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Friends: Choosing A Groomsman

Date: 1/4/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Hardcore, Sex Humor, Author: dudeman_85, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

Chandler paced back and forth in the kitchen. He was fretting over Rachel's choice of Ross to be her groomsman in Phoebe's wedding that day. It was a last minute decision, and Chandler was trying to figure out how to get Rachel to change her mind. He stopped in mid-step, as she walked in. "Hi," Rachel said, nonchalantly. She was wearing her green floral bathrobe and little socks, obviously in the middle of getting ready for the evening ceremony. "Hey, can I talk to you about this groomsman thing?" Chandler asked. She paused to listen. "If you pick Ross, he'll walk you down the aisle just fine. But if you choose me... you'll be getting some comedy!" Rachel pretended to consider it for a moment. "Even so, I think I'm gonna pick Ross," she said decisively. "Let me tell you why you need to pick me," he began to explain as he went around the couch. He sat on it, facing into the kitchen. Rachel pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him, as he went on. "See, when I was a k**, I was always left out of everything, you know, and it really made me feel... insecure. You know, I was always picked last in gym. Even behind that big fat exchange student who didn't even know the rules to baseball. I mean, this guy would strike out and then run to third. Anyway, if I'm the only one left out of this wedding, I just know that all those feelings are gonna come rushing back." Rachel's heartstrings were tugged by his story, but nonetheless she began to explain that she had already told Ross that ... he would be in the wedding. "Chandler, I just-" Sensing her oncoming rejection, he quickly took a desperate stab in the dark. "If you pick me," he interrupted, "I will give you an orgasm." "WHAT?" she said, taken aback and quite uncertain that she'd heard him correctly. "That's right," he said, reaching across the couch, taking her hand, and gently leading her around to him. "I will give you an orgasm. Right here. Right now." Rachel chuckled slightly at the seeming absurdity of the promise. She sat down on the couch. "Look, Chandler, you can't just 'give me an orgasm'." "Oh, but I think I can," he said trying to act all debonair, as he took a place on the coffee table across from her. "Monica's taught me some very good things." "Well, but still, you ju-" Rachel stopped in mid-sentence as the thought sunk in. "Uh, what do you..." she cleared her throat nervously, "what do you mean 'very good things'?" "Oh, I'm talkin' things that make her moan.... things that make her scream... things that make her beg for more... Let's just say... the crowd goes wild!" Rachel paused, trying to imagine just what Chandler was capable of doing, now that Monica had taught him what a woman truly likes. But then she f***ed herself back to reality. "Yes, but speaking of Monica... your wife... she's just two doors away, and... and what would she think if she walked in and... you and I were, were going at it on the couch." "Well, first... she's too busy gloating to Phoebe over the whole wedding mess - ...