Friends: Deleted Scenes - Rachel's Book
"Hello, Zelda."
Rachel was sitting at the counter and looked up from the checkbook she was balancing. She saw Joey, standing by the door to his room. He was wearing a hockey helmet, gloves, and shin guards. All evening, Joey had been teasing her over the erotic novel he had found in her room earlier that day.
"Who are you supposed to be?" she asked with marginal toleration.
"The vicar!"
"Do you even know what a vicar is?" Rachel asked, already knowing the answer.
"Like a goalie, right?"
"Yeah," said with sarcastic agreement. Then she went on, showing her frustration. "Look Joey, it's enough all right?! You keep making these stupid jokes and this sleazy innuendoes and it's... I'm not... it's just not funny anymore!"
"All right, I'm sorry. Rach I... Rach I'm sorry." Joey moved across the room toward her, but she just stood and started walking to her room. "Okay? I'm sorry! Maybe I can make up for it by..." He couldn't stifle his giggles as he finished his sentence. "...taking you roughly in the barn."
Rachel turned and gave him a challenging look. "All right! Y'know what? That's it! You wanna do it?! Let's do it!"
"Huh?" he replied, uncertain he was hearing her correctly.
She started to move closer to him. "That's right, I wanna do it with you! I've been trying to fight it, but you just said all the right things."
Joey backed away from her, until he bumped into the counter. He placed a stool between them as he replied, "I-I-I-I did?"
She moved the stool out of the way and advanced on him. "Yeah! Ohh, I've been waitin' so long to get on that body!"
"This body?" he said, backing into the kitchen with a demeanor of obvious discomfort at the situation.
"Yeah that's right!" Rachel affirmed as she prowled toward him. "Come on Joey; sex me up!"
The words stumbled out of his mouth as he stepped backward. "Hey-hey, you're startin' to sound like the butcher's wife there in... in chapter seven."
"Oh, come on now, don't keep me waiting," she said enticingly as she closed the distance between them. "Get those clothes off! But, I would keep that helmet on because you're in for a rough ride!"
Joey backed into the door, unable to get away from his aggressive roommate. "I don't want to, I'm scared," he said quietly.
Rachel feigned sweet innocence. "Ohhh... come on, Joey. How could a big strong man like you be scared of little ol' me?" She moved in close to him, caressing his cheek. "Is your head telling you 'No'..." Her hand moved down to his crotch. "... while your head is telling you 'YES!"?"
Joey could only stammer as Rachel fondled him through his pants. She smiled as she stared deep into his eyes, making him even more nervous. He had never been with a woman this assertive, and he really didn't know how to act. The sexy blonde decided to use the turned-tables to her full advantage. Her mouth slammed against his as she forced a kiss on him. His head went back into the door, with a loud thud.
"See?" she said with a nasty smile, "Told ya you'd need that helmet."
Rachel pressed her breasts into his chest, her body pushing him against the door. With this and her continued handling, the flesh in his pants was soon a firm rod.
"I see that SOME part of you is saying 'yes'," she said as she kept rubbing up and down the length of the bulge in the fabric. "Hmmm... let's see what the great Joey Tribbiani has to offer me."
She slipped both hands inside the front of his pants. "Ohmigod," he mumbled.
"What's wrong, Joey?" she asked in her innocent voice.
"Well, it's just that... your hands are cold," he said, embarrassed.
"Oh, well how about we just warm them up. I hear that rubbing is good for warming the hands."
The slim fingers of her right hand wrapped around his shaft, as her left hand slid lower and cupped his balls. She began slowly caressing Joey, eliciting a whimper that she'd never heard from him before. She continued staring at him, watching his reactions.
"Is that better?" she asked with her knowing little smirk.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, trying to look anywhere but into Rachel's eyes.
"I don't think my hands are quite warm enough yet. I better keep rubbing them, huh?"
"OH yeah," was his energetic answer.
Joey couldn't believe that his hot girl-roommate was giving him a handjob. He'd always considered her sexy, but he never realized how erotic she could be. He closed his eyes, as he concentrated on the hands in his pants. The gentle stroking. The soft touches. He wondered if he should feel guilty... if somehow he should be thinking about someone other than his friend, Rachel... even though it was her who was masturbating him. He had joked about it sometimes, but he never thought that they would ever...
"Oh, no," Rachel said with false disappointment.
"What?" he asked.
"I think my hands made him cold. I guess I just have to warm him up some other way, huh? And maybe introduce myself. What's his name? 'The Little General'?"
Without waiting for a response, her body slithered down his. She pushed his pants down as she went. The side of her head rested on his pelvis as she spoke to his penis.
"Hello, Mr. General. My name's Rachel. It's so nice to meet you. Mind if I give you a little kiss?"
A quick smooch to the side soon became a barrage of wet open-mouth kisses all over Joey's shaft. Her manicured nails gently slid along the skin of his sack, his balls held tightly within.
"Hmmm," she said with a pause, "I wonder if this big, hard dick will even fit inside my little mouth? Hmmm... but ya know, Joey, there's only one way to find out."
Joey felt his head immediately engulfed in warm wetness. "AAAWWWWHHHH," Joey groaned as he cradled her head in the gloves, mussing her hair. His gaze shifted from the middle of the ceiling, downward to his friend. The magnificent sight of his hard dick inside Rachel's mouth. Her lips wrapped firmly around it. Stunning blue-green eyes looking up at him.
Rachel purred her pleasure at what she'd found, and soon was sliding her mouth back and forth on it. She pulled it out with a pop, then began licking all around the shaft. Back in her mouth for a few quick bobs, then out again, with her tongue taking over the duties.