The Dry Spell
Monica was okay for a few days while Chandler was in Tulsa. According to Rachel, Ross was already making advances, but she was denying him at every corner. Monica couldn't wait to do it to Chandler. As much as she loved him, he deserved to have a little bit of suffering.
A day before Chandler got home, (three days later,) she asked Rachel exactly what "sex" was. Could they mess around, make out, et cetera et cetera?
"Nothing oral," Rachel warned. "But you can make out, I guess. I wouldn't, though. It might be too much for you guys to handle..." a small smile crept across her face. "Actually, then, go ahead! Hey, I was thinking about something earlier - you have it easier with Chandler in Tulsa! I've got the temptation sharing my bed! That's not very fair."
"It's just the opposite," Monica said truthfully. "We usually go crazy he is home, so it'll be really tough to not do it tomorrow when he gets home."
And it was. Monica was sitting placidly on the couch when Chandler got home the next afternoon, reading a magazine with ESPN on in the background. Maybe if Chandler were distracted by the Knicks - Lakers game, he'd forget about sex.
But Monica had no such luck.
"Hey, baby," Chandler called as he entered the door.
"Hi," Monica said, staying on the couch. Chandler came immediately over to her and gave her a long kiss, cupping her face in his hands. "How was the flight?"
''Miserable," Chandler said. "I just wanted to get home to you."
"Mmhmm," Monica said, pulling away slightly as he leaned forward again.
"So.... wanna continue what we started last week? Maybe we could strip the bed this time," Chandler suggested with a smile.
"Uh, not tonight," Monica said, avoiding eye contact. She saw Chandler freeze.
"What?"
"I don't know, I'm not really in the mood." Monica suppressed a smile at the irony of the statement - she had never been in such a mood. Chandler's very presence next to her was making her feel like she was on fire.
"You're - you're not - you're not - what?" Chandler stammered. His jaw dropped. "But honey... I've been in Tulsa... I've missed you!" He started to nuzzle her neck, and she tried to seize her muscles up to she wouldn't shiver. "Didn't you miss me?"
"Of course, I'm just not in the mood. I had a long day," Monica explained. Chandler stared at her for a few seconds before catapulting at her and kissing her again. She kissed him back, forgetting the bet, as she got lost in her husband's lips. Then he reached under her shirt and fumbled for her bra strap - and it all came rushing back. She pushed him away. "I'm sorry, Chandler, but I think I'm just going to go to bed." She stood up and yawned for effect. She pecked Chandler on the cheek and went into the bedroom, not daring to turn around and look at him for fear she would throw herself in his lap and make love until they both exploded.
When she got there, she leaned against the door, breathing heavily. That had been close. Monica had been this far to going all the way with Chandler, and then she would have lost the bet. She would not lose. Monica Bing never lost at anything.
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Rachel sat reading a book in bed; something boring rather than her "other" books that usually got her in the mood in the first place. Ross climbed into bed and yawned. He was very tired, and nowhere near up to fighting Rachel off again tonight. But, he didn't have to. She didn't even try. This struck him as odd, but he gratefully rolled over and closed his eyes.
Moments passed and Rachel was still reading her book, noticing that Ross had been tossing and turning for the last few minutes. Something was seriously bugging him. She smiled. 'Now you know how it feels.' She thought as she licked her finger and turned the page. She looked at her clock; it was only 9:00. She read the word 'erect' (used in a totally different way she thought it could be used.) in her book and fought down the urge to wake Ross up. She needed to keep busy. She was going to beat Monica at something, for once.
Finally Ross sat up. Rachel looked at him.
"What's the matter?" Rachel asked in a concerned voice. Ross shook his head and folded his arms, leaning against the headboard. Rachel smiled at him and looked back at her book. He leaned over towards her and pressed himself against her.
"Whatcha readin'?" He asked in a boyish tone. Rachel looked at him.
"War and Peace." She said blandly. Ross nodded and stared at the book.
"You want to have sex?" He asked. Rachel looked at him and shook her head.
"No, not really." Rachel said happily. Ross moved away slowly.
"Yea, me neither." He said as if it were true. After a moment, he found he was drawn to her once again. He kissed her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Rachel grinned.
"Stop-pit!" She said flirtatiously, hoping to lead him on and leave him there. He backed away.
"Hey Rach, we never finished what we started a few nights ago." He tried again.
"I know. But, I'm at a really good part in this book and...." Ross peered over her shoulder and looked at the words.
"Hey, Rach, what does 'premonitory' mean?" He asked, pointing to the word in the book, trying to prove that he knew she wasn't really reading. Rachel closed it as hard as she could on his fingers. "OUCH!" He yelped.
"Good night." She said leaning away from him on her side of the bed. It wasn't going to be easy, but she would do it.
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Rachel walked into Monica's and slammed the door. Phoebe, who was on the couch jumped.
"What's wrong, Rach?" She asked. Rachel groaned.
"Where's Monica?" She asked.
"She's getting a load of laundry. Why?" Phoebe asked.
"URG! It's this stupid bet we agreed on. We were sick of our guys not putting out, so we decided to make them suffer and not get any sex until one of us caves in." She sighed.
"Who's idea was it?" Phoebe asked.
"It was both of ours. But I don't want to lose! I want to beat Monica at something!" She sighed. Phoebe set down her cup and walked towards Rachel who was banging her head into the wall. "That hurts." Rachel said after hitting it too hard.
"Then beat her." Phoebe coaxed. Rachel sighed.
"It's not that simple. Monica will do anything to win! I bet she'll sleep with Chandler and then lie and say she didn't!" She whined.
"Oh! Oh! I know!" Phoebe said happily. "I'll be your spy."
"What?"
"Yea! I'll ask her if she's done it with him and pretend like I don't know about the whole thing! Monica tells me everything." She said nodding.
"Phoebe! That's brilliant! I'm going to go home right now and beat her at her own game!" Rachel said triumphantly. As she exited, Monica entered.
"Hey Pheebs. What did Rachel want?" Monica asked.
"Um, nothing." Phoebe said with bad acting. Monica shrugged it off.
"Okay! I am going to tell you about the bet."
"I know about the bet." Phoebe said.
"HOW?" Monica asked. Phoebe thought for a moment.
"I'm psychic." She said finally.
"Okay, since you know, I want you to be-"
"Your spy?" She asked. Monica just stared.
"Okay, you're really creeping me out now." She said. "Will you?"
"Absolutely. I'll be like, a Bond girl." She said in her usually ditzy way. Then Phoebe got up, humming the James Bond theme. She was a double agent.
Sorry so short!
Elizabeth AND Jenni
Monica was okay for a few days while Chandler was in Tulsa. According to Rachel, Ross was already making advances, but she was denying him at every corner. Monica couldn't wait to do it to Chandler. As much as she loved him, he deserved to have a little bit of suffering.
A day before Chandler got home, (three days later,) she asked Rachel exactly what "sex" was. Could they mess around, make out, et cetera et cetera?
"Nothing oral," Rachel warned. "But you can make out, I guess. I wouldn't, though. It might be too much for you guys to handle..." a small smile crept across her face. "Actually, then, go ahead! Hey, I was thinking about something earlier - you have it easier with Chandler in Tulsa! I've got the temptation sharing my bed! That's not very fair."
"It's just the opposite," Monica said truthfully. "We usually go crazy he is home, so it'll be really tough to not do it tomorrow when he gets home."
And it was. Monica was sitting placidly on the couch when Chandler got home the next afternoon, reading a magazine with ESPN on in the background. Maybe if Chandler were distracted by the Knicks - Lakers game, he'd forget about sex.
But Monica had no such luck.
"Hey, baby," Chandler called as he entered the door.
"Hi," Monica said, staying on the couch. Chandler came immediately over to her and gave her a long kiss, cupping her face in his hands. "How was the flight?"
''Miserable," Chandler said. "I just wanted to get home to you."
"Mmhmm," Monica said, pulling away slightly as he leaned forward again.
"So.... wanna continue what we started last week? Maybe we could strip the bed this time," Chandler suggested with a smile.
"Uh, not tonight," Monica said, avoiding eye contact. She saw Chandler freeze.
"What?"
"I don't know, I'm not really in the mood." Monica suppressed a smile at the irony of the statement - she had never been in such a mood. Chandler's very presence next to her was making her feel like she was on fire.
"You're - you're not - you're not - what?" Chandler stammered. His jaw dropped. "But honey... I've been in Tulsa... I've missed you!" He started to nuzzle her neck, and she tried to seize her muscles up to she wouldn't shiver. "Didn't you miss me?"
"Of course, I'm just not in the mood. I had a long day," Monica explained. Chandler stared at her for a few seconds before catapulting at her and kissing her again. She kissed him back, forgetting the bet, as she got lost in her husband's lips. Then he reached under her shirt and fumbled for her bra strap - and it all came rushing back. She pushed him away. "I'm sorry, Chandler, but I think I'm just going to go to bed." She stood up and yawned for effect. She pecked Chandler on the cheek and went into the bedroom, not daring to turn around and look at him for fear she would throw herself in his lap and make love until they both exploded.
When she got there, she leaned against the door, breathing heavily. That had been close. Monica had been this far to going all the way with Chandler, and then she would have lost the bet. She would not lose. Monica Bing never lost at anything.
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Rachel sat reading a book in bed; something boring rather than her "other" books that usually got her in the mood in the first place. Ross climbed into bed and yawned. He was very tired, and nowhere near up to fighting Rachel off again tonight. But, he didn't have to. She didn't even try. This struck him as odd, but he gratefully rolled over and closed his eyes.
Moments passed and Rachel was still reading her book, noticing that Ross had been tossing and turning for the last few minutes. Something was seriously bugging him. She smiled. 'Now you know how it feels.' She thought as she licked her finger and turned the page. She looked at her clock; it was only 9:00. She read the word 'erect' (used in a totally different way she thought it could be used.) in her book and fought down the urge to wake Ross up. She needed to keep busy. She was going to beat Monica at something, for once.
Finally Ross sat up. Rachel looked at him.
"What's the matter?" Rachel asked in a concerned voice. Ross shook his head and folded his arms, leaning against the headboard. Rachel smiled at him and looked back at her book. He leaned over towards her and pressed himself against her.
"Whatcha readin'?" He asked in a boyish tone. Rachel looked at him.
"War and Peace." She said blandly. Ross nodded and stared at the book.
"You want to have sex?" He asked. Rachel looked at him and shook her head.
"No, not really." Rachel said happily. Ross moved away slowly.
"Yea, me neither." He said as if it were true. After a moment, he found he was drawn to her once again. He kissed her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Rachel grinned.
"Stop-pit!" She said flirtatiously, hoping to lead him on and leave him there. He backed away.
"Hey Rach, we never finished what we started a few nights ago." He tried again.
"I know. But, I'm at a really good part in this book and...." Ross peered over her shoulder and looked at the words.
"Hey, Rach, what does 'premonitory' mean?" He asked, pointing to the word in the book, trying to prove that he knew she wasn't really reading. Rachel closed it as hard as she could on his fingers. "OUCH!" He yelped.
"Good night." She said leaning away from him on her side of the bed. It wasn't going to be easy, but she would do it.
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Rachel walked into Monica's and slammed the door. Phoebe, who was on the couch jumped.
"What's wrong, Rach?" She asked. Rachel groaned.
"Where's Monica?" She asked.
"She's getting a load of laundry. Why?" Phoebe asked.
"URG! It's this stupid bet we agreed on. We were sick of our guys not putting out, so we decided to make them suffer and not get any sex until one of us caves in." She sighed.
"Who's idea was it?" Phoebe asked.
"It was both of ours. But I don't want to lose! I want to beat Monica at something!" She sighed. Phoebe set down her cup and walked towards Rachel who was banging her head into the wall. "That hurts." Rachel said after hitting it too hard.
"Then beat her." Phoebe coaxed. Rachel sighed.
"It's not that simple. Monica will do anything to win! I bet she'll sleep with Chandler and then lie and say she didn't!" She whined.
"Oh! Oh! I know!" Phoebe said happily. "I'll be your spy."
"What?"
"Yea! I'll ask her if she's done it with him and pretend like I don't know about the whole thing! Monica tells me everything." She said nodding.
"Phoebe! That's brilliant! I'm going to go home right now and beat her at her own game!" Rachel said triumphantly. As she exited, Monica entered.
"Hey Pheebs. What did Rachel want?" Monica asked.
"Um, nothing." Phoebe said with bad acting. Monica shrugged it off.
"Okay! I am going to tell you about the bet."
"I know about the bet." Phoebe said.
"HOW?" Monica asked. Phoebe thought for a moment.
"I'm psychic." She said finally.
"Okay, since you know, I want you to be-"
"Your spy?" She asked. Monica just stared.
"Okay, you're really creeping me out now." She said. "Will you?"
"Absolutely. I'll be like, a Bond girl." She said in her usually ditzy way. Then Phoebe got up, humming the James Bond theme. She was a double agent.
Sorry so short!
Elizabeth AND Jenni
