Sex Is On My Mind

Okay, finally had time to finish this.  I took a much-needed break to focus on my studies, because I don’t want to be a college student forever.  This is the third fic in the Erotica Chronicles, and a continuation of Sleep to Dream Her.  Read that first, otherwise you won’t know what the hell is going on.  I also have to warn you readers that there is a lot of dialogue in this, but the good stuff does come! *hehe* 

This is NC-17.  But with the title, I’d be disappointed if it weren’t.   

Disclaimer: I do not own the Friends characters.  This is written for entertainment purposes only.

Monica tried to stifle her laughter as Chandler waddled past her inside.  She shut the door and turned around just as he settled down in a chair at the kitchen table.  By the expression on his face she could tell he was in pain, and that made her all the more curious as to how he got in that situation.

Chandler laid his head down on the table.  He thought about how he would explain everything to Monica.  She has to know… Or does she? He thought.  The more he thought about it, the better it seemed.  Monica finding out about his dreams would just complicate everything. 

Monica joined Chandler at the table.  “What did you do?”

Chandler knew that question was coming.  And if it weren’t for the stinging pain between his legs he would’ve avoided coming across the hall altogether. 

“Monica, as much as I’d love to wax poetic on my failures, I could really use some ice.”

“Oh, right!  That does look painful.”  Monica jumped up and retrieved the ice and a towel he requested. 

Chandler avoided Monica’s eyes as she handed him the towel.  He let out a low moan as the coolness soothed the tender spot between his legs.  He continued to think of a way to walk out of the apartment without explaining why Janice inflicted bodily harm on him.  Who am I kidding? Chandler thought.  This is Monica!  She won’t let me out of here without telling her what happened. 

Monica could tell Chandler was in deep thought about something, and she knew he was in pain, but she wanted to know what happened.  What would cause Janice to hurt Chandler, her Bing-a-ling?  Only Chandler knew the answer, and she was determined to find out what happened.

Chandler came out of his haze to see Monica staring at him.  “What?” he asked.

“Are we going to talk about why you knocked on my door at 3 a.m.?”

The time had come, and Chandler wasn’t ready.  “No?”

“Yes,” Monica answered.  “Come on Chandler, I’m up, you’re in pain, let’s discuss.”

He took a deep breath.  “Well… Janice and I were in bed, and I was asleep.  She uh, woke me up trying to entice me with sex, and I must’ve been dreaming because…” Chandler let the sentence hang. 

“Because what?” Monica asked.

“Because when we started having sex, I thought she was the woman in my dream and I called out the woman’s name.”  Chandler hung his head, waiting for Monica’s reaction.

“Oh my God!” Monica burst out, before collapsing into laughter.  Chandler just stared as she attempted to catch her breath before bursting into laughter once again.

This was so not the response he was expecting.  “Uh, Hello!  And Shh!  You want to keep it down a little?  I don’t want Rachel to find out!”  

Monica wiped the tears from her eyes as she regained her composure.  “I’m sorry Chandler.  But what the hell is the matter with you?”

“I don’t know!  One minute I was having a dream about”—he stopped himself before he blurted out her name—“this woman and the next I’m having sex with Janice.  It all happened so fast!”

“Apparently,” Monica retorted.  She couldn’t believe Chandler was so insensitive, especially towards Janice.  They’d come such a long way, and he screwed it up by dreaming about some skank.  “Well at least her reaction makes sense now.”

“I just want to forget this night ever happened.”

“I’m sure you do,” Monica said without thinking.  Chandler gave her a hard stare and she said, “Sorry, it slipped out.”

Chandler threw the now wet towel into the sink then turned a serious face to Monica.  “Okay, you can not tell Rachel, or anybody else about this.”

Monica was silent for a moment before smiling slightly.  “What’s in it for me?”

Chandler was taken aback by her question.  “What?”

“To keep your dirty little secret, what’s in it for me?”

“Are you kidding me?  Nothing!”

“That’s not the right answer Chandler,” Monica grinned.

The both of them just stared at one another, hoping the other would give in.

“Fine,” Chandler sighed.  “How about I stop coming over to eat for a month?”

“You know, that would be a good idea if you were the one eating us out a house and home.”   

Chandler nodded, knowing she had a point.  “Alright I’ll talk to Joey, but that’s the best I can do.”

Monica rose from her seat and paced around the table, thinking about what he could do.  Chandler, on the other hand, took this time to really look at her.  He noted her hair was piled on top of her head, very much like in one of his dreams.  And he could only think of one thing: taking her right then and there on the kitchen table.

Monica suddenly interrupted his thoughts.  “You know, spring is getting closer, and I have yet to do my spring cleaning.”  She sat back down and faced Chandler.

“Oh, here we go,” he moaned.

“It just takes so much effort for me to clean this apartment by myself.  And asking Rachel is out of the question.  Hmm, I wonder whom I could ask to help…” Monica looked at him expectantly.

“Please let me help you clean,” he replied in a deadpan voice.

Monica smiled, “I thought you’d never ask!  I was thinking maybe we could get started within the next day or so, okay?”

“Alright,” he nodded.  Silence once again took over the room as both Monica and Chandler drifted into their own thoughts.  Chandler’s gaze continually fell on Monica’s delicate features.  He wanted to see if her lips felt as soft as they looked.  He wanted to run his fingers through her thick locks, and follow the graceful lines of her neck beneath her nightshirt.  Yep, he thought.  I’m in deep shit now. 

Meanwhile, Monica was busy figuring out a way to convince Chandler to tell her about his dream woman.  She knew Chandler fairly well, and even though he was a tad-bit commitment shy, he was not a cheater.  This mystery chick was close to him, but how close Monica did not know. 

She watched his daydream-like expression, and one thought popped into her head.  I’m going to have to disinfect that towel he used.

“So Chandler,” Monica said, “now that we’ve gotten all that other stuff out of the way, tell me who this woman is.”

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

She was intrigued by his answer.  “Hmm… unwilling to brag about a woman.  Interesting.”

“There’s nothing to tell Monica.  She’s just this person,” he replied vaguely.

“Come on, she’s obviously so much more than that.  She must be some woman.”

Chandler couldn’t help but smile at Monica’s choice of words.  She was describing herself and she didn’t even know it.  “Yeah, she is.”

“Would that be some woman who has blonde hair?”  Chandler shook his head.  “Black?” She further questioned.  Chandler hesitated before responding negatively.  “Red?”  Again he shook his head.

“Is it a woman?” she asked. 

Chandler gave her an icy glare.  “That is so not funny.”

Monica grabbed his hand and smiled apologetically.  “I’m sorry, it was just a joke.”  

“Yes, well unfunny people shouldn’t tell jokes,” Chandler said, refusing to be taken by her smile.

Monica immediately dropped his hand.  “Don’t get too smart there, numb-nuts.  You should be happy I gave you ice.”

“Numb-nuts?” he questioned.

“Yeah,” she answered slowly, expecting another sarcastic remark.

Chandler smiled his approval.  “Ouch… that was pretty good.”

“Thanks, it felt like a numb-nuts moment,” Monica smiled back.  “But you know what would be even better?  You telling me who this dream girl is.”

“And this is where I go home,” Chandler said, intentionally ignoring Monica’s statement.  Sometimes she was like a dog with a bone when she wanted to know something.  And as much as it annoyed him how persistent she was, Chandler couldn’t help the fact that it was also turning him on a little bit.   

Monica experienced a moment of panic at the mention of Chandler leaving.  Thoughts sped through her mind, and she was left with one conclusion—

They both stood up from the table at the same time.  Chandler gave Monica a peculiar look, wondering what she was up to.  His eyes followed hers as she glanced at the phone, and before he could react she rushed over and grabbed it. 

“HA!” she shouted triumphantly.

“Mon, what are you doing?”  Chandler looked from Rachel’s room back to Monica.  “And for the love of God be quiet!”

“Relax, there’s no chance Rachel will hear us.”

“Really?  Why?”

“Did I not mention?  She’s over to Ross’.”  Monica grinned mischievously.  “And all I have to do is hit the speed dial button for his number, and two more people will know about your naughty dreams.”

Chandler couldn’t deny he was shocked.  “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” she replied flippantly.

“You’re bluffing!” he exclaimed.

“Am I?”  Monica held the phone ready to dial when Chandler moved closer towards her.  She backed up until she felt the edge of the couch; all the while making sure Chandler was still at a safe distance. 

Chandler closed in on her and she held the phone high above her head.  “Monica come on, give me the phone!”

“Or what?” she giggled.  Monica stretched her arm back farther and Chandler leaned in more closely.  She leaned back to put some space between them and lost her balance.  “Whoa!” she said reaching out to grasp his arm. 

Chandler tried to pull her back but Monica’s grip was too strong.  They both fell to the front of the couch, landing on the cushions.  Monica burst into a fit of giggles but continued to clutch the phone.  Chandler on the other hand couldn’t keep his eyes off her.  He stared down at her from his position, liking the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way her face lit up and her dimples deepened when she smiled.  His thoughts were venturing into less than friendly territory, but he made no move to stop it.  No, he just wanted to remain in a freeze frame where nothing else mattered. 

Monica’s giggles finally subsided and she took note of their position.  She was half underneath him, and his left leg was positioned haphazardly between her legs.  Not exactly how I’d envisioned Chandler and I sitting on the couch, but hey, she thought.

Chandler just continued to look at her, as if he were fascinated.  It was almost as if his mind were somewhere else. 

Monica glanced down at the way they landed on the couch and saw another problem: the lack of clothing between them both.  She had on a large t-shirt and shorts, and he had on… well, nothing but a pair of boxers.  Oh my God, she thought. 

Chandler immediately noticed the change in Monica’s demeanor.  Her laughter had ceased and her smile was replaced with an uncomfortable expression.  Her eyes kept moving up and down. 

And suddenly Chandler knew why.  Besides his state of undress, he seemed to have developed a slight hard-on.  And this is where I totally humiliate myself, he said to himself. 

Monica’s eyes widened as she felt the bulge on her thigh.  “Uh, Chandler?”

“Yeah,” came his breathy reply.  He almost couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. 

She was almost tempted to pretend she couldn’t feel it.  “What’s going on?”

Her questioned snapped Chandler out of his temporary coma and he jumped off the couch, and most importantly away from Monica and her tempting body. 

He stood awkwardly, unsure of what to say.  It was Monica’s turn to be fascinated, as she couldn’t tear her glance away from his bulge.  It had definitely gotten bigger.

Chandler followed her glance and silently cursed his body for betraying him.  “Oh, sorry,” he laughed nervously.  “All that pent up frustration and aggression.  I didn’t exactly get to finish” –

Monica interrupted, “Okay!  That’s a little too much information.”

Chandler nodded slowly; positive he was shrinking as each embarrassing moment passed.  “Yeah, sorry about that.  You know how I get when I’m nervous.”

“That’s okay.”  Monica gave him an encouraging smile as she rose from the couch.  “I think I’m going to head to bed.  It’s been a long night.”

“Sure, I am too.”  Chandler walked towards the door then turned back in her direction.  “This will be just between us, right?”

“Oh, I think so,” Monica smiled. 

“Great.  Goodnight.”  Chandler gave her one last smile before walking out the door.  As soon as he stepped into the hallway he looked down as his erection, the cause of all his trouble.  Kill me, kill me now, he muttered.

****

The next few days Chandler attempted to take his mind off of Monica by going to work, and doing other things that took little effort.  He didn’t even make his routine stop by her place.  He was just too embarrassed by his reaction to look her in the face.  What was worse was that he gave the idea of calling back Janice a few minutes of thought, but he still wasn’t sure.  No, that was over, he finally decided.  What Chandler needed was some meaningless sex to take his mind off of his fantasies.  Like that will ever happen, he thought.  Meaningless sex never comes knocking on my door. 

Chandler exited the building the same time a pretty young woman entered.  She looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.  “Chandler?” she asked.

“That would be me,” he replied.

“I thought that was you.  I’m Jasmine, a friend of Joey’s.  Is he up there by any chance?”

Oh, I remember Jasmine, Chandler thought.  “Yeah, you can go on up.”

Jasmine’s face lit up.  “Thanks.”  She entered the building.

Chandler smiled to himself, knowing the deal.  That was meaningless sex on her way to wake up Joey.  

****

Monica dried the last dish and set it in the cupboard before taking a seat at the kitchen table.  She was working the evening shift so her day was free.  And she had no idea how she’d occupy her time until then.  She looked around the quiet apartment, knowing that in itself was a rare occurrence.  Suddenly her mind drifted to last night, her conversation with Chandler.  How she’d teased him about his situation, and their tumble on the couch.  And lastly, his erection.  Monica couldn’t help thinking his arousal had something to do with her.  But of course, she was wrong to think that about her friend.  “I’ve gotta get out of here,” she said, and quickly left the apartment.

A few minutes later Monica was enjoying a cup of tea at Central Perk, and reading a magazine.  Here we go, she thought.  This is good, no thoughts about Chandler and his… thing. 

Monica got up to refill her cup at the same time another dark haired woman came to the counter.  “A latte to go please,” came her nasal order.  Monica turned in surprise.  “Hi Janice.”

Janice faced Monica.  “Oh hi Monica, it’s so nice to see you.  Gotta go.”  She grabbed her cup when Monica stopped her.

“Wait, Janice.  Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Janice let out a deep breath.  “Alright.”  She and Monica took a seat on the couch.  Janice could only imagine what Monica had to say.

Monica smiled nervously.  “Um, I just wanted to say I’m sorry to hear about you and Chandler.  And if it’s any consolation, I would’ve done the same thing you did.”

“Really?” Janice asked in disbelief.  “That’s interesting, because I would think you of all people would be happy about what happened.”

“What?  Why would you think that?” 

“I don’t know, maybe because it’s your fault.  And you know what, you can have him!”

“Whoa, Janice!”  Monica couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  “What the hell are you talking about?  I had nothing to do with that!” 

“Look at you, trying to be innocent.  You had everything to do with it.”

“Janice, I was just trying to be nice and tell you how sorry I am about what happened with you and Chandler.  But I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Janice looked at Monica’s expression and realized she was telling her the truth.  “Wow, you really don’t.  Monica, it’s you, it’s always been you.”

Monica didn’t like where this was going.  “I beg your pardon?”

“You.  He was fantasizing about you.  It was your name he called out last night.”  Janice almost laughed at the look of pure shock on Monica’s face.  “Did he not tell you that?”

“No,” she sighed.  “Are you sure?”

Janice gave her a look.  “No, I just like telling my ex-boyfriend’s friend that he’s in love with her.  Of course I’m sure!”

Monica just sat there, trying to take all the information in.  She never would’ve thought in a million years…  “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me.”

“Yeah, well I guess my work here is done.  I have to go.”  Janice picked up her things, preparing to leave.  “Oh, and tell Chandler to never contact me again.”  With that, she walked out the door.

Monica nodded to herself.  “That’s not all I’m going to tell him.”

Back at the apartment, Chandler had just gotten home from work.  He decided to get off early because… well he just didn’t see the need to be at work.  And he was happy to find the place empty when he got home.  Joey was on an audition, and he had a date afterwards.  Probably with Jasmine.  Either way it was another night of meaningless sex for Joey, while Chandler had to fight off his nightly dreams of Monica. 

As Chandler changed into a pair of sweats his mind kept wandering to his fantasies.  Especially his most recent one.  Even though it had been three days since he’d seen Monica, he could never forget, even the most minute, detail of her face and body.  The expression on her face as she laughed was the same one he saw in his dream as he told her a few lame jokes.  Then her expression was replaced with one of passion as he slowly made love to her. 

He decided to overload on television, hoping to fill his mind with pop culture crap.  No Monica.  “I better make a pit stop before I get started,” he said heading to the bathroom. 

Not a minute after he shut the door, Monica entered the apartment.  She looked around and saw Chandler’s bedroom door open.  Good, he’s home. 

Monica turned towards the noise coming from the bathroom, and decided she wanted to be the first thing he saw when he came out.  She turned one of the barca loungers toward the bathroom and took a seat.  She didn’t know what she was going to say him once he walked out the door, but he had something coming to him.  Chandler owed her an explanation, and she had no intention of leaving until she got one.

The spray of air freshener coming from the bathroom startled Monica out of her reverie.  She looked up just in time to see Chandler come out of the bathroom.  His jaw nearly hit the floor at seeing Monica in his chair.  The smirk she wore made him immediately self-conscious.  “H-hey.  How long have you been out here?”

“How long have you been in there?” she countered.

Chandler’s only response was to shut the bathroom door.  He walked over to the other lounger without saying a word.  Monica turned her chair back to its original position and sat in silence, waiting to see what’s Chandler’s next move would be.  He was obviously curious as to why she was sitting in his apartment—especially since he’d been avoiding her for three days.

Okay, so he’d been avoiding her for three days, and Chandler was certain those days did nothing to curb his want of her.  Sure he was overly curious as to why Monica was sitting in his living room, but more importantly he was glad she was there.  He just didn’t know why he was glad, and refused to guess why.

“So, Monica… What brings you over here?”

“I just wanted to see what you were up to.  You’ve been busy the past few days ignoring me.”  Chandler looked at her guiltily.  “But I’m over that now,” she said. 

“I’m really sorry,” he murmured.

“Anyway, that’s not why I’m here.”  Monica paused for a moment.  “I saw Janice.”

Chandler’s eyes widened.  That couldn’t be right.  He could’ve sworn he heard her say… “Say what?” 

Monica smiled briefly at him.  “Janice, you know, the woman with the annoying laugh.  The woman who gave you that love lick a few days ago.”

“What did she say?  Was she still upset?”

“Chandler, I think pissed would be a better word, and let’s just say that ‘Love Don’t Live Here Anymore’ is her new anthem.”

That was the least of Chandler’s problems.  He just hoped Janice hadn’t told Monica it was she he was dreaming about. 

Monica continued, “And she told me the funniest story, which you’re going to get a kick out of.  She told me her version of what happened that night, and it seems like you left out some important information.”

Chandler laughed nervously.  “Is that right?”  Monica nodded.  “What part did I leave out?”

“The part about me being the one in your dreams; that it was my name you called out while having sex with Janice!”  Monica jumped up from her seat and stood in front of Chandler.  “How could you not tell me?”

“Monica, that’s not something you just blurt out to a person.”

“Yes it is Chandler, you just fix your lips to say the words!” she exasperated.  “It’s not that hard.”

Chandler shook his head in disbelief.  “How was I suppose to tell you about my dreams when I couldn’t deal with it myself?  Mon, I felt so guilty thinking of you like that, not because I had a girlfriend, but because of how you’d react.”  Chandler’s response silenced Monica instantly.  She had no idea he was struggling with this.  “You have no idea what it’s like.”

Monica kneeled down beside his chair, looking into his eyes.  “Then explain it to me Chandler, because I’d like to know.  Tell me about your dreams.”

“Ooh, I don’t think so,” he said and jumped out the chair.  He suddenly needed to put some distance between himself and Monica.  She was close enough where he could smell her unique scent and his senses went into overdrive.  Who was he kidding?  Monica could arouse him from across the room, across the city.   

Monica, on the other hand, just assumed that backing away was Chandler’s way of avoiding the situation.  She stood in front of him once again.  “Well I do.”

She and Chandler stared each other down for what seemed like hours, but was only a few seconds.  Monica knew she had won when he sighed deeply before sitting back down.  She was finally about to hear about his dreams, but nothing could’ve prepared her for what was said.  Chandler leaned over and began whispering his dreams, like they were dirty secrets that not even the walls deserved to listen to.  He left nothing out, not one caress or word.  If Monica was going to make him spill his guts, he didn’t want to be the only one haunted by his fantasies.  Maybe he wouldn’t be the only one losing sleep tonight.

****

Things went from bad to worse for Monica since finding out she was the object of Chandler’s dreams.  That first night, she slept like a baby, much to the chagrin of Chandler.  Even a few days after that, things seemed normal.  But a week later, Monica was at work putting the finishing touch on a dessert when she began hallucinating that Chandler was atop the counter in all his bare-nakedness.  She was seemingly about to garnish his privates with a cherry when the hallucination stopped.  For a second Monica thought she was losing it.  What is wrong with me?, she thought. 

Her hallucinations continued a few days afterwards, happening at the most inopportune times.  She didn’t think things could get any lower, but that was before the dreams started.  Like clockwork, Monica’s innermost thoughts transferred into dreams.  So far, she and Chandler had basically christened-both apartments, Central Perk (after hours of course), and Chandler’s desk at work.  She’d woken up many times in a cold sweat, heart beating overtime.  The urge to feel, just be with Chandler was so strong she didn’t know how long she could hold up the façade of pretending everything was okay between them.  No, his confession had changed the dynamics, and Monica saw only one way to balance things out. 

****

Monica left work Friday evening with a purpose.  She appeared confident and there was a reason for it.  Monica had made a decision.  All week, she contemplated her situation; weighed all her options and came to the single conclusion that led her to her final destination—outside apartment 19.  

Chandler had just taken a seat in his barca lounger when the front door opened, revealing Monica.  He begrudgingly admitted to himself that he was glad to see her, even if his elation was based on feelings he didn’t want to admit yet.  Things had been so tense between them for the past week they barely said two words to each other.  He admonished himself over and over for letting his dreams interfere with their friendship.

“Hey Mon,” he greeted.

Monica kept her eyes on Chandler as she slowly made her way to the center of the room.  “Hi,” she returned.  Chandler’s genuine smile was enough to tell her she’d made the right decision by coming there. 

He followed the fluidity of her walk as she came to stand in front of him, dropping her purse and jacket to the floor.  “Monica, why so-- ”  Before Chandler could finish the question Monica straddled his hips.  For one second his gaze met hers before she planted her lips on his.  He expected the kiss to be fierce and rushed from her expression, but it was merely her lips softly brushing against his, hypnotizing Chandler with light caresses.  Monica carelessly looped her arms around his neck as Chandler gathered her closer in his embrace. 

It took Chandler a moment to realize what was going on.  “Hey,” he mumbled, slowly pulling away from Monica.  “What’s going on here?”

“Hmm… it felt like a kiss, and your tongue was just in my mouth.  I’m guessing we were kissing,” she answered smugly.

“I know that, but why?  Mon, I don’t think--”

Monica silenced him with one finger against his mouth, “Shh..  No thinking.  Just feel.”  She cupped the sides of his face with both hands and pulled him in for another kiss.  This was being more urgent than the first.  Monica couldn’t stop the deep moan from the back of her throat even if she wanted to.  Who knew kissing Chandler would taste so good?

But she wasn’t the only one falling deeper into the kiss.  Chandler realized this was what he’d wanted for longer than he cared to remember, and chided himself for trying to deny this pleasure.  But there was something he had to know… “Mon,” he said pulling away again.  Monica sighed in frustration.  “I have to know… Why?  Why now?”

Monica hesitated, licking her lips.  “To be honest Chandler, I wanted to see what I was missing.” 

“Oh?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I mean… what with your dreams, and my hallucinations and dreams I figured we could see if the real thing is worthy of all the hype.”  She began nibbling on his ear, tired of talking. 

“B-but are you sure about this?  We’d be putting our friendship in harm’s way.”  Suddenly Chandler thought conversation was entirely overrated, and all because of what Monica was doing with her tongue.

She raised her head and looked him squarely in the eye.  “I think our friendship can handle it.  And anyway, don’t you want to?”  Monica grabbed his hands and slid them up and down her thighs.  “Because I do.”

“Hell yeah,” Chandler breathed out, pulling her body flush against his as they kissed.  Monica ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck in soft strokes as Chandler molded his hands to her hips.  She delved her tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth, gliding it over the roof of his mouth.  Their tongues tangled together, eliciting moans from each other.  Monica arched back a bit and loosened Chandler’s tie, all the while maintaining their lip-lock.  She slung it across the room and unbuttoned his shirt with urgency before placing her hands on his chest.  She needed to feel the contact with his skin.  She wanted to feel him.

Chandler broke the kiss and trailed kisses down the curve of her neck.  “Ooh,” she purred as he paid special attention to the spot below her left ear.  Chandler’s hands worked their way underneath her blouse to unhook her bra, then moved to cup her breasts.  He gently massaged them until her nipples peaked in arousal.  At the same moment Monica directed Chandler’s lips back to hers and kissed him with every bit of pent up passion she’d had since her hallucinations began.  The feel of his hands on her body, and the thought of what was to come made Monica moisten in anticipation.  She felt Chandler lift her up as he stood from the chair and wrapped her legs around his waist.  He walked them into his bedroom and slammed the door, all the while stripping Monica of her blouse and bra. 

In frenzy Monica helped Chandler out of his shirt as he backed her against the door.  He kissed her down her chest, circling first one nipple, then the other with his tongue before taking the entire breast into his mouth.  His suction caused Monica to release a low moan as she gripped his shoulders.  The room was tense with desire as hot breath mingled and tongues battled for the ultimate satisfaction.

Chandler brought his mouth once again to Monica’s inviting lips and kissed her deeply, drinking of her as if she was a glass of water and he was dying of thirst.  Monica pulled his belt and loosened his pants, sighing in pleasure as they hit the floor.  Her hand roamed his underwear until the found the object of her search and began slowly working his shaft up and down.  Chandler’s breathing labored at the sensation her hand was causing.  “God, that feels good,” he mumbled.

“I want you now,” she said hotly.  Chandler had no intention of denying her what she wanted.  They ceased kissing long enough for Monica to come out of her pants and for Chandler to slip on a condom.  Still against the door, Chandler lifted both her legs around his hips and slowly entered her. 

~*~*~

The first thing Joey thought to himself upon entering the apartment was something was different.  Besides the fact that Chandler was nowhere to be seen, Joey sensed something odd.  Suddenly there was a noise coming from Chandler’s bedroom.  He walked closer and saw a woman’s purse and jacket on the floor.  Again, there was noise from Chandler’s bedroom.  Joey leaned in towards the door and heard a soft feminine moan, followed by a gruff masculine one.  The bang on the door told Joey all he needed to know.

 For a moment he considered listening at the door for a while, but decided against it. He grinned, happy his friend had finally gotten a girl besides Janice.  He made a mental note to talk to Chandler later about who the woman was, and slipped out the apartment.

~*~*~

Chandler braced his hands against the door as he moved in and out of Monica.  She raked her fingernails up down his back to his bottom, pushing him deeper inside.  Monica bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as he picked up his rhythm.  They continued to bang on the door until Monica breathlessly told him, “Why don’t we take this to the bed.”

“Uh huh,” Chandler grunted.  He backed them away from the door and walked to his bed, lying Monica down on her back.  Never breaking contact he began stroking her inner walls with his penis, intentionally penetrating her from different angles.  All Monica could do was sigh as her senses took over.  Her body became a mass of sexual energy.  Every caress of Chandler’s hand, stroke of his body inside hers, the wetness of his tongue over every inch of her nearly drove her insane.  Crazy didn’t seem like a bad thing.

The tension was building between them both as Chandler fought off the urge to yelp her name in pleasure.  And the temptation was great; The moment Monica sucked gently on his bottom lip, combined with the intense clenches of her vaginal muscles he threw caution to the wind.  He rained kisses down her chin to her neck and made his way up to her ear and whispered, “Mon, I want to drown in you.” 

The words spilled from his lips in such a deliciously tortured manner he couldn’t have taken them back if he wanted to.  Monica’s eyes snapped open at his declaration, surprised at his words but weakened by their power.  She felt her emotions buckle under his passionate request and she immediately opened herself more, literally as well as figuratively.  Monica’s legs spread wider and Chandler’s hips dug deeper.  She whimpered and raked her fingers through his wet hair, letting herself become consumed by the heat, the sex in the air… she became lost in him.

Chandler felt his release coming and lifted his upper body, bracing himself on his arms.  She met him thrust for thrust as the pace increased before shouting as her orgasm hit.  Chandler’s came a moment later in a low growl of her name, coming from deep within him.  He hesitantly pulled out of her, tossing the used condom to the side and collapsing on the bed beside her.  Monica’s legs shook uncontrollably as she tried to catch her breath. 

Monica turned on her side and gazed at Chandler’s profile.  He was lying on his back, with a peaceful and serene expression on his face.  She felt the need to say something, but for the life of her, no words would come.  What do you say to your best friend, whom you’ve just slept with?  Pillow talk didn’t seem to fit the circumstances.  “Chandler?” she started hesitantly.

“Hmm?” his eyes remained closed.

She changed her mind at the last minute.  “Nothing,” she whispered. 

Chandler was too busy deciding the right words to say to her to notice Monica’s own turmoil.  They’d just made love… Or was it sex?  Chandler couldn’t decide, but he didn’t want to seem inconsiderate by broaching the subject minutes after they’d done the act in question.  Normally this would’ve been a question he’d ask Monica when wanting advice for another woman, but it was a little difficult when she was the woman he’d had sex with.

No, not just difficult.  It was hard as hell when he’d basically surrendered himself to her in bed.  He didn’t even want to think about what he’d blurted out in the middle of it. 

Just as he’d worked up the courage to face her, he felt the bed shift with her weight as she stood up.  This was not what he expected.

Monica searched quietly for her clothes and hastily put them on.  The sooner she got out of there, the sooner she could go back to her apartment and wallow in embarrassment over a pint of double mint fudge ice cream.  Sure, she’d convinced herself she only wanted sex from him, but that was before the sex.  Now…

Well now she didn’t know what she wanted.  But it was all too tempting to get back in his bed and ride him until her heart’s content, so she thought it best to leave.  Without a backward glance to Chandler, Monica creaked the door open.  Seeing the coast was clear, she made a quick getaway.  By the time the front door slammed shut, Chandler had found his voice.  “Monica!” he called, but there was no answer.   

~*~*~

Later that evening, Joey had finally returned.  Chandler was already asleep, so their conversation would have to wait until the next day.  He had just gotten a bottle of beer from the refrigerator when there was a short knock on the door.  Monica peeped her head inside.  “Oh, hey Joey.”  

“Hey Mon, what’s up?”  He took a swig of beer.

Monica walked in further, scanning the apartment.  “Um, nothing.  Have you seen my purse and jacket?  I left them over here when I dropped by earlier.” 

Joey’s first instinct was to say no, but he suddenly had an epiphany.  Purse and jacket?  Wait a minute… It was Monica?

“Here they are!” she said, retrieving her things from the floor near the lounger.  “I must’ve been preoccupied when I left.”  

Joey nearly spit out his beer as he realized who she was and what she was doing earlier.  It was Monica!

 Monica turned around to see the deer-caught-in-a-headlight expression on Joey’s face.  “Are you okay Joey?”

“Uh… S-sure I am.  You know me, always in character.”  He laughed nervously.

“What character would that be, Joe?”

“I’m not sure.  I’m testing out a few, but I want to find the perfect one.”

His answer seemed to appease her somewhat.  “Okay, whatever.  Just try not to try so hard,” she smiled briefly.  “Good night,” she said, exiting the apartment.

Joey let out a sigh of relief.  “It’s a good thing I’m a great actor… whew!”  He walked to his bedroom when something else occurred to him.  “I knew I should’ve listened at the door,” he mumbled to himself.  “Aw Crap!”

To Be Continued…

Thanks for reading.  A special thanks to my honey Jamal for the title idea.  I guess we know what’s on his mind! *hehe*  Sex is on my Mind is a song by BluLight.  I’m not sure if the group is still together, but it’s a great song so go download it.  I think this had wicked suction to it, but please review and let me know what you think!  J