Sleep to Dream Her

 

Here's the second story in the Erotica Chronicles, not related to the first and it is very explicit.  But I say if you're going to write an NC-17 fic, go all out.  So enjoy, and don't hate.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Friends characters.  This is written for entertainment purposes only.

 

For the first time in his life Chandler felt good about work.  It had nothing to do with his boss Doug finally realizing his jokes were lame, or that he’d stopped smacking his ass.  The fact that the numbers on the WENUS were finally working in his favor paled in comparison.  No, what he was happy about left all the other things in the dust. 

Chandler smiled and glanced down at the source of his joy.  “Harder,” he said softly.  He bit his lip in an effort to silence his moans as the pressure increased.  “Aahh…” he sighed.  It just felt too damn good.

If any of his co-workers were to walk into his office at that moment they’d see a familiar expression on his face.  The co-workers that knew what he did on a daily basis would just assume he was playing a video game and was very excited about it.  The others would give him a weird look and leave thinking he really was a retard.

But no one knew that behind his oak desk, his wife was between his legs sucking on his penis like it was dripping chocolate. 

“Harder Mon,” he repeated.  As she added pressure again he uttered, “Yes, that’s it… oh yeah!”

Monica’s mouth was like a suction device, but with less noise.  Chandler watched as her hands massaged up and down his shaft in rhythm with her bobbing head.  She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness.  He pushed her head down even further and was surprised to see how close her lips came to the base of his penis.  My wife is a deep throat! He thought. 

Chandler felt the blood rush to his groin and knew he was close to his release.  Monica’s strokes became slower but deeper as she felt more of the liquid shoot out.  She quickly straddled Chandler, to his surprise.  He had no time to question why she wore no underwear.  The feel of his hard penis going in and out of her wetness had rendered him speechless.  She moaned in his ear as she worked him up and down.  “Ooh… Chandler…”

He loved it when she talked during the sex, although she had been mostly quiet this time.  Chandler held on to her waist as she continued to grind her hips, and she moaned again, “Chandler…”

Suddenly Monica started to chant his name, first softly in his ear, but louder as she came closer to her own climax.  “Chandler, Chandler, Chandler….”

Chandler smiled smugly at her calling his name.  She continued to call his name over and over, each time more forceful than the last.

“Chandler!”  He sat up sharply upon hearing his name.  His vision was blurred, but he recognized his office immediately.  Chandler looked around the room and saw a figure at the door. 

“Chandler, you’re late for your meeting!”  His assistant Barbara walked up to his desk tapping her watch.

“What?” He asked disoriented. 

Barbara peeled the piece of paper hanging off his face and said, “ The meeting with Doug…. About the WENUS reports.” 

“Oh shit!  I totally forgot.”  Chandler made a move to stand up but realized he had an erection that made it look like someone had set up camp inside his pants.  “Thanks Barbara, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Barbara looked at Chandler skeptically but nodded and left the office.  As soon as the door closed Chandler fell back in his chair.  He couldn’t believe how real his dream seemed.  Monica felt so real to him, so good… 

“I should’ve known it was a dream,” he scoffed.  “In reality, Monica is never quiet when we have sex.”  He thought back to his dream and said aloud, “And she never would’ve deep throated me.” 

He got out of his seat and tried to concentrate on the meeting he was late for.  But the images from his dream kept running through his mind, making his arousal that much more apparent.                 

 

 

Chandler sighed heavily as he keyed into the apartment.   The day at the office was uneventful as always.  Doug smacked his ass after the meeting, and Chandler had to bring back his work laugh just to get away from him.  After the meeting he went back to his office and sat at his desk.  An hour had gone by before he realized why he’d sat there for so long.  Deep inside, Chandler was hoping that his dream was indeed real, and that sooner or later Monica would come through his office door for a repeat performance. 

For now Chandler was just glad to be home.  He noticed only one light was on and figured Monica was already asleep, and couldn't wait to join her.  He set his briefcase near the door and stopped at the kitchen table to read the mail.  Chandler loosened his tie and hurriedly went through the stack, making a mental note to go through it when his mind was clearer.  Suddenly he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and lips on the side of his neck.  The tingling feel of soft breath made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.  Chandler turned around and his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.  His eyes ran up and down her body, taking in every detail.  He noted her hair piled on top of her head, the glazed over look in her eyes and her slightly parted lips inviting him to take a sample.  His gaze took in his old flannel shirt draped on her body with the top of her breasts peeking out, down to her uncovered thighs and bare feet in fire engine red polish.  Monica had never looked sexier to him than she did at that moment.  "Hi," he whispered.

"Hi," she whispered back, and chills went down Chandler's spine.   

He caressed the side of her face with his hand.  "Did I wake you?"

Monica ran her tongue over her lips.  "As a matter of fact you did, but I'm glad you're home."  She circled her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.  His rhythmic heartbeat was soothing enough to lull her back to sleep.  She sighed contently, never tiring of being in his arms.  "How was your day?"

"Incredibly long, a little boring, but also a little exciting," he said before kissing her hair. 

“A little exciting?  How so?”

“Well,” Chandler answered smiling, “You’re not going to believe this, but I had a wet dream about you today.”

“What?”  To say Monica was surprised was an understatement.

“Yeah.  And Mon, it was so real.  Which is probably why I almost lost control.”

Monica’s interest was definitely peaked.  “So, what happened in the dream?”

“Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Of course!” she answered.  “There could be some things that happened that I need to know.”  She stared him in the eyes and said softly, “I want to make sure you’re happy.”  

Chandler smiled.  “You do?”

“Yes,” she returned his smile.  “Now spill it.”

“Okay.  Well, in the dream you were giving me head, and you were really good too!”  Chandler noticed Monica’s not-so-happy look and added, “Not that you don’t do a good job now, but in the dream you were really really good.  So anyway, you just concentrated on me, and you didn’t mind when I pushed your head down further.”  Chandler chuckled to himself.  “That was so cool…” 

Monica was not amused.  “Chandler, contrary to popular belief, my throat is not big enough for you to stick your dick into it.”

“You just don’t want to,” he mumbled.  “Anyway, how was your day?"

"Incredibly long, and pretty exciting."  Monica said.  "We introduced a new entree on the menu, and everyone loved it.  There were so many people wanting to thank the chef, it was amazing!" 

Chandler watched her eyes dance with excitement and smiled.  He clasped one hand with hers and led her to the couch, pulling her down on his lap. 

Monica relaxed in his arms.  Her breathing became shallow as he ran his tongue gently down the side of her neck.  Chandler draped one hand loosely on her hip, while the other hand grazed up and down her left thigh.  "Sweetheart I'm glad you had a good day," he whispered.

"Hmm," she mumbled.  Monica was focusing on his tongue and hand, but not much else.  She turned her head and kissed his lips softly, once, then again.  She cupped his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes before kissing him again.  Chandler opened his mouth and she slid her tongue inside, running it across his teeth.  Meanwhile, his hands moved on their own accord.  He ran his left hand up the back of her neck and into her hair.  His right hand caressed her inner thigh, running up in between her legs.  "Mon," he said softly.  "You're not wearing any underwear," he smiled. 

"I know," she smiled back.  Monica delved her tongue deeper into his mouth as his fingers grazed the lips between her thighs.  Chandler moved his fingers between the folds of her body as he'd done many times before.  He traced a line up her pubic bone to her flat stomach.  The soft caresses on her skin were sending Monica's senses into overdrive.  Sometimes all it took was a touch from Chandler, anywhere on her body, to set her on fire.  They could be in the most public of places, but when he touched her… 

She unhooked the first few buttons on his shirt to graze his chest, and then moved to unbuckle his belt. 

Chandler broke the kiss.  "There's a hell of a lot of heavy petting going on."

"So it is," she said.  "Are you complaining?  Because I can stop."  She began to raise her hand from his pants when he stopped her.

"No-no, I'm not complaining," he said breathing heavily.  "Just stating the obvious."  He kissed her again as her hand continued its descent into his pants.  Monica pulled his penis out of his underwear and stroked him slowly.  She felt the moisture on the tip and swirled it around and down its base.  As he grew harder with every stroke, Monica grew wetter.  She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.  Just the thought of Chandler pushing deeply inside her made her more aroused.  And Chandler kissing her behind her ear only added to the arousal.  He was touching a spot he knew was a major turn on for her when stimulated.  She dipped her head down and ran her tongue around the head of his penis, tasting the familiar salty liquid. 

Chandler watched as Monica tongued him where he wanted it the most.  He loved it when she put her mouth on him.  She licked the head then brought her mouth to his and pushed her tongue in his mouth.  They both moaned as their tongues meshed the taste of cum in their mouths.  Before Monica, Chandler would’ve never allowed himself to experiment with sex on this level.  There was no way he would’ve kissed a woman knowing his own juice was in her mouth.  But with Monica, he let his guard down.  He tried odd positions and new ways to enjoy their lovemaking because he loved doing it with her.  She was so kinky in bed sometimes it blew his mind. 

With their mouths still locked, Chandler pulled Monica’s legs around his waist.  With her help, he pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.  Monica continued to stroke his penis.  Chandler switched their positions, and sat Monica on the couch.  He moved in between her legs and perched them high on his shoulders.  He tried to enter her slowly but she was incredibly wet.  He immediately began to pump in and out of her.  They both quickly worked up a sweat and practically ripped their shirts off.  Chandler’s thrusts were hard but kept at a steady pace.  Monica held on to the back of the couch as he moved, rocking her hips along with each thrust. 

“Ooh… Ahh.”  Incoherent words came out of her mouth as he continued to hit her spot over and over again, each time harder and faster.  “Y-y-yes,” she stuttered.

Chandler felt himself coming and spread Monica’s legs wider.  He moved in and out at a rapid speed and let out a long grunt as he ejaculated, triggering Monica’s orgasm as well.  Her legs shook as she brought them to the floor.  Chandler collapsed on her chest, breathing heavily. 

“Chandler?”

Without looking up he answered, “Yeah?”

“You didn’t pull out did you?”

“No.  Why?”

Monica looked uncomfortable.  “The, uh, couch is wet.”

“Well it wasn’t me.”  Chandler sat up and felt couch.  “Babe, that was you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly.  He felt the space again and felt the moisture between her legs.  “I’m positive Mon.  You were extremely wet, and you still are.”

Monica smiled.  “I guess you have that effect on me.” She gave him a light kiss. 

“Who needs lubricating jelly when we’ve got our own in-house,” Chandler joked. 

“You always have to ruin the moment, don’t you?”

“It’s what I do best.  You knew that when you married me.”

Monica almost questioned her sanity on her wedding day.  “Let’s just go to bed.”

 

****

 

Chandler quickly hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, as sleep remained its hold on him.  He turned over to spoon Monica, not bothering to open his eyes.  He just needed a few more minutes before going to his dreadful job.

“Hmm… Monica you feel so soft.”  He dug his head in her neck.  “And you’re a little cold.  But I know how to warm you up.” 

He slid his hand down her frame and murmured in her ear, “God Monica, you are so soft.” 

Suddenly there was a loud crash and he bolted upright in the bed.  He jumped out of bed and headed to the living room, still wiping the sleep out of his eyes.  A sigh of relief exited his tense body after seeing who the culprit was.  Joey was in the kitchen with pots and pans surrounding him on the floor. 

Chandler let out a loud yawn.  “Joe, what are you doing here?”  

“Uh, I live here,” said Joey.   

Chandler rubbed his hand over his face in an attempt to clear his vision.  The last bout of sex the night before had literally worn him out.  “Come on Joey, go on back across the hall.”  He finally opened his eyes and could barely finish the last sentence.  “Mon and I are really… worn out,” he finally trailed off.  For the first time since leaving the bedroom he took in his surroundings.  He stood in the middle of the apartment he shared with Joey.  No, not past tense you idiot, he thought.  I still live here?   

Joey’s eyes widened at the new revelation.  “You and Monica?  This is so exciting!  When did you two hook up?” 

Chandler barely heard Joey’s questions over his own going through his mind.  What the hell happened?  Did he and Monica break up?

Joey stood in front of him, watching the bewildered look on his face with concern.  “Dude, are you okay?”

“No,” Chandler shook his head.  “Something isn’t right.”  He backtracked to his bedroom and saw a lone pillow next to his side of the bed.  Monica you feel so soft reverberated through his mind and he realized it was all a dream.  “That’s impossible,” he quickly denied.  “There has to be some explanation for this.” 

Joey watched Chandler exit his bedroom again and enter the bathroom.  He emerged 10 seconds later looking deep in thought.  Joey was about to burst with questions about Chandler and Monica, but held his tongue.  “Are you looking for something?”

“Kind of,” Chandler said.  “Joey, did you hear anything coming from my bedroom last night?”

“Well yeah, now that you mention it.  You were keeping up a lot of noise, but I just assumed you and Janice were together.”  Joey grinned.  “But it was Monica, you lucky dog!”

“Janice!  Did you just say Janice?”

“Yeah, you remember Janice, your girlfriend.”  Joey rolled his eyes.  “Annoying laugh, even more annoying person?” 

“Shit!” Chandler yelled.  He paced as the images from his dream played in his mind; those very real sexual images of he and Monica.  Sure he’d had dreams of Monica before, on a regular basis when he was single, but never to this extent.  These were graphic.  If he closed his eyes and thought hard enough he could still taste her… He could still feel her lips, her skin.  And her scent was still in his nostrils.

Oh, he was in deep shit now.  His overactive imagination and lustful regard for Monica had finally gotten him into trouble.

“Chandler, did you do it with Monica or not?”               

He glanced at the expectant look on Joey’s face and knew it was time for damage control.  “It was all a dream,” he said softly.

“What!” Joey exclaimed.  “You get me all excited over a dream?  Hell I dream about Monica all the time!”

“But Joe, this was more than a dream… It felt so real.”

“The good ones always do,” Joey chuckled. 

Chandler nodded his head in agreement.  “But you don’t understand.  In my dream, we were married…” Chandler let the sentence hang in the air.  It wasn’t long before Joey responded.

“Get the fuck out of here!  You had a dream you were married?  Commitment phobic Chandler?  And to Monica?”  Joey couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“Hey wait a minute!  I can see myself being married one day.  Not anytime soon, but one day in the distant future.”  Joey stopped laughing as Chandler continued to describe his dream.  “I was married to Monica, and we were happy.  And the sex was incredible.”

Joey perked up.  “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Chandler nodded.  “The best I’ve had.”

“Well it’s not hard to believe that she would be great in bed.  She has the sexiest hips and the cutest ass.  I’d marry her in my dreams too.”

“What does this all mean?  Am I in love with Monica, one of my best friends?”  Chandler asked the question, but wasn’t expecting an answer.  He wondered if he should talk to Monica about it, but scratched that thought immediately.  No way in hell…

A screeching voice interrupted his thoughts.  “How’s my Bing-a-ling?”  Chandler subconsciously flinched at Janice’s nickname.  Or is it her presence?  I really don’t want to see her right now, he thought.  He watched her walk dramatically through the door heading in his direction.  As their relationship progressed he found that even he could only stomach her in small doses.  But it was still early enough in their relationship this time around where he enjoyed being around her.  That is, until last night.

“Hey Janice,” Chandler said, trying to summon a genuine smile.  Janice brought her body up to his and hugged him tight.  Out of the corner of his right eye he saw Joey make a quick escape to his room.  Lucky bastard, he thought.  

Janice went on and on about how her day started, not noticing the fact that Chandler wasn’t paying any attention to her.  His mind was once again on Monica.  What was she doing?  And more importantly, did she share any type of feelings for him other than friendship?  Chandler watched Janice’s animated face.  He saw her lips moving, but only heard “Mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa…” He giggled at her resemblance to Charlie Brown’s teacher. 

“Chandler, are you listening to me?”  Janice hated when Chandler ignored her.  It reminded her too much of the past. 

He thought about being honest with her, but decided against it.  “Of course honey,” he patronized.  He held his breath, hoping she bought his flimsy answer.

“Okay.  You better Chandler Bing, or I’ll have to make you listen in my own special way.  Ah hahaha,” She laughed.                

Chandler grinned for lack of anything more to say.  He thought it best to spend his time thinking of ways to get rid of her until he figured out what to do. 

 

 

Chandler’s plan did not work out as he had hoped.  He used every plausible excuse to make Janice go home, but she stuck to him like glue.  He and Joey, and Janice, made their way down to the coffee house later that day to meet the rest of the gang.  As soon as they walked through the door he sensed Monica was there.  His eyes zeroed in on her immediately, taking in her slender frame in tight jeans and a halter-top.  Her dark hair was piled on top of her head very much like it was in his dream.  Joey gave him a quick look and snickered as he joined their friends.  He reluctantly joined them and said hello. 

“Hi Chandler, Janice,” Monica greeted.  She smiled at them both.

Hi Monica,” came Janice’s nasal reply.

“Hey,” Chandler mumbled, deliberately avoiding eye contact.  He was liable to throw Janice aside and take Monica on the coffee table.  He felt like he was back in high school, and Monica was the girl he fantasized about from afar, but had a snowball’s chance in hell of really getting.

Monica’s smile faltered at the slight snub she received from Chandler.  She doubted anyone else noticed it, but she did.  Chandler always had a smile for her, regardless of the mood he was in.  Instantly she knew something was bothering him.

For the rest of the day Chandler faltered in between wishing Janice wasn’t there, to wishing Monica wasn’t there.  He even wished he wasn’t there, but knew wishful thinking alone wouldn’t solve his problem.  No he had to take action, and quickly.  And first on his list was sending Janice home.  He needed to be by himself, to examine his feelings. 

Maybe I’m overreacting, he thought.  What I need to do is spend more time with Janice… yeah that’s it.  If I can consume myself with her, there’ll be no more extra time to fantasize about Monica. He made up his mind quickly that the last thing he needed was another night apart from Janice, and excused them from his friends.  Everyone said goodbye as Chandler practically drug Janice out Central Perk and up to his apartment. 

Seconds after he closed the door, they were all over each other.  He kissed her everywhere his lips could reach.  He felt the onslaught of an erection and smiled in relief.  They wasted no time going to his bedroom still joined by the lips, and fell on the bed as Chandler slammed his bedroom door shut. 

 

****

 

Chandler moaned at the soft hand caressing his penis and himself awake.  He hardened instantly at the touch and ran his hands up and down the feminine frame that he knew better than his own.  “Baby, you want to?” came the hushed whisper. 

“Yeah,” he responded in the same tone.  He cupped her breasts, noticing they were slightly fuller, but that didn’t deter him from what he wanted most.  He felt the wetness between her legs and moved on top of her.  He pushed into her and began pumping away.  She brought her legs up high around his waist and he sunk in deeper. 

“God you feel good,” he whispered in her ear.  His thrusts became more aggressive as the blood rushed to his head.  He knew he was close, and she felt so good to him.  “Ooh… Monica…” he croaked in her ear.

 

****

 

Janice’s eyes popped open at Monica’s name.  “What?” she whispered, more in shock than anything.  “Monica, you feel so good baby,” he whispered again.  She couldn’t believe the gall he had to say another woman’s name while having sex with her. 

“Get off me!” she yelled suddenly.  She pushed Chandler’s sweaty body off her and jumped out of bed.  Her body shook with anger.  She tried several times to pull on her underwear before she was successful.

Chandler felt disoriented at the sudden movement.  He’d been so close to coming and then nothing.  He turned his bedside lamp on to see Janice hurriedly getting dressed and wiping tears off her face.  “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” she repeated.  “Chandler I can’t believe you even asked me that!”

“That’s usually the question I ask in a situation like this.”  Janice only sniffed in reply and continued getting dressed. 

“Janice, I thought we were in the middle of something here.”  He pointed at his erection.  “You aren’t going to leave me like this are you?”

Janice was silent again.  She looked at him in disgust and went in search of her shoes in the living room.  Chandler pulled on his boxers and followed her, still trying to find out what was wrong. “Janice, talk to me.”

She stopped in her tracks and faced him.  “You want me to talk?  Okay, I’ll talk.  Time and time again you have hurt me Chandler, but this was the last straw.  I thought you really cared about me.  And all this time, I was a substitute.”

“What are you talking about?  I do care about you!  And what substitute?”

“You brought her into bed with us,” Janice said.  “Why Chandler?  You called me her name!”

Chandler was more confused than ever.  “Who?”

“Monica!  That’s who!”  Janice felt more tears coming.  “Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it!”  She fanned her eyes.   

“Wait a minute,” He said, turning her back to face him.  “What are you saying?”

“Do you want me to spell it out for you?  You called me Monica!  Was that clear enough?” 

Chandler didn’t know what he expected her to say, but it wasn’t that.  He didn’t really think Janice was Monica, did he?  No, of course not.  But even as he shook his head he knew she was telling the truth.  What reason did she have to lie?  Just as surely as he believed his earlier dream was real, he believed her accusation.  And he honestly had nothing to say in his defense.

“I’m so sorry, Janice.”

“Well sorry doesn’t repair what you’ve done,” she cried.  She knew she tended to be dramatic, but hell she had a right to be.  Chandler had called her Monica, a name she was growing to despise every second.  She dried her tears and turned to face Chandler with a fierce look in eyes.  “You listen to me Chandler.  I’ve forgiven you for a lot of shit over the years, but calling me that bitch’s name… Well there’s nothing more I can say.”

Janice turned around to grab her purse, then turned back to Chandler and kneed him in the groin. 

“Oohhh…” He dropped to the floor on his knees, holding his crotch in pain.  The perverse pleasurable feeling at hurting him brought a smile to her face.  She blew him a kiss then walked out the door.  

Chandler sat in the same position for ten minutes before rising to his feet.  “Slowly,” he mumbled.  He made his way to the freezer and sent all types of curses in the air seeing they had no ice.  He gingerly made his way to the front door and banged on apartment 20.  He thought it pretty ironic that the same woman who caused this pain would be the one to help him through it.                                                         

The door slowly opened and Monica peeped her head through.  “Oh, it’s you,” she said around a yawn.  She unlatched the chain from the door and looked at Chandler through half-opened eyes.  One thing she did notice was his posture.  His legs were bent at the knees and he had a pained expression on his face.  “What happened?”

“Let’s just say Janice tried to break the family jewels,” Chandler replied, and wobbled inside the apartment.  He only hoped Monica was still laughing after she found out the reason behind it.  

 

 

 

 

To Be Continued…

 

Thanks for reading once again.  I got the title from a Dave Matthews Band song, which I think I used in one of my other fics, but what the hell.  I appreciate feedback and/or criticism, so please review and let me know what you think, or you can email me.