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September 09, 1993
"Te-te-te-te-te, tequila," Monica sang as she shook her hips and then downed another shot of tequila, making a face as the potent liquor burned her throat on its way down.
"That's not getting old at all," Chandler quipped as he sat back on the bar stool, watching Monica with amusement.
"But the view is awefully nice," Chandler smirked as he shot a glance down towards her shapely ass, which was sparsely concealed by her short dress.
"Oh, hush, you pervert, and poor me another shot," Monica playfully chided as she extended her shot glass toward him.
"Only if you promise not to sing Tequila anymore," Chandler said as he held the half-empty bottle away from her.
"It's a drinking game, Chandler," Monica replied. "What else am I supposed to say when taking a shot of tequila besides Tequila?" Monica retorted.
"Well, there are lots of other drinking games WE could play," Chandler supposed.
"Like for every shot we take, you and I make out," Chandler said as he pointed between them.
"Or for every SHOT you take, you could remove an article of clothing. Think of it like a strip drinking game," Chandler smirked suggestively.
"Eat your heart out, Chandler Bing," Monica said as she approached him and planted a big kiss on his lips.
She grabbed for the bottle and successfully pried it from his hands. When they parted, Monica triumphantly beamed as Chandler stared off into space, dazed and aroused by the kiss. There may not have been tongue-on-tongue action, but he felt her tongue on his lips.
"Monica one and Chandler zero," Monica said triumphantly. "Now, that's a fun drinking game," Monica quipped as she poured another shot.
"Want one?" Monica asked, holding out the bottle.
"Why the hell not?" Chandler shrugged as he extended his glass and downed the drink in one gulp.
"Ah! The breakfast of champions," Chandler said as Monica chuckled and nodded her head before downing her drink and saying "Tequila" once more.
"This game is getting boring," Monica pouted after emptying her glass. "Do you want to play pool?" Monica asked.
"Uh, no!" Chandler snorted sarcastically. It was because Monica was extremely competitive when she was sober. A drunk Monica was much worse.
He recalled one night they had all gotten so hammered at the bar. Monica had convinced them all to play truth or dare, and she and Ross turned their dares into a competition to see who could come up with the most outrageous dares, and, of course, Phoebe and Chandler became the victims of it. As he recalled, poor Phoebe had to dance in the fountain of Central Park naked, and he had to sing "I Will Survive" on the corner of Bedford and Grove.
"Why not?!" Monica shrilled. "Are you scared of losing to a girl?" Monica mocked.
"No, I am scared of losing to YOU! You are the most competitive person I know, and I'm not in the mood for the smack talk and the betting. Oh, the betting," Chandler visibly shuddered at the thought.
"What? No!" Monica shook her head. "I promise I'll be nice. There will be no smack talk or crazy bets. It will just be a friendly game of pool between two friends," Monica swore.
"Ok…." Chandler conceded having a feeling he was going to live to regret it. However, he could deny her nothing.
"Woo-hoo!" Monica said as she attempted but failed to look "cool" at raising the roof.
"Seriously?" Chandler asked, eyeing her. "You are so drunk," Chandler laughed, noting her lowered inhibitions. But, of course, sober Monica would never think to do something like that.
"You know what?! I think I am, and I could use more tequila," Monica said as she eyed her empty shot glass.
"I'll rack the balls, and you get more tequila," Chandler suggested as he swung the empty bottle.
"No, I'll rack 'em, and you get more tequila because you don't center the triangle perfectly," Monica said as she poked his chest.
"Yes, Mary Poppins," Chandler quipped. "Practically perfect in every way," Chandler said as he kissed her forehead before making his way to the bar.
"Practically," Monica said as she raised her eyebrow. Chandler just turned towards her and smirked as he walked back towards the bar.
"My mistake." Chandler corrected. "You are perfect in EVERY way," Chandler said as he turned back around to walk behind the bar.
"That's more like it," Monica said as she began the "precise" task of centering the triangle.
"Uh, Mon," Chandler said, eyeing her from behind the bar.
"Yeah?" Monica said as she looked up at him.
"The triangle is a little too far to the left," Chandler joked as he pointed towards the triangle.
"Shut up!" Monica exclaimed, and she stuck her tongue out at him before refocusing her concentration on the task.
Chandler smirked at her and gave one last final chuckle before bending down to rummage behind the bar, looking for the tequila he could not find. However, he could find an unopened bottle of vermouth and a semi-full bottle of gin. Oh well, martinis would do.
"Uh, Mon," Chandler said from behind the bar as he shot up, holding the two bottles.
"Yeah," Monica said as she inspected her work before looking at Chandler.
"I couldn't find any tequila, but I found gin and vermouth; we could make martinis," Chandler suggested.
"Martinis…fancy," Monica smirked. "Make mine dry," Monica added as she stopped her task and leaned against the pool table.
"Two dry martinis coming up," Chandler said as he searched for and found two martini glasses.
"It's no wonder Chris has to close this place down with all of the free boos he 'gives away'," Monica said as she hopped up on the pool table.
"Yeah, we should probably tell him that we finished off his last bottle of tequila," Chandler said as he poured the gin into a mixing glass.
"And drank his gin and vermouth," Monica added as she swung her legs and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Do you realize how huge our bar tab would be if he made us pay for the extra drinks," Chandler said as he shook the glass.
"Oh God, I can't even imagine!" Monica groaned as she shook her head.
"I don't know what's crazier?" Chandler said, finally bringing up the elephant in the room. "The fact that Carol and Ross are getting divorced or the fact that she is a lesbian," Chandler said as he glanced up at Monica as poured the drink into the martini glasses.
"Both are equally crazy. Poor Ross," Monica sighed as she looked down at her clasped hands.
"Of all the people to get divorced, I never thought it would be Ross," Chandler said as he plopped an olive into each glass before picking them up.
"Yeah, if it that can happen to Ross…then I'm screwed," Monica sighed.
"Oh, Mon," Chandler said as he walked towards her. "What do you mean?" Chandler added.
"Because…everything has always worked out for Ross, and if this is happening to Ross, imagine what will happen to me! I'll never get married at this rate!" Monica said as Chandler handed her the drink.
"Ross getting divorced has nothing to do with whether or not you will find someone," Chandler replied as he hopped up on the pool table to join her, nearly spilling his drink.
"You are perfect, and any guy would be lucky to have you," Chandler smiled as he turned his head to kiss her forehead, making Monica smile.
"Besides, I thought we had already discussed this earlier; it is going to happen!" Chandler said before taking a sip of his drink.
"Well, that was before we heard about Ross," Monica said as she looked down at her martini.
"Yeah…" Chandler quietly said as he looked down at his drink.
Their conversations about marriage were where he usually stalled out. He could sing Monica's praises all day about how perfect she was and how lucky any guy would be to have her because he genuinely believed it. He wasn't just being playful when he made the Mary Poppins reference earlier because she was perfect in every way in his eyes. He adored everything about her; she was beautiful, sexy, strong, caring, and nurturing. He could even tolerate her competitiveness and perfectionism because those things made her more endearing.
However, when it came to talking about marriage, he couldn't pep her up about that. He couldn't tell her with confidence that she would get married and have a happily ever after because he didn't believe in a happily ever after. His parents divorced when he was a child, and Ross and Susan divorcing. A successful marriage seemed impossible to him.
"What?" Monica asked as she looked over at him, sensing something was up.
"It's just that I don't doubt that you will find someone," Chandler said.
"But I can't say, 'Oh Monica, your marriage will last' because I don't know if I believe it…I don't know if any marriage can last," Chandler added as he looked over at Monica, who was now frowning at him sympathetically.
"Not all marriages end in divorce, Chandler," Monica affirmed.
"I truly believe that if you find someone that you love, it can work," Monica said optimistically before taking a sip of her drink.
"Monica, fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce; that means half of all marriages fail; that's not great odds," Chandler said.
"Well, you could be a part of the success rate if you find the right girl," Monica smiled as she bumped his shoulder.
"Or I could end up in the same situation as Ross and my mother, where my spouse turns out to be gay," Chandler quipped as he hopped off the bar and set his martini down on the pool table.
"I still can't believe Carol is a lesbian," Monica shook her head in shock. At first, when Ross told them he and Susan were getting a divorce, he was kidding about the gay part, but it turns out he was not.
"Well…." Chandler said as he picked up his glass again and put his hand on his hip.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked, shaking her head in confusion.
"Come to think of it, Carol used to check out other women all the time. I used to think that was so cool!" Chandler exclaimed before putting his drink to his lips again.
"So, that doesn't mean anything. Women objectify and judge other women all the time. It's what we do best. We are caddy bitches," Monica stated.
"I know what you are talking about, Mon," Chandler laughed, "But she never said anything negative about other women; she only ever commented on how pretty they were or how nice they looked," Chandler clarified.
"Yeah, most women are too jealous of other women to do that," Monica chuckled before taking a sip of her drink.
"Wait a minute!" Monica laughed, nearly choking on her drink. "Did I ever tell you about the bachelorette party?" Monica asked.
"No, why?" Chandler asked.
"Oh," Monica said as she bit her lower lip. "Well, I guess there is no reason not to tell you now." Monica said.
"So, wait for it…." Monica said for dramatic effect.
"Carol had a female stripper," Monica added as Chandler's mouth dropped open in shock.
"She what?!" Chandler exclaimed.
"She had a female stripper, and she made out with her. At the time, I thought it was just because she was just SO drunk, but…." Monica stopped noticing that Chandler was staring off into space with a euphoric grin on his face.
"Oh, sorry," Chandler said as he came out of her daze. "I was just picturing it."
"You creep!" Monica said as she punched his arm. He flinched and yelped in response.
"You know I saw a porno about that one time. The female stripper and the bride-to-be get it on," he smirked as Monica glared at him.
"You can't tell Ross," Monica said as she authoritatively pointed a finger at him.
"Oh, I won't; I doubt that would help make this any easier for him," Chandler held up his hands.
"But seriously, Chandler, I know that you haven't seen examples of successful marriages in the past, your parents included, but that doesn't mean that you won't find that perfect someone that you can share your life with; you are a great guy, and you will find a great girl I just know it," Monica said as she smiled at him and gave his hands a gentle squeeze.
"And you will too?" Chandler said as he touched his forehead with hers.
"And I will, too," Monica smiled as she craned her head to give him a friendly peck on the nose, but as she was up turning her head, their lips brushed against each other.
Maybe it was the alcohol, the emotions, or the electricity that they felt the moment their lips pressed against each other. Still, they both found themselves parting their lips and inviting the other's tongue into their mouths as they leaned into each other, as the kiss quickly deepened and heated up. It was surprisingly the best kiss either had with each other.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what…I'm sorry," Chandler finally said when they reluctantly pulled away.
He was at a loss for words. He was shocked that it happened - that he let it happen, and more so at how right and good kissing her felt. The longing to do it again was great.
However, Monica was one of his best friends and his best friend's little sister. Unfortunately, he just managed to cross two boundaries: kissing his best friend's little sister and kissing one of his best friends'. Unfortunately, he had to do the right thing and stop it before it went too far.
"What?!" Monica asked as she shook her head in surprise.
"You don't have to be sorry," Monica said as she touched his cheek.
"Mon, you are my best friend's little sister and one of my best friends; it was wrong for me to do that," Chandler shook his head guilty.
"I was part of that kiss too. It was just as much me as you," Monica replied.
"Plus, you are a really good kisser," Monica added.
"Really?" Chandler smiled, his ego swelling.
"Yeah, really good," Monica said as she pulled his face into hers again, but he immediately jerked away as he realized where this was going and how wrong it was. Though, it felt so right, too right, and unsettling so.
"No, Mon, we can't," Chandler insisted as he pulled away. He then walked away from her to get some distance to settle himself down because if he didn't stop, he wouldn't be able to stop.
Who knew how far they would go? He would have no problem doing more than just kissing her because it would be too easy to go too far with her, while she was his good friend, he had fantasized about what it would be like to be with her for a long time. He just knew it would be fantastic fireworks on the fourth of July.
"Why not?" Monica asked as she hopped off the pool table and walked over to him, putting a gentle hand on his back, and he spun around to face her.
"Because of all of the things I said before, Mon; your Ross's little sister…my best friend's little sister. Ross would kill me. Your parents would kill me. They already hate me as it is…" Chandler rambled on as Monica interrupted.
"And we would have to tell all of them because?" Monica asked.
"Because…because…because of the wonderful things he does…" Chandler sang, deflecting her question as he began the belt out, "We're off to See the Wizard."
"Chandler!" Monica exclaimed as she gently punched his arm, turning away from him and shaking her head as she walked back over to the pool table.
"Why do you do that?! Start joking in the middle of a serious conversation?" Monica asked, spinning around to face him.
"Because I'm not too fond of awkward, intimate conversations. Humor helps relieve the tension. Which it did!" Chandler said as he waved his hands around dramatically joining her by the pool table.
Monica just laughed at him before looking away from him, and then when she looked back at him, she said,
"Yeah, it probably wasn't a good idea for all of the reasons you just said. But, of course, me being Ross's sister and yadda, yadda; kudos to you, though, for having the self-control to stop it because I sure as hell didn't," Monica said as she shook her head and walked over to the bar to place her empty glass on it.
"Yeah…" Chandler said after downing his entire drink, feeling slightly less buzzed and level-headed as the liquor quickly coursed its way through his veins, and he chastised himself for being too level head when all he wanted to do was to kiss her and enjoy the taste of her.
The feeling of her soft lips on his was already his heaven.
He then walked over to the bar counter where Monica was standing, slushing her drink around, and joined her. But as he was placing his empty glass next to hers, their fingers brushed against each other, reigniting that undeniable spark of electricity.
Again, they stared at each other as lust and longing filled their blue eyes. This time, neither stopped to think about the repercussions of their actions as they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed hungrily.
"This is wrong," Chandler said between kisses as he began to walk her back towards the pool table.
"Yeah," Monica moaned between kisses as she began to unbutton his shirt, and Chandler began to unbutton her dress.
"We should stop," Chandler groaned more half-heartedly as he slipped open her dress revealing the creamy silky slip underneath. He so couldn't wait to shimmy it off her, but they had to stop. Chandler couldn't even finish that thought again because his shirt was now open, and Monica was caressing his bare chest.
"My, my, what nice pecks you have, Mr. Bing," Monica said as she leaned in to kiss his chest, and he closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and inwardly groaned as the thought of stopping did cross his mind. However, that thought was quickly becoming a distant one.
"I could just eat you all up," Monica said as she caressed and pecked his chest. Chandler responded by taking her face in his hands and walking her quickly toward the pool table. However, he was so caught up in kissing her and enjoying her that he didn't realize that she would walk into it until she did.
"Ow!" Monica said as she slammed against the side of it.
"Sorry," Chandler said as their lips parted.
"That's ok," Monica shrugged out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
"You can make it up to me by doing me," Monica said as she slipped her slip over her head, revealing a black eyelash bralette and matching thong panties.
Damn! Chandler thought to himself. She was a sight to behold. Her petite waist, long legs, and lush breasts made her look like a Greek goddess. She was Athena, and he was Apollo.
He HAD fantasized about what Monica looked like naked but none of his fantasies did her any justice. She was exquisite, and what was even more exquisite was how she slowly and gracefully unhooked her bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the ground allowing him to view her exposed breasts and all of the blood that left his head and entered his other head. He had never seen breasts quite so perfectly rounded or nipples quite so rosy in real life before.
"Wow!" Chandler whistled as his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he eyed her.
Meanwhile, she eyed his pants, non-verbally communicating with him to take them off, and he quickly sprang into action to remove his pants, stumbling like a cartoon character in the process, and she chuckled at him-amused by the scene.
And suddenly Chandler was standing before her in nothing more than his boxer briefs, and Monica placed a hand over her mouth taken aback by the sight.
"Oh my," Monica gasped.
"What?" Chandler asked as he looked self-consciously down at the disrobed parts of his body.
"Nothing…just wow!" Monica said in awe as she drank in the glorious sight of him, moving her eyes down his toned chest and arms, washboard abs, and toned thighs and legs.
She always pictured Chandler to have a swimmer's body because of how lean and active he was, but the sight of him before her surpassed all expectations. Her longing to have him buried between her thighs only grew.
"Is 'wow' a good thing or a bad thing?" Chandler asked, wondering if it was meant as an insult, compliment, or joke.
"Definitely a good thing," Monica smiled as she leaned in to kiss him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, so close that soft bare skin collided with smooth bare skin, and they both moaned into the kiss enjoying the feel of both the kiss and their bodies touching.
The spark was now a burning fire inside of them. It was so intense it consumed them. There was no going back.
Chandler nudged his nose against hers and nodded toward the pool table. Monica nodded in understanding, walking back towards the pull table, hopping on top of it, and smiling at him as she threw the still-empty triangle to the ground. They never did get around to their game of pool.
Oh, well, Monica thought. This would be a hell of a lot more interesting.
Chandler leaned over the pool table to kiss his way down her body to her panty-covered crotch, and he slowly eased the garment down her hips and legs, kissing the soft skin of her stomach and thighs along the way. Then, for an extra tease, he smiled wickedly to himself as he darted his tongue inside of her core for a quick, wicked lick making her gasp and practically jump off the table at his shenanigans.
"Oh, you ARE evil!" he heard Monica say as he shimmed her panties down and off her legs before throwing them on the pile of misfit clothing. He then quickly worked to stumble out his own, which he promptly added to the pile.
"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet," Chandler wickedly smirked as he scampered to join her on the table. They were now completely nude, and all thoughts of turning around and stopping while ahead were gone.
"Oh?" Monica smiled at him as he settled between her wide-open and waiting legs.
"Really," Chandler replied as he rested both of his arms on either side of her head and placed his hands on either side of her perfect face so he could lean into hungrily kiss her. They both moaned into the kiss, their hearts racing in anticipation of what was to come, and Monica slid her hands down his sculpted back to the firm, tight globes of his ass, giving each cheek a gentle yet encouraging squeeze signaling to him to do what they both wanted – for him to enter her.
Chandler smiled into the kiss as he shifted his position to align with her opening. Monica gasped her body rippling in pleasure at the sensation, and her eyes widened in surprise and lust, as he kissed her senselessly while slowly entering her.
Monica's eyes widened in shock as her whole body undulated in response to Chandler entering her. She moaned into their kiss as she buried her hands in his hair. She bucked against him as her entire body shook in pleasure. She was already so close to orgasm, and she needed to relive this ache. He was so big, but not painfully so. He fit her like a glove, or she fit him like a glove. Either way, it was a perfect fit. It was so perfect that her body could hardly bare it. It wasn't fair that her best friend felt this good inside of her.
"Is everything ok?" Chandler asked after slipping his perfect lips from hers, and she whimpered at the loss of contact as he stared at her with a look of concern, his beautiful blue eyes glossed with pleasure.
"No," Monica replied as she shook her head.
"What's wrong?" Chandler asked with concern.
"Having you inside of me isn't supposed to feel this good," Monica replied as she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes.
Chandler chuckled before recapturing her lips as he lowered himself further. Chandler moaned, digging his legs into the pool table, and parting her legs with his knees. He sank deeper into her, their bodies melding into one.
He moved his hands to either side of her face and kissed her sensually while he thrust rhythmically into her. She had indeed never been loved like this before. It felt so tender and intimate. It exceeded her expectations for first-time sex. It felt so natural and so right to do this with him.
Then, his lips left hers and found their way to her neck, tickling her skin and making the ache he was creating between her legs grow. She smiled wickedly to herself and grasped the thick strands of his hair.
"Oh my," Monica gasped as he kissed her neck, and Monica wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face in her neck as he moaned against it, and she could feel the buzz of it against her neck.
"Oh, Chandler," Monica whimpered as she moved her hands down his spine to his hips, encouraging him to pump faster, which required minimal prompting as his pelvis thrust more rapidly against her. She bit her lower lip as the friction the movement created made her whole womb itch with pleasure, and his sexy moaning didn't help one bit.
"Are you sure you are bad at this?" Monica asked as he began to suck sensuously on her ear and tease her nipple with his fingers. He sure did know her erogenous zones.
"Terribly so," Chandler quipped as he slid his hands down her hips to flip them so that she was on top.
"It sure doesn't feel that way," Monica said as she sat on top of him, pushing herself up and down as Chandler's hands found her breasts once more as he began to give each one a gentle squeeze.
"Dear sweet lord," Monica gasped as he thrust up into her making her whole body undone as she began to cum. Chandler buried his face in her neck as he felt his orgasm, making his whole body shake as they both came together in bliss unaware of the life they had just created.
October 9th, 1993
Monica sat nervously on the exam table of her gynecologist's office awaiting the positive test result that she knew was coming. She had taken multiple at home pregnancy tests. All of which read positive. So, she knew this one would not say anything different.
"Well, Monica," Dr. Long said walking into the exam room.
"You are indeed pregnant." Dr. Long added empathetically.
"Ok," Monica sighed not really sure how to feel about the news. On one hand, this is what she had always wanted, but this is not how she wanted it to happen. She envisioned that she would be married when this happened to a man that actually wanted a baby.
"Do you have any questions before we begin the exam? I would like to check everything out and confirm how far along you are," Dr. Long explained.
"Of course, but I know exactly how far along I am," Monica said as she replayed that fateful night in her head.
"According to my notes, I have almost month to this day," Dr. Long said as she looked over her chart notes.
"Yup," Monica nodded as she nervously wrung her hands.
"Well, let's check out you and baby. I can also do an ultrasound if you like?" Dr. Long suggested.
"Yeah, that's fine," Monica responded lying back on the exam table.
"And you know who the father is?" Dr. Long asked getting prepped for the exam.
"Yup," Monica nodded picturing her blue eyed, sandy haired friend with boyish charm, an impish grin, and tender thrusts and kisses.
"And he knows about this?" Dr. Long eyed Monica.
"Not yet," Monica said before closing her eyes taking a deep breath to prepare for the uncomfortable procedure. She imagined how telling him would play out. a variety of catastrophic scenarios flashed through her mind. She could clearly picture his terrified expression, and it twisted her stomach.
Monica winced as Dr. Long began the exam. At least, thinking about telling Chandler would help distract her from the uncomfortable procedure.
TO BE CONTINUED