the same idea, so that finding a parking space turned out to be extremely difficult. 

And he almost overlooked the last parking space in the back row of the multi-storey car park. Now it was also a bit of a walk, but at least he didn't have to trudge around in the snow with his shoes on. He quickly got through the ticket check and then went in search of the reserved space.

But from a distance he saw Marilyn sitting at the table. She had really set it up cleverly. It was a small table in an alcove with 4 chairs at it. Presumably this was meant for 2 couples, but whether the 4 chair was also "booked" was probably rather unlikely. 

Sitting with his back to him was a man, probably Marilyn's husband. 
When Marilyn noticed him approaching her table, she flinched briefly, but then pretended not to know him.

"Excuse me," Martin said as he stood in front of the table, "I hope you don't mind if I join you. I've reserved this one seat here."

"Sure, gladly!" It was Marilyn's husband who now turned to him and eyed him. 

But then his face contorted ...

"Man I'm going crazy! Martin! Martin Jackson!" He literally jumped up from the chair and pushed his hand towards him.

Martin looked at the man and wondered how he knew him. And then he recognised him too: "Robert! I'm going crazy! Long time no see!"

Uncertainly, he squinted over at Marilyn, who looked just as surprised as he now feared. Robert turned to his wife: 
"Marilyn, this is Martin Jackson. Arguably the best arithmetic student ever to come out of the main college in this town. And I bet he's going to tell us now that he studied maths or some shit like that. Martin and I were pretty good mates until he said that the Gymi was the better choice for him. And looking at him, I guess it was!"

Then he turned to Martin again: 
"Come and sit down! And tell me! Where do you hang out? What are you doing anyway? It's a small world, isn't it? Of all places, this is where we have to meet again."

Robert was completely beside himself. He was so happy to have met his old collegemate. 
But it didn't make things any easier for Martin and Marilyn. 
But Martin elegantly held out his hand to Marilyn as if he were actually meeting her for the first time...

"Your husband has already introduced me," he said, addressing Marilyn. 
Then he turned to Robert: "And this charming woman is not your wife, is she?"

"Yes she is. I'm sorry I didn't introduce you to her. This is Marilyn, my wife." While Robert was now introducing his wife, Martin and Marilyn's hands had been holding each other and despite the new situation Martin would have preferred not to let go of her. 

However, Martin was not really feeling well now and Marilyn was also visibly nervous. 

But Robert didn't notice his wife's restlessness in the least and chatted about the old times and what had happened in the meantime. If Martin had met his old college friend somewhere else today, his stories would certainly have been interesting. 

But under these circumstances, he couldn't even concentrate on what Robert was telling him. Instead, his thoughts circled intensely around the woman at their table. 
Occasionally he tried to steer the conversation so that he could include Marilyn and talk to her. 
But Robert was so busy reciting his life story that there was no chance of interrupting him. 

But Martin did notice one thing. Somehow Robert seemed nervous, his voice was sometimes a bit shaky and it seemed as if he didn't want to give him time to think about anything, anyway Robert was chattering almost continuously and hardly let him or Marilyn get a word in edgewise. 
Martin noticed from the expression on Marilyn's face that she was also very surprised at her husband's talkativeness.

When the band began to play, he simply asked into Robert's narration if he could take his wife for a dance.

"But I'd love to, at least then I can spare my little legs a little. You know," he said, "I'm not much of a dancer." 

Martin nodded in understanding, even though he couldn't have imagined it any other way.

"Thanks for the rescue!" whispered Marilyn in his ear as they walked onto the dance floor.

As they faced each other on the dance floor, Martin said with a mischievous smile, "You're welcome!" and took her in his arms. 

And immediately they were spinning to the beat of the music. Marilyn snuggled close to Martin, while Martin pressed his girlfriend against him as inconspicuously as possible, which she gladly put up with. 

At first without speaking to each other, they just turned to the rhythm of the music, but Martin absorbed the scent of her hair and her soft perfume deeply with a pleasant feeling.

He loved the smell of hair, even more so when it was the smell of a woman he desired. A glance at Robert showed them that he did not suspect anything. 
He sat with his back to the dance floor and made no move to turn around or watch them. And so Martin couldn't help himself when the band took their first break and gave Marilyn a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Surprised, she first looked at Martin, then almost fearfully turned her gaze to her husband. 
But when she saw that he hadn't taken any notice of them and hadn't noticed the kiss, she smiled at Martin and said she was happy about the kiss, but they should be careful. 

There might also be neighbours or acquaintances here and she didn't want to be the subject of gossip. 
Martin understood and assured her that he would hold back, even though it might be very difficult for him.

Just as they returned to the table, the waitress brought the drinks and took the food. While Marilyn and Martin sipped their water, half the glass of Robert's beer was empty after the first draught.

"Poaahh!" he said, "I'm so thirsty. It's warm in that room, too."

The conversation died down and when the menu was finally served, everyone ate quietly and thought about their own thoughts. 

Martin thought about what it would have been like if he had been here alone with Marilyn, and the looks Marilyn gave him suggested that she was thinking about the same thing. 

Robert, on the other hand, seemed to simply enjoy his food, and especially his drink. 
When he was full and pushed his plate aside, he emptied his second glass of beer. Martin was glad when the band started playing again.

"I need something for my digestion!" he said to Robert and then turned to Marilyn: "Would you like to help me?"

Immediately afterwards, their bodies swayed again to the beat of the music. Obviously, several couples had the same idea now, because the dance floor was slowly filling up. 

Normally Martin didn't like it very much when a dance floor was crowded and you had to be careful not to step on anyone's feet. 

But now he was almost inwardly rejoicing, because now he had a reason to pull Marilyn closer to him and feel her body. 
And Marilyn also let herself be carried away for a little moment to lean her head against his shoulder.

However, they were both then surprised when they returned to the table at the next break in the chapel and there were 2 empty shot glasses in front of Robert. You could also see from Marilyn's looks that this surprised her. 

When Robert noticed her questioning looks directed at the empty shot glasses, he said they had done something on the dance floor for digestion, he would just do that part with liquid fruit. 

Then he laughed a little too loudly for their taste. It was obvious that Robert was already a little over the limit.

But that was not to change in the course of the evening. 

While Marilyn and Martin took every opportunity to be close to each other on the dance floor, Robert chugged one beer after another. 

In between there was always "liquid fruit" and not even before eleven o'clock, his slurring was hardly to be understandable.

Finally, Marilyn and Martin decided to take Robert home. 
He was just too drunk to wait here with him for the turn of the year. Marilyn was visibly embarrassed by this. 
She apologised for her husband several times. 

But Martin denied it. Secretly, the whole thing was actually very convenient for him. 

On the one hand, Robert had scored an own goal in his game, of which he knew nothing, and on the other hand, he could now possibly celebrate the New Year alone with Marilyn. 
A situation that Martin was quite enthusiastic about.

When they paid their bill, the waitress looked at them both with a pitying look. 

"Don't be too hard on him," she then said sympathetically, "there'll be a few more who give up before midnight or don't get to see the New Year."

Then Marilyn and Martin hooked Robert left and right and walked him to the car. Martin had offered to drive himself. 

While Marilyn then held the passenger door open, Martin manoeuvred the drunk into the passenger seat, then bent over Robert and fastened his seat belt. 

Marilyn then climbed into the rear while Martin then steered the car out of the parking garage to the couple's flat. 

At the beginning of the drive, Robert had occasionally slurred something unintelligible before he sailed over with a regular snore.

While getting into the car had been relatively easy, getting out of the car was extremely difficult for Robert. 

Again and again he nodded off and it took a while until Martin kept him awake enough for Robert to get out of the car. 

Again, Martin and Marilyn supported the swaying man and eventually they managed to get Robert into bed. 
No sooner had he fallen into the mattress than his sonorous snoring could be heard again. 
Marilyn took off his shoes, put a bucket next to the bed and then they left Robert alone.

"Thanks," Marilyn said, "it would have been a bit difficult for me on my own now."

"Does Robert often... I mean, does he often get drunk like that?" Martin wanted to know. 

"No, not really," replied Marilyn, but Martin wasn't sure if this was true or if she was just trying to protect her husband.

Marilyn looked at the clock and when Martin followed her gaze, he saw that it was close to midnight. 

"Would you like to toast with me?" asked Marilyn. 

Of course Martin wanted nothing more than that and so Marilyn disappeared, only to return a minute later with a champagne bottle and 2 glasses. 

"I'm afraid I don't have anything at home to nibble on," Marilyn stated somewhat disappointedly, while Martin carefully removed the cork from the bottle. 

He managed it just in time and with a loud "pop" the cork bounced to the floor. 

When the two heard the church bells, they stood wordlessly facing each other with their filled glasses. 

Each of them could probably have said many things now, perhaps would have liked to say one thing or another to the other, but they just stopped, looked into each other's eyes and tried to read in them.

"I wish you a ..." Martin thought for a moment about what to wish Marilyn as she completed the sentence, "...healthy, prosperous year. And that everything will happen as you wish!" 
She paused slightly, but not taking her eyes off him, "And that you find your wife for life! I wish it for you with all my heart!"

They clinked their glasses and each took a small sip. 

Martin then put his champagne glass on the table, took Marilyn's from her hand and put it beside it, "I know it's not right, but I think I've already got the woman for life..."

That was as far as Martin got, because Marilyn's finger had come to rest on his lips, "Shh!" she went. 

But her finger remained on his lips and Martin breathed a kiss on it. And immediately they were in each other's arms, their lips met in a heartfelt, liberating kiss and soon their tongues were playing the same game of love. 

They could no longer let go of each other. 

Robert had long since faded out, it was just the two of them alone. Martin's hand went into her hair, wanted to feel it, stroked the back of her neck, soaked up her warmth there, then gently stroked her head again.

Time did not matter, nor did the place they were in. 
They had completely ignored the danger, even if it was small, that Robert would suddenly stand in the doorway. When they could finally let go of each other, it was already shortly before one o'clock. 

Satisfied, Martin leaned against the table, picked up his glass and, completely out of breath, toasted Marilyn again: "Here's to you!" Marilyn also picked up her glass again, "And to you!"

"Would you like to stay here?" asked Marilyn. And in her eyes there was clearly her desire about Martin accepting the offer.

"I don't know if that's a good idea?" Slowly, a sense of reality returned.

"I'll tell Robert we had another drink and I didn't let you drive home. What's he going to say? You can sleep here on the couch. But I'd like to have breakfast with you tomorrow."

The offer of breakfast together was attractive, however, and Martin agreed. They then sat on the couch for a while, chatting about this and that, holding hands as if in love. 

Finally, however, Marilyn brought another blanket and wished them a good night, without forgetting the kiss that went with it. 

Martin took off his shoes, lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket over his body. 

Marilyn had already turned off the light on her way out. A pleasant warmth enveloped his body and Martin fell asleep immediately.

Then something had woken Martin up. It was as if someone was in the room. 

He tried to make out something in the darkness. 
But it was only when the person was standing right in front of his couch that he could tell that someone was standing in front of him. From the stature, it couldn't possibly be Robert, had Marilyn forgotten something else?

Still sleepy, he turned around to get a better look at the person in front of him. But almost at the same time, the person next to him bent down, lifted his blanket and slipped under it.

Surprised and still a little sleepy, he wanted to ask what was wrong, but he didn't get the chance because Marilyn's lips were on his. Automatically his arm went around her to hold her tightly and met only bare skin! 

As he slid his hand further down her back, he felt nothing but Marilyn's nakedness here too. 
And when his hand finally stroked Marilyn's buttocks, here too he could feel nothing that could have indicated a piece of clothing. 

Finally his fingers could feel the cleft of her buttocks: Marilyn had crept up to Martin stark naked and was now snuggling against him like this under his blanket.

Martin was instantly wide awake again. 
All tiredness seemed to be wiped away, as did the thought of the possible danger that Robert might suddenly wake up and look for his wife...