The night had gone even better than Monica had hoped. It was light outside when Monica woke up. She lay there, getting her bearings, gradually realizing who, what, when, where and why. She got up, put on silk pajamas, and quietly slipped out of the room. She tackled the wreckage of the night before with the gusto she reserved for cleaning. When she saw that Chandler had laid the red negligee over a chair, she smiled. What a night!
Monica had the apartment almost completely refreshed when Chandler staggered to the bathroom, nude. When he came out, Monica held the lapel of her pajamas out to him and gave him a scolding look. He said, "Oh, right!" He returned to the bedroom, and came out moments later in his new pajamas. They met in the middle of the living room, embraced, and kissed.
He said, proudly, "Gotcha!"
She smiled and pinched his cheeks, "You sure did! Twice!" They tightened their embrace and she rested her chin on his shoulder and said, into his ears, "I think that was the hardest you've ever pounded me, darling. Congratulations." She pulled back, saying, "I left the rug untouched so you could see what you did."
He looked down to see a Monica-shaped depression in the rug. They both laughed. She said, "Unless you're hungry right now, why don't we call Ross and Rachel and see if they want to go to brunch?"
"Sure." Chandler felt so manly that he had the urge to strut about with his trophy. Monica texted Rachel so as not to awaken them so early. Contacting Ross really meant going through Rachel, just as messages for Chandler went through Monica. Monica was so happy, she hugged Chandler again and said, "You fucked my brains out. Thank you."
"Thank you." He felt Monica reach to find his cock. She had noticed it creating a slight bulge in his silk pajamas. She kneeled on the sheepskin, pulled his pajama bottoms down, and licked his unit all over. He threw off his pajama tops and looked down at her lovingly. She turned her face up to him, smiling. Maintaining eye contact, with a mischievous look, she stuck out her tongue and plastered it to underside of his cockhead. He gasped. She swallowed him whole and began to blow him seriously. He was still worn from last night, but he enjoyed it anyway. The ringing of the phone interrupted them. Monica had to get up to reach the phone.
"Hey, Rachel, how 'bout it?" "Sure!" "Sure!" "Hey, let's get dressed up like ladies and gentlemen this time, okay?" "What will you wear?" "Uh-huh. I'll wear my black and yellow dress." "Okay, see you then."
Monica turned to Chandler, and said, "Jacket and tie, please. We're going to the Bristol at ten."
At ten o'clock, the brunch at the Bristol was just opening up. The four sat down, and got their champagne flutes filled. They all raised their glasses to the center of the round table and clinked them together. Monica said, 'I love getting to brunch early, before it's been picked over. I especially like plunging a serving spoon into an untouched, virgin dish."
Chandler and Ross both perked up involuntarily at the word "virgin." Ross said, "A little Freudian, there, Monica."
Rachel set down her champagne and said, "Okay, we're clearly dealing with 'Manic Monica' today. What's got you in such a good mood?"
Monica laughed and reached out to hold Chandler's hand. He listened with inward pride and outward embarrassment as she said, "Oh, nothing. Some guy porked me three times last night, is all."
Ross said, in exasperation, "My sister."
Rachel said, "Three times? I would need to see video evidence, or the testimony of a corroborating witness."
Monica looked at Chandler, and squeezed his hand. He sighed, and said, "Yes, I guess it was three times."
Rachel said, "You guess? Okay, spill it, what happened?"
Monica sat upright and said, "He did me twice missionary, and once cowgirl. It was three separate porks."
"Orgasms?"
"He twice, and me once."
Rachel raised her glass, saying, "Congratulations. Not too shabby." Monica and Chandler did the arms intertwined toast, perfectly executed. Rachel saw that, and moved to do it with Ross. They had never done it before, together, and they bumped their arms clumsily.
Rachel said, "Rats! We need to work on that, honey."
Chandler said, "Monica put me through boot camp, learning that thing. Like close quarter drills."
Rachel snickered, "That's funny. 'Close quarter drill' sounds like a euphemism for sex." They laughed.
Monica cried, "Let's hit the buffet!"
Each of the four had his or her own strategy to assault a buffet. Monica first surveyed every available item, including desserts, so as to make fully-informed choices. Chandler went straight to his favorite item, and worked his way down from there. Ross tried to take a tiny bit of as many different dishes as possible. Rachel strove to assemble a balanced, nutritious meal.
