Tempted
"Oh my god! That was amazing!"
Kathy rolled on top of Chandler and ran her lips across his chest. She needed some kind of intimate physical connection to sate the urge she had rising up once more from within her before she dismounted him and flopped back down onto the bed beside him. She was completely drained, out of breath and practically panting. She had beads of sweat drying across her chest that made her skin feel tacky to the touch. When she crossed over him, she took in his scent. His flesh was hot and salty and she was certain that she could actually see steam rise from his body.
Chandler raised an eyebrow and tried to suppress a smug smile. "Amazing? Really?" He looked down at her as she rested against him and he felt her nod her head as her hair tickled his chest. He bit his lower lip and finally allowed a triumphant smile to spread across his face. "Say it again."
Kathy looked up at him and laughed. "That. Was. A. May. Zing."
Chandler closed his eyes and let her words wash over him. "I don't think I ever heard that before." He playfully tickled at her side. "I also don't think I ever heard a noise like the one you made at the end there."
"I was possessed."
Chandler laughed again and kissed her on the top of the head. "Amazing Bing. I don't think I've ever been called that before."
"I didn't say that."
"Right, but you might as well get on board with it, because that is what I am going to tell everybody you said anyway."
Kathy shook her head and laughed. "You seemed much more relaxed this time. If I'm being honest, our first time was nice, but it wasn't this."
Chandler hesitated for a moment and sighed. "I know. If I'm also being honest, I may have cheated a bit. I asked for some pointers."
Kathy smacked Chandler's chest and the sound of her slap echoed throughout his bedroom. "Eww! You asked Joey what I liked in bed?"
"What? No! No-no-no. I asked Monica and Rachel."
Kathy lifted her head as her eyebrows kinked up to displayed her confusion. "What?"
"Look, don't be mad, but, uh, well, I could tell you weren't overwhelmed with my first effort, so I went across the hall to, you know, vent about it. I guess the girls wanted to help me out so Monica offered to give me some sex ed."
Chandler held his breath for a moment, waiting for Kathy's response, but all she could do was laugh. "Remind me to thank her."
"Whew!" He mocked wiping his brow and settled back down as his breathing became more relaxed.
Kathy started to sit up and pulled the sheet around her. "I think I need to wash up. Do you mind if I use the shower?"
"Mind? A gorgeous naked woman in my bathroom. Hell no. In fact, maybe I'll join you!" Chandler pulled her back down onto the bed and kissed at her shoulder.
Kathy shoved him off her and giggled at the lascivious look in his eyes. "Okay. Easy there, tiger. I need a little bit of time to recuperate before I even consider trying this again. I hope you have some sport drinks here or something. Anyway, don't you need to, you know, reload your canon?"
Chandler laughed and shook his head. "You obviously do not know anything about my previous sexual history, or lack thereof. My body has been trained by years of rejection not to waste an opportunity like this."
Kathy stood back up and bent over as she tightened the bedsheet around her naked body again. "Okay then stud. Well, let's see how you feel after I get out of the shower. You'll definitely get another opportunity to attempt a repeat performance." She placed one more kiss on his lips, laughed and shook her head at him as he mocked a pout while he watched her leave his room.
Chandler rolled over onto his back and smiled. He made sure that he kept that smile plastered on his face until he heard the door to the bathroom close and the water to the shower turn on. The moment he was certain he had a few minutes to himself; his lips adopted a wrinkled, panicky frown as his face went white. He sat up and put his head in his hands as he began to mutter "no" to himself.
Chandler, while not used to marathon sexual escapades with beautiful women, knew that he should be basking in his triumph. It felt odd not to just lie there in bed and pinch himself to prove that what just transpired was not a dream. That he did indeed satisfy a woman in a way he never had before. He should be elated, high on endorphins, but instead, he was overcome with pangs of guilt. His heart was beating a mile a minute, but it was not due to his exhilaration over what just transpired here in his bed. He was more worried and afraid of where his mind went while he was in the throes of passion.
Everything was going so well up until that point. He was following Monica's sexual guidelines expertly. He was hitting all the spots she had listed. He was mixing them up. He would count off the numbers in his head and watch as Kathy's body reacted to each new stimulation she was experiencing. Every time she looked like she might be growing accustomed to what he was doing, he moved to another number. One to two. Two to four. Four back to one. Three to five to six. He was on fire, and he knew it.
As he heard Kathy reach a crescendo of pleasurable sounds and moans of ecstasy, he started to focus his full attention on seven. He said it over and over in his head. Seven. Seven. Seven. And then it happened. Suddenly and inexplicably, just as Kathy was about to explode with the most intense orgasm he had ever given to a woman, Monica popped in his head.
He couldn't get rid of her no matter how hard he tried. She was just screaming "Seven" over and over, as her face twisted with pleasure. The more he tried to hold her off, the better his performance was, and the more Kathy responded, the more vivid the image of Monica became. He felt as if he were given two very unappealing options. He could stop what he was doing so he could screw his head on right, and perhaps ruin everything that was going on with Kathy, or he could finish her off, with Monica on his mind.
This was not the first time he imagined Monica in a sexual situation. He has, at one time or another, thought about what sex would be like with all the women he is friends with. And he has also fantasized about other women while he was having sex, but this was much more intense than anything he had ever experienced before. Not only was he turning Kathy into a writhing animal underneath him, but he too was at his peak and about to find his release that would leave him in a sweaty heap. It was easily the greatest sexual experience of his lifetime, and he wasn't even able to see the woman he was actually having sex with.
It was just Monica, with her stupid, over the top, and totally arousing demonstration of how to please a woman. It was burned into his brain. It was so hot, that it had him running into the bathroom of her apartment in an attempt to hide so that neither she, nor Rachel could see his body's natural reaction to her incredibly authentic moans and screams. What made it worse, was how he heard both women rush off to their own rooms, to do god knows what. The imagery of what they could have been doing behind closed door only compounded his arousal.
Why couldn't he have imagined both of them. Rachel and Monica. Hell, throw Kathy in there as well. That he could live with. That type of insane, porn movie style fantasy could at least be rationalized away as simply the inner workings of a filthy mind. But no, all he saw was Monica's face, turned up in ecstasy, just as he and Kathy reached their apex.
What worried him even more was that now he wasn't sure if this would happen again. Would he only be able to see Monica's face every time he brought a woman to climax thanks to her stupid numbers and her ridiculous yet somehow undeniably hot illustration? Whenever he counted off the erogenous zones, would he only be able to imagine her on the receiving end of his efforts? And if every single time he had mind-blowing and toe-curling sex, he fantasized about Monica, how could he look her in the face and not be aroused all the time. He wouldn't be able to stand next to her for more than five minutes without having to rush out of the room. She would become synonymous with sex. He knew he couldn't have that.
Chandler eyes opened wide with discovery and he slapped himself on the forehead. "Letters. I'll change it to letters. One will be A, two will be B, and, uh" he began to silently count off with his fingers. "Seven will be G…oh, that almost makes too much sense."
Chandler settled back down and rested his head on his pillow. He was certain that he figured out how to remove Monica from the list of women he has stored up for sexual fantasies in his mind.
"Well, I won't totally kick her out. I mean, she is still hot."
Monica shot up straight in her bed, panting and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. She gingerly ran her fingers along her chin and down her neck and could feel intense heat coming from her skin. Her legs were twitching as she shuddered with lust. The hazy images from one of the most intense and torrid sex dreams she has ever had played over and over in her mind and were driving her to an almost insatiable level of sexual desire.
She turned her head to look over at her bedside table. It was three in the morning. Much too early to try to cool off by starting her day and distracting herself with chores. She was also certain, that with how aroused she was, if she simply tried to lay back down, sleep would never return. At least, not without a little help.
She brought her eyes down to the handle of the drawer and played with her lips. Even the sensation of dull tug of her fingers was threatening to push her over the edge. She had plenty of paraphernalia to help her in an attempt to satiate her need to climax. She could simply finish what the dream had started. She knew by the state that she was in, it would not take too long.
Every part of her body ached to succumb to pleasure. She nodded as she contemplated a quick session of self-stimulation. It would be the only thing that could enable her to fall back into a deep and peaceful slumber.
She reached over to slide the drawer open, but stopped herself as her mouth opened wide with shock. Suddenly, the face that belonged to her imaginary nocturnal paramour came into focus. And while she could not deny that he was attractive, perhaps he could even be considered sexy at times, it was still an unwelcome sight to recall. She sat up and rested her back on the headboard as her face twisted up with embarrassment.
"Oh my god, I had a sex dream about Chandler."
Monica had always used mental images of men she was attracted to when she pleasured herself; men she knew or had seen on the street or actors on television. She had even gone so far as to covertly earmark the section of the yellow pages that had the ads for male strippers as part of her sexual toolkit. She enjoyed looking at the models and giving each one of them a name and a back story. She would also become almost uncontrollably aroused by the idea that these images she used for her fantasies came from a book that was alphabetized. It might seem like a strange kink to her friends if any of them ever found out, but for Monica, it was a vital piece of the puzzle to satisfaction when she had to get herself through a dry spell.
The one thing though that she has never, ever done before was fantasize about one of the guys. She wouldn't even allow herself to think about Joey back when she initially met him and experienced a brief moment of infatuation. That was at least, until he ruined it by stripping off all his clothes the first day they met. No matter how attractive either one of them could be, she was always mindful to keep the boys off limits.
She shook her head and quickly counted off the months since she had last slept with someone. She groaned when she realized that her last sexual encounter was with Pete over six months ago. Six long, frustrating months. No wonder she thought about Chandler, she was turning into him. Add to that how turned on she got this afternoon giving him pointers on how to please a woman, and it made so much sense to her that she would have him bouncing around in her head tonight.
"It would almost make no sense if it wasn't him working me over in there."
She laughed and shook her head again as she looked back at her bedside table. There was no way she could do anything about this now. Not with Chandler still on her mind. If she were to break out some vibrator to finish the job he started in her dream, it would no doubt cement him as a regular player with the other guys she keeps up there. He would just be hanging around with male strippers, firemen, that one guy she remembered from culinary school and Jean Claude van Damme. She chortled at the idea of it. Imagining herself turning to him while fantasizing about sex. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Sex with Chandler Bing. I don't care how sexy his blue eyes can be sometimes, I will never be that hard up."
