Friends: Moving DaybyDudeman85©
Author's note: Thank you to my readers for your patience as you wait for stories. :-) I do this as a hobby, and sometimes it's hard to get the time to write. I don't want to submit anything that isn't up to par. All comments and story suggestions are welcome and appreciated, though. Thanks.
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Moving Day
A gloomy haze hung within the purple walls of Rachel and Monica's apartment. They had lost a rash betting contest to the guys, and now they found themselves forced to pack and move to a smaller, dingier place.
Monica was in the living room trying to lift a heavy box, when Rachel walked in from Chandler's new bedroom.
"Hey, Rach, can you give me a hand with this box?" she asked.
"No! Put that box down!" Rachel demanded. "We are not going anywhere! This is my apartment and I like it! This is a girl's apartment! That is a boy's apartment, it's dirty and it smells."
Condemnation filled those words. Phoebe and Monica watched as she flitted around the room, desperate to show why they shouldn't be moving.
"This is pretty. It's- it's so pretty! And look, and it's- it's purple!"
Rachel approached her roommate, with a determined look.
"And I'm telling you, you with the steady hand, I am not moving! And now I have got the steady hand."
In spite of her words and her demeanor, Rachel's hand shook uncontrollably as she held out. Monica realized that Rachel would not accept their situation easily.
"I'll take care of it," she replied with somberness, and turned to go across the hall.
Rachel called out after her, on the verse of breaking into tears. "That's right! You do what the hand says!"
Monica entered the other apartment, where Chandler and Joey were happily packing boxes.
"Um, guys... Rachel's really upset about having to move," she began.
"Well, tough noogies," Chandler shot back, sassily, "You lost the bet."
Monica controlled a flare of anger. "Okay. First of all... 'tough noogies'? Who says that?" she replied sarcastically. "And second, I'm not asking you to give us back the apartment. I'm just asking for another bet. Just one final bet. Anything. You pick it, and I'll... I'll bet on it."
Joey and Chandler stared at her, sizing up the situation. Then they turned to confer, as Monica tried to listen in on their deliberations.
"Okay," Joey suggested. "How about one of us does it with her, and the first one to cum wins."
Somehow, Chandler knew that any idea from Joey would involve sex.
"Hmmm... I like where you're going with this... and let's face it, of the two of us, I think I would have the advantage of speed." They both nodded in acknowledgement. Chandler considered it for a moment longer, then a thought hit him. "Wait a minute. She could just fake it, and we'd never know if we really won."
"But I won't. I won't!" Monica blurted out. Realizing that she had exposed her eavesdropping, she looked to the side sheepishly.
Chandler pointed at her. "Yeah, well, we don't trust you, little Miss Winning-Is-More-Important-Than-Anything. All right," he went on, as he strolled toward her, his arms crossed. "All right. You wanna bet? Here's the bet. Non-negotiable. Joey does you, while you blow me. If either him or I cum first, you girls can have your apartment back. But if you cum before either one of us... we get the apartment... AND your mattresses."
Joey excitedly gestured his approval. "Ooo, ooo, that's good. Their beds are soft... and they smell good, too... like Rach and Monica's perfume and stuff."
"DEAL!" Monica voiced her enthusiastic agreement, then jabbed her finger alternately at the two. "You are SO gonna lose this bet. I RULE at giving blowjobs! In fact, I'm the Blowjob Queen."
"Interesting," Chandler deadpanned. "I thought that my father was awarded that title. Fortunately, I was never invited to the coronation..."
"Okay, I'll go get a condom," Joey said, heading toward his room.
"Oh no, you don't, mister," Monica objected. "I know what condoms do for guys."
He stopped, uncertain of her meaning, and offered, "They... keep us from getting women pregnant?"
"Well, that too," she conceded. "But when you're wearing a condom, you don't FEEL as much, so you don't CUM as fast. No siree. No condom. I'll go put in my diaphragm." She turned to leave. "You guys may as well start unpacking."
Joey laughed derisively. "In your dreams, Monica. I'm gonna keep packin' my boxes, just as soon as I'm done packin' YOUR box!"
"Good one, my man," Chandler said. They smiled and nodded, giving a wiggle-finger handshake, as Monica shot Joey a disgusted look before leaving.
"This is so cool. We're gonna get to double-team Monica!" Joey excitedly proclaimed. "I've been waiting for this for, like, my whole life."
"Or for the three years that you've known her," came Chandler's sarcastic reply.
"Well, yeah... but it seems like I've known her my whole life," Joey tried to give an air of charm to his lust. Chandler just shook his head, then noticed that Joey was unzipping his jeans.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, Quick Draw. Whatcha doin'?" he said, looking away.
"What? I'm getting ready for Monica," replied Joey, matter-of-factly.
"Okay. You will never take that out, when it's just you and me," Chandler stated.
"Oh. Right," his roommate said with new understanding. "Sorry. It's just that I'm so excited."
"And you will never say those words, when you and I are alone."
As the guys were discussing their upcoming strategy to win, Monica walked hurriedly though her and Rachel's apartment.
"Didja do it? Didja get it back?" Rachel asked as Monica passed behind the couch where she sat with a magazine in her lap.
"No, not yet. We're still in negotiations," was the fast reply. The door to the bedroom closed, leaving Rachel and Phoebe outside, with wondering looks.
Monica pulled off her blue jeans and "old lady underpants," as Joey had called them that morning. After inserting her diaphragm, she dug through the basket of fresh laundry, and pulled out a clean white thong.
"Joey's an ass-man," she said to herself, approvingly. The garment slid up her slim legs. Monica stuck out her ass and wiggled her hips to work the strap in between her butt-cheeks. Turning to the mirror, she quickly touched up her makeup, mascara, and lipstick, to give Chandler a little visual help. Monica watched herself slowly run her tongue around her lips, practicing some erotic looks for him. She knew that she'd have to use every trick in the book, and she was more than willing to do it.
She thought about changing her clothes, but decided that it would draw too much attention from Rachel and Phoebe. So, her jeans and black and white sneakers went back on. Monica opened the door and walked across the living room and through the kitchen.
"Waddaya mean, negotiations?" Rachel asked.
Monica turned to address her, though never slowing her pace. "I got them to do one more bet with me. And don't worry. There's no WAY I can lose this one."
"Monica, did you redo your make-?" Rachel's question was cut short by the closing door.
In the hallway, Monica paused with her hand on the doorknob. She composed herself with a sultry look, then turned the knob and walked in.
"Hello, gentlemen," she said with a low, seductive voice, as she leaned against the closed door. "Are you ready to fuck me?" Both men mumbled incoherently, taken aback by Monica's new persona. They moved together, instinctively thinking that they would be somehow safer. She strutted toward them. "How do you want to do me- I mean, do this?"
"Uh, uh," Joey stammered, "how about, um, Chandler sits on the stool, and you go in front of him, and I'll go behind you."
"Go behind me... go in me... either one's fine by me," she quipped, running her fingertips down his chest. "But maybe I should get naked first."
"I, um, I thought we could do this with our clothes on," Joey said softly.
"Oh. Well, we COULD," Monica said. "I just figured that it's be easier for you to make me cum... if I was naked. And I will do ANYTHING for you guys... um, I mean, anything to help you win the bet."
Chandler cleared his throat nervously. "If, if that's what you want..."
Without a word, Monica kicked off her shoes and stood in her bare feet. She began to slowly unbutton her red plaid shirt. It looked slightly too big for her, as the long sleeves covered all but her fingers. That, in and of itself, was sexy to the guys, right then.
One by one, the buttons released, revealing her white lace bra. Pinkish brown nipples peeked through the lace. She watched their reactions as she lowered her arms behind her and the shirt slipped off, to fall on the floor. She closed her eyes, head slightly down, as her hands glided up her hips, across her flat stomach, momentarily cupped her breasts, then ran through her short hair, and stretched upward. Their eyes were riveted on her as that simple motion replayed in their minds. Both were unaware that they were groping themselves through their pants.
Monica reached to her crotch, and opened the flap of her jeans, then pulled down the zipper. She undid the silver button, and the halves opened.
"You can undo your jeans, too," Monica teased them. "It looks like you need to release some pressure, maybe more than me."
Both men followed her, their briefs displaying long hard bulges within open pants. Monica smiled to herself and gradually eased the tight blue denim down her legs, and slipped them off her feet. As she straightened up, she made sure that the guys got a full view of the front of her underwear. The side straps of Monica's thong arced high over her slim hips. The small piece of fabric fully covered her crotch... but just barely.
"Tho-, those aren't your old lady underpants," Joey stuttered.
"Hmmm... no... I guess they aren't," Monica said indifferently, as she turned to show them the thong back.
"Omigod," Joey whimpered.
Monica caressed her perfect ass, slowly moving her hands around her hips, up her stomach, and then around back again. Both mouths hung open, as they independently decided that Monica's simple show was better than any strip club they had gone to.
Their conclusion was confirmed as Monica glanced back, made sure that they were staring at her ass, then slowly bent over, pulling her thong down. Her face nearly touched her shins, and her hairless slit pushed out from between her thighs.
"Well, you certainly are limber," Chandler heard himself say, apprehensively.
Monica moved her hips in a tiny circle.
"Yeah, I do a lot of stretching when I run. I find that when I'm all hot and sweaty, I need to keep my body loose." She straightened up, still facing away, so that each man would think she was addressing him. "Maybe someday you can find out just how limber I am."
Both Chandler and Joey nearly fainted, thinking about the possibilities. Monica turned back to them, and sauntered over to Chandler. The whole time, she saw that their gazes were fixed on her trimmed pussy.
"But I still have a hard time reaching my bra. Could you help me with that, Chandler?" Monica said innocently as she offered her back to him. Monica smirked, somehow knowing the look of fear that flashed from Chandler to Joey.
Joey knew that his roommate couldn't work bras. So he gave him a quiet gesture of encouragement.
Chandler reached up and slipped his fingers under the stretchy band, feeling Monica's soft skin. "Okay," he thought, "It's simple... just push it together, and unhook... Together, and unhook.". If there was ever a bra he wanted off, it was this one. Though his hands shook slightly, he managed to undo the clasp.
"Mmm, thank you," Monica said provocatively, as she looked over her shoulder. The bra was tossed on the pile of clothes a few feet away. Turning to face them, she tried her best to mimic Phoebe's porn star voice, "I'm ready."
"Well, okay then," Chandler began.
But he was cut off by Joey's "Oh no, no, no" as Monica reached out and grabbed each man's bulge.
"No touching. Not until we get started, at least," Joey demanded, fearful that she might get them to burst before any of the good stuff.
"Oh, all right. I would never want to break the rules," she replied with a chaste tone that really said she was willing to break any rule to win. Then she addressed Chandler. "Can we at least take your shirt off? And maybe you too, Joey?"
The guys couldn't have said no, even if they wanted to. With Monica's "help" each man stripped to the waist. In spite of the rules, neither one objected as her hands ran over their torsos.
First with Chandler, then Joey, she dipped into their briefs to retrieve their hard cocks, hooking each waistband under their balls.
"See. I didn't even stroke you," Monica feigning fair-play. But just hearing the words, "stroke you" come from Monica's mouth was enticing enough.
"You sure you're, um, ya know, 'ready'?" Joey asked. He didn't want to hurt his friend by banging her hard right at the start.
"Oh, you're probably right. I guess I need to get a little wwwet," she answered, with a salacious look in her eye.
Joey soon regretted his question, as Monica inserted her first and middle fingers into her mouth. She slowly worked them in and out, looking at Chandler, as if to say, "This is what I'm going to do to you."
Then her hand went between her legs, and her damp fingers moved back and forth on her pussy. She peeped a little "oh!" as she pushed up inside herself, then a slow contented "Mmmmm..." as a finger moved up and down, drawing her wetness to her lips. This wasn't enough to get her overly aroused, but certainly enough to play to the lust of a man.
She pulled her digit out, and threaded it into Chandler's open mouth. She knew that he would cum before Joey, and so her attentions were focused on him. Without thinking, his lips closed around it, tasting his friend.
She pulled back her hand, and put her finger in her own mouth, letting them watch as she licked it. Her other hand slid between her thighs and rubbed, first the insides of her thighs, then up to her pussy, moistening her digits. She offered them to Joey, as she said with a partly-filled mouth, "Can't leave you out."
He couldn't believe how hot Monica could be. His tongue gratefully licked her fingers, as Monica giggled at him.
"Now... I'm ready," she pronounced, removing fingers from mouths.
Chandler went to lean against the green, padded bar stool. Monica crouched to help him push his tan dockers down to his feet, "accidentally" brushing her cheek against his cock as she did so.
"You are bad, bad woman," Chandler complained, recognizing that she was bending the rules as far as she could.
Monica simply smiled, and stood. Then she bent over, bringing her face within inches of his crotch.
Chandler looked down, seeing her lovely face and his hard cock in one view. He couldn't believe this was about to happen.
"Can I touch now?" Monica knew that even the simple act of asking permission would be erotic.
"Ye-, yes," Chandler responded, uncertainly. "But don't rub anything."
Monica's hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pointed it at her mouth. Joey stood behind her, jeans around his knees. He rested one hand on her ass, and with the other, held his hard dick at her entrance.
"Ready..." Joey said.
Monica's eyes locked onto Chandler. She moved her lips so they almost touched his head. As if mesmerized, Chandler had no choice but to stare at her.
With a seductive, yet determined motion, she opened her mouth. It hovered above his throbbing rod.
"GO!" Joey nearly shouted.
He plunged into Monica as her mouth fell on Chandler.
"NGAAAHHH!" Chandler groaned, as the warm wet feeling enveloped his cockhead.
Monica's head bobbed up and down rapidly, expecting that a fast, wet blowjob would be the key. But she soon realized that, even with Chandler, it would take more than just a cock-bob to get him off.
Joey slid his dick in and out of Monica at a moderate pace. Within a few strokes, her pussy was sopping wet, and his shaft glistened each time he withdrew.
Monica emptied her mouth, and licked the underside of his shaft as she supported the front with her fingers. She began moaning her feigned delight, and licked it like a long thick piece of candy.
"Joey," Chandler said with a panicked look, "she's making the sounds. SHE'S MAKING THE SOUNDS."
Just as Monica suspected, Chandler had a weak spot for erotic noises. If she played her cards right, she could get them both to cum first, and maybe force them to get rid of the chick and duck. So she redoubled her moans as she continued licking and sucking.
"MMmmmm.... mmm... mmaaaaahhh... ahhh.... aaaahhhmmmm... mmm...." Then she encouraged him as she stroked his cock. "Oh yeah... mmm... that's it... oh, it's so BIG!"
She rubbed it all over her face, trying to show Chandler how much she wanted it.
"Mmmm, this feels so goood," she went on, as if talking to herself. "Getting fucked by two studs... one cock in my pussy and the other cock in my mouth..." It went back in to illustrate her words.
"Just don't listen to her," Joey said. "Try to ignore her."
"Pretty damn hard, Joe! She's suckin' on my dick."
"I know, I know," he agreed, as he fucked Monica. "But we have to win this. Whatta you complainin' about anyway? I'm the one who has to make her cum. You just have to play defense. So, YOU PLAY DEFENSE, MISTER!"
With this, Joey reached forward and gave a hard flick to Chandler's nipple.
"OW!! Right! Right!" Chandler said, the pain helping him to regain some composure. He held it fairly well, even as he looked back down at Monica.
"Awww," she said sweetly. "Did Joey hurt you? How about you let Monica kiss your boo-boo?"
She raised up slightly, and leaned in. Her lips gently kissed the offended nipple as she stroked Chandler's cock. Her soft kiss turned into seductive licking. Chandler found it surprisingly pleasurable, having a sexy woman licking him like that.
"Wha- whatcha doin'?" he asked nervously.
"Just licking your nipple... I like licking nipples..." she smiled.
"Oh sweet mother..." he mumbled, clearly understanding Monica's implication, but uncertain if she was just taunting him or if she secretly did like women. "How can you ignore that, Joe?" he demanded.
"Dude, just don't think about it," Joey asserted. "There's no reason to think about Monica licking Rachel's tits."
"Who said anything about Rachel?" Chandler retorted. "You're not helping!!"
Monica giggled slightly, knowing that her words were having the intended effect.
"And she's not denying it, Joe. SHE'S NOT DENYING IT!!" Chandler knew that thoughts of lesbian love between the two roommates could easily be his undoing.
For just a moment, Monica felt guilty about bringing her best friend into this, without her consent. But she quickly rationalized that both guys had to have lusted after Rachel anyway, so what was the harm in using her for some thought-stimulation. "Besides," she said to herself, "I'm the one who's doing them to get our place back."
Knowing that the guys were fighting the image of her and Rachel together, Monica addressed Chandler, then behind herself to Joey. "Sweetheart, you can imagine me doing anything you want."
"Devil-woman," Joey muttered, as he looked at her smiling face. Her tiny body rocked slightly with his thrusts. Then he looked at his friend. "Chandler, you just hold out, man. I know I can make her cum. You just gotta buy me some time."
"You got it, man!" Chandler replied, firmly.
His gaze wandered the room, as he tried not to envision Monica licking a beautiful woman's breasts. He especially tried not to picture Rachel as that woman. "Don't think about it, don't think about it," he forced the words into his mind.
Soon Monica's tongue left his nipples, and he was able to finally push the thought away. But his respite was short-lived.