Friends: Deleted Scenes - The Sex Party
"There's nothing on TV," Joey said as he tossed the remote control onto the table. "I'm so bored." The six friends sat in Rachel and Monica's apartment that evening.
"Yeah, I know," Ross complained, "Even the Discovery Channel sucks tonight."
Rachel was snuggling with him on the couch. She smiled at her geeky boyfriend as she rubbed his chest.
"Ohh, not just tonight, sweetie," she teased. This got smirks from the others. "But Joey has a point," she added, "I don't get many evenings off from the coffee shop, and I'm wasting this one watching TV? Come on. We need to all do something."
"Oh! Oh! I know!" Phoebe exclaimed, "We should all have sex." Various objections echoed from around the room. "Well, why not? Why not? You four did it after that New Year's party... and, and Ross and I weren't even invited."
Monica, sitting on the arm of the chair beside Chandler, explained, "Phoebe, that was different. We were all a little drunk at the time..."
Joey looked down at his knees. Their little "after-party" had been his idea, and he wasn't at all drunk. He just saw his chance to have sex with Monica and Rachel.
She went on, "and besides, you and Ross left the party before it ended, so it's not like we didn't invite you. You lost out because you just didn't stay." Monica was pleased with herself in making that point.
"Yeah, I don't think I could get into the whole 'group sex' thing," Ross offered.
"Oh, you two are such prudes," Phoebe said. "Meet the Gellers... New York's Two Biggest Tight-asses."
The others laughed as Monica and Ross voiced their objections.
"What? I am NOT a tight-ass," Monica said. Everyone just stared at her. "Well, not about sex," she clarified.
"And, and I can be pretty wild in bed, too," Ross asserted, "Go ahead, tell 'em, Rach."
"Well, yeah, with me, you are, but with someone else... I'm not so sure."
"No, I could be... I... just... don't think I want to be." His words trailed off.
Chandler jumped in, choosing his words carefully. "Just for the sake of argument... if we did do this... what all would be... involved."
Phoebe answered. "Well... masturbation... hand jobs... vaginal..."
The friends looked at each other in disbelief as Phoebe rattled off sex acts like she was reading the salad dressing list on a menu.
"...cum shots, facials, oral, anal, spanking, whips, chains... ya know, regular stuff. Whatever you want."
"Okay," Monica said, as she gestured with her finger raised, "No whips... no chains."
Rachel added, "Yeah, and that whole 'butt thing'... none of that for me either."
"So, IF... we did do this... how would we... um... start?" Joey asked.
"Oh! I know," Phoebe said excitedly as she got up from the couch, "I have another great idea."
"You're just full of ideas tonight, aren't you," Ross said flatly.
She came around the back of the couch and purred in his ear in her best sex-star voice, "Well maybe tonight I'll be full of YOU... lo-ver."
Everyone, including Rachel giggled at his embarrassment.
"You... you'd be okay with this," Ross asked Rachel, "if I had sex with Phoebe tonight."
She thought a moment. "Well... sure. I mean, it's Phoebe. It's not like you're out banging some girl I don't know. But, would you be okay with me having sex with Joey or Chandler?"
He paused, looking at the floor, uncertain. "Um... I don't think it'd bother me too much."
"I'll try not to show ya up," Joey offered. Ross looked at him with thinly veiled irritation. Not necessarily at the comment, but that he knew Joey had to be great sex for any woman.
Chandler broke the tension. "And I'm sure that you have NOTHING to worry about from me." Monica smiled and rubbed his arm.
Phoebe returned from the kitchen with two small bowls.
"Ooo, yeah... this'll be fun! Okay... I've put slips of paper with our names in each of the bowls. One bowl for the guys and one bowl for the girls. I'll draw one name from each, and that couple starts us off."
"So what do the rest of us do?" Chandler asked.
"Well, we will probably watch for a little while, and then as things just happen naturally... So is everybody going to do this?"
They all agreed, with varying levels of enthusiasm.
"First, the guy's bowl," she said as she drew a name. She read it with excitement, "ROSS! Ok, you get up and go over there."
"It figures," he complained, as he stood up.
Rachel smiled and patted his butt as he walked away. He stood on the other side of the coffee table in front of his friends.
"And now... the lucky lady," Phoebe smiled drawing a slip from the second bowl.
"Please be Rachel, please be Rachel," Ross said to himself.
"MONICA!"
"What?" both Gellers said in unison.
"I am NOT having sex with Ross," Monica objected.
"Oh, come on, Monica," Phoebe encouraged, "it's just us. It's not like anyone else would find out about it. And besides, those are the rules, and I know you... you never break the rules of a game."
"Yeah, Monica," Joey said. "The bowls have spoken!"
Rachel sat there, smiling to herself. She knew that, ever since Ross' shower surprise, they both were secretly aroused by the other.
"Look, guys, I just don't think I could... you know... get turned on by my little sister."
Monica left the arm of the chair and stepped up to him.
"What, am I not HOT enough for ya?"
She was clearly insulted. Ross laughed nervously, trying to explain.
"Am I too ugly for you?"
"No, Monica, you're beautiful... REALLY!"
"So am I too FAT?"
"No, no, that's not it... that's DEFINITELY not it." He looked to Rachel for help.
"Hey, you got yourself into this, you get yourself out."
Phoebe helped bail him out. "Well, you don't have to go all the way, if you don't want to. Just go as far as you feel comfortable, and then we'll switch around and stuff. Besides, it's not REALLY sex until the guy's in the girl. The rest is just fooling around."
As if she hadn't heard Phoebe, Monica said firmly, "I can get you turned on, mister. And I'm going to prove it."
She reached up and kissed Ross hard. At first, he resisted slightly, but quickly he melted into the passion of her mouth.
"Ross really is a good kisser," Rachel smiled over at Phoebe, pleased that her boyfriend and roommate were finally doing it.
Their tongues intertwined as Monica's hands felt Ross' back through his shirt, tracing the muscles that her fingers found.
Phoebe sat back down next to Joey, and Chandler moved from the chair to sit beside Rachel on the couch.
Ross pulled Monica against himself, with enough force to be very erotic. She stumbled slightly on her high heels. But with the way Ross held her, she wouldn't have fallen.
She felt his dick against her lower abdomen. She recalled that feeling a couple weeks before, after the shower show. But then it was semi-flaccid. Now it was rock hard.
Rachel was becoming aroused at the scene unfolding. She caressed her neck. Chandler noticed her licking her lips. They made eye contact.
Without a word, Rachel took his hand and placed it on her leg, guiding it to touch her thighs.
She wore a short flared miniskirt and black hose. He slowly rubbed her nylon-covered thigh as she slid a hand under her long-sleeve top. Rachel's fingertips dipped into the cups of her bra, touching her nipples. But she quickly unclasped the front so she could rub them.
Chandler's hand caressed the inside of Rachel's thighs, and moved up into her crotch. His finger pressed into the crevice underneath her tights.
Rachel saw the swelling in his pants, and began rubbing it with her free hand.
"Isn't this amazing?" she whispered.
Chandler didn't know which was turning him on more; watching Ross and Monica, or knowing that Rachel was so aroused by them.
Monica was holding Ross' butt, yet allowing her hands to occasionally travel his back. She pressed her body harder against his erection and subtly moved back and forth to feel it's firmness.
Ross was still keeping Monica close, but one of his hands roamed around front. He moved the panel of her black suit jacket and felt the curve of her breast. She moaned softly in his mouth.
Breaking their kiss for the first time, she placed her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "See, told ya I could turn you on."
Of course, he could never tell her that a couple times in the past two weeks, he had taken one of her photo albums from her apartment, gone home, and masturbated to pictures of Monica, wanting it to be her hand around his dick.
How, when he and Rachel had oral sex, he'd close his eyes and imagine it was his little sister.
He couldn't tell her that once, he almost caught himself saying Monica's name while he made love to Rachel.
He could never tell her those things.
"Maybe some of that could happen tonight," he thought, "depending on how far Monica is willing to take this."
Ross whispered back, "Monica, you... " He hesitated. "...you've been turning me on every day for the last two weeks."
Ross' words were all Monica needed to hear. Nervously biting her lower lip, she undid his belt and pants. Opening the fly, she pulled his cock out of his boxers, and stroked it.
Joey broke the silence with, "Yeah, baby."
She looked over and smiled. His own dick was exposed and hard. Phoebe was sitting sideways to face him, slowly masturbating him. Her dress was up around her waist as Joey rubbed her ass, under her panties.
Ross saw his best friend feeling up his girlfriend. Rachel's hand was down Chandler's pants. But none of that bothered Ross in the least.
As his little sister was rubbing his dick, he slowly undid her shirt, feeling the silk around the buttons. He left it tucked into her skirt.
Monica was wearing one of the business suits that she often wore, lately. Tight, mid-thigh skirt and matching jacket. Demure button-down shirt that was just loose enough to tease with what she had to offer.
Ross opened Monica's shirt and saw that she was wearing a burgundy and black bustier. Her tits looked incredible! He was holding her bosom in both hands, feeling the intricate brocade on the cups
"Um..." he started, then stopped.
"What, Ross?" Monica encouraged softly.
"Are you wearing stockings, too?"
She felt a twinge of nervous energy, realizing that she was arousing her brother more than she expected.
"Uh huh," she said timidly, looking up at him with such innocence, yet never pausing her hand job. "You can... um, touch them... I mean, if you want to."
They both wanted that.
