Friends: Deleted Scenes - Choosing a Groomsman
Chandler paced back and forth in the kitchen. He was fretting over Rachel's choice of Ross to be her groomsman in Phoebe's wedding that day. It was a last minute decision, and Chandler was trying to figure out how to get Rachel to change her mind. He stopped in mid-step, as she walked in.
"Hi," Rachel said, nonchalantly. She was wearing her green floral bathrobe and little socks, obviously in the middle of getting ready for the evening ceremony.
"Hey, can I talk to you about this groomsman thing?" Chandler asked. She paused to listen. "If you pick Ross, he'll walk you down the aisle just fine. But if you choose me... you'll be getting some comedy!"
Rachel pretended to consider it for a moment. "Even so, I think I'm gonna pick Ross," she said decisively.
"Let me tell you why you need to pick me," he began to explain as he went around the couch. He sat on it, facing into the kitchen. Rachel pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him, as he went on. "See, when I was a kid, I was always left out of everything, you know, and it really made me feel... insecure. You know, I was always picked last in gym. Even behind that big fat exchange student who didn't even know the rules to baseball. I mean, this guy would strike out and then run to third. Anyway, if I'm the only one left out of this wedding, I just know that all those feelings are gonna come rushing back."
Rachel's heartstrings were tugged by his story, but nonetheless she began to explain that she had already told Ross that he would be in the wedding.
"Chandler, I just-"
Sensing her oncoming rejection, he quickly took a desperate stab in the dark.
"If you pick me," he interrupted, "I will give you an orgasm."
"WHAT?" she said, taken aback and quite uncertain that she'd heard him correctly.
"That's right," he said, reaching across the couch, taking her hand, and gently leading her around to him. "I will give you an orgasm. Right here. Right now."
Rachel chuckled slightly at the seeming absurdity of the promise. She sat down on the couch. "Look, Chandler, you can't just 'give me an orgasm'."
"Oh, but I think I can," he said trying to act all debonair, as he took a place on the coffee table across from her. "Monica's taught me some very good things."
"Well, but still, you ju-" Rachel stopped in mid-sentence as the thought sunk in. "Uh, what do you..." she cleared her throat nervously, "what do you mean 'very good things'?"
"Oh, I'm talkin' things that make her moan.... things that make her scream... things that make her beg for more... Let's just say... the crowd goes wild!"
Rachel paused, trying to imagine just what Chandler was capable of doing, now that Monica had taught him what a woman truly likes. But then she forced herself back to reality.
"Yes, but speaking of Monica... your wife... she's just two doors away, and... and what would she think if she walked in and... you and I were, were going at it on the couch."
"Well, first... she's too busy gloating to Phoebe over the whole wedding mess - so I'm betting she won't be back for a good hour or so. And second, I know she boffs Joey once in a while, so..." He smiled at his wife's best friend. "...why can't you and I get a little action goin'?"
"Huh..." Rachel uttered quietly with a pondering look. She had wondered about Monica and Joey, having caught the occasional glances between the two, at Central Perk, or in one or the other of their apartments. She'd questioned to herself about the meanings of those fleeting looks.
And Rachel had walked in on them one afternoon, and the two obviously had just separated quickly from an embrace. Both had very guilty expressions.
Then there was the time she found a sexy pair of women's underwear on the floor of Joey's room. Normally that wouldn't have raised an eyebrow, but it seemed to her that she'd seen the lingerie before - but not on Joey's floor. And late one night from what Rachel heard through the wall, Joey obviously had a girl in his room, and the woman's moans sounded vaguely familiar. Now it all made sense.
"Well, you are right across the hall..." Rachel contemplated, realizing just why things weren't going anywhere in her pursuit of Joey. And truthfully she hadn't had a guy in FAR too long of a time.
Taking this as a good sign, Chandler reached forward and glided his hands along her cheeks, cupping her heart-shaped face in his hands. He looked at her for a moment. So beautiful.
Weeks before, Rachel had colored her hair again; this time going for a highlighted honey brown. And this morning for the wedding, she had styled her locks in full-bodied waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Her long bangs were parted to the side and draped over her forehead, just above her right eye. Those eyes. Those jewel-like blue-green eyes. Perfect lips and little mouth. Cute dimples that accompanied her sexy smile. Rachel was one of the few women Chandler knew who could compete with his wife's beauty.
He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, which became more passionate as she responded. Their eyes closed and their tongues played together as she moved towards him. Rachel could feel her nipples hardening. In getting ready for Phoebe's wedding, Rachel hadn't yet put on a bra. Every small movement caused her sensitive tips to brush against the inside of her robe. It was like a highly erotic tickle shooting through her breasts.
As they kissed, Chandler's hands slipped down her arms to her lap. He caressed her trim thighs through her pale green robe. They both inhaled deeply and passionately; their lips never losing contact. His hands kneaded her toned legs, further showing his desire for her.
Rachel played with the four heavy vertical ridges that ran in the fabric along the right side of Chandler's sweater. Her finger tips traveled the grooves from his shoulder, down his chest, and languidly back up again. She took his head in her hands, and moaned softly in his mouth, letting him know that she wanted this to go further. Then her graceful fingers rested on his shoulders.
His hands slowly moved upward, until he cupped her breasts. She purred faintly as he held them, unhurriedly caressing them through the fabric.
On and on, Rachel made out with her best friend's husband, feeling him tantalize her body. Her pussy gradually moistened, as she imagined him sliding into her. They continued exploring each other's mouth, as Chandler's hands slipped downward and he hooked his fingers into the belt of her robe. The single overhand half-knot easily gave way as he slowly pulled. The top of her robe had been wrapped tightly around her. The two halves now fell open slightly.
Smoothly, Chandler slipped to his knees in front of her. He broke their kiss, and placed his fingers on her lips. Rachel swallowed hard, still in a bit of a daze, and opened her eyes. Chandler slowly ran his fingers over her chin and down her neck, watching their path the whole time. Rachel stared at his face. She was truly amazed that Chandler had learned to be so... romantic!
His fingertips glided on her chest, and gradually made their way between her breasts, which were still covered within her open robe. She wondered for a moment if he was going to open it, but almost to her disappointment, his hand kept moving downward.
It brushed across her tummy, and she flinched and giggled. "That tickles," she said, explaining the obvious.
"Sorry," he replied with a warm smile.
