Friends: Deleted Scenes - After the Wedding Day
It was the day after Monica and Chandler's wedding. Monica sat alone in their apartment, surrounded by wedding gifts. Even though she had promised otherwise, she had opened some without Chandler.
Joey came in. "Ooh-ooh-ooh! Are we opening presents?" he said excitedly.
Monica was distraught. "No! No! I shouldn't have even opened these! I mean I..." She became more animated. "Joey, I am out of control!! Joey, you have to do me a favor," she pleaded. "No matter what I say... no matter what I do... please do not let me open another present! Okay?"
"Okay," he agreed.
She paused for a moment, but she couldn't control herself. "Give me one more," she whined.
"Okay," Joey said, handing her a box.
Monica quickly set the gift down. "No, no, no, you HAVE to help me stop. You have to help me get my mind off these."
Monica's frantic emotion had caused erect nipples to poke through her top. Joey got a sly look on his face. "Well, I know ONE thing that will get your mind off the presents."
"What is it? Anything," she asked, desperately.
"Well, I'm just saying that yesterday, during the reception, in my hotel room... you probably weren't thinking about presents."
"You... you think we should have sex again, so I won't open any more gifts? You think we should cheat on my new husband, so he doesn't get mad about me opening all our presents without him?" She clearly had a change of heart from the day before.
"Monica, I kind of think we already cheated yesterday, and even though you were a little drunk, it didn't bother ya too much then. Look, Chandler's my best friend, and I don't want him to know about yesterday either. But if we're both gonna make sure he doesn't find out..."
As he was speaking, Joey unzipped his pants and took out his rod. He slowly jacked it as he walked over to Monica, who was kneeling on the floor among the wrapped boxes.
"...what's the harm in doing it again? Ya know, just to keep you from opening the presents... "
He stood right beside her, stroking her head, and holding his dick straight out. Monica looked over at it, eye level. It was big and thick and hard. She really did want it, as much as she said she shouldn't.
Monica hesitantly faced him, still on her knees. She caressed the side of Joey's cock with her cheek. Her eyes were closed and she nervously wetted her lips, as she summoned the will to do what she really wanted.
Her face turned inward and she brushed her lips against his shaft, slowly moving them from side to side. Joey couldn't believe how seductive this was, though he was certain that wasn't why Monica was doing it. Tentatively, she kissed it, just a little peck on the pecker.
Then she faced forward, once again wanting to feel the soft skin of his penis on her silky cheek. Monica's lip quivered slightly. She swallowed hard.
Monica never looked up at Joey. She was trying to tell herself that this was Chandler's member that she was desiring. But she quickly gave up these thoughts. Knowing that it was Joey, that one thing was overpowering her.
Taking it a step further, she gave the side an open-mouth kiss, gliding the tip of her tongue on his skin. With each of these steps, her desire was growing.
She took his cock from his hand and slowly rubbed the full length. To Monica, his cock looked so huge in her hand. To Joey, her hand looked so small holding his cock.
The long sleeves of her gauze top were bunched around her wrists. Monica pulled the white fabric down, so it fully covered her hand, then resumed rubbing Joey's rod. The softness of the gauze felt good on his dick.
"Oooh, Mon..." was all he could say.
She smiled slightly, looking up at him for the first time. " I... I thought you might like that."
Holding his cock, and slowly stroking it, Monica moved to place her lips on the large head, then after hesitating a moment, she pushed it into her mouth.
Joey groaned at the warm wet mouth that he had felt the day before.
"Suck it, Monica... you can do it," he encouraged, quietly.
This spurred her on. Pulling her sleeve back up to her wrist, Monica masturbated him with both hands as she sucked, wanting some part of her to touch every part of his cock. She even attempting to deep-throat him, though she found she wasn't relaxed enough to take all of him.
Her oral sex seemed to be... not out of passion for Joey, though it certainly was hot. But rather it flowed out of her own necessity. Her own need, whatever that may have been.
"See, Mon? I bet you aren't even thinking about opening any presents."
Monica paused. "Yeah, but I can still see them," she whined. "I think we need to go to the bedroom."
Joey followed her and closed the door behind them. Monica stood a few feet away, looking at him with uncertainty.
"Look, Monica... if you don't want to..."
She ended his sentence with, "Shut up, Joey," as she quickly closed the distance between them.
Any thoughts of necessity in Monica's mind were now replaced by complete desire. She pressed her small frame into him as they kissed.
He played with her dangling necklace and his fingertips glided across the skin above her shirt's scooping low neckline. She breathed heavily. Joey cupped her breast and felt a nipple that he had seen poking forward. He thought, "god, it's so hard!"
His dick was still out, and Monica stroked him fast. She broke their kiss and rested her forehead on his chest.
"I want this, Joey... make me think only about this," she implored.
