Friends: Deleted Scenes - Just One More Time
Ross and Rachel cuddled on the couch, one late evening, watching the last part of a classic movie. The door to Monica's bedroom opened and she walked through the otherwise empty apartment, to the bathroom.
"Getting ready for bed, Mon?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna take a nice hot shower. Y'know, work out the kinks of the day," she said.
Ross' eyes followed her, and saw that she was wearing a silk robe. It was red, with black satin lapels, and matching black trim on the breast and hip pockets. It looked very much like a long feminine version of a smoking jacket. Ross assessed that much in the first two seconds. The rest of the time that he watched her walk, he secretly tried to decide if she was wearing a bra and panties under it, or if she was nude.
Rachel noticed him looking, and smiled to herself, almost reading his mind. Since the impromptu sex party a few weeks before, she had discreetly encouraged both brother and sister to do it again with each other. But they both held to their agreement that it would remain a one-time happening. Rachel thought that now might be the opportunity that both siblings were secretly wanting.
"Know what I've been thinking about lately, honey?" she purred sweetly as she snuggled against him.
"Uh, what's that, Rach?"
"That little 'party' we all had a while ago... that was pretty hot, huh?"
"Ummm... uh, yeah," he laughed nervously, "It, uh, it sure was."
She ran her hand along his thigh. "Yeah, it was pretty damn hot... know what the best part was? It was watching you and Mon."
Ross cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "It, uh, it was, huh?"
"Oh yeah," she said with subtle enthusiasm, "you two were incredible together... it was so erotic... watching you both... Mon was... wow, stunning in that business suit... and then in just her lingerie... She has such great legs. I like it when she wears stockings," she said, trying to sound casual. "D'you?"
"Um, sorry, what?" Ross replied, startled out of his thoughts about his sister on that night.
Rachel looked at him, giving him a little smile. "I said, do you like Monica's legs in stockings? Come on... you can tell me..."
"Well, I've only seen them that, that one time... but, uh, well, yeah," he said self-consciously.
Rachel put her head back down on his shoulder. "Yeah, I figured you do, too. She is so beautiful."
They heard the shower turn on. Ross looked over his shoulder at the bathroom door, knowing that regardless of what Monica was wearing under her robe, now she certainly had to be in the buff. He imagined the water running down her naked body, recalling that sight from the shower surprise that she and Rachel gave him a couple months back. He thought about Monica rubbing her body as she lathered up, and rinsed off. Touching her perfect breasts. Rubbing between her legs. Caressing her small butt. Feeling her slim thighs and calves. That face... those eyes... that mouth.
Rachel caressed his leg, and slowly moved her hand to the bulge in his pants. They both pretended to watch the movie as she rubbed him, knowing what he was thinking.
Without looking at him, Rachel barely whispered, "It's too bad you two haven't done it since then..."
"Uh huh," he said quietly, lost in thought.
The movie ended, and Rachel slowly reached for the remote, not wanting to disturb Ross' erotic thoughts.
The shower turned off. Rachel stood, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and then kissed Ross.
"I think I'm gonna read in bed a while. Y'know... you don't HAVE to come to bed... not right away..."
Leaving him with a passionate kiss, Rachel strolled into her bedroom and shut the door.
Ross sat there, wondering if Rachel really meant what he THOUGHT she meant. "No," he mumbled to himself, wanting to shake off the feelings. But quickly the word, "maybe" entered his mind. He looked back at the bathroom door, thinking about the sexy woman who was drying herself off on the other side.
Ross stood up, and took a couple steps. He hesitated, and looked at Rachel's bedroom door.
"Would she really be okay with this?" he mumbled. Then he replayed her every word again. "She had to have meant this..."
With summoned resolve, Ross walked to the bathroom door, and paused before knocking.
"Come in," Monica's voice beckoned. He poked his head in, and saw that she was wearing only a bath towel, wrapped around her body and tucked in at her chest. "What's up, Ross?" she asked.
"Well, um," he laughed uneasily as he stepped inside, and closed the door, "Rachel and I were just talking on the couch, and um... she seems to think that we're pretty stupid for not... you know... uh, since then." He laughed again, trying to seem nonchalant.
"Well," Monica replied, trying to control her own nerves, "what do YOU think about us, um, doing it... I mean... hypothetically."
"I think, uh... I think it would be pretty, um, pretty damn good," he said with added commitment.
"You do?" Monica sought confirmation of her own desires.
"Well, yes... yes, Monica, I do. I want... I want to do it again... I want to do it again with you, right now. Just, just one more time," Ross said with surprising firmness.
With obvious relief, Monica sighed, "Oh good. I want to do it once more, too. I've been wanting that since... well, since the next day."
She smiled shyly. Ross' tension melted away.
"Well, all right, then... we, um, we both want to do it... so how..."
"First things first," Monica confidently answered his unasked question as she strode to him, and unbuckled his pants. His dick was already hard from Rachel's subtle attention. Monica now held it in her hand, and slowly stroked him. "I've been wanting THIS prick in MY mouth for like, a month!"
She sat down on the edge of the tub, and pulled him over by the dick. She held onto his shaft, her big blue eyes looking up at him. A sweet smile caused her face to nearly glow.
"You sure you want to do this?" she asked, checking one last time.
