Monica and Chandler had decided to exchange homemade gifts this year for Valentine's Day. Chandler had forgotten about it, and in a panic, had found an old mix tape of what he hoped were love songs. Monica loved it.
"Okay, you ready to open yours?" she asked.
"Yeah!" Chandler replied enthusiastically.
"Okay," Monica said as she handed him her gift. Chandler opened his present.
"It’s a sock bunny," Chandler commented, knowing that Phoebe had made it.
Monica tried to cover, "Yeah - yeah, you remember how I call you bunny?"
Chandler wasn't going to let her get away with it. "Not really," he replied.
She countered, "Well, I did one time, and... and I want to start doing it more. See that’s what this is about."
Chandler decided to call her bluff, "I see. Y’know umm, Phoebe makes sock bunnies."
Monica kept digging herself deeper. "No! No, she doesn’t. Uh, Phoebe, what she makes - that’s uh - they’re sock rabbits. They are completely different." Then she gave in, "Okay! Okay! Okay! I didn’t make it! I’m sorry! I totally forgot about tonight and the fact that we’re supposed to make the presents!"
He decided to let her off the hook. "Oh, it’s okay. I don’t…"
But Monica interrupted him. "No - no, it’s not okay! It’s not! I mean you were just… You’re so incredible! You went through all this time and effort to make this tape for me! Y’know I’m just gonna - I, I am gonna make this up to you! I will! I..."
Then she had an idea. "I am going to cook anything you want in here," she said as she pointed to the kitchen, "and I am going to do anything you want in there!" Monica was pointing to the bedroom.
Chandler didn't need long to think it over. "Well, I did put a lot of thought in the tape." They both ran to the bedroom.
Chandler closed the door behind them, and Monica moved in close to kiss him.
"So what do you want me to do?" she said seductively.
"Hmmm... anything?"
"Anything," Monica emphasized.
"Ok, I want to watch you."
She put her arms around his neck. "So you want to watch me while we have sex? That's it?" she asked.
"No," Chandler explained slowly, "I want to watch you, while YOU have sex... by yourself."
"Ooooh, I get it," Monica smiled, "you want a personal little porn show."
"You up for that," he asked.
She laughed as she grabbed his crotch. "The question is, are you UP for it?"
Monica strutted away, slowly removing her olive green jacket. She turned to face him and unzipped her jeans while slowly grinding her hips in a circle. While the front of her jeans hung open, giving him a peek at her black satin panties, she crossed her arms and pulled her orange t-shirt over her head. Matching underwear... that was just like Monica.
As she slid her jeans off her petite body, she said, "Why don't you take off your pants and stay a while, big boy?" Chandler quickly complied.
Stripped down to her underwear, Monica asked, "So what comes off next?" as she pointed alternately to her bra and her panties. Without a word, Chandler pointed to her panties.
"Ooo... a man who knows what he wants," she encouraged.
Monica pushed her panties over her slim hips. Spreading her feet to keep her underwear from falling past her knees, she played with her trimmed pubic hair.
She glided her hand down across her crotch. "Mmmm... I'm getting wet," she teased.
Letting her panties drop to the floor, Monica turned away from Chandler and unclasped her bra. Her back was provocatively bared to match her ass. She removed the garment and tossed it behind herself at Chandler's feet. Looking over her shoulder, Monica moved to the bed and climbed onto it.
Kneeling on the bed, she faced her boyfriend. Long black hair fell just above her tits. Monica cupped a breast as her fingers traced the line of her neck. Chandler had begun jacking off, as his hot girlfriend put on a show just for him.
Monica rolled a nipple gently between her fingertips, watching it get hard. Her hands caressed the soft skin of her body, slowly finding their way between her legs. Her fingers discovered her clit. Monica bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate for Chandler. She watched him, and made sure that the speed of her motions matched his. Monica asked for Chandler's direction.
"What do you want me to do, baby? Should I keep rubbing? Or should I finger myself?"