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Okay! Without further ado, chapter 7
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Kathy was becoming a problem.
Had Chandler known such a tiny woman, was going to be such a monumental inconvenience, he would have kicked her in the shin the day Joey introduced her to the group. As it was, she had looked so harmless, he'd let her slide right in, not knowing what an effect she was going to have on his secret sex life.
It had all started that first night. She'd been introduced, and apparently, the date had gone well.
Chandler spent the day with Rachel, it had been their first real chunk of time together doing non-sex-stuff since the sex-stuff had started. He'd taken her to a park, they'd seen a movie, he'd bought her coffee and ice cream. It wasn't a date… not really. His heart gave a panicked lurch at the thought so he shoved it away. He just enjoyed spending time with her, there was no need to think that way yet. She was funny and sweet and feisty, and he couldn't get enough.
Their non-date had culminated in a heated make-out session, but both their apartments were occupied and they had plans keeping them from some alone-time, so Chandler had invited her over to watch Earnie Kovacs together at 2:30am.
They bumped into Ross and Monica at Central Perk, and aside from slightly flushed cheeks, he and Rachel were above suspicion.
A week ago, this was normal, Chandler thought to himself, watching as Rachel's honey-colored hair fell over her shoulder while she gestured. She seemed to notice him watching and a light blush coated her cheeks, though she kept her eyes on Monica, still talking. Am I staring too much? Have they noticed? Chandler wondered, glancing at the couch from where he perched on the furniture's arm. His eyes landed back on Rachel. Fuck I don't care.
"Hey everyone! This is Kathy," Joey said, beaming.
"Good thing you didn't ask her out," he whispered to Monica, receiving a hard jab in response, but that golden Rachel-laugh above it all was worth the pain.
Kathy gave them a little wave, but Chandler barely noticed, his eyes glued to whatever Rachel was doing with her arms that pushed her breasts up and together.
She was scratching her side, and her cool, blue, high-necked sweater hugged her in a way that made him want to take her upstairs right then.
But they had a plan, and Rachel had dinner with Monica that night. So, long after Joey and Monica had gone to sleep. Chandler's alarm went off, and he crept out of his bedroom at around 2:10am.
Rachel would be here soon. God he was getting a little hard from the thought of it. All her golden skin, and honey colored hair. The taste of her mouth...
An unexpected sight caused him to lose this pleasant train of thought, and the flushed heat across his skin and in his pants cooled.
"Hi?" he said, a little confused to see a petite Kathy sitting in their folding chair, dressed in Joey's jersey, holding the TV remote.
"Hi," she said sheepishly.
"Geez," he said casting around for something to say. What are we going to do? He thought quickly, wondering if Rachel was in the hall at that moment. He glanced to the door, "At 2:30 in the morning I didn't expect to have to fight over the remote."
She laughed, "Sorry, there's just this Earnie Kovacs thing on in a minute, and I wanted to watch." He smiled, but cursed internally. She wasn't about to head to bed then.
A sudden rap rap at the door made them both jump.
"I got it!" he said, his voice a little high. Kathy stared wide-eyed at him, worried.
"Are you really going to open the door this late?"
"Yeah," he answered. "I uhh, invited Rachel and Monica to see if they wanted to watch the Earnie Kovacs thing." Her eyes lit up.
"That's great, we'll watch it together."
"Yeah," he agreed, trying, and probably failing, to sound enthusiastic.
He opened the door a crack and Rachel ran into him, her wonderfully soft curves pressing to his body. Her warmth had the blood in his body draining to his dick. She tried to push past him into his apartment.
"Move!" she whispered hotly. At the tinge of anxiety in her voice, he realized she was in silky, pale green lingerie. Her breasts brushed and pressed against him, and he could feel her nipples, hard from the cold, against his chest. His crotch immediately pulsed with heat and he could feel a flush creeping over him, and she continued to press into his chest, trying to move past him into the apartment.
Her smell swirled around them and he could see the full curves of her, her flair of hips, the tapered waist, long legs...
He stepped out into the hallway because he needed to kiss her, and Kathy was holding siege to his living room.
He couldn't tell if he'd shut the door behind him, but he connected their lips hungrily and pushed Rachel with his body up against the wall, grinding his hips into hers, drinking in her gasp. She melted a little in his arms, then pulled back, looking up at him with fiery blue eyes, a little hazy with lust.
"Why didn't you let me in?" she whispered, crossing her arms over her stomach in the dark.
"Kathy's up," he answered apologetically, staring at the way her swollen lip glistened in the dark, her narrow shoulders curving to frame her perfect chest.
"Joey?" she asked, frustration sparking in her eyes. He nodded.
"She got up to watch the Earnie Kovacs thing..." he explained, and she frowned.
"Why don't you come over, then?"
He sighed wistfully, her wide gaze melting him. He cleared his throat, finding it hard to breathe.
"I want to... but it's going to look weird... I told her I invited you and Monica over to watch it. It's probably weird enough I went into the hallway for a minute instead of just letting you in." He thought of just telling Kathy he was going to watch it across the hall, but they'd need to invite her. Damn that was annoying.
Rachel sighed, leaning against her apartment door. Her face glowed with heat and annoyance, her brows furrowed. He could sympathize, more than frustrated himself, but looking at her, the pressure on his chest began to feel lighter. She was just so...cute. His eyes dropped to her chest. Definitely his dream woman.
He moved close and ran his hand along her jaw, tilting her face up, and kissed her, his entire body tingling at the plush touch of her lips. Her tongue surprised him as she licked and nibbled his bottom lip a little. That was sexy as hell. When she pulled back, she was smiling again, both of them a little breathless. His own lips twitched upward at the edges.
"Okay. At least this night won't be totally wasted. I get to watch you nerd out over this dumb show," she said, tapping his arm. He frowned.
"Okay, no way. You're not invited."
She laughed, and he thought his heart would stop at the sound.
"Let me change, and I'll be right there," said Rachel, turning to her door. She tried the handle and froze.
"Rach?"
She tried the handle again, this time harder.
"Rach?" he asked again, a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.
She jiggled it harder, trying to yank the thing open. "It's locked, it's locked, oh god it's locked!"
She yanked and continued to jiggle the handle.
"Yeah keep doing that, I'm sure it'll work if you just pull hard enough and believe!" he whispered.
"Well I'm open if you have any suggestions!" she whisper-hissed, spinning to face him, nearly naked in the hall. He was trying so hard not to let his eyes ravage her. This was a real problem and he needed a clear head.
"Do you guys keep a spare key hidden?" asked Chandler.
"Yeah, it's New York but sure, here's a key to our apartment right under our mat, criminals! Come on over!"
"Okay, that's not helpful either," he said, thinking.
"Don't you guys have a spare?"
"I can go look, but Monica made us give ours back after an... incident involving Joey and a stripper," Chandler said embarrassedly. Rachel's eyebrow raised and he hurriedly continued. "Besides I'm not sure how I feel about leaving you out here dressed like this..."
"Well give me your shirt," Rachel suggested.
"Kathy's still in there, and the only thing weirder than how long this is taking, would be me coming back in without a shirt on!"
"Chandler?" a voice came from behind him. He spun to see Kathy poking her head out of his door. "It's starting..." she trailed off as her eyes settled on an almost naked Rachel who Chandler had instinctively stepped in front of. "Oh!" she said, startled and blushing. "I thought it was Rachel or Monica, I'm sorry!" She was bright red when she poked her head back in the room and shut the door.
He stood there for a stunned moment. He could feel Rachel's shallow breaths against his back, her nails lightly scratching where she gripped his arms, the soft curve of her cheek on his shoulder-blade.
Was this over? Had it ended just like that? Could they ask Kathy not to tell anyone, or would she find keeping a secret for two virtual strangers too strange? Of course she might tell Joey, she definitely knew him better, but maybe if they explained...
"Did... did she say she thought it was me? Meaning she didn't think it was me?" asked Rachel quietly. Chandler turned the words over in his head.
"That might make sense..." Chandler breathed, turning to face her, brushing his hands over her shoulders. He could see the goosebumps forming there. She had said she thought it was Monica or Rachel, meaning she didn't think the woman she saw was one of his friends. "I don't think she saw it was you." He frowned, catching sight of her goosebumps again. "Well she knows you're here now." He pulled his shirt off and handed it to her.
"Thanks." She furrowed her brow as she pulled the shirt on, thinking hard. He loved that small crease between her brows when she thought, the way her lip swelled out slightly, red from his teeth and tongue. "Okay, here's the plan," she said with a confident, quiet voice. "You'll go in, say you lied about inviting us over, you were really up to meet someone. She showed up in nothing but a coat and lingerie, and now your lady friend is too embarrassed to see Kathy after the accidental..." Rachel blushed a little, "peep show. So if Kathy could hide out in Joey's room until I'm in your room, you'd owe her one."
"And if she doesn't?" Chandler asked.
Rachel shrugged. "She seems like a nice girl. I'm 98% sure she will."
Chandler nodded and turned to the door.
"Emphasize secret girlfriend," said Rachel, catching his arm.
"But she doesn't think it's you," said Chandler, turning back with a frown.
"Yes, but we'll see if she's good at keeping secrets in case she does actually catch us one day," whispered Rachel, as if Kathy was pressing her ear up to the door, trying to hear.
Rachel was right about Kathy's kindness. After some blushing and stammering, Kathy quickly retreated to Joey's room, and waited for Chandler to sneak in his mysterious girlfriend. She waited until she heard them almost at Chandler's door, her curiosity building. She thought Chandler was pretty cute, she wondered what his girlfriend might look like. Besides, the girl wouldn't be embarrassed if she didn't know Kathy had seen her.
Leaning forward, Kathy peered through the slit in the door.
That night as she watched her show, she could barely focus with the muffled groans echoing from Chandler's room, long into the night.
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"Come on, I want lunch," said the beautiful blonde leaning against Chandler's desk. He still couldn't believe she was his, and his eyes lingered on her long legs stretched out at his elbow.
"I've gotta finish this report I'm sorry," he said, flashing her an apologetic smile before returning to his work. "Five more minutes." He winced a little guiltily, knowing it would be closer to twenty.
"Okay..." Rachel sighed and pushed herself up. "This is a nice office," she observed lightly. He looked at her before turning back to his documents.
"Eh it's a hellhole, but things are lookin up," he said, giving her an obvious up-and-down. She laughed and a thrill went through him, even as he turned his attention back to the soul sucking form on his computer. God he hated his job. Or, at best, he was apathetic.
She was lingering near his door. He lifted his head when he heard a click of the lock.
"I can think of something I might have for lunch," she said in the sexy voice they reserved for the bedroom. He gulped, his mouth suddenly full of saliva.
"Can you?" he asked cooly, trying to feign ignorance and continue his paperwork.
"Oh yes," she said, grabbing his attention by raising her skirt and exposing her lovely, lovely thighs. She smirked, knowing the affect she was having and he pretended to go back to his work. He could almost feel her glare.
She sat on his desk, her warm thighs inches from his right hand, close enough the air beside it warmed, and still he continued to transfer numbers. She slid her thigh closer to his hand. Closer. Then she pressed into it and forced him to make a dark line across his worksheet.
"He~y~" he cut off with a waver as he turned to see this beautiful girl smiling down at him, blue eyes sparkling, blonde hair a tumble around her shoulders, and her thighs spread wide so he could see her.
She followed his stare and seemed to debate shifting position or letting him make the next move. She shifted on the desk, then watched him.
He grabbed her thighs with both hands, holding them open. She smiled, wondering where he was going with this. She was wearing dark pantyhose, he reached up with a finger.
"How much do you care about these?" he asked her, running his finger lightly over the apex of her thighs. She shuddered a little, then arched an eyebrow playfully.
"You're the only one that's going to see the crotch of them if that's what you're asking."
He smiled and bent forward, snagging the crotch with his teeth, already tasting like her, and pulled until there was a satisfactory rip.
Rachel sucked in her breath, flush already in her cheeks in anticipation. He languidly, dipped his tongue inside her, watching her face carefully as she looked down at him, utterly aroused. Since they'd been going out, he'd been using the internet and some select work friends to learn... techniques. She smiled. He dipped is tongue in again, twisting it against her inner walls, and Rachel let out a shaky gasp. He massaged her with his mouth, enjoying the soft wetness of her, more delicate skin than her mouth, and more sensitive judging from the noise. He then took her into his mouth and changed from massaging to sucking, and she fell back, knocking a stapler and some other office supplies to the ground.
He pressed his mouth against her and her hips twitched toward him as he began to drink her in. She was so warm, and her smell and sound filled him, writhing and moaning beneath his lips. He had her panting. The room had grown warm, and her fingers had found their way to his hair. It felt like they belonged there and he reveled in the tugging feeling. His pants were growing tight. Without lifting his head or his gaze from hers, he removed his jacket and loosened his tie. She quivered, her legs rising in the air. He gripped the back of her shaking thighs, holding them high. She gripped his hair more tightly, her hips beginning to move of their own accord against him.
He delved his tongue in deeper, exploring, trying to pull whimpers and shakes from her. Tentatively, he moved his fingers to her opening and pressed them in as well. The low moan that solicited let him know he'd done well. He began moving his fingers in and out, stretching her and curling until she tended and he knew he'd found her g spot.
He licked up and locked his lips over her clit, running his tongue swiftly over her nub again and again. She groaned.
"Chandler..."
He stayed, playing with her, teasing reactions from her as her legs shook and her panting moans grew louder. He teased, sucked, licked it from every angle and when she cried out, her orgasm clenching around his fingers, he didn't stop.
"Ch-Chandler!" she gasped his name, eyes blurry, face red. He continued relentlessly, over and over, hard and fast against her opening. Her eyes began to roll back. "Ch-" Body arching, breasts pressing into the air, she rocketed into another orgasm.
He barely gave her space to breath as he stood and moved up and over her, crushing their mouths together, letting the taste of her mingle on their lips as he melded their mouths. Without even knowing when or how he had unzipped his pants, he met Rachel's eyes and her hand gripped his shaft, directing him inside her.
They hung frozen like that for a moment while he reveled in the pulsing warmth of her. His breath was harsh and mingled with hers as he pulled his hips back, and drove them forward with a satisfying smack.
"Chandler," Rachel purred. He met her blue eyes, and something desperate and needy broke in the air between them. "Please."
He barely even heard her, distracted entirely by the physical. They were connecting somehow, and he preferred to think of their physical love rather than the strange leviathans somersaulting under the surface of his emotions.
He rose to answer her though, crashing into her again and again as a relentless wave assailing the soft warmth of her golden limbs. She smiled, called his name, met him blow for blow, smack for smack, as they fucked in his office. His face was at her neck, her breasts, her mouth, his hands kneading her ass, feeling the soft, fleshy mounds. Her breasts were perfect, those he serviced with skilled lips.
The pressure in his cock was building. She was pulling it from him. All he could think about was her. He plunged into her as she clenched around him in another orgasm, sparking his. Their mouths met. He shot into her and they both grew still and silent. She smiled against his lips and he kissed her again, softly, tenderly.
A knock suddenly came at his office door. The pair froze and held their breaths instinctively.
"Chandler?" The voice called.
"Shit! It's my boss," he whispered, looking at Rachel spread-eagled Rachel with tousled hair and a hiked up skirt on his desk. She stood, quickly glancing around his office like she had a plan. Suddenly embarrassed, Chandler tucked himself back into his pants.
"Tell him just a minute," she said, looking at him in a way that made him realize he hadn't answered for a while, and probably looked freshly fucked himself.
"Just a minute!" he called. He began straightening his tie and hair as Rachel dug through his cabinets.
"Aha!" she whispered, pulling out one of those sprays people used to cover garbage smells. She sprayed a healthy amount around the office, while he gave up on his hair, moving to straightening his desk.
Rachel looked mostly presentable, but she frowned when she looked at him, then down at herself.
"Okay, scoot," she said motioning him to the door. He swallowed.
He and Rachel definitely still looked as if they'd fucked.
He moved to the door and unlocked it slowly, contemplating the possible last moments of his employment.
"Hello, sir! Sorry to have kept you waiting," he said as he opened the door. His boss was frowning. "This is," he turned to introduce Rachel, but she had vanished. He improvised, "my office! Which you've obviously seen before..."
"Sit down, Bing."
He did as instructed, glancing around for Rachel as he did so. Was she behind the cabinet?
He sat and his boss took the chair across the desk from him.
"So... I've got something we need to discuss," his boss continued, but at that moment, it was all Chandler could do to nod an not yell. Rachel's warm breath was spreading over his crotch beneath the desk.