The One with All the Massage

 

 

This starts in the first episode of Season 3, when Monica and Richard have broken up but Chandler and Janice are still together. Phoebe has been trying to relax Monica to get her to sleep, but she keeps thinking of Richard. Here's the dialogue immediately before the story starts:

 

Phoebe: All right, betting and wagering of any kind are, I'm sure, not permitted in the happy place. Okay. Just, just, you know, the, the lovely waterfalls, and the, the trickling fountains. And the, the calming sounds of the babbling brook ...

 

Monica: Okay, this isn't working. I'm still awake, and now I have to pee.

 

Phoebe massages Monica in 8,15, but I wrote the original of this much earlier.

 

 

 

When Monica came back, Phoebe was looking excited. "I have the perfect solution," she said. "I give you a massage. That really ought to relax you."

 

Monica considered this for a moment. "Okay," she said finally, "how do you want me?"

 

"Lying on your front on the bed," said Phoebe. "Oh, and I'm used to my clients being naked, more or less, except for maybe a towel across their ass. Will that bother you?"

 

"No, it's okay," said Monica, "I'll get one from the bathroom."

 

Phoebe discreetly looked away as Monica arranged herself. Then she went to work, starting on the neck and shoulders. "You are tense," she said. "Try to let go."

 

She worked away, finally getting results. Monica's body progressively relaxed and she began to make little gasps and moans that sounded happy.

 

"Oh, Phoebe, this is so good," she said at one point.

 

Phoebe decided to do her legs and feet as well. Monica seemed to enjoy this even more. She kept making slight wriggles.

 

"Can't you keep still?" said Phoebe in slight irritation.

 

"It's … oh, I don't know how to describe it," said Monica. "Give me some more, Phoebe."

 

"There's not much more to do, actually," said Phoebe.

 

"How about my ass?" said Monica. "Lot of muscle there." She flipped off the towel and pulled down the panties that she had left on. This changed Phoebe's perception of her fine pale body completely. She could again feel the attraction that she once had to Monica, but had never voiced. She began on Monica's rather flat but cute little ass in a gingerly fashion.

 

"I can't feel you," Monica complained.

 

Phoebe worked her fingers harder into Monica, who reacted strongly to this, almost pushing up against them. Was she getting turned on? The sounds she was making certainly suggested as much. Phoebe thought she had better stop, and said so.

 

Monica looked round at her. "Please don't stop," she begged. "I was … enjoying it so."

 

Phoebe decided to force the issue. "You were getting turned on," she said, looking directly at Monica.

 

Monica smiled, looking directly back at her. "Yes," she said simply.

 

"But you want me to go on?" said Phoebe in a neutral tone.

 

"Yes," said Monica again. "After all, you haven't done any of the front of me yet." She rolled over, and Phoebe caught her breath. Monica was far more beautiful from the front than the back: despite her slimness, she had quite good breasts. She was also clearly aroused. Phoebe felt her own nipples stiffen.

 

As she hesitated, Monica said urgently, "Please, Phoebe. For a friend? If anything can help me get over Richard, this will."

 

Phoebe lowered her hands to Monica's breasts, caressing them gently. "I'm not sure about this, Monica."

 

"Don't worry," said Monica, moving under her hands. "You'll be helping me. Anyway," – she looked impish – "you got me all worked up, now it's your job to calm me down again."

 

"I could refuse," said Phoebe meditatively. Then, seeing the expression of intense anticipation on Monica's face change to equally intense disappointment, she smiled and said, "But I won't." She bent down to kiss Monica, who pulled her down beside her and began to unfasten her clothes with trembling fingers.

 

"Have you ever done this before?" said Phoebe, between kisses.

 

Monica shook her head. "No, but … suddenly I really want to. You have magic hands, Phoebe." Her own hands went to Phoebe's bra fastener. Phoebe helped, pushing off her dress and gathering up her panties along the way. Once she was naked, she pulled Monica into a close embrace.

 

"Well, I have," she said, running her hands over Monica's body, "in prison and on the street, so I know what I'm doing."

 

She looked at Monica closely as she said this, but her friend's expression of loving affection did not change. The knowledge that Monica truly did not care that she had been in prison, and truly did want her, acted like an aphrodisiac on Phoebe. Her caresses became more forceful, and also more directed. Monica welcomed them all with enthusiasm, rejecting nothing, and when Phoebe decided to finger Monica to climax, thinking that it ought to be something like what she had had with Richard, she was unrestrained in her appreciation. She showered kisses on Phoebe when she had recovered a little and then, looking a little sly, began to finger her in the same way. Phoebe had to direct her a little, but was pleasantly satisfied in the end.

 

"Oh, Phoebe," said Monica after a final kiss. "That was … great. I think I really could sleep now. Stay if you want." She lay back, her eyes closed.

 

"Thanks, I will," said Phoebe. "Just gotta pee, then I'll be back." She leaned over and gave Monica a gentle kiss on the lips. Monica did not open her eyes, but she smiled.

 

Not bothering to put anything on, Phoebe went to the bathroom. When she came out, Rachel was standing there in her robe. Her eyes widened at Phoebe's nakedness. "Were you having sex with Monica?" she said abruptly.

 

"I was massaging her to relax her, and things got out of hand," said Phoebe simply. "She wanted it, and it was good for her. I think it's gotten her off to sleep, and it may help for me to be there with her."

 

Rachel did not look shocked, but simply appraising. Then she gave a little smile. "If you've gotten her to sleep, that's great," she said. "Good night, Pheebs."

 

Phoebe returned to Monica's bedroom to find her fully asleep. She had left room for Phoebe, who did not want to go to sleep so quickly. She felt she had some thinking to do. But the lovemaking had relaxed her too. Before she knew it, she too was asleep.

 

Next morning she awoke first and looked across at Monica, who was smiling in her sleep. She decided to let her sleep on, eased herself out of the bed, and went to the bathroom.

 

When she returned, Monica's eyes were open. She smiled happily. "Thanks, Phoebe," she said. "That really was a great help – I feel so much better." Her manner implied that while she had enjoyed last night, she did not wish to repeat it.

 

Resigning herself to this a little sadly, Phoebe said, "Think nothing of it," and began to dress.

 

Later that day Monica relapsed into a deep depression, brought on by the arrival of some Civil Wars CDs that she had ordered for Richard. But a surprise visit that evening from her father, who told her that Richard was feeling as bad as she was, relaxed her into instant sleep, and she steadily improved from then on.

 

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A day or two later, while sitting in Central Perk with them, Janice arched her back and complained of its stiffness. "I don't know what it is," she said, "but I feel like something is completely out of place."

 

Conscious that they needed to show Janice friendliness for Chandler's sake, Phoebe offered to massage her back for her. "We could do it in Chandler's room," she said.

 

"So could I," said Chandler, grinning.

 

"You're probably the reason I got this way," said Janice with a raucous laugh. "Thanks, Phoebe, that would be great."

 

As Phoebe discovered when called in, Janice did not bother with a towel, though she had kept her panties on. Phoebe was intrigued to discover what a fine body Janice had, something she had never really appreciated previously. She was nothing like as slim as Monica, but she was very well proportioned, with shapely hips and a fine butt. Janice's reactions to the massage suggested she had never had one before. From gasps and groans of pleasure and expressions of delight she moved to sexy moans. Phoebe began to feel slightly aroused, and strongly suspected that Janice was too. As her feelings of arousal grew more pronounced, Phoebe decided to experiment, and moved her hands to Janice's butt, kneading it gently.

 

"You have a great body, Janice," she said matter-of-factly. "I can see why Chandler is so attracted to you."

 

Janice turned her head and looked up at her with a sly grin. "Want to see some more?" she said sexily.

 

Phoebe's mouth suddenly went dry. "Sure," she croaked.

 

Janice rolled over and held her arms out. "Come here, beautiful."

 

Phoebe sat down and allowed herself to be embraced, but she felt a little guilty. "What about Chandler?" she said.

 

"He won't mind," said Janice confidently. "It turns him on when I tell him what I've done with women – but I won't tell him about us if you don't want me to," she added hastily, seeing Phoebe's frown.

 

Phoebe placed a hand on one of Janice's nicely rounded breasts and rubbed across the nipple gently. "Just leave my name out," she said, "and, like, don't describe me too clearly." She bent to kiss Janice as the latter wriggled out of her panties, then started to unbutton Phoebe's shirt.

 

Phoebe discovered that Janice was an experienced lover, who positively encouraged Phoebe to explore every part of her body. From playing with her breasts Phoebe moved a hand down to her abundant bush, which had such a lovely fleecy feel to it that she quickly moved her face down there also. She would have been happy to leave things like that, but Janice had other ideas. Between groans of pleasure, she gasped, "Phoebe, you wanna try a sixty-nine?"

 

"You think you're tall enough?" said Phoebe, lifting her head. "That's always been my problem before."

 

"No harm in trying," said Janice with a laugh in her voice. then she wriggled around. "Phoebe, you have a beautiful bush, really nice colour," she said, and then Phoebe felt hands on her thighs and an exploratory tongue, that quickly found a sensitive spot. She gave a great gasp.

 

"Oh Janice, that's great!" she cried.

 

"That hits the spot, eh?" said Janice. "Okay, let's go."

 

She pulled Phoebe's hips closer, and Phoebe did the same to her. They began to move their tongues around in each other, slowly at first but speeding up, with muffled ecstatic noises, until they reached a peak of passion and positively exploded in orgasm, writhing against each other's faces.

 

When it was over they lay silent for a while, panting a bit, in mutual satisfaction and content. Then Janice wriggled back up again, to place her head on Phoebe's shoulder, and stroked her face. "Phoebe," she said, "that was one of my best experiences ever. You really do have magic hands."

 

Phoebe gained a new insight into Chandler's problem. As long as she kept her mouth shut, Janice was almost the ideal lover, very considerate and responsive; but when she spoke …! Nevertheless, she could not overlook the compliment.

 

She gave Janice a hug and said, "You were great too. Did you talk with Monica, by any chance?"

 

Janice gave her awful laugh. "Can't slip much past you. Well, I did – but my back really was hurting, and it feels great now. In fact, I feel great all over. But I better get back or Chandler will be wondering what's up. Thanks again, Phoebe."

 

Once again Phoebe got an impression of being dismissed, but it did not bother her so much this time. For all Janice's qualities as a lover, she could not picture herself having an affair with her, as she could with Monica.

 

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It was only a day later that Phoebe noticed Rachel wincing as she bent over the tables to hand out orders in Central Perk. When she sat down to take a break Phoebe leaned over and said, "You have a bad back too?"

 

Rachel pulled a face, made sure no one else was listening, and leaned forward. "You're not gonna believe this, Pheebs, but Monica was trying to show me what you had done to her, and she killed me!" She rubbed her neck. "I really feel sore."

 

"Why didn't you tell her?" said Phoebe.

 

"I didn't want to make her feel any worse than she does already," said Rachel. "As it was, she was a bit put out when I said I'd had enough." She arched her back and groaned quietly. "It's gonna take me days to feel right again."

 

"Well, I started this, so I better put it right," said Phoebe. "Don't you get off shift soon? We can go up to the apartment and I'll sort you out."

 

Rachel looked at her warily. "Just for a massage, right?"

 

"Right," said Phoebe, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. Her experiences with Monica and Janice had left her feeling very turned on to female beauty, and she would have been happy to get it on with Rachel, who she had always thought very sexy.

 

When they were in the apartment Rachel would only take off her shirt and bra, claiming that her lower body was fine, it was her neck and back that were suffering. Phoebe tried to suppress lustful imaginings about the parts she could not see and do a professional job, but it took all her self-control not to run her hands down to the edges of Rachel's breasts.

 

Finally, she said, "All done," in a bright tone of voice.

 

Rachel sighed. "Can I change my mind, Pheebs?" she said in a wheedling voice. "Could you do my legs and ass as well? It feels so great."

 

"O-kay," said Phoebe resignedly. Rachel lifted her body to pull off her pants, revealing a very skimpy pair of panties. Phoebe gulped. Rachel had one of the finest asses she had ever seen, beautifully rounded and firm. Was she deliberately tempting her? She decided to explore a little.

 

"Rachel, you have one great body," she said in a deliberately sexy voice.

 

"Why, thank you, Pheebs," said Rachel brightly, but without any sexy overtones.

 

Phoebe sighed softly. No response there; it looked like she was wrong. Oh well, nothing for it but to soldier on; if she could resist this, she should get a medal. Desperately trying to think of something very dull to distract herself, she continued her work. Rachel made little "mm" noises of appreciation and sometimes wriggled a little, though not as much as Monica had done. Finally, Phoebe finished her feet, and wiped sweat off her brow. She felt proud of herself for not giving in, when her hands itched so much to caress Rachel's beautiful ass.

 

"That's it," she said, in as firm a voice as she could manage. Rachel giggled, and reached out a hand to catch her wrist as she was turning away. Pulled around, she saw that Rachel had rolled round towards her and was looking up with what could only be described as a wicked grin. Phoebe gaped at the beautiful breasts thus revealed.

 

"Well done, Pheebs," said Rachel. "I wanted to be sure that you were not deliberately setting out to seduce us all, but you never made a wrong move. Now you can have a reward, if you like." She puckered her lips for a kiss.

 

"If I like!" Phoebe almost shouted. "You really mean it?"

 

For answer Rachel pulled off her panties and threw them to one side, revealing a very neatly trimmed bush. Phoebe could no longer resist. Despite qualms about Ross, there was no way she was going to turn down this gorgeous creature. She swept her up into her arms, hardly knowing where to start. Rachel chuckled and responded to her first rather diffident kisses and caresses with enthusiasm, positively demanding more.

 

Phoebe stepped it up, feeling a new respect for Ross, if he could satisfy this hot chick. She did everything she knew, with Rachel expressing fervent appreciation every time, and was actually feeling a little weary by the time Rachel finally responded to her use of fingers, mouth and tongue in a writhing and extremely loud climax.

 

"Oh Pheebs," said Rachel when she had recovered a bit, looking up at her with a full-fed expression, "that was … everything I had imagined and more. Let me kiss you." Phoebe leaned down, and was startled to receive a very tender kiss.

 

Then Rachel looked at her more closely and her brow furrowed. "Oh, you look tired," she said, sounding contrite. "Have I worn you out? Here, take a rest." She pillowed Phoebe's head on her breasts.

 

Happily Phoebe snuggled into her fine bosom and let her eyes close, while Rachel stroked her hair. This relaxed Phoebe so much that she actually fell asleep for a while. She woke to find that Rachel had moved out from under her, but was looking down at her affectionately, still naked.

 

"Hi Pheebs," she said with a delightful smile. "You wanna know why I was so passionate?"

 

"No, why?" said Phoebe, intrigued.

 

"Because I was living out a fantasy I have had for a while," said Rachel.

 

"You've had fantasies about me?" said Phoebe, hardly able to believe her ears.

 

"Yes," said Rachel. "I've always been attracted to you. I like your attitude to life, and now that I've experienced your hands …" She smiled lovingly. "They could make me do anything. Ready for some loving now?"

 

"If it's gentle," said Phoebe. "I don't know why, but I still feel a little tired. You're not, like, secretly a vampire, are you?"

 

"Of course not, you silly!" said Rachel, with a joyful laugh. "But I promise I'll be gentle," she added, beginning to undress her.

 

She was as good as her word, starting with soft caresses that aroused Phoebe slowly, then moving on to more vigorous use of her fingers and tongue that brought Phoebe to a pleasant but not earth-shaking climax.

 

Phoebe hugged her gratefully. "Rachel, you are the kindest lover," she said. "I get the strongest feeling that you've done this before."

 

Rachel grinned. "I experimented in college. But overall I like men better – present company excepted, of course."

 

Phoebe laughed and hugged her again. "I, like, totally envy Ross."

 

Rachel smiled and stroked her face, looking into her eyes. "Maybe it's because I'm so happy with Ross that I feel I have love to spare." She laid her head on Phoebe's shoulder. "You know, you're the first woman I've actually wanted since those days. I do love Monica, but in a different way. I never fantasised about doing this with her. But talking of Ross and Monica, we'd better get up. One of them might come in soon."

 

"I suppose so," sighed Phoebe, who would have liked to go further into the topic of Rachel's fantasies about her.

 

Before she could move, Rachel sat up and looked down at her with a very serious expression. "Phoebe," she said, "if you're ever feeling desperate for some love – come to me. We'll find a way. But this must be our little secret, okay? Not even Monica can know." She kissed her, then jumped off the bed, grabbed a robe and hurried off to the bathroom. Phoebe dressed in a daze, rather overwhelmed by the clear indications that Rachel had feelings for her.

 

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Some days later, Phoebe was sitting in the apartment with the others when the phone rang. Monica took it. "Why, hello, Carol," she said. "Yes, she's here." She held the phone out to Phoebe. "She wants to talk to you."

 

"Hi Phoebe," said Carol when Phoebe announced herself. "I hear you're a brilliant masseuse. Susan and I are both having back problems from lugging Ben around. Could you do something for us?"

 

"Well …" said Phoebe uncertainly.

 

"We'll give you a good dinner, with wine and everything," said Carol persuasively. "Please, Phoebe."

 

"Oh, okay," said Phoebe. "When?"

 

"Is tonight too soon?" said Carol, sounding eager.

 

"No," said Phoebe, rather intrigued by her tone. Was something going on? She decided that if it was, she didn't care, now that her taste for lovemaking with women had been revived.

 

"See you around seven, then," said Carol and rang off.

 

"Did you talk to Carol?" Phoebe asked Monica. "About the massage, I mean?"

 

"She did say that she and Susan were having back problems," said Monica, "so I mentioned you." Phoebe nodded. Maybe that was all it was.

 

When she arrived at Carol and Susan's apartment, they gave her a restrained welcome and offered her some Californian white wine. Ben was still running around, although he was put to bed before very long.

 

"Should we have the massage before dinner?" Susan asked, once this had been successfully accomplished.

 

"Depends on the meal," said Phoebe. "If it's light, the massage could wait till afterwards. You did remember that I'm a vegetarian, right?"

 

"Oh yes," said Susan. "We're doing a kind of vegetarian casserole, with fruit to follow."

 

"Sounds great," said Phoebe. "Let's eat first, then." Carol and Susan looked pleased.

 

When the food came it was delicious, and Phoebe laid into it with gusto, not really noticing that she was being offered far more wine than the others took. Soon she was feeling pleasantly exhilarated.

 

Finally, after a pause for some digestion, they decided to start the massage. Now feeling a trifle warm, Phoebe took off her shoes and socks, also her sweater, and rolled up her sleeves. Carol went first, while Susan cleared away. She stripped off without hesitation, to Phoebe's surprised appreciation; her creamy skin was a definite turn-on. But she made no moves or sexy noises while being massaged, and Phoebe regretfully concluded that nothing was going to happen. Then Carol put on a robe and went to get Susan, who also stripped off, revealing a delightfully freckled body, but she too did not respond noticeably to the massaging. Just as Phoebe, now definitely feeling horny, was finishing Susan off, hands came around her waist, unfastened her jeans, and pushed them down, while breasts pressed into her back.

 

"You're wearing far too much for someone so talented," murmured Carol sexily, kissing her behind the ear. Phoebe sighed happily and leaned back against her, glad that it was really going to happen.

 

Susan jumped up eagerly and embraced her, kissing her on the lips and beginning to unbutton her shirt. "You made me feel so good," she said. "Now it's my turn."

 

She was a very talented kisser, and Phoebe had no difficulty responding. Then she felt her panties going down and Carol's fingers and tongue beginning to explore her from the rear. The sensation was so intense that she jerked and gave a muffled cry. Carol's tongue was removed, to her distress. She ached to have it back, and managed to free herself from Susan's mouth long enough to say so.

 

"That's our girl," said Carol, who had simply been moving round to the front. Susan removed Phoebe's bra, leaving her totally naked, and began to caress her breasts.

 

"Phoebe, you have great breasts," she said. "I think you're my favourite of the three, perhaps because you're a blonde like Carol – and you have the same lovely creamy skin."

 

By now Phoebe was trembling with desire, as the two naked women gave her more and more pleasure. "Can't we lie down?" she gasped.

 

"Sure, come on," said Susan, and, still caressing her, they led her into the bedroom and moved her onto the bed between them. Carol continued to tongue and finger her, while Susan alternately kissed her and licked and nibbled at her breasts. Phoebe had never had two persons making love to her before, though she had fantasised about what it would be like with Monica and Rachel once or twice. The sensations were almost too much for her, and before she was really ready for it she began to come, bucking against Carol's face.

 

"Well, that's a good start," said Carol. She moved up the bed. "Now it's my turn to kiss you."

 

Phoebe found her as talented a kisser as Susan. Now that the first lovemaking was over, she decided to take a more active part, putting one hand on Carol's breasts and reaching out with the other to Susan, who was pressed close against her. Making a happy sound, Susan took her hand and guided it first to her bush, then to her vagina. As Phoebe began to stimulate her, Susan showed loud appreciation, pushing hard against Phoebe's hand. Phoebe then moved her mouth to the breast of Carol's that she was not fondling, while Carol began to grind against her thigh and also to feel her up with a free hand. They developed a rhythm whose pace grew faster, until Susan cried out in ecstasy, while Carol gave a great gasp and went stiff against Phoebe, with shudders running through her body.

 

"Don't leave me hanging here," Phoebe begged, as Carol had stopped moving her hand. Carol chuckled. "Sorry, Phoebe. Here we go." She moved her head down and started some fast work with her tongue as well as her fingers. Phoebe relaxed, concentrating on the sensations that Carol was providing, while also enjoying the little kisses and caresses that Susan was giving her from the other side. This time she was fully aware of her approaching orgasm and enjoyed every moment of it, crying, "Oh yes, Carol, yes yes YES, that's IT!" as she finally came, with spasms that seemed to shake her whole body.

 

They lay in a comfortable heap. "You're a natural, Phoebe," said Susan appreciatively. "I'm guessing, you'd done this before your little adventure with Monica."

 

"Sure, didn't she tell you?" said Phoebe. "Not that I, like, gave details. But I did it in prison, sometimes because I had to, sometimes because I wanted to, and a few times I did it with friends I made on the street as well. So Monica told you about that, eh?" she went on, beginning to feel a little mad with Monica for spreading the story around so much.

 

"Only in very general terms," said Carol in a placatory tone. "She said you had magic hands, which is true," – she stroked one and pressed it against her cheek – "and we did need this massage. I feel so much better."

 

"That's what Janice said," Phoebe commented, giggling, "and Rachel really needed hers. Monica tried massaging her, but she hurt the poor girl."

 

"So you got to bed with them too?" said Susan. "Nice going, Phoebe. What were they like?"

 

"Oh, I couldn't tell you stuff like that," said Phoebe, a little shocked.

 

"We'll have to torture it out of her," said Carol in an amused tone, moving to pin Phoebe down.

 

"How do you know I don't get off on torture?" said Phoebe, grinning up at her.

 

Susan leaned over, her eyes glinting with fun. "But zis torture … vill be different," she said in a phoney German accent. "Ve shall take you to ze brink – and zen stop! How vill you like zat, frδulein?"

 

"No no, not that," cried Phoebe in mock-terror, playing along. "Okay, I'll just say that if you can stand her voice Janice is a great lover, very sharing, and Rachel is, like, very hot – she nearly wore me out – but she is considerate too. They both have a man they love, though, and I think it would have to be something very special to get them into bed with you. Janice might, but I don't think Rachel would, when she knows how it would completely freak Ross out." She thought for a moment. "Monica might do it – or it just might freak her out, too."

 

"We don't do this often," said Carol, "but when something special comes along …"

 

Phoebe giggled. "It's nice to be thought special."

 

"Oh, but you are," said Susan emphatically. "You know," she went on in an insinuating tone, "we have lots of friends who might like a Phoebe massage."

 

"O-oh no," said Phoebe firmly. "This has gone far enough. Like, no more Phoebe freebies. Not that it hasn't been great, but from now on I charge my usual rates." She laughed at their shocked expressions. "I only mean for massage, of course!"

 

After a moment they joined in the laughter and began to caress her again.

 

 

The End