One-Shot: A New Kind of Workout
Chandler slammed back onto the floor, cursing how this carpeting was doing nothing to mask the hardwood currently exacerbating the aches and cricks in his back.
This woman was going to be the death of him. No question about it. Hovering over him while holding his feet to the fire inasmuch as she was literally holding his feet down, the twist to Monica's lips was a mixture of encouragement, annoyance and generally unimpressed.
"Come on, give me five more!"
"No…" Chandler whined, too exhausted to even lift his head.
"Five more!"
"No!" He put more feeling into his voice, if not necessarily his movements, now sounding like a petulant child.
"… Five more, and I'll flash you," she promised.
"One!…."
Monica leaned back, a beaming smirk of vindication on her face as she pressed down on his knees.
"Two!…. Three!…" Chandler grunted, straining as he battled to the finish. While his motivation was so painfully transparent, Monica couldn't help but be impressed by his renewed dedication. "… Four!…" His face was clenched, and he let out a kind of roar on the last crunch. "Five!…" He slumped back, drained. He had only enough energy to lift his eyes to her. "OK, I held up my end. Now let me see how big your boobs really are under that Spandex!"
Monica smirked wickedly. "No."
Chandler gawped. She had played him, the little tease! "No fair! You… you little minx!"
Monica chuckled, looking far too pleased with himself. Her smile was so bright, Chandler just wanted to…
Pushing his body through one last crunch, he grabbed for her arm, used it to rear up the rest of the way, and kissed her full on the mouth.
He felt Monica gasp, and then squeak into his lips, the sound parting hers slightly, allowing the kiss to inadvertently deepen. Then…
Monica unexpectedly purred and shifted forward on her knees, sliding over Chandler's own knees until she was now straddling his waist, the pair of them pressed chest-to-chest. Chandler could see Monica's eyes droop closed in the moment before his did also.
He let his hands wander to the edges of Monica's sports tank top, easing the fabric up to her midriff….
… and then the kiss ended as sharply as it began, with Monica yanking back from the lip lock while letting out a gawking laugh.
She playfully shoved him back onto the floor.
Not long after, Monica made Chandler sign up for a membership at the local pool. The new approach to their training regimen was just as much for her sake as it was for his: Monica could still feel her head and her heart bizarrely spinning from when Chandler had kissed her.
The addition of swimming to their workout yielded a dual benefit: it served as an excellent means of cardio while also letting one stay relatively cool at the same time. Plus, in showering afterwards, you could feel fresh and clean and noodly before bed. Monica always preferred to take her showers at night for this reason.
The first time the best friends shared a lane, Chandler tried not to stare at how ravishing Monica looked in her two-piece bathing suit. For her part, Monica could feel how he was staring, and it made her flush down to her chest.
1,000 yards. 40 laps. Having swum for longer than him, Monica left Chandler in her watery wake, of course, lapping him even as she allowed both of them to take short breaks at the wall after every 100.
Chandler tired, but Monica was proud of him that he stuck with it. So much so that, when he finally dragged himself to the final wall, she rewarded with a spontaneous and deep kiss on the lips.
Chandler and Monica broke apart sensuously, their arms around each other while treading water, the droplets of chlorine dripping into their eyes, beading on their lips. With poise, Monica hoisted herself languidly out of the pool lane and offered her hands to help Chandler out. Keeping his palms in hers, she gently guided him with purpose towards the women's showers….
Chandler and Monica now put themselves through a workout of a very different kind.
As the warm shower water cascaded over them, Monica shivered as Chandler spooned her from behind, deftly helping her shuck off the top half of her bikini bathing suit. Taking his hand, she guided it to amorously cup the swell of her bare breast, teaching him where to touch her. What she liked.
Curling a palm around his neck, Monica brought Chandler's lips down to hers and kissed him hungrily. Their tongues went to war in a grappling pattern dance.
Monica sighed as Chandler nudged the bottom half of her bathing suit down her thighs. Still languorously kissing him, she sank to her knees, then all fours.
She bared her globed ass to him in invitation.
Chandler didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly mounted her and mated with her.
They made love, before working up to having raw, passionate sex. They fucked like two dogs in heat. The spray of the shower masked, if only just barely, the couple's sighs, moans and grunts. The sound of flesh slapping upon flesh.
"You… wench…" Chandler groaned in Monica's ear, between thrusts, in awe of her, almost like he was uttering an oath. Or a curse. "Do you have any idea how much you've tempted me?…."
"Oh, Chandler… Chandler…" Monica sighed, near tears from the bliss he was bringing her. She felt him finally stiffen above her as he ejaculated all he had into her.
Collapsing out of her plank position, Monica rolled onto her back, gazing up at her new paramour, dazed with love.
She opened her legs to him. Spread them in seduction. Chandler let out a kind of strangled noise.
"Take… me…" Monica growled.
Chandler clambered on top of her and slid himself into Monica's warm and wet heat. They had sex once more; this time, Chandler worked to bring Monica to orgasm.
When she finally arched her back off the shower tiles and came with a shudder of pleasure, Chandler murmured into the soft curve of her neck:
"I… I love you…. Monica…" He nursed at her hardened and tender nipples, his teeth grazing the pebbling tits.
Satiated and giddy, Monica said it back:
"I love you too, Chandler…"
She felt exhilarated. Dangerous. Never before had she done the dirty deed in a place so public as a pool.
Cleansing themselves and dressing while pink in the face and with goofy smiles, Chandler and Monica took a cab home, making out in the backseat the whole way. They kissed goodnight in secret at her door. Monica was sorely tempted to invite Chandler in and back to her room for another round in her bed, but was worried what questions might be brought by Rachel in the morning.
In the end, the workout partners turned lovers fell asleep across the hall from each other, in their own apartments, in their own rooms and their own beds.
The thrilling shift in their relationship and especially the charged encounter at the pool should have demanded that neither one of them sleep a wink. And yet, from the workout they had just endured, both Chandler and Monica slept soundly that night.