Monica watched in disgust as Chandler lit up a cigarette and slid it in his
mouth -- a look of pleasure on his face.

"I thought you quit," Monica accused.

"Monica, how many times have I quit smoking in the years that we've known
each other?" Chandler pointed out. "I figure that these cigarettes are a
replacement for all of those hot chicks I never score with."

"Do you have to do that around me?" Monica asked, waving a hand across her
nose. She and Chandler were in C&J's apartment, watching TV on the two
Barca Loungers.

"Mon, I have to do it around everybody," Chandler said. He offered the
cigarette to her. "Try some. You'll know how I feel once you do. It's like
. . . you can't live without it. It helps you to breath."

"Chandler, it's a known fact that smoking *complicates* breathing," Monica
informed him.

Chandler shrugged. "Whoever is against smoking obviously hasn't smoked
before."

"Chandler!" Monica whined when Chandler lit another cigarette and popped it
into his mouth, inhaling deeply with a satisfactory look on his face. "What
do I have to do to make you stop that habit for good? I promise I'll do
anything."

"Sleep with me?" Chandler suggested, taking a long breath.

"If that's what it takes."

Chandler dropped his cigarette and his eyes bulged out in surprise. He had
been kidding, knowing she would never agree to sleep with him.

"Are you serious?" Chandler demanded.

Monica shrugged. "Well . . . it's been awhile for me too and if I can do
something productive while getting the real thing then I say let's go for
it."

"You're kidding right?"

"No," Monica said, giving him a deadly serious look. "But I'll only do it if
you stop smoking and you agree to keep our doing it at this one time."

Chandler felt like he was in a daze. "Does it have to be just one time?"

"Well, I'm counting on more obviously," Monica said. "But this is the only
day we do this. Ever."

"So you're seriously going to have sex with me?"

"You're not that bright are you?" Monica asked, rolling her eyes. She got up
off her seat and plopped down onto Chandler's lap to give him a fervant kiss.

Chandler responded immediately, putting his arms around her and pressing her
against his body as their tongues danced together.

Monica stood up and got out of Chandler's lap just as suddenly as she'd
climbed into it and walked swiftly to Chandler's bedroom.

It took a second for Chandler to realize she wanted him to follow her and by
the time he was in the bedroom with a locked door behind him Monica had
stripped and was laying down on his bed, giving him a suggestive look.

Chandler could swear he was drooling as he looked over the smooth, peaches
'n' cream skin covering her body. He took of his clothes awkwardly -- but
pretty damn fast, and let Monica take in the sight of his member, standing
at full attention.

Things were moving fast, but the two seemed not to care at all; letting
themselves drown in each other. Not a thought went through their brains at
the unbelievable situation -- they just accepted it as though it were an
everyday occurance.

Chandler leaned on the edge of the bed and used his hands to guide her legs
apart; wanting to taste the salty sweetness of her juices before they began
with the real thing.

His tongue slid out and tasted the tartness that was Monica and he closed his
eyes in pleasure. Quickly he developed a pattern: around the clit, flicking
hard over it once, around the clit again, down and around her hole, inside
her hole, and repeat.

It wasn't long before Monica had her legs tightened around his head so that
he couldn't escape and the moans coming from her luscious mouth were becoming
louder and longer; her panting filling the space in between each moan.

Chandler decided to break the pattern and moved his lips around her clit to
suck lightly.

This sent Monica crashing over the edge at the sensations as Chandler sucked
gently on her clit -- growing more sensitive with each moment of her orgasm.

When she was done, before Chandler could do anything, she reached her hands
down and pulled him up her body.

"God, Monica, how long has it been?" Chandler murmered teasingly in her ear
as she locked her legs around his hips and began to tease the tip of his
cock with her hot wetness.

"Too long," Monica answered.

Chandler let himself enter her in one quick thrust and was surprised to feel
Monica coming again. He moved in circular motions to massage her clit again
until he felt her orgasm subside, then began to thrust, wanting his own needs
met.

Monica moved her hips with every thrust and soon they were moving so
frantically there were going to be bruises in the morning.

Chandler was on the brink of coming and when Monica's muscles began to
stroke and squeeze him for the second time that night he let himself go
inside her.

All of the blood in his body rushed straight to his groin and his orgasm
seemed to last longer than he ever thought possible; the endless supply of
white semem shooting over and over from his rigid, jerking cock.

After the orgasm had went so long that it was beginning to feel painful,
Chandler finally felt himself soften and he collapsed onto Monica with a
heavy, satisfied sigh.

Monica squirmed underneath him in discomfort and he quickly rolled to the
side.

They both were gasping and shaking with post-orgasm bliss and neither wanted
to break the silence.

Chandler finally said, "I thought we'd do it more than once."

"I came three times," Monica pointed out. "And you had enough cum to last
a normal guy about three times too."

"True," Chandler said and the two giggled softly, awkwardly. As though
laughing made the situation seem more natural.

"So . . ." Monica finally said. "Are you going to continue smoking?"

"Not after that!" Chandler said as though she would be stupid to suggest
doing so. He grinned and rolled to his side so that he could look her in the
eye. "Now why don't we start working on your cleaning addiction . . .?"

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Sue gave me the last line -- I love it!
Anyways, this is just a short porn fic, mainly for fun. Hell, it's ALL for
fun.
I know, there was no plot in this one . . . but it popped into my head when
I was thinking about the episode where Chandler had that woman's smoking
tape . . . I was thinking of other ways he could get rid of the addiction.
More fun and eventful ways. Lol.