Chapter Three-- Teasing & Discovering Feelings

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Author's Note #1--This is the last chaper for a while with alota sex. The next ones really get into the plot.

Author's Note #2--Thx for reviewing...if you read, review!!

Author's note #3--Sorry for the kinda cliff hanger!!!!

Phoebe and Chandler sat awkwardly eating dinner together. Ross had been to supposed to meet them but "Emma was sick". Phoebe knew he just wanted some time to be intimate with Rachel. The mere thought of sex almost drove her mad at her horny state.

Chandler put his plate in the sink. "I'm gonna go call it a night, see you tomorrow, Pheebs," he said, realizing that any more time with Phoebe might be far too weird.

He got up and began to walk to his bedroom and Phoebe got her purse. She hestitated, then snuck up behind Chandler.

"What if," she paused as she whispered in hsi ear, "I slept in your bed tonight?"

Chandler smiled. "I think that might be okay,"

Phoebe slowly kissed his lips and ran her soft hands on his neck and through his hair. She dropped her purse onto the ground.

Pulling away for air, Phoebe took the collar of Chandler's shirt in her hand and dragged him to the bedroom. She slammed the door behind them. She pushed him down onto the bed, enjoying her feeling of control.

She teased him with slow caressing of his body. She slowly removed her long skirt and revealed herself to be in a skimpy white lace thong. She then straddeled him and removed his belt and pants.

Chandler took of his own shirt, not wanting to elongate the process. He was so turned on, but Phoebe on the other hand, wanted to continue her teasing.

In a motion that seemed to be an eternity, she took off her shirt. Chandler was happily surprised to see she wasn't wearing a bra. He smiled.

"You planned this," he stated.

Phoebe laughed devishly and just took off his boxers. She kissed his thighs and licked his balls, but still wouldn't put him all in her mouth. Chandler loved her blow jobs.

"You think you can be a bigger tease?" he tempted.

He took his hands rubbed them on her bare back, hoping it would make her become turned on. He already was attempting to hide his growing hardness, but wasn't doing well. He suceeded amd Phoebe soon engulfed his dick, giving him undescirable pleasure. He grabbed her head and forced her into to take in all of him. Chandler breathed heavily and it didn't talk long for him to come.

Phoebe slowly got off her knees and crawled on top of him. She moved his hands to her thong, silently instructing him to remove it. He did so slowly, giving her vagina a quick lick before he flipped her over and licked in between her breasts.

"Get ready to taste your own medicine," he said.

He nibbled her hard nipple and tickled her other breast. He planted kisses on both of her tits and she moaned quietly. He knew he needed to be a bigger tease. He sucked her nipple and she began to scream. He discovered her breasts was her weak spot. Chandler smiled. He slowly moved his hand down to her pussy.

"No...Oh...OHHH!" she screamed in pleasure.

He rubbed her clit and continued to suck her nipples.

"Stop, stop..." she moaned, but he didn't.

He inserted another finger and she grabbed the sheets. She bit her lip and came.

"Stop...stop...don't...don't...stop,"

At the moment, he did.

"How's it to be teased?"

"Not fun," she answered obdiently, catching her breath.

"Good girl," he smirked.

Phoebe quickly regained her composure and slid off the bed. She retireved a condom for her pants pocket on the ground. No more words were needed. He opened the package and rolled it onto his stiff erection.

Phoebe laid back down and he slowly went inside of her. Her body was relaxed and hot. He thrust slowly, and kissed her neck, leaving a mark. Phoebe crushed her lips onto him and then kissed his chest. Then she looked into his eyes with a look that said, 'You know I want it faster,'

He picked up more speed, and her loud moans kept him going. She came first, and her groaning of his name pushed him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her.

Phoebe inched away slowly from Chandler's body. "Thirsty," she explained. He grumbled sleepily.

Phoebe walked to the kitchen, making sure not to bump into anything. The room was dark, no lights on and just a few streetlights shining through the blinds. She tried not to think about any of the complications she had just created for herself. First time, there was drinks to blame. Second time, hangovers. Third time...there was no excuse besides secret, loving feelings and sexual attraction. She sighed. She always made a mess for herself.

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She tip-toed back into the bed and crawled back next to Chandler. She snaked her arm around his shoulder. His breathing was light and slow. Phoebe realized he was sleeping. She turned over.

She knew they shouldn't continue. Problems would just arise, they were older then that now. But he was just so good. Touching his skin, hearing him moan, it all made her feel like she had never felt before.

"Mm...Monica," Two words murmured in slumber changed everything.

Phoebe felt stupid. She was just his rebound, his way of getting over his ex-wife. She was never too emotional over men. But that night, she cried herself to sleep.

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Chandler rolled over in his bed. He knew he was naked. But now he was alone.

He silently cursed himself for sleeping with her again. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Right then he was just...just doing what he could. He didn't want another relationship, for he had convinced himself he was meant to be alone.

He thought about heading in a few minutes late to work, but decided otherwise. It was Monday. He could easily call in and explain he had gotten the flu over the weekend. He chose Plan B. It didn't feel right not being able to talk to Phoebe after having sex with her again.

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Phoebe looked up when she heard the door open. "Phoebe, your next client is here to see you, he scedualed at the last minute," he co-worker explained.

She looked up quickly. There stood Chandler in a robe, a big grin on his face. That naughty look in his eyes. Phoebe bit her lip. She wanted to do him right on her table. Her co-worker left.

"Hey," he said quietly before swiftly taking her in his arms and kissing her.

Phoebe kissed back, trying to avoid it but being unsuccessful. Her body was reacting in a different way then her heart was. 'Just going to get hurt,' the voice in her head said repeatedly.

Her hands undid the knot on Chandler's robe, and next thing she knew she was straddeling a lying down Chandler on his back as he sucked one of her nipples.

She gave him a fast hand job, simply to make him hard. Once she was wet, he went inside of her. He was fast, quickly went in and out.

"You're...on...the...pill...right?" he asked in between moans.

She nodded and he wrapped his hands around her waist, making him do in deeper. The became one being, combined with shocks of pleasure running though their bodies simultaneously. She buried her mouth into his neck so her screams were muted.

Phoebe and Chandler panted, bodies slick with sweat. Phoebe hadn't fucked anyone in too long. She had had sex, obviously, but she hadn't had a spur of the moment, hot, fast fuck in a while. She licked a drop of sweat from his chest, and then realized what she was doing. She quickly got off the table and pulled on her clothes.

"Shit, Chandler, shit!" she exclaimed quietly, "I could get fired,"

Chandler also began to dress quickly. "We weren't loud, you know. Moans that just sounded like massage moans," he reasoned. He slowly began to kiss her, under her ear. He knew she loved it there.

"Okay...Look, I can't be your rebound," Phoebe shook her head.

Chandler pulled away fast. "What?"

"I'm just your sex-buddy so you can get over Monica. I've had feelings for you for too long to just be that, okay?" Phoebe said sadly.

Chandler's mouth hung open. "You...How long have you had feelings for me?" he asked in awe.

"A few months after you married her. That doesn't matter. The thing that matters is that I can't do this. So, just leave, okay?" she said, forcing herself to be strong.

Chandler nodded. He left the room. He had a place to be tonight.

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Being the third, or more fifth, wheel at dinner was not what he planned.

Richard and Monica were blissful, enjpying that pre-marriage period. Ross and Rachel tried to include Chandler, but it was truly pointless.

He listened to Monica's bickers exceptionally close. He constantly compared her to Phoebe. The women he loved.

The woman he loved. Then it hit him. He was in love, and had been for so long.

He had to tell her before she got away.