Friends: Deleted Scenes - Rah, Rah, Ross
"Rachel, I'm here," Ross called out as he entered the apartment that his girlfriend and sister shared. Rachel had invited him over that Saturday. It was a beautiful summer morning. Monica would be gone shopping all day and Rachel had planned something special for Ross.
"I'm in my bedroom," she replied. "Come, see."
Ross smiled to himself as he crossed the room and opened her door.
The day before, Rachel had gone to her parent's house on Long Island to get some of her old things out of storage. She had grabbed "Wham" and "Frankie Goes To Hollywood" posters, and they now hung on the wall. And some stuffed animals, the kind that high-school girls sometimes have, were scattered around the room and on the bed. But, the most surprising "flash from the past" stood right in front of him.
Rachel was wearing her cheerleader outfit from Lincoln High School. A tight red sweater-top with sleeves just past her elbows, and a large letter "L" across the front. A matching short pleated skirt showed much of her tanned legs. Little anklet socks and white tennis shoes completed the ensemble. As a final touch, her hair was up in a school-girl ponytail.
"What's this?" he asked, closing the door.
"Chandler told me that in High School you always wanted to... how did he say it... 'pop a cheerleader's cherry'."
Ross laughed nervously. "Well, I think pretty much every guy in every High School wanted to do that."
She went on, "Something told me that the cheerleader you wanted was me." She smiled sweetly.
"Um, yeah... totally."
She moved in close to him. "So, do you want to pop my cherry today?"
He could only stammer, "Um, uh... well, uh, yeah!" Rachel giggled.
"Okay, so, I'm going to be 'Rachel the Virgin Cheerleader'. Are you 'Ross the High School Science Guy', or 'Doctor Geller the Museum Sex God'?"
"Um... the second one."
Rachel ran her hands on his chest.
"Oooo, the second one. So you want to be a Museum Sex God who bangs little virgin cheerleaders, huh? Tell me, Ross," she went on, nastily, "do you ever see these girls on their school field-trips to the museum? Sexy little cheer outfits? Teasing you with their tight little bodies? Making you wonder what's under their sweaters... under their short skirts?"
Ross cleared his throat nervously. His eyes were riveted on her lips as she was saying these words.
"Well... no... um... yeah... uh, something like that," he said, realizing Rachel wanted to hear him admit that. Rachel kissed him, seductively.
"Well today, I'm gonna make you forget all about those other teenie-bopper girls."
She stepped back from him and her demeanor changed completely. Rachel put her thumbnail between her teeth, as she gave him an innocent look.
"Gee, Doctor Geller, I sure would like to see some of the bones you have at the museum. Can you show me your very best bone?"
Ross chuckled at how silly her dialog was, but he loved where it was going. He opened his jeans and took out his cock. It was still fairly flaccid.
"I thought bones were long and hard. That looks pretty long, but it's not very hard," she said.
"Well, let me teach you about this bone, Rachel," he began, going along with the role-play. "You see, it has very special properties."
He took her hand and wrapped it around his penis.
"It will get very hard, when you apply pressure with a gentle motion."
Holding her fingers around his dick, Ross used Rachel's hand to masturbate himself. His member grew in her fist.
"Wow, Doctor Geller! I never learned that in Health class," she teased.
He let go and she continued stroking him, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
After a couple minutes, Rachel spoke, "Can I ask you a question, Dr. Geller? My dad says that my cheer sweater is too tight, and that it just make every boy in school want to feel my breasts. Do you think it's too tight?"
Ross looked at the curves of her pert breasts, accentuated by the stretchy fabric.
"Not at all, Miss Green. In fact, I think there may be plenty of room underneath your sweater. But I should probably check, just to make sure."
Ross smiled as he slid his hand under Rachel's light-weight sweater, pulling it up a ways, and feeling her perfect breast through her thin bra. Her hard nipple poked through the cotton. His hand traveled around back and was joined by its mate to unclasp her bra.
His hands moved to the front where he cupped a tit in each hand, gently rubbing them. Rachel always loved the way his hands gripped her breasts.
"Oh, Dr. Geller... that feels so good," she purred.
They enjoyed each other's bodies like this for a few moments before Rachel spoke again.
"Should I kiss it? Because Jenny Soloman says that a guy always likes to have a girl kiss his thing."
"Well, Jenny Soloman is a very smart girl."
Rachel bent over and gave it a quick smooch.
"Like that?"
"No, a bit more than that. Maybe you should be on your knees for this, Rachel."
Rachel knelt in front of him. She rubbed the smooth skin of her chin, forehead, and face all over his now-hard dick. Then she kissed the side, beginning as small pecks, then working into full open-mouth kisses.
"Don't forget the head, Rachel," Ross admonished.
She laughed like a ditzy teenage girl.
"Oh, yeah... sorry."
Wet kisses were generously applied, though she made sure that she didn't put it in her mouth... not yet. She wanted to tease him as long as she could.
"Next, Rachel, you should lick it."
"Lick it, really?" she replied with feigned surprise.
"Oh yes, you should always lick it after you kiss it. Just think of it as... a lollypop... or a ice cream cone."
Ross was really getting into this role-play, and Rachel loved it. She knew that she turned him, and she loved normal sex, but it was good knowing that they could play like this, too.
She began licking the head, as instructed, like an ice cream cone. Her tongue glided over the surface, raising tingles for Ross in the sensitive flesh.
Then, Rachel pretended she was licking a lollypop, even smacking her lips a couple times for effect.
Soon, his cock was being fully bathed by her soft tongue. Every part of it was glistening from Rachel's continued wet licking.
"Ohhh, yeah," Ross groaned.
"Am I doing it right?" Rachel asked, trying her best to sound like an inexperienced teenage girl.
