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.
-----
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.
-----
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.
-----
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