Monica hosted a Superbowl party in her apartment. Well, it was a pretty subdued party. Her father, Ross's father, Ross, and Joey were the guests. Each of them had a woman delighted that their man was watching football anywhere else, except for Joey. Joey brought a date to the party. Her name was Gia, and she was already half plastered when she arrived. Gia gave all the guys a run for their money as far as beer consumption went. By the end of the first quarter, Gia was lying on the floor, semi-conscious.
Gia had long blonde hair. She was tall, about five-eight, and shapely. A very sexy girl, indeed. Monica warned, "Joey, she'd better not vomit on my carpet!" Joey and Ross hauled Gia to her feet, and moved her across the hall to Joey's apartment. His roommate was at another Superbowl party. They lay her on Joey's bed.
Joey said, "Help me undress her, Ross."
Ross balked, "Me? Help you undress your date?" Ross was terribly embarrassed, but he nevertheless helped Joey strip Gia nude. Admiring their handiwork, Ross said, "My God, is she hot, Joey! I would sooooo fuck her right now."
Joey said, "Go ahead, Ross! She's all yours, if you want her. I've already had her, and I want to watch the game, anyway."
Ross was bashful. He looked over his shoulder, as if Rachel was behind him, watching. Reluctantly, he followed Joey back to Monica's party.
The five men were in a rollicking good mood, with the game, the beer, Monica's great cuisine, and the absence of their other halves. They had grown increasingly crude, as if they were in a college locker room. When Joey and Ross returned, Dr. Greene asked, "Is Gia going to be okay, boys?"
Joey said, "She's practically passed out on my bed, so she should be fine." A few minutes later, when Monica was in the bathroom, Joey confided, "Guys, she's over there, stoned to the bone. If anyone wants to go grab a piece of her, you're welcome. I'm not going to see her again, anyway. Oh, and there's condoms on the nightstand."
Leonard Greene had been thinking along similar lines. He looked over his shoulder, and said, "I'd better go check on her." He left under a barrage of abuse from the other men. Leonard missed much of the second quarter, but he returned looking flushed and wide-eyed. Monica asked him, "Doctor Greene, is Gia okay? We were about to send a search party for you."
Greene waved his hand, "Oh, she's fine, Monica. I just thought I should spend a little time with her, just to be sure."
The other four men stifled laughs at this outrageous claim. Jack Geller quipped, "So, Doctor, what was the result of your examination, other than a happy ending for you?"
The men laughed, but Monica scolded her father, "Dad! That's out of line." All five men chuckled at Monica's innocence. Monica took a phone call in her bedroom, and the men took the opportunity to grill Leonard.
Jack asked, "You did her, didn't you?"
Leonard smiled sheepishly, and said, "I'll never tell. Let's just say that you're crazy if you don't take a turn on her yourselves." The others howled.
Jack said, "Guys, if Monica comes out before I return, tell her I am taking my turn—at watching over a vulnerable girl."
Ross was aghast, "Dad!?" Jack waved his son off impatiently.
Jack walked into Joey's apartment. The bedroom door stood open. He surveyed Gia laying there. She was beautiful to his tired eyes. As a rule, he did not cheat on Sandra, but he convinced himself that this was different. He had had too many beers, it was a party atmosphere, and Leonard Greene had been the one to break the ice.
Jack returned to the front door to lock it from the inside. As he stood over the inert Gia, he stripped off all his clothes, except his socks. He got down on his knees at her feet, and spread her legs. He had to maintain a little pressure on them to keep her legs apart, until he had positioned himself between them. He put his erection at the entrance to her vagina, and entered her. He gasped at the novel feeling. This girl was barely old enough to drink, according to Joey. Jack pushed his thick cock into Gia. When he reached maximum depth, he sighed heavily.
Jack remained motionless, inside her, for a while, savoring the moment. He pulled his cock halfway out, and then slammed it home again. He repeatedly thrust into her until he achieved orgasm. His face was tortured. It looked as if he was having a stroke. For a moment, Jack suspected he might truly be having a stroke. His semen poured into the girl, who seemed to take no notice of it. When he was finished, Jack dressed in record time, and rushed back to Monica's.
Jack Geller returned to his daughter's apartment to a rain of derision and ridicule.
