It would help a whole lotta bunch if you you read the first chapter of this
series: Friends With Privileges. Please read that one first or you won't
understand parts of this one.

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Chandler was awoken by his shrill alarm clock with a start. He shoved the
snooze button and started to get up automatically.

Suddenly, the night before with Monica came back to him. He looked around his
room but saw nothing more than a few condom wrappers on his dresser to prove
that it hadn't been a dream, but reality.

He searched once more, looking under the blankets to see if maybe Monica was
hiding there. No such luck though.

Chandler went ahead and did his normal morning routine; taking a shower,
getting dressed, and finally going over to Monica and Rachel's for breakfast.

He stood in front of the door and wondered if he should knock. Maybe Monica
had left in the morning because she didn't want to face him. Maybe she was
regretting her 'friends with priviliages' idea. Maybe . . . there were so
many maybes that he was too afraid to find the answers to just yet.

Chandler turned away from the door and left for work.

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That evening after everyone but Chandler had gotten home from work, Phoebe,
Joey, Ross, Rachel, and Monica were all sitting in various places at Central
Perk . . . obviously sipping coffee.

Chandler came into the restaurant wearing street clothes and making it
obvious he hadn't worked late, but had come home and stayed in his apartment
for who knows how long, avoiding them.

"We haven't seen you all day -- something wrong?" Rachel asked Chandler.

"N-no," Chandler said quickly. He laughed nervously. "Why would something be
wrong."

"It's just that you always come over to Monica's for breakfast," Ross said.

"Of course he does," Phoebe said, "he doesn't have food over at his place."

"I had to work," Chandler lied.

Monica knew he was lying, however. He just hadn't wanted to face her. He was
probably regretting . . . whoa, wait a second, Monica thought. This is
*Chandler*, he would never regret sex from *any* woman. Janice being living
proof.

Monica smiled at this thought. He was probably just nervous. As was she. She
had wanted to wake him when she left, but decided against it since it might
bring up an awkward moment.

"Chandler, you just sit at your desk and look at porn," Rachel said. "You
don't work."

Chandler looked a little trapped. "Um, well . . . I left my labtop at work
and there was this . . . really good picture . . . I just, um, I guess I
wanted to see it as soon as possible," Chandler said, grimacing with each
couple of words as he knew that he sounded like a freak.

Monica snorted. "Chandler, you're pathetic."

There was a pause as everyone expected Chandler to make some sarcastic remark
about how he *was* pathetic . . . but it didn't come.

"Chandler, are you sure you're okay?" Ross asked after they'd realized he
wasn't going to say anything.

"I think I'm gonna go back to my apartment," Chandler said. He made another
loser face. "I'm really tired from looking at all that porn."

"Yeah, baby," Joey said.

Everybody else just looked disgusted. (Except Monica of course, who knew that
that wasn't what he'd been doing at work all day. After the night they'd had,
there was no way he needed any . . . well, *stimulation*)

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Chandler didn't come over for dinner either, and Monica had to wait for
everyone to eat the food she'd prepared and wait while they sat in her living
room and talked about pointless things. And then waited some more until
Rachel finally got herself into bed. And then she had to wait another half
an hour to make sure Rachel was asleep.

Then she was finally free.

It took Monica another ten minutes to decide on which of her robes was
sexiest, so it was around one o'clock when she finally tiptoed out of her
apartment and across the hall.

She opened the door to Chandler's room and winced a little as it creaked. She
was a little shy since Chandler had acted so indifferent to her that day and
avoided her at all costs, but she was determined to keep him up to his
agreement to be her 'priviliage' friend.

Chandler wasn't asleep, just staring at the ceiling, and he turned to look
at Monica in a silk black robe, looking nervous as they locked eyes.

"I thought you regretted it," Chandler admitted in a whisper.

"Ditto," Monica said as she quietly shut the door.

"Joey's out on a date." Chandler gave Monica a half smile. "Of course, he is
every night. He rarely takes his dates back here. That way he can slip out
of their apartment in the morning." He paused, emotions flickering over his
face. "Speaking of which, why did you leave mine without waking me?"

"You looked so peaceful," Monica said. "I had to get into my apartment and
pretend to wake up again before Rachel woke up and everyone came over. I
left around five."

Chandler looked at the digital clock by his bed. "Which means we have around
four hours until you have to leave."

Monica smiled and walked to the bed. "What are you suggesting, Mr. Bing?"

Chandler sat up on his knees in bed and pulled her body to his. His lips
found her own in a gentle kiss.

Monica untied the front to her robe and slipped it off. She was glad that
Chandler had only worn boxers to sleep because she didn't want to break
their kiss to take a T-shirt off.

Once the two were naked Monica shoved him down and giggled at the surprised
look on Chandler's face. Then she slowly crawled on top of him; using her
knees to put a distance of a couple of inches so that they weren't touching.

Chandler made a slight growl noise, put his hands on her hips, and flipped
her over so that he could touch her again.

Monica smiled in a amusement, but gasped in pleasant surprise as Chandler
began to suck at her neck.

"Somebody's a little eager," Monica commented as Chandler's cock probed at
her entrance, seeking the burning wetness inside of her.

Chandler didn't say anything, but simply pushed himself a little bit inside
of her. He pulled away from her neck and had a look of deep concentration on
his face as Monica engulfed him. He took a deep breath and pushed himself
farther in until he was completely inside of her.

Monica was beginning to move her hips up, wanting to feel the familiar
friction against her clit.

Chandler applied immediately and began to slam in and out of her; rougher
than he had yesterday, with more of a need.

Monica was in a frenzy as he moved in and out at an impossible speed. In
only seconds after he'd began to move she felt her orgasm beginning to take
place.

"Jesus!" Monica gasped out as the world span around her. She closed her
eyes tightly and tightened the muscles in her legs as the explosion of
pleasure grew and grew, spreading across her body until all of her seemed to
be warm and content.

Chandler felt her orgasm beginning to cease and he slammed into her, shoving
up against her so tight that it almost hurt his pubic bone, and felt his
cock shake and vibrate as it released his juices into her core.

Burning hot flashes seemed to run through his cock and he could hear himself
making some inaudible sound.

Slowly, Chandler softened inside of her and he layed his head on Monica's
shoulder.

"I had no idea I could produce that much cum two night in a row," Chandler
commented with an easy chuckle.

"I'm beginning to realize you're pretty damn extroidinary," Monica agreed.

Chandler moved his hips so that he could pull himself out of her and
switched their positions so that she was laying on his chest.

It was like this that Monica awoke two hours later.

She slowly opened her eyes to see a very faint, dark blue light coming
through the blinds in Chandler's window. She took a glance at the clock to
see that it was four twenty four.

She had another thirty five minutes before she absolutely *had* to get back
to her apartment. A small smile played across her lips as she thought about
what her and Chandler could do in thirty five minutes.

As Monica shifted on the bed to reach Chandler's lower half, he woke up with
the warmth of her nude body pressed against his gone.

"What are you doing?" Chandler asked groggily.

"Making up for leaving you yesterday morning without saying bye first,"
Monica explained before putting her mouth around Chandler's soft cock.

He hardened so fast Monica found that the very tip of him was a little ways
down her throat. She hadn't thought she'd be able to deep throat him, but
apparently she was wrong.

She took a swallow and Chandler felt like she was trying to swallow his whole
cock . . . it felt wonderful.

After a minute of swirling her tongue around him, she began to move her
mouth over and around him in a slow rythem. He moved easily as he was slick
from her mouth, and she made sure to pucker her lips into a round 'O'.

In another couple of minutes of the unbearable pleasure Chandler began to
come into her mouth with a long half moan half gasp of intense pleasure.

Monica pulled away from his still hard dick and licked her lips when he
could see her. "Delicious," she said in a husky, sexy voice.

"God, that has got to be the best head I've ever been given," Chandler
said, panting. "How did you get the whole thing down your throat? I don't
know any other woman capable of that."

Monica shrugged. "I never even knew *I* was capable. I guess I just didn't
feel like doing it with any other guy. But I was very determined to make up
for yesterday morning."

"You made up for it," Chandler told her seriously. "But, I don't mind you
leaving me without telling me if you're going to make up like *that* the
next morning."

"I can wake you up like this every morning regardless of feeling guilty or
not," Monica told him. She looked down at his hardness and then back up at
him again. "You need me to make it soft again, honey?"

Chandler nodded and Monica was surrounding him without a second's warning. He
had expected her to tease him a little, but she just simply sat on him in
one, quick motion. He put his hands instinctively to her hips and helped her
to slide over him in pretty steady beat.

Monica squeezed her vaginal muscles around him without realizing it and he
groaned as they tightened around his sensitive skin. Monica, realizing what
had caused his reaction, did it again; this time on purpose.

Chandler moaned and pulled her head down for a searching kiss. He wanted to
touch and kiss every part of her body, but the light slowly growing brighter
from his window told him that they didn't have enough time.

So he settled for pushing himself up and into her. Their groins met at the
same instant with each stroke and slammed together with a slight 'smack'.

Monica came first, as usual, and let out a sharp cry. She froze on top of
Chandler and he flipped them so that he could continue to stimulate both of
them by keeping up the thrusting.

He was gone in another instant as well, jerking wildly inside of her as he
bit onto her shoulder to keep from screaming his heart out.

Chandler pulled himself out of her and rolled over to his side of the bed.
Monica looked at the clock and got up on legs still shaking from the muscle
spasms she'd just endured. She slipped on her robe and, before leaving, gave
Chandler a kiss on the lips that showed promise of things to come.

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I know, it's been forever since I wrote the first chapter to this, but every
time I tried to write the next part, everything I came up with was lame and
overused. But I was on the bus thinking about my fanfics when I was suddenly
in the mood to write a sequel to this one. So as soon as I ate a snack and
petted my cat, I rushed to my computer and began typing. And I haven't
stopped since.

Expect Months After London to show up in the next day or so because I already
have it halfway finished and with the writing mood I'm in, I'm sure I can
finish it.

I have no idea how I'm going to be able to write the rest of M.A.L. Part
Eight, the sequel to A Hug Can Say A Thousand Words which I already have
a little bit written and the rest planned out, and a third part to this one
which I already have planned out as well.

But don't worry -- I will find the time!
~Haley J. The Bat~