A person very close to me asked me to pen a fantasy for him a few months ago. He gave me the premise and I came up with this story. Part I is in two posts, as I can't fit it all in to a single one. They had moved in to their new house the previous weekend and were quite excited about getting the entire place in order. So much unpacking and arranging and rearranging and deciding just where each of their apartment acquisitions would fit to the best visual advantage. They had been garage sale-ing that afternoon, picking up pieces here and there to add to the interest and character of the rooms. Each brought an artistic flair and eye for detail to the job, so the task had become very enjoyable and satisfying, as they often loved the things the other chose. Today their biggest purchase had been an old oak wardrobe that they intended for the spare bedroom. The guy they'd bought it from had generously offered to drop it by at their house and now it sat ensconced in the garage, as he had demured at trying to manhandle it up the staircase with Bill. Standing in the kitchen now, their arms comfortably around each others bodies, they commended themselves on how the house had shaped up in one short week. They were sure they'd feel ready to invite friends and family next weekend for a meal and a welcome to their first real home. Evening was drawing in early, now it was mid October and they had decided to light the fire in the living room tonight and toast both it and their comfy abode with a glass of wine or two. Bill moved to the living room to start the fire, while Beth took glasses from the dining room hutch and took a bottle of chilled white wine from the fridge. Placing all on a tray, she added the platter of sliced ham,apple,cheese and grapes that she'd prepared earlier. Stopping in the doorway to the room, she saw Bill had drawn the curtains against the evening chill and had even lit a few candles in the room to add to the glow. Smiling broadly, she put the tray down on the coffee table and went into his arms, once again endlessly thrilled by the fact that this man was hers, his body hers to worship and adore as much as she pleased and desired. And her desire for him was boundless. Each time he entered her body, whether it was her waiting mouth or her succulent pussy or her hot ass...it only fueled her need for more from her mate...for that he was. From the first time they met, they knew they were perfectly mated. Standing on tiptoe, she offered him her lips and he devoured them hungrily as her hand went to cup his package. She could feel the heat of him sear her palm through his jeans, feel his tumescence grown and she could felt the moisture begin between her thighs, at the thought of his hard tool driving into her quivering flesh. They were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing...looking at each other, they wondered who could it be...they didn't know anyone in the neighbourhood yet. Bill headed to open the door, as Beth began pouring their wine. She turned to hand him his glass and saw a young guy, about early twenties, was following him into the living room. Making the introductions, Bill explained that Chad lived next door and had come over, as he'd noticed the garage door was still open at this time of night and while the neighbourhood was fairly quiet...no point in putting temptation in anyone's way. Thanking him for his thoughtfullness, Beth asked him to join them in their first official toast of both the house and their first fire of the season. Chad loved fires but his house didn't boast a fireplace, so she teasingly said he'd be invited any time they lit one. Sitting, Chad was soon regaling them with stories of the surrounding neighbours and he had such a humourous spin to many of the people and their foibles, he soon had both Bill and Beth laughing out loud and wondering if his descriptions truly fit any of them. Beth passed the fruit and cheese platter and decided to hit the tunes on the radio and get out some Jiffy Pop...she was wondering if it would actually cook in the flames of the fireplace. They decided there was only one way to find out. All three down on their haunches before the fire, they reminisced about the tunes that came on the radio, debating the merits of each and recalling when they'd first heard each song that was playing. Even though they were a good fifteen years older than Chad he seemed to like the same tunes they got off on. They decided he had good taste in music and he said he was a much older soul trapped in a younger body, flexing a bicep which got him a peel of laughter from Beth and a lingering squeeze of his muscle. Their eyes made contact for the briefest of flashes...and she turned to Bill and conveyed the same look. It was as if an invisible current had passed between the trio. The air seemed more charged somehow. The feeling was like an invisible web, drawing them closer and making them feel more relaxed and comfortable. The popcorn was ready and Bill tore the top open, dumping it into a bowl as Beth went to retrieve another bottle of wine from the fridge. Who knew that zinfandel and Jiffy Pop could taste so good...ambrosia for the gods...especially when thrown like a basketball into the nearest open mouth. Who threw the first kernel was never quite clear but next thing they knew, points were being scored for whomever could catch the most popcorn in their mouth. This horseplay went on for a good five minutes with them even blocking and checking to prevent scoring. Before they knew it they were out of ammunition in the bowl and they collapsed in a slightly tipsy head in front of the warm fire contemplating the flames and picking stray popcorn off each others bodies and eating it. Sighing, Bill said they still had to figure out how to get the wardrobe up to the bedroom and Chad told him no problem...between the two of them they could take care of whatever needed fitting in the bedroom. Beth was always one for a good double entendre and she began to giggle. Being a tad tipsy, the more she tried to stifle her mirth, the more it would re-erupt. Chad, quite curious as to what she found so darn funny, began to play-tickle, saying he wouldn't stop 'til she 'fessed up. Beth rolled this way and that, trying to elude his tickling, groping hands and Chad told Bill to get her from the other side, so she couldn't get away. The warmth of the moment decided it for Bill. He joined in with the horse play and then Beth grabbed Bill around the neck and was kissing him deeply.