Friends: Deleted Scenes - Cookies and Porn
Joey was enjoying his and Chandler's "new" apartment, having won a bet for Monica and Rachel's place. Ross and Phoebe were with him and Rachel was raving about some guy she met named Joshua. As she paused, Phoebe noticed a scent wafting in from the hall.
"Ooh, what do I smell?"
"I don't know," Joey replied, "it smells good."
Joey walked over to the door and opened it to investigate the yummy smell. Monica was standing in the doorway of their apartment with a plate of fresh cookies in her hand. She was holding a small fan and blowing the aroma across the hall. She quickly put the fan down, when she saw Joey and the others.
"Fresh cookies! Hot from the oven!" she smiled. "Please, have some!" Monica encouraged as they walked in the door.
"Oh, yumm!" Ross said, with the avid agreement of the others.
"Yeah, I've just been fiddling around in here making delicious treats for everyone."
Joey went to the kitchen counter, cookie in hand. "Wow! The new Playboy!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's just something I picked up," Monica said, acting like it was no big deal.
"Cookies and porn, you're the best mom ever!!" Ross teased his sister. She laughed. He grabbed a couple more cookies and started for the door. "Well, I'll see you all later."
"Wait! Wait! This isn't take-out!" Monica protested.
"But I've got to go pick up Ben. And the whole idea of looking at porn with my little sister... not so hot," he said as he left.
"It could be, ya know," Monica said, dejectedly to herself.
Phoebe got up to leave too. "Well, I hate to eat and run, but..."
Monica quickly stopped her. "No, wait, please don't go!" Her look brightened. "I've got porn for you too!"
"Really?" Phoebe asked, intrigued.
"Sure, sure, it's over there on the coffee table."
Phoebe and Rachel sat down on the couch. Joey was already sitting in the chair, thumbing through the Playboy. The girls looked at a small stack of magazines. The new Playgirl was on top.
"Ooo, yummy," Phoebe commented as she opened the pages.
"WOW! Look at the muscles on that guy," Rachel said.
"Um, HELLO!? You're looking at his muscles. Just look at the size of his dick!"
"Mmm, yeah...," Rachel relished, "I bet Joshua is that big."
Rachel had been lusting all day about a guy that became a customer of hers in Personal Shopping at Bloomingdales. She would have fucked him right there in the changing room, if she could have gotten away with it.
Monica stood in the kitchen smiling. She enjoying having people in their apartment, and being the hostess. She looked around the room at her friends, enjoying her cookies and porn.
"No need to stay in the kitchen," she said quietly, as she closed the apartment door.
Monica walked into the living room and knelt next to Joey's knees. She dangled her arm across his lap. As he held the magazine, she pushed it to the side, so she could look at it with him.
"Wow, Monica, I didn't know you like Playboy," Joey smiled.
Monica felt a bit embarrassed. "Well, it's not like I read it ALL the time. But the women in here are really pretty." She turned to a pictorial. "Wow, like her! DAMN!"
"Yeah, she is," Joey agreed. He flipped the page.
"I have some lingerie like that," Monica said, then caught herself, remembering that she was talking with Joey, and not Rachel.
"Oh yeah?" he smiled at the thought.
"Um, well... yeah... but I sure don't look like THAT in it," she said gesturing to the magazine.
"Oh, Mon, you could totally pose for Playboy."
"Really?" she asked, shyly.
"Hell, yeah! With your body? I'd look at ya!"
Monica smiled and thanked him, knowing that this really meant that Joey would gladly jack off to pictures of her. But she certainly wasn't offended at his complement. In fact, she was a little turned on that she could be a lust object for him.
As they looked at the models, Monica made several comments that were quite teasing to Joey.
"Oh, I love her hair..." and... "Nice tits. I bet she gets a lot of action... " and... "Is that a wedding ring? Now THAT'S hot!"
Monica noticed Joey's crotch swelling. She discretely placed her hand on it, pretending not to notice the bump, or Joey's look of surprise.
When she knew he was looking at the magazine again, Monica began rubbing his bulge, almost imperceptibly. Her motions gradually became more obvious, and they made eye-contact for a moment. She flipped to yet another beautiful woman.
"Just look at the ass on her," Monica said, drawing his eyes back to the picture.
Joey couldn't believe it. He'd never imagined that he and Monica would be looking at porn together, much less that she would be touching him like this.
Within moments, Joey felt his zipper going down. Still looking at the magazine, Monica was undoing his jeans!
"Omigod..." he thought, finding himself uncertain of what to do.
Her fingers pulled down his waistband, and hooked under his cock, bringing it upright. Monica slowly stroked him as he found the feature pictorial. The playmate was a blonde bombshell with long shapely legs in black stockings.
"Mmm, wouldn't ya like to have HER legs wrapped around you?" Monica said. Then seeing Joey's shocked look, she said quickly, "I mean, wrapped around you, Joey... not me."
Monica wasn't ready yet for him to know that she sometimes had sex with women. Yet, as he looked back at the model, Monica cleared her throat and said under her breath, "But maybe me..."
Rachel and Phoebe's attention was solely on the magazine in front of them. They had overheard Monica and Joey talking, but neither had noticed what she was doing to him. A page turned and the new guy was particularly enticing to Rachel.
"Oh wow!' she smiled as she pulled the magazine off the stack toward her.
This revealed the next magazine in the short stack of porn. It was the new issue of Hustler.
"Now, that's what I'm talkin' about," Phoebe commented, as she opened it.
Rachel was preoccupied with the pictures of the naked man in Playgirl. She was caressing her calf, while she imagined him doing it, gliding her fingertips over her knee, and partway up the inside of her thigh. She felt the softness of her nylons, and knew she was getting wet. Rachel debated whether she should go quietly to her room and masturbate, but then she saw that Monica was giving Joey a full-on hand job. And Rachel saw that Phoebe wasn't holding back from doing what she wanted either.
"Well, I guess everyone stays," she thought, smiling and looking back at her paper-man.
As they looked at the beautiful women in the magazine, Monica glanced over at the dick in her hand. A small wet spot had oozed out of the little slit. She quickly leaned in and licked it off with the tip of her tongue.
Joey's focus was immediately drawn away from the pictures. He had almost a frightened look on his face. He looked over at Phoebe and Rachel, wondering if they saw that. Thankfully, both were "busy" with their porn.
Rachel was sitting with her knees slightly apart, unknowingly giving Joey a glimpse up her skirt. He couldn't see very much though, since a shadow was hiding "the good stuff." But she was gently sucking on her finger as she enjoyed her lustful thoughts. "Mmm, sexy," he thought.
Phoebe was much further along, as she read her dirty magazine on the couch beside Rachel. Her loose black pants were already down below her knees. She had pulled her panties to the side and was rubbing her clit.
His gaze lingered on Phoebe for a moment, then he slowly looked back at Monica. As her lips floated close to his cock, her eyes looked up at him. She looked down, almost shyly, as her mouth covered his head.
Monica slowly dragged her lips over his flesh... and off, as she finished with a kiss. Then without looking at him a second time, she opened her mouth and took in much more of him.
Slowly and quietly, she slid her lips up and down his shaft, glancing up a couple times to see if he was enjoying it. His look said it all. Her eyes smiled at him as she gave Joey's cock a couple more good sucks.
Monica draped herself across his lap, stroking his dick. She brought her face as close to his as she could, but bashfully looked at his chest.
"Cookies, porn, and oral sex... Think you wanna hang out more at Monica's?" she asked.
"Hell, yeah!"
She smiled, and crawled around his leg, kneeling upright between his knees. Monica peeked over at Phoebe and Rachel. Left to their own devices, they certainly weren't watching her and Joey. She looked down at the floor, wondering how far to take this. Then with a look of decision, she began pulling up her shirt.
Monica was wearing a long-sleeve medium brown top with an embroidered tan pattern across the front. It was tight fitting, as most of her clothes were those days, and it hugged her full breasts and her slim torso and arms.
She eased it farther up her stomach. With crossed arms, Monica slightly stretched it out to take it past her tits, and then over her head.
As her arms raised up, Joey saw the wonderful lift to her breasts. She brought her arms down, and pulled the sleeves off, hands out in front of her. He saw how her breasts pushed together, enhancing her cleavage.
Monica saw him gawking and she smiled. She ran her fingers through her cropped black hair to straighten it, then reached around back to the clasp on her brown bra. Joey watched intently as his friend bared her breasts, just for him.
"Way better than a Playboy," he muttered, abandoning the magazine to the side.
Monica laughed as she dropped her bra on the floor.
"You can touch 'em, if ya want," she said demurely.
Joey reached out and cupped one, then leaning forward, he took the other. As Monica watched his hands, Joey gently massaged her breasts.
"Mmm, yeah, Joey," she whispered.
He rubbed his thumb across her nipple, bringing it to a peak.
"Way better than a Playboy," he whispered again.
With determination, Monica pushed him back into the chair. She leaned in and held Joey's dick straight up, in both hands.
Looking at him, she ran the flat of her tongue all the way up from the base of his shaft, then brought her mouth over the top and lustily sucked. Soon, she was panting heavily through her nose.
"Ohhh, Mon," he groaned.