Chandler's family lived just outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Monica had met Chandler's brothers and parents once, at his Columbia graduation. A cousin was getting married, and Chandler was eager to parade his gorgeous companion before the whole family.
Chandler's mother, Nora, and his father, Charles, were long since divorced, and both remarried. They both lived in the Pittsburgh area. Nora had been married fifteen years to Kent. Charles had been married four years to Carla, who was thirty, and hot, in a barfly-trailer trash sort of way. Nora and Charles could be civil as long as they didn't speak to one another. The wedding was on Nora's side of the family. Charles was not invited.
Chandler had a brother, Tom, two years older, and married to Janet. He also had a brother, Jim, four years younger, with a long-time girlfriend, Katy. Chandler and Monica would stay in his mother's guest room, which had once been Chandler's room. Tom and Jim lived locally.
On the morning of the wedding, Chandler and Monica visited Charles and Carla at their house. Charles loved Monica immediately. His son, landing such a gorgeous woman! Carla said nice things, but didn't care for Monica. Carla felt competitive with Monica because they were only four years apart in age. Also, Monica was patrician, educated, and classy, everything Carla was not. Monica was younger. Monica had no tattoos. Monica was prettier.
Chandler's mother and stepfather loved Monica from the first glance. Their first view of Monica was her being escorted into the house by Chandler, and hanging affectionately on his arm. Nora saw in Monica her future grandchildren; beautiful, smart, well-educated, and nice. Like most men, Kent gushed over this beautiful girl who had it all. At one point, Nora looked at Kent and said, "Easy, tiger, she's spoken for."
Tom and Jim looked upon Monica and nodded, slowly, silently declaring "Way to go, Chandler!" They both earned elbows from their women.
The wedding featured an open bar. Chandler, the designated driver, had only one glass of champagne, for the toast. Monica, Janet and Katy were getting along great, and resolved to get drunk. Tom and Jim drank moderately. By evening, the three girls were sloshed.
Chandler took care of Monica. He cut off her alcohol, and poured as much water in to her as possible, along with some coffee. She slurred her words, and walked with difficulty. Chandler escorted her to the edge of the event space, which was held in a park-like setting. The wedding had gotten Monica in a romantic mood.
Monica and Chandler stood, embracing, in the transition area between light and dark. They groped each other outrageously. Monica tried to disrobe Chandler. For his part, he had freed one of her breasts from her dress, and was devouring it. Monica said, "C'mon, Shander. Fuck me. Jist fuck me." That sounded good to Chandler, who looked about and maneuvered Monica to a private area behind some trees. Once there, he attacked her other breast.
He let her drop his pants to the grass at their feet. She slumped, limply, in his arms. He struggled to support her. She ended up on her knees, and reached for his cock. He wasn't sure if she had collapsed because she was drunk, or had been trying to drop to her knees. At any rate, she was there. She mumbled something, opened wide, and placed her mouth over and around his cock. The head she gave was sloppy, slobbery, and disorganized. She even grazed him with her teeth a couple of times. Chandler Bing learned that blowjobs are like pizza; a poor one is still pretty good.
Chandler looked around vigilantly, not wanting an audience. Occasionally, Monica would pause to say something unintelligible. Chandler broke into a huge smile. What a situation! Look at me, a gorgeous woman sucking me at a wedding! Chandler realized that he was too nervous to climax, so he called it a win, and said "Monica, we're going to stand up, now, okay?"
Chandler helped her struggle to her feet. He adjusted her clothes to conceal her breasts. She looked fine. He pulled up his pants, and escorted Monica back into the light. He got her seated at their table, and went to fetch coffee. Chandler wished that he was home, alone, with Monica. Her drunkenness gave her a vulnerability that he had never seen in her. It triggered in him his protective instincts. He longed to be in bed with her, safe and snuggling.
