BTW: Own nothing of Friends, etc.
Getting To Know Each Other (Chapter One) Written By Talon and Andrea
Monica couldn't believe it! She was actually going to NYU! She would be living in a dorm, away from her parents. There was to be two other girls living there as well. Jill Silverton and Carol. Carol had graciously said that she would room with her. She arrived early Friday afternoon just to get away from her parents. Her mom in particular.
It would make everything so much easier, for her mother and father. Who both said that they would LOVE for someone to watch over her. Like she couldn't take care of herself. No matter, Carol was probably going to be spending a lot of time with Ross. Giving her plenty of alone time.
She would be incredibly happy! Just as long as her geeky brothers dorm mate stayed far away. Chandler! What a pompous, arrogant snob! He seemed to get along great with her brother, but that didn't matter. It wasn't her fault that she accidentally cut his toe off last Thanksgiving. The Thanksgiving before that he called her fat!
He didn't even want to get to know her. He just didn't like the way she looked. Talk about being shallow! Besides, she was willing to look past that stupid hairdo of his and see what kind of a person he was. He was so hung up on looks that he dismissed her because of her weight.
Oh well, no big deal. It was a big university, so their paths probably wouldn't cross more than a couple of times. If any at all. Hopefully she'd be lucky enough not to see him.
She would become a little more distant with her brother when his roommate was around. Besides, Ross and her hardly ever got along anyway. So she probably wouldn't be seeing Ross all that much, either.
Besides getting an education, she was going to start looking for a guy to date. Not seriously at first. She wanted to get to know what exactly what she was looking for. Besides she had time after college. And who knows she might find 'The One' right here at NYU!
Monica then entered her dorm room. Jill and Carol evidently hadn't arrived yet. Carol and Ross were probably waiting for the last available minute to come back from their weekend at the beach. Well, that didn't bug her. She was going to clean out the room until it was sterilized enough for a doctor to operate in. Monica then started cleaning. Soon after she was done, Jill arrived.
Across campus in the upperclassmen dorm, Chandler walked carefully into his dorm room. He never used to care about how he walked, until Ross's younger sister decapitated his toe. Now that was someone he never wanted to see again.
"HEY! SIR LIMPS A LOT!" Gandolf yelled out, running into him in the hall. "Welcome back buddy!" He ran over and gave him a manly hug.
"Hey, Gandolf! What's happening?" Chandler asked. Thinking about how he was going to make Ross's life miserable after him bestowing that hated nickname on him. Chandler knew him well enough to know which buttons to push to get a rise out of him. At least his little sister wasn't around.
"Nothing much, dude." Gandolf then laughed out. "I see that we are going to have to stop calling you Sir Limps A Lot. Now that you don't limp."
Chandler then smiled, "I guess so."
Gandolf then grinned, "Hey, why don't we go and breeze over to the other dorms and see some of the new freshmen. You know torture the men and score easily with the ladies?"
"I am with you there!" Chandler readily agreed. He took everything to his room, dropped his bags on the ground, locked the door, and both he and Gandolf went to have some fun.
Monica was just finishing up unpacking when she decided to go grab something to eat. She then locked her dorm up and started down the hall. Meeting some of her new neighbors along the way. Her roommate, Jill had already come into the room and had unpacked all of her belongings and threw them into her chest and closet without really folding them the right way. She then left to meet new people.
Right after coming out of the hallway and into the main lounge, Monica stopped short. OH GOD, NO! She KNEW that voice! She looked over and saw Chandler!
Chandler was telling a story to some friends that he hadn't seen in a while, as well as some new ones that he just met. To him making friends was pretty easy. Just tell a couple of jokes about whatever. Including his crappy childhood. And then he could easily make friends. Could his life BE any worse than what it once was?
"Hey, Monica! Come on over here! I want you to meet, Chandler!" Jill shouted out.
Monica? It couldn't be. Could it? There is, after all, more than one Monica in this world. Chandler then turned around and groaned. He shouldn't even be surprised. Apparently, his life just got worse. Should he even BE surprised?
Monica came into the room. Talk about awkward! "Chandler." She managed to get out plastering a smile on her face.
"Monica." Chandler mumbled. It just got worse. Figures with his life the way it was.
"Oh, you know each other?" Jill asked.
"Uh, you could say that." Monica stuttered out.
"Great!" Jill said. "That way we could all double date. Me with Gandolf, here. And you two with each other."
"Uh, Jill, I don't think that is such a good idea." Monica quickly said.
"That would be great! You know take we could take you ladies someplace to eat. The campus dining facilities are closed this weekend. So I thought that we could all go and get something to eat. And give you guys the tour of the campus and surrounding areas. Not to mention give you both the lowdown on where to eat at and what places that call themselves restaurants to stay away from." Gandolf explained.
"I don't know. You see…" Chandler was then cut off by Gandolf dragging him to a corner.
"Dude! Jill is hot! And I want to date her. Besides she was going to say no, but then she saw that Monica already knows you. And you two could be there to lift any concern she might have. So she would see that everything will be alright." Gandolf concluded.
Chandler sighed and shook his head, "I am going to regret this. I know it."
"Thanks buddy!" Gandolf said.
"You SO owe me!" Chandler whispered. He was wishing that the night was over already.
Jill was busy talking Monica into it as well. "Monica I really want to date Gandolf. But since I really don't know him and you know Chandler. Then it would be safe. I mean it would be just a bite to eat. PLEASE!"
Monica sighed. So much for a quiet evening, particularly AWAY from Chandler. "Oh, all right." Monica moaned.
"I'll pay you back! I swear!" Jill ran over to tell Gandolf the 'great' news.
Two hours later Tony's Pizza Palace
Chandler and Monica were seated beside each other in a both. Both hardly said a word to each other. It was mainly Gandolf and Jill talking to each other. They would direct questions at Chandler and Monica who would answer ONLY them. They were too busy ignoring each other or trying to. Jill and Gandolf were to busy getting to know each other to care about Chandler and Monica.
There was beer at the table and Monica, who really didn't feel like drinking was still on her first. Chandler was on his second. While Gandolf and Jill were into their fifth and fourth, respectively. Jill and Gandolf went off to dance. They were both a little unsteady on their feet. Chandler and Monica both sat at the table, not saying anything and trying their hardest not to look at each other. Chandler was busy studying the tablecloth, evidently wishing he were someplace else, and Monica was busy watching out for her roommate. There was something about Gandolf that she didn't trust.
"A penny…." Chandler began saying. 'I might as well get us past this.' He thought to himself.
"What?" Monica asked turning toward him. 'As if this isn't embarrassing enough' She thought to herself.
"A penny for your thoughts." Chandler replied. He started playing with his glass.
"Well……I am trying to keep an eye on Jill. I don't trust your friend for a second." Monica declared. Jill and Gandolf were still on the dance floor with more beers they grabbed from a passing waitress.
Chandler looked over at Monica, "Ross trusts him."
"And that is another reason I don't trust him." Monica replied.
"What?" Chandler asked confused.
"Ross is too naive." Monica explained.
"But you are not?" Chandler asked.
"I know how cruel the world can be." Monica stated.
"This is the first time that you are out on your own. You have always been sheltered by your parents and Ross. You know nothing." Chandler argued. He was practically thrown out on his own after his mother dumped him at a boarding school.
Monica turned toward him, "You try getting called names for the way you look while growing up. And you see how cynical you can be."
Chandler looked hard at her. She KNEW about that Thanksgiving! "You heard me talking to Ross two years ago."
"Does it matter? All you saw was a fat girl. But you couldn't see past her weight. Once you made that statement, I saw all I needed to see about you. All you are is nothing BUT a jerk!" Monica then got up. "Now I am going to take Jill home. I don't like the way your friend is pawing at her."
Monica walked up to Jill, "Hey Jill….listen maybe we should go home." "You go with Chandler. I'll go with Gandolf." Jill replied as they continued to dance. She evidently was getting more than just tipsy.
"But…." Monica started.
"You go home with Chandler. Gandolf will come with me back to our dorm." Jill continued to dance suggestively with Gandolf, pawing at him just as much as he was at her.
"Right on, babe!" Gandolf drank some more of his beer.
"Come on Jill, this isn't how you want your first night at NYU to be." Monica tried to reason with her. She was one and a half years younger than Monica, so Monica felt protective of her.
"You are right. This is my first time out on my own. And I don't need YOU or someone else telling me what to do! Or who NOT to do!" Jill declared. Gandolf sneered at Monica. He then pulled Jill even closer.
Monica was disgusted. "Alright fine. But I am NOT going to let you do this. You are drunk and he is taking advantage of you. You can yell at me all you want to. On the way back to the dorm, when we get there, and tomorrow even. You may even want to change rooms. But right now I am going to get another beer. When I get that one down, I will be ready to go. And you are coming with me." Monica walked toward the bar. Ordered a beer. She took a few sips of it.
"Listen, I can't do anything about the past. But can't we put our differences aside and at least be social?" Chandler asked coming up to her.
"As soon as I finish this, Jill and I are going back to the dorm." Monica confirmed.
"She and Gandolf just left." Chandler stated as he watched them sneak out.
"Well, great." Monica then realized her problem, "Oh no."
"What?" Chandler asked.
"They said they were going back to my dorm room." Monica looked concerned at her beer. Chandler sighed and rolled his eyes. He was going to regret this. "You might as well stay in the extra bed in my dorm room tonight."
"Well, I wouldn't want to put you out." Monica sarcastically retorted. She noticed the rolling of the eyes and heard the sigh.
"Ross would try to kill me, if I let anything happen to you." Chandler retorted back.
"I could easily take him. I have done it in the past." Monica related.
"Who couldn't?" Chandler quipped back. "I put him in a headlock one time to get him agree to hold a party in our dorm room."
That caused Monica to smile. "Tell me about it. Even a grade school kid could take on Ross."
"Wimpy Ross." Chandler agreed also starting to smile as well. He then turned and paid the bill he had with him. "Shall we continue talking about your wussy brother while taking a walk? And I can at least give you a tour that was promised to you. You see I will NOT take advantage of you or ANY woman for that matter."
"Now that sounds like fun!" Monica agreed. Finally, someone who recognized that Ross wasn't perfect. And it seemed that Chandler wasn't that bad.
Chandler grinned, "Let's go." Monica might not be so bad after all. If anyone could keep up with his jokes and throw a few of their own in, then that person was someone worth getting to know. Especially if they were about Ross.
Chandler and Ross's dorm Three hours later
While walking, Monica and Chandler talked about a lot of different things. Everything that bordered on the ideas of what was funny to downright loony bin funny. And with Chandler it was more of the crazy type of funny. Which included sarcastic and cynical. Monica wondered why in the world someone could be as cynical as him at that age.
Monica was even starting to like Chandler a bit more. He made her laugh at life. No one had made her laugh as much or as hard as him. And it was at the crappy parts of life. She could understand that. She couldn't believe it! They both were getting to the point of starting to finish each others sentences. It was evident that they both thought a like.
Chandler inserted his key and opened the door. Monica and him both walked in. Chandler turned on the light and shut the door and locked it. The room consisted of two desks, two chairs, two closets, two chests of draws and two beds. Neither of which were made. And his bags, a trunk, pillows and such were lying on the floor. Monica turned around and looked at him a little weird. Apparently he did not believe in unpacking and putting away items when he arrived.
"Gandolf met up with me before I even unlocked the door." Chandler explained. Monica only shook her head.
Chandler bent down and rummaged through a bag of his and got out some bed linens and some blankets out of the trunk. He looked at Monica and saw how nervous she was. He then took out an extra large NYU tee shirt and a pair of shorts out of another bag.
"Here you can take a shower first if you want to." Chandler offered her. He then handed her the items plus towels, soap and shampoo.
"Uh, thanks." Monica stammered out. "But I want to unpack!"
"WHAT?"
"Well… I would not feel comfortable showering with the room looking like this."
Chandler shook his head. "Why don't you shower and I will unpack. Kay?"
"Well, I don't know. I…" Thinking about what she could do to the room when it was his turn. "OK."
After she finished with her shower, she saw the room was halfway done. In short half of the clothes were put away and the beds were made up. When he went to take a shower, she finished putting the rest of the clothes away and straightening up. So when Chandler emerged from the shower he couldn't believe it.
"It is a hobby of mine to clean."
Seeing how clean it was. "So how much should I pay you for housekeeping?" Monica only laughed. "So are ya tired or do you want to watch a movie or something?"
This was the first time alone with a guy that wasn't a relative and in his bedroom where she would be staying at.
Still seeing her nervous, "Hey, listen. If this is a little too weird, then I could find you another place for you to stay." Chandler offered.
"Uh, no. I guess, well. You promise NOT to laugh?" Monica decided to tell him. He was probably going to find out anyway. Chandler shook his head yes. "Well, back at the pizza parlor you were right. I have been protected, in a way. And of course me growing up without any real friends, cause who would want to hang out with me? Rachel Green only hung out with me because we grew up together. I also think she hung out with me to make her look better. I mean a fat girl next to a then girl with a crooked nose. Who do you think people would think of to be the prettier one? But then, later on, she started to hang out with some of the popular girls in the school. Especially after I lost weight. Now we never talk. And no guy in his right mind wanted to date me. I only went out with Roy who was my prom date because no one asked me to. That was the only date that I had in school. So you might say that well. Uh, I….." Monica looked downcast at the floor.
"I think I know what you are saying." Chandler began. "Are you ready for MY pathetic life story?" He then motioned Monica to take a seat on the bed, while sitting down in a chair. He then told her his story as soon as she sat down.
Thirty minutes later….
"All that REALLY happened to you?" Monica asked. She was amazed. She thought that Chandler was so suave and sure of himself. His mother was an erotic romance novelist and his father was a cross dressing drag queen on a show called Viva Las Gaygus.
Chandler looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "You see, your life is SO much better than mine. And it will get better. Because NO ONE is as unlucky as I am. My life is as pathetic as it was then. And it WILL get more pathetic. But you know what? I give you a week. You will have boys lined up to ask you out on a date."
Monica looked at him and then smiled a bit. "Liar." He sure knew how to make her feel good. That much was certain.
"No, it is true. You look hot. You are smart and you don't put up with any crap. But look at it this way, at least you have a mother that cares about you." Chandler pointed out.
"Oh, yeah, right. My mother really cares. That is why, even when we were growing up she always compared me to Ross and criticized me. I mean I tried. I really did. But it was always 'Ross this' and 'Ross that'. Or it was 'why can't you be more like your cousin or your friend Rachel'. She thought they are perfect. Ross is perfect to mom. Even if his grades were lower than mine. Ross is simply misunderstood or mom would go to the school and argue with the teacher and even the principal to get the better grade. If I got a lower grade then it was 'with Monica she has to take what she can get'. You see Ross is a prince to my mother. He can do no wrong. And if he does something wrong, I get blamed for it. 'Monica why didn't help your brother out' or 'Monica why can't you be as great as your brother'. So you see, I would gladly switch your mother for mine, any day." Monica sighed out. And sniffed. Chandler handed her a tissue. And she blew her nose.
"Trust me, what my mother does gets OLD after a while. With ALL her new boyfriends she brings home which are just a little older than myself." Chandler looked out into space pained. Monica knew that look, that was the same look that she had on her face after her mother would whine about her life. He was more like her than she thought. She then put her hand on Chandlers shoulder and rubbed it.
Chandler half smiled and put his hand on top of hers and then kissed it. She leaned in and kissed his check. He kissed her check as well. They both leaned in a little closer and Monica kissed his lips softly. Chandler put his hand on back of her head and kissed her harder. Monica ran her hands through his hair, while Chandler pulled her to him. Monica pressed herself up against Chandler and put her arms around his neck.
After a bit Chandler pulled back and looked into her eyes and sighed. "I am SO sorry, Monica! I didn't mean to do that."
Monica smiled and kissed Chandler on the side of his face, "Chandler, I am not drunk. We are both adults and I KNOW what I am doing."
"But you told Jill…." Chandler tried to explain.
"Chandler, she IS drunk. There is a difference between being drunk and being sober enough to know what you are doing. Besides, I only had one beer and a couple of swallows of the other one. I am fine." Monica smiled. She then laid down on Chandlers bed and pulled him on top of her.
"You are sure?" Chandler asked. "I mean I am without a doubt, the biggest loser around." Monica smiled and kissed him as her answer. Chandler started to kiss her back. His hands then drifted down and he started to caress her. After a bit he stopped again and looked seriously down at her, "Monica, tell me to stop if at ANY time you don't want to do this." In answer Monica pulled him back down on top of her and started to kiss him harder and he complied.
While Chandler was kissing Monica he found out how much of a rookie she was at that endeavor. HE stopped what he was doing and looked down at her. Monica looked up at him. He face was flushed and her eyes glazed over.
Chandler wanted to continue, but he wanted to do it someplace more special than a dorm. Monica deserved the best. Not a quick romp in the sack in a seedy dorm. Chandler sighed, "Monica, we need to talk."
"Chandler, why did you stop?" Monica pouted. She pulled her shirt back into place.
"I stopped because when we do it, I want it to be special. Not a quick rumble under the covers in a dorm room. Monica, please understand, I want you. But not like this. Not for your first time."
Monica sighed, "Well, where?"
Chandler kissed her shoulder, "In front of a roaring fire, on a bearskin rug under a star filled skylight with the sound of the waves crashing behind us."
"That sounds beautiful." Monica was mesmerized. It looked as though he took after his mom when it came to writing or expressing himself.
"Yeah. Mom has a beach house and well it is very nice there." Chandler smiled at the memories. "Are you ok with us stopping?"
Monica smiled and sank into Chandlers arms. Then she frowned. "NO!" She looked at Chandlers face. "But you can make me feel better by holding and talking to me." She slightly smiled. Chandler then held her closer. He then smiled and snuggled up closer to her and threw the cover on top of them both. For the rest of the night they alternated between talking to each other and lightly making out. Finally, they both fell asleep about three in the morning.
That weekend
Chandler sighed has he waited for his last class to end. Today was the day he and Monica were going to his moms beach house for the weekend, just the two of them. As far as Ross knows though it's going to be Gandolf and Jill too. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Monica, the first girl he actually cared about. Over just one week ago they were worst enemies but now they couldn't keep their hands off each other. He found it a little weird how it turned out but didn't fight it. After all it's Monica. Come on ring! Ya stupid bell! as though he made it ring with his mind the bell went and students scattered to get out of class.
Finally! Chandler thought, now I can get Monica and get the hell outta here. He pushed his way through the hall until he reached the prearranged meeting place.. Monica wasn't there yet, so all he had to do was wait. After ten long minutes, or at least it seemed long, Monica arrived, struggling with her text books. "Hey sorry for taking so long! The professor lost his glasses and insisted someone stole them. And guess where they were? The top of his head! How he became a respected teacher I'll never know".
"That's okay, we have plenty of time...and aren't you forgetting something?" she looked confused for a minute.
"Oh sorry" she gently kisses him "Hi"
Chandler grinned "Hey". After they went to her dorm so she could pick up her things, and then they could leave.
When they arrived at her dorm room they found Ross and Carol having some fun of there own. "Sorry! I didn't think it would be any harm to enter my own room! Anyway I'm just here to grab my stuff then you can get back to what you were doing"
Monica grabbed her bag, that she already packed, quickly ran into the bathroom to grab her diaphragm, grabbed Chandler and ran out. Soon they were in the car heading for Chandler's mom's beach house. This is gonna be great! he thought, a weekend with just me and Monica. What could be better?.
He could see how nervous Monica was by looking into her eyes. Chandler didn't blame her, his first time was a very nerve wracking experience as well. It was him and a girl he had known from one of his classes in his freshman year.
After a three hour drive they arrived at the beach house, by now it was dark out and the stars were shinning bright. In the distance you could hear the ocean crashing against the rocks. Monica had fallen asleep halfway through the trip. Not wanting to wake her, Chandler gently lifted her out of the car and slowly went up the steps to the door. By now however Monica had woken up.
"Hey sleepy head" he smiled as he gently put her down.
"What's...are we here?" she gently wiped her eyes.
He opened the door, "Yes we are", Chandler showed Monica around the house and they ended up on the porch, which faces the ocean.
"Wow! This place is amazing"
Chandler grinned, "Especially the view". Monica smiled at that comment, she had a beautiful smile. "I agree" she kissed him and they started to really get into it. Chandler pulled away from Monica reluctantly. He could get lost in her kisses not to mention her eyes and smile. He took her hand and led her back inside.
"Why did you stop?" Monica asked.
Chandler smiled, "Because I wanted it perfect for you."
Monica then wrapped her arms around his neck. "With you how can it not be perfect?"
Chandler smiled. "Patience. I got a surprise planned out for you."
Monica stepped back her eyes glowing, "What?"
"Monica, if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." Chandler then led her to the couch and had her to sit down. He put an old movie in that he knew that Monica loved. "Be right back." He then ran to the kitchen.
After arriving in the kitchen he picked up the phone, "Hello….Dominica's Fine Dinning….I have a delivery I want you to make. The name is Bing. And the address is 2348 Beach Road. Now listen carefully I want….." Chandler then proceeded to inform them of the order and when to send it. After he got off the phone, he walked over to the refrigerator and took out a chilled bottle of red wine and retrieved two glasses and walked back into the living room.
Monica was engrossed with the movie. It was an old movie with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Becall. Chandler smiled and he walked over to sit next to her on the sofa and opened the wine and poured her a glass and then himself one as well. Monica and Chandler silently toasted each other and drank the wine and watched the movie. Moving closer together as the movie played on. At the end , Monica laid her head on Chandlers chest and Chandler had pulled her close. It was obvious they both loved to snuggle up with each other. After the movie ended, they stayed in that position and talked with each other.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Chandler got up to answer it. "That will be 68.25." The delivery man said extending out the food toward Chandler. Chandler took it after paying him with a fifty and a twenty. "Thanks. Keep the change." Chandler shut the door not bothering to let the delivery man make a sarcastic comeback. He knew what he was going to say, because he probably would have said the same thing. And he didn't want the mood ruined. It was perfect. Everything had to be perfect for Monica.
Monica got up and walked over toward him. "Oh, you've got dinner. Can I help?"
Chandler shook his head, "Nope got it covered. " He then took it to the kitchen. And got some plates out and silverware. As well as two candles and candle holders. Then he went and sat the table. Which was about ten steps away from the fireplace. Saving the plates for the last, and entering with the food on them. He then lit the candles and pulled out Monica's chair.
"Your dinner awaits, my lady." Chandler motioned toward the chair. Monica smiled and got up and went and sat down. Chandler pushed her chair in. He then poured her another glass of wine as well as himself and they both had a romantic dinner with pleasant conversation.
While they were on dessert, Monica found that she was doing most of the talking. Chandler was sitting with his elbows on the table resting his chin on his hands, watching her. It was more like he was enamored by her. The mood was perfect. It suited Monica, beautifully.
"Chandler, have you been listening to a word I have said?" Monica asked taking a sip of her wine.
Chandler smiled, "Yes, I have."
Monica sat back and looked at Chandler thoughtfully, "What was I talking about?"
"About what you wanted to do with your life. And you and your friends growing up." Chandler smiled. He had listened. Just not closely. Only just enough to catch onto what she was saying.
Monica smiled. He listened, but vaguely. Just enough to bluff his way out of it. She could tell because he said friends. While she was growing up, she had only one friend. And that was Rachel. Now she couldn't even call it a friendship. The man sitting across from her was more of a friend to her than Rachel.
She got up and walked toward Chandler and pulled him to his feet. Chandler's lips met hers and he guided her over to the fire place. They made out for a time on the couch. Chandler then separated from her.
Monica moaned, "What are you doing now?"
"Starting the fire. You grab what is left of the wine and the glasses and meet me on the rug in front of it." Chandler bent over at the fireplace and started it.
Monica went first to the bathroom to get ready for tonight, and then and got what was left of the wine, which was enough for two more glasses, and picked up a blanket along the way that was on the back of the couch. She smiled, Chandler was a sweetheart making this a good night as he could. He certainly was romantic. She returned and sat down on the rug and dropped the blanket next to it. She poured what was left of the wine into the glasses and waited for Chandler to join her.
Chandler sat back on the rug besides Monica and took the glass she offered him. They toasted each other one more time. And drank a bit more of it down. The wine was putting Monica at ease. She smiled, everything was going great.
Chandler decided that it was time. After looking into Monica's eyes and seeing there was no nervousness there. He then leaned over and kissed her lips and started to unbutton Monica's shirt. Her arms wrapped around Chandler's neck and roamed over his back.
Monica was in a whirl. She couldn't decide if it was from the wine or what Chandler's hands were doing to her body. But she loved it. After a bit a different sensation started and she realized it was what he was doing. His hands were caressing different parts of her and he slid down her shirt and started to neck her.
Monica's moans were telling Chandler all that he needed to know. She was loving this. And he loved giving her the pleasure.
A few minutes later, Chandler's lips were at her neck slowly making their way down to her breasts. He would stop and then move back up to her neck again, sometimes to her mouth. Finally, he took her bra off and nudged her down to the rug and returned his lips to her lips.
Twenty minutes later after, they lay on the rug with nothing on. Chandler slowly caressed her and kissed her check stopping to whisper into her ear.
Monica couldn't believe it. Chandler was being as sensitive to her needs as he could be. From what Rachel told her, there was going to be some pain involved. And he was trying to make her as eased and relaxed as he possibly could. He was doing a good job of it too.
Chandler looked down at Monica's small size and sighed. There was no way this was not going to hurt her. He would try to be easy and take it slow. He bent over and captured her lips with his own. Her tongue met his and her hands wondered up his back.
Finally he positioned himself at her opening and slowly entered her. Monica gasped at the tight fit. But he was not close to being all the way in yet. He had to be careful.
Monica thought back to her mother warning her to wait until she was married and not to jump into bed with the first man she met. But Chandler was totally different. He cared about her. That was evident by the way he was taking it slow and how everything else was so romantic and nice. All that Chandler did for her.
Soon after he entered, she gasped. It hurt. And the bad part of it was he was just entering in her. He wasn't even in halfway. And he felt big. She blinked back the tears. Kinda hurt! Rachel must have slept with boys who were not endowed. Chandler was enormous. Or maybe it was just her first time.
Chandler seeing the discomfort on her face and hearing her whimper knew what it was. He had two choices. One to go slow and ease himself in her and hope there was no more pain. Or two to enter her as fast as he could and get the pain over with. He knew that Monica's size was helping to cause her pain and that no amount of him going slow into her was going to decrease it.
He gathered her up into his arms, "I am so sorry about this, Mon." He then pushed himself into her.
"OWWWWWW…………"Monica gasped out. It hurt like nothing else she had ever felt. She looked up at the ceiling with a surprised look on her face.
Chandler, seeing the look and knowing that she was in pain tried to help to decrease it, "Mon, look at me." He put her hands on her face and looked directly into her eyes. "Keep looking into my eyes." He ordered her. He hoped that would take her mind off the pain.
After a bit, Monica got used to Chandler being in her. Of course it helped that they both continued to stare into each others eyes. Finally, Chandler manipulated Monica into coming and then he came as well. Chandler then pulled out of Monica slowly and grabbed and threw the blanket over them and held her close.
Kissing her forehead. "I am sorry about that, Monica. But you are so small, there was nothing I could have done to prevent you from feeling the pain. I wish there could have been something, but I thought the quicker I got in, the quicker the pain would have been over with."
Monica looked at Chandler. She smiled at him and snuggled up closer to him. "I understand." Was all she could say. They snuggled closely for the rest of the night.
Monica awoke around seven in the morning to find Chandler had gotten up already, she heard him messing around in the kitchen. She groaned, Monica wasn't exactly a morning person after being up so late, they mainly talked or just lay there enjoying each other's company while watching the fire.
"What are you doing?"
He jumped obviously not expecting her to be awake yet. "Monica your up! So much for surprise you, stay right there. I'm making you a "surprise" breakfast".
She grinned, he was just wearing a pair of boxers. "Do I hafta stay here naked?" She of course was still lying under the blanket they feel asleep under. In a way, part of her just wanted to call Rachel and tell her what happened last night. She wasn't a virgin anymore. Then again they weren't exactly on speaking terms.
After fifteen minutes, Chandler came with a tray filled with breakfast items such as toast, pancakes and bacon. "Uh surprise" he laughed as he set the tray down beside her.
She had to act surprised anyway, "Oh wow! breakfast for me? you shouldn't have!" she broke out in the giggles.
"You don't hafta humor me" he sighed as he laid down beside her.
"I wasn't humoring you, I am really surprised"
"There ya go again"
"Sorry, and on a serious note I...really liked last night, even though I have nothing to compare it too...thank you"
"I really enjoyed it too, I promise the next time won't hurt"
Monica paused has she took a bite out of a piece of bacon, "Well why don't we find out?" she raised her eyebrow suggestively. He replied by kissing her at first gently but then getting into it, they in fact ended up knocking over the tray with all the food but both chose to ignore it. After twenty five minutes, they laid in each others arms again. Chandler was right, this time she didn't feel any pain.
Later on in the day they took a walk along the beach and talked. Stopping once in a while to neck a little. They ended the day watching the sunset.