A/N: First of all, I'm sure this story has been done before but I wanted to do my own version of it. Perhaps it is like others, I have no idea because I honestly haven't read anyone's story with this story idea. Also, please bear with me with this story, I haven't written in a really long time, but felt inspired, so my writing may not be all that good.
Chandler's POV.
The door closing behind me sounded ridiculously loud. I walked slowly across the hall to my apartment. I changed my mind though, and turned around and headed downstairs. I needed a walk. I had to think. I knew going into this that it was just a fling. Monica needed me. I've always been that person who has to be there for somebody, no matter what they are going through. Sleeping with them is a tad extreme though. But I will never forget that night. How could I, when it was so damn wonderful? I know I've always been one of Monica's closest friends, but I can't deny I've never had any feelings for her. I never once have tried to make a move though. I know I joked around with her awhile back about being her boyfriend, but that was only to see how she felt. I've never felt more rejected in all of my life. I didn't expect her to be so serious about it; it was as though the idea of me being her boyfriend absolutely repulsed her. Which is why I'm kind of in shock right now. The other night, it was as though she had done a complete 180. I've never been with a woman who has enjoyed sex as much as she seemed to. And it was seven times. Seven whole times of sex. We brushed off the fact that it would ruin the friendship. I honestly don't know how I can go back to just being friends with this woman who literally shook my whole world in just one night. When I see her, I can hear her sounds of pleasure, her look of pure bliss, her beautiful body against mine. I will simply have to avoid her for awhile. A long while. Who knows how long.
Monica's POV.
I thought he would come back. I waited by the door for at least 2 minutes, but he never did. I thought I wanted it to just be a one night ordeal, but I've never in my life had sex like that. And I can't believe it was with Chandler. Chandler, my closest friend, my neighbor, my brother's best friend. He did things to me that no man has ever done with me. He made me feel things I have never felt before. Things I absolutely need to experience again. I just have to decide how I can tell him that I want more. But, it's Chandler we're talking about. A request like that is likely to freak him out. I mean, he's a guy for crying out loud. He got sex, and he's probably done. He wouldn't want to be with me, like in a relationship, or anything like that. But because we're friends, I can't just use him for sex. I shouldn't have used him for sex two nights ago. It was so damn good though. What should have been awkward and uncomfortable, was actually amazing and wonderful. I didn't have to fake anything with him; it was all real, and very powerful. After this, my expectations for good sex are much, much higher now. It will be very difficult for any guy to top that. And maybe, just maybe, I won't need another guy to top that. I just have to figure out how to be honest with Chandler. I have to convince him that there's something between us, and it's not just amazing sex. He and I connect. He did more than fulfill me physically, he fulfilled me emotionally as well. No one else in this whole world could bring me as much joy as that man did that night. And he needs to know.
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Okay, I know it's short, but I don't want to give too much to this story if no one is interested in it. I would love to continue it, but I need some support, so leave me a comment or like.