Chapter 6: Bouncy, Bouncy Baby

Monica was finally starting to feel sore – all over.

Five rounds in almost as many hours had to be a personal best for her, without a doubt. She was starting to feel the exhaustion, but she was far from sorry.

"Are you all right?" she whispered to Chandler.

"Yeah…"

She glanced down between their bodies, still wrapped around each other and turned pink. "I…. I can move…."

"Don't you dare move," Chandler shook his head, beaming at her. Holding each other close, she and Chandler tenderly brushed each other with light touches, trembling fingers. There was still an aspect to their joining that seemed ethereal, like none of this was real.

Monica dearly hoped it was real. If this was a dream, she was going to be hella pissed when she awoke.

Her thoughts ping-ponged back to Joey, how he had come within inches of catching them in bed together, and for the second time that evening. Chandler must have been on a similar train of thought, for the couple abruptly burst into crazed laughter, almost at the same moment.

"Ohhhh….." Monica sighed, her grin breathless and she swooned, gazing up at Chandler where he now shifted halfway onto his elbow to gaze down at her in wonder. "That was close…."

"You're telling me!" Chandler chuckled tightly.

"Has he ever done that to you before?"

"Walked in on me with someone?" At her nod, Chandler shrugged. "He barged in on me and Janice once. Tell you the truth, I almost thanked him afterward."

Monica giggled. "I think I would have too." Beaming, she craned up to kiss him softly on the mouth.

When they broke apart, Chandler was studying her awestruck. "I…. I…."

Whatever he was trying to say got stuck in his throat, and Monica just dropped a finger to his lips. "Sssssh….. don't speak." She bobbed her head in understanding. "I know…." Or at least, she thought she did. Chandler gave her a smile – the one where his lips pursed and curled upward and made him look all cute and dopey. It was her favorite smile of his. They touched lips again, lightly. Chastely.

Monica was bewildered by him. The transformation she had seen her best friend undergo from the second her lips slammed down onto his when she'd thrown her arms around him, sometime around 9:15, 9:16 PM, was leaving her aroused, horny and ecstatic, still. Still!

Of course, she'd always known Chandler was special. And yes, she could admit it: she had had a crush on him when they'd met in 1987. From the moment she'd first laid eyes on him, she knew….. that he was unlike any man…. she had ever met before.

Come to find out, 11 years later, that he….. he wasn't a man at all, he was….. a god….. The god of lovemaking. Specifically, the god of making love to her.

And she didn't want him to stop. She almost had the urge to command him that he could not stop – she would burn alive if he did.

Plus, Joey's untimely entrance had ignited the competitive adrenaline within her. No doubt by now he was back to romping with Felicia…. Florence…. Fatima…. Whatever her name was! Monica couldn't let that Lothario oaf gain an edge over them.

"Come on!" And hiding her wince through the spasm she felt as she lifted her leg, she nonetheless swung her thigh over Chandler's hips as she moved to audaciously straddle him for the second time that night. "Joey's probably tied it all up again, and we can't let him beat us!"

Chandler chuckled in bemusement. "Monica…. We can't turn this into a race with Joey…"

Monica cocked an eyebrow down at him, the glint in her eye hard and leaving no room for argument. "Let's move, mister! He and Fiona are probably passing us!"

Chandler didn't need to be told twice. He sheathed himself inside of her. Monica settled royally upon her lover's member like it was her throne, grinning wickedly down upon him. She was in control now – just where she liked to be. On top, and in control.

Pressing her splayed hands lightly on Chandler's chest, she began to bounce up and down on him. Her firm ass cheeks made a melodious slapping sound as they connected with his thighs. Monica gyrated and swayed above her lover, her pebbled tits jiggling temptingly in his face. With a purr of lust, Chandler surged his upper half forward so he could take Monica's nipples between his lips, his teeth. Monica wrapped her arms around him, rocking against him. She let him feast for a moment or two, only to then playfully push him back down flat on his back so she could remain dominant. Enthroned on him, like a queen.

"That's it…. That's it, baby…. Bouncy….." She let out a kind of twittering, crazed giggle. "Bouncy baby… Oh, baby, baby….. Oh, baby, baby….." The timbre in her voice wasn't quite singing, yet she was still speaking in rhythm.

Beneath the intimately engaged lovers, the bedsprings creaked and groaned in protest.

Chandler grunted manly and kept Monica's hips firmly in place; if he gripped her any tighter, there was a chance he'd leave a bruise. Not that she would mind.

Monica was just throwing back her head through a content sigh when she suddenly heard Chandler yelp.

For a terrifying moment, she feared she had accidentally hurt him in their passion, but then she listened to what he shouted as the ringing in her ears subsided. "…. Mon…. Mon! Wait, wait, I – oh, fuck, I think the condom's broken…."

That was probably long overdue, she figured. It must have been pretty strong rubber, to last through not quite six rounds, whereas the first one Joey had borrowed had barely lasted four. The competitor in Monica hummed in satisfaction.

Chandler was wriggling beneath her, squirming, begging to be let up. Monica felt her heart melt as she realized: he was trying to pull out. Now, before something happened and when their release was so close, so close…..

Well. She would have none of it. Clamping her thighs about him, she kept his dick firmly enmeshed in her femininity, right down to the hilt.

"You're not going anywhere," she growled fiercely. "You're going to cum hard and deep inside me. And you can stay in there as long as you like…." She felt tears of happiness slipping down her face as she gazed down at him lovingly, giving him a luminous smile. Let it be. She would chance it, just this once, and leave it up to the Fates. "And if we make a baby, I wouldn't mind at all…." she babbled.

She said too much, she knew it, but if Chandler was now terrified at the possibility of getting his best friend, his new lover, pregnant with his baby, he didn't show it. From how he now jackhammered into her, he likely didn't have time to consider such consequences. As for Monica, it startled her to realize that no, she truly wouldn't mind at all if she fell pregnant with Chandler's child. The thought didn't scare her. Honestly, being blessed with an infant, feeling it in her womb, could only serve as a living, permanent reminder of this magical night, one that she wanted to remember forever.

"Let go, Chandler…." She breathed, lolling her head back. She humped him frantically. "Let go… Let goooooooooooo…"

Chandler growled and then gasped out some kind of rumbling grunt as his sperm burst inside her. As he filled her with his seed.

Monica rode him, continued to ride him, her shouts rising in volume and pitch. "Ahhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhh!... AHHHHHHHHHHH! Ah! – Ahhhhhhhh…"

A minute later, Monica felt the tension release from her body and she relaxed, as her own juices washed over Chandler's member like a wave lapping up on the shore. Dizzy and lovesick, she swooned over her paramour's spent form, settling on his chest with a murmur.

Finally, the couple drifted off into a deep sleep.