Friends: Deleted Scenes - Monica Gets A Letter
Rachel entered the apartment, and greeted her friends watching the football game. Joey and Monica were sitting at the kitchen table, and as Rachel sorted through the day's mail, she handed some to her roommate.
"Here ya go, Mon. I picked up the mail."
"Thanks," she replied, opening the envelopes. As she started to read a letter, a smile formed. Ross noticed her from his seat on the couch.
"Whatcha smiling about there, Mon?"
"Oh, nothing," she said as she folded the pages. She was answered by various calls of "Come on... Tell us..." coming from around the room.
"It's a letter, ok?" she said, trying to pass it off as nothing.
"What's it say?" Rachel pushed, "Must be something nice, to make you all smiley like that."
"Okay. I'll read you the first little bit," Monica said to placate them, " 'I see you around the neighborhood and I can't help but notice how beautiful you are.' There, satisfied?"
"Monica's got a boy-friend," Rachel sang, with the lilt of school-yard teasing.
"I didn't know you were dating anyone," Ross commented, "Who's the letter from?" Monica looked at the pages and envelope.
"Well... there's no name on it, and no return address. But the zip code is the same as ours."
"You... you don't know who it is? Monica, it could be a stalker!" Ross said.
Phoebe chimed it, "I had a stalker once. Well, not me, but Ursula. It was pretty fun." This elicited a dirty look from Ross.
"No... I had a stalker," Joey said, "And I'll tell ya... one letter does not a stalker make."
Everyone looked at him in disbelief.
"Pretty fancy words there, Joe," Chandler mocked as he sat in the big chair.
"Yeah, I'm auditioning for this Shakespeare part. And I guess the fancy talk just fits me. Don't thou think... eth?"
"OK, you've all pretty much ruined this. So I'm just going to read this later," Monica said as she put the letter in her back pocket. Everyone apologized and went back to what they were doing.
A few minutes later, Monica subtly went into her room, hoping that no one would notice she'd left. She pulled out the letter and sat on the bed to read it.
"I see you around the neighborhood and I can't help but notice how beautiful you are. Everything about you enthralls me. Your perfect face. Black hair. Stunning blue eyes. And a smile that would melt anyone."
Monica was smiling even bigger than before, as she read on.
"Your petite body is incredible. I especially love seeing you in a dress and high heels. And I think, 'She is so feminine... and so doable.' It may surprise you to read that. But I have to admit that I undress you with my eyes. I imagine that you are wearing stockings and elegant lingerie under your clothes. Pert breasts in a satin bustier. Shapely legs in silk. And I wish, every time, that I could undress you in person."
Monica didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable or complemented. But she actually enjoyed what she was reading. She wondered what that would be like, if this secret admirer did undress her.
"Even if you're surprised to read that you're totally fuckable, I know that you enjoy hearing it. I can tell that you are a very sexual woman. You have a great facade of being 'a good girl,' but it's obvious to me that you enjoy sex. You enjoy everything about sex. The closeness to another person. The feeling of touching skin. Knowing that you are pleasuring someone. And your orgasm. You love to cum, don't you, Monica?"
Monica was starting to get aroused by what she was reading. She quietly locked the door and undressed. Climbing into bed, she continued reading.
"Are you fucking any of the guys you hang out with? I know you're not doing the tall one. I think he's your brother, and you're kinky, but not a pervert. What about the other two, Monica? Have you ever fucked either one? Do you still let them bang you, once in a while? If they ask... really nice? Just thinking about it right now gets you hot, doesn't it? Your nipples are hard and your pussy's getting wet. Do you think about one of them when you masturbate?"
She had been caressing her breasts, and knew that they were quite alert. Monica slid a hand under the covers and between her legs, and found that she was indeed very wet. She thought about the dildos in her dresser, but decided not to get one.
"How about that blonde... your roommate? Rachel. I think that's her name. She has such a great body, doesn't she? Not as good as yours, but still very enticing. Do you fantasize about her? Do you imagine what it's like to caress her skin? Suckle her breasts? Lap at her pussy? Or maybe it's not just fantasy. Maybe you two have done it. Have you? Have you fucked her, Monica? Are you bisexual? Please tell me that's so."
Monica was rubbing her pussy, thinking about the times she and Rachel had made love.
"Yes, I do fuck Rachel. I... I am bisexual," Monica whispered to herself.
She was drawn to continue reading. Drawn to continue masturbating.
"In my mind, I can see you two in the shower. Warm water running over your naked bodies. Rubbing your tits against each other. Licking. Fingering. Cumming."
Monica's middle finger was diving in and out of her pussy. She was panting as her mouth hung open.
