As their relationship progressed, there grew an unspoken tension between Monica and Chandler about when, where, how, and by whom they should openly declare their love for each other. Chandler was understandably gun-shy about saying "I love you" to Monica because he had done so once, with humiliating results.
On the other hand, it somehow seemed more customary for the man to say it first. Men normally asked women out, and proposed marriage. Why should they not be the first to take the intermediate step of saying "I love you?" Chandler thought this convention unfair, given the beating he had taken when he had done precisely that. It seemed the women were to decide when each step should be taken, and it was for men to guess the time, and suffer the consequences if they mis-timed.
Monica found Chandler to be predictable and easily manipulated. She had engineered their first date and first kiss perfectly, and was confident of doing the same with Chandler's "I love you." He was clearly ready to say it. Monica wanted to make it, too, a moment to remember. She arranged a special dinner celebrating Chandler's birthday. The dinner occurred one week prior to his actual birthday, which fell on a Saturday, and would be celebrated with a party for friends and family.
Monica chose a very romantic, elite restaurant for dinner. She arranged for a specific table, which was both private and against one of the windows. The restaurant was nearly a thousand feet in the air, and the views were endless. The couple had a superb dinner, with wine. They often reached across the table to hold hands. By candlelight, Monica was breathtaking. Monica wanted Chandler to say the three little words after dinner and before dessert. She thought that eating dessert would be extra fun after the mutual declarations of love.
After ordering dessert, Monica reached across the table to hold Chandler's hand. She took his hand in both of hers, and said, "Chandler, you are everything to me, now. Tell me exactly what you are feeling at this moment."
Chandler was trapped. What could he say but "I love you?" He thought to himself, "If it doesn't work this time, it's on her!" He paused for dramatic effect, and said, "I love you."
Monica gave a happy cringe, and said, "I love you, too."
Chandler broke into a huge smile of relief and happiness. They grinned like fools during dessert. They shared bites of their desserts, making messes of their faces and laughing. The foreshadowing of the wedding cake sharing was obvious to them both, but neither mentioned it. That was another milestone for another day.
Monica began planning, for a distant date, Chandler's marriage proposal. Chandler felt that a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Both took for granted that this night would be heavy on sex. Rachel was at Ross's for the night. They began kissing and disrobing at the front door to Monica's apartment and all the way to her bed.
They had developed a routine that worked well for them, which was similar to their first night together. First, Monica gave Chandler a quick blowjob, being careful not to make him climax. Second, Chandler went down on Monica, bringing her to orgasm and thoroughly lubricating her vagina. Third, Chandler mounted Monica and came in her pussy. Fourth, Monica rode Chandler and, most often, had another orgasm. Fifth, Monica would blow Chandler, usually drawing a second orgasm from him.
Monica said, playfully, "This is such a special night, I think we should mix things up." Chandler registered his assent with the simultaneous raising of eyebrows and penis. She grabbed the lube, climbed into bed, and sat back against the headboard. She poured some oil across her chest. Chander walked on his knees to her, straddled her, and spread the oil around. At the same time, Monica heavily oiled Chandler's cock.
Monica pushed her boobs together to create the love tunnel. Chandler inserted his cock in the bottom and slid it through until the tip showed above Monica's breasts. He thrust with vigor, and urged, "Tighter." Monica squished her boobs together as tightly as she comfortably could. She added to his thrusts by working her boobs downward on his upward stroke, and vice versa.
Monica added a layer of stimulation by looking up at him and smiling. Chandler moaned as he stroked. Monica then put the finishing touch on the boob job by coaxing him, "Fuck my tits. Fuck my tits! FUCK MY TITS! You wanna come in my mouth, baby?" Chandler nodded, dripping perspiration from his forehead onto her chest. "Come, baby, and I'll swallow it. I want to swallow your cum! Titfuck me and come in my mouth. I'll suck it out of you and swallow it for dessert!"
That was the last straw, Chandler pulled his cock from between her tits and pushed it toward her mouth. He used both hands on the back of her head to encourage her to ingest his cock. She inhaled his cock and sucked with all her might. She worked her way down to the base of his shaft. Inside her mouth, she worked her tongue on the underside of his penis. He vocalized, "Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ahhhh! AHHHHH!" announcing his ejaculation. Monica knew very well when he came because she felt spurts of semen shooting past her uvula and down her throat.
She pulled her head back, wiping his cock with her lips and tongue to clean off all of the semen. She swallowed, then deepthroated him and repeated the cleansing cycle three times. She let his cock slip from between her lips, looked up at him, and gulped hard. She washed it down with wine. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and cried, "Happy birthday, Chandler!"
He said, "Thank you! What's next?"
She moved down the bed, and said, "You lie back and recuperate. I'll handle everything." She straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto his cock. She moved carefully, for she had not used lubricant on her pussy, and she had sucked off most of the lubricant from his shaft. Once she had herself impaled as deeply as she could, she leaned forward to kiss him.
Monica rose back up, and commenced a complex dance. She twitched, twisted, and rotated her hips. Then, she arched her back and ground her clitoris against him forcefully. Now, she groaned. After a minute of that, she was ready to come. She thrust her hips forward fast and hard. When she climaxed, she dropped her head and groaned extravagantly.
