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Friends: Deleted Scenes - Closure (MF,oral,anal)
by Dudeman

"...so obviously, I am over you. I am over YOU and that, my friend, is what
they call cl-o-sure."

With this Rachel ended the call and tossed the phone into the nearby wine
bucket.

"Check, please," Michael said loudly and urgently, getting the attention of
their waiter.

As the patron at the next table retrieved his phone from the icy bucket,
Michael helped Rachel up from the table, with apologies to the man.

They left the restaurant, both bundled up against the chill in the fall
breeze. Rachel held his arm, mostly to keep in an upright position. He
realized that she would never make it home on her own. He hailed a cab and
as they climbed in, he asked for her address. This, she was able to remember
and a short time later, they arrived at her building in the heart of
Greenwich Village.

Stepping out of the cab, Rachel lost her footing and, quite ungracefully,
fell to the sidewalk, landing on her butt. She shrieked and laughed with a
loud exhale of air. "Lookit me... I fffell on my ass," she slurred with
humor only a inebriated person would find.

Michael finished paying the cabbie, then helped her to her feet. She clumsily
brushed the dirt off the back-side of her knee-length coat.

"Okay, Rachel. We're at your apartment now, " he said to her, slowly and
clearly, wanting to ensure that she understood. "I'll help you upstairs and
you can sleep it off."

"But I don't want to sleep it off," she protested mildly as he guided her
into the foyer and up the stairs. "We can still go out and party."

"No, that's all right," he said, gently. "You've had enough partying for one
evening."

Reaching the door, Rachel dug into her purse, but quickly abandoned her
search. "I can't find my key... can you find my key?"

"Um... sure." he said, taking the small clutch from her.

Just then, the realization hit her foggy mind. "Oh Michael... I'm so sorry.
I've ruined our date... I've just fffucked it up."

"No, no... it's okay... I need to get home anyway," he assured her. "And
you've probably got things to do in the morning, too."

Even in her intoxicated state, Rachel saw through his excuses. "No, rreally.
You were just a wwwonderful gentleman, and a wwwonderful restaurant, and
wwwonderful wine... but I just fffucked it all to hell." Rachel's sad look
soon turned to a seductive smile as an idea came to her. "Well, I can still
make it up to you... how about I just give YOU a little bl-ow-job."

Michael stopped looking for her key, unsure that he heard her correctly.
"Um, what?"

"A bl-ow-job," she repeated. "You know, I'll sssuck on your cockhh." She
slipped between him and the door. Her fingers gripped the lapels of his
jacket, partly to keep him from moving away from her, and partly to keep
herself steady. "Oh, come on, Michael... lemme do this for you," she whined,
then continued, feigning an air of elegance and composure, "...just as a
friendly little ttthhank you for the wwwonderful e-ven-ing..."

"Look, Rachel, you've had a little to much to drink... Actually, you've had a
lot to much to drink. And I don't want to take advantage of you, and I'm
sure you don't want to do anything you'll regret in the morning."

"Allll-right," she interrupted him cheerily, as if not hearing his protests.
"I'll sweeten the deal... a blowjob... AND you can do me... Come on, Mikey...
doncha wanna jus' get between these legs and ssskhrew me?" she taunted as
she ground her pelvis against his thigh. Even in her drunken state, she
remembered her decision to wear a short dress and high heels to tease and
entice her date. And she recalled catching his stolen looks at her legs,
what she considered one of her best assets. Michael's ever so brief pause in
finding her key was just long enough for Rachel to barrel on. "Tell ya
what... how about I just start right now?"

With her back against the door keeping her from falling down, Rachel slowly
slid to a squatting position. Before he could stammer a "no" or a "wait",
she had unzipped his pants and was reaching in to retrieve the intended
object of her gratitude. Her fingers slipped through the fly in his boxers
and pulled it out.

Michael rifled through her purse, trying to find her key, and amazed that it
was so hard to locate in the little bag. He still hoped to end this date as
a gentleman, but for the life of him, he had no idea why. His frantic
actions stopped instantly when he felt a warm wet sensation slide onto his
cock.

"Oh god," he groaned as he looked down to see his dick inside his date's
mouth. Her head was slowly swaying back and forth, though he couldn't tell
how much was from the alcohol and how much was the blowjob.

He looked up and down the hallway, making sure that no one was watching this
lurid thank-you. His hand went back into the purse for one last attempt at
finding the door key - the one thing that would save him from public
embarrassment, if someone should come up the stairs or out of a nearby
apartment.

Rachel kept at her sucking, her perfectly coiffured head sliding forward and
back as she serviced him. She was completely oblivious, and thoroughly
uncaring, about Michael's fear of getting caught with her like that. In
fact, it was almost as if Michael wasn't there, and Rachel was giving head,
just to give head. Just sucking on some disembodied penis, that could have
belonged to anyone, or to no one. In her actions, it seemed as though for
her, sucking cock was a normal part of everyday life, like brushing her teeth
or eating lunch. Like it was simply time for her daily blowjob.

The franticness of Michael's mind paid off, as he happened to notice a tiny
zipped pocket on the side of the clutch. The tips of his fingers dipped
inside and felt a small metal object. Relief came upon his face as he hastily
pulled it out and inserted it into the lock. The swinging door removed
Rachel's support. Her lips slipped off his cock as she pitched backward
through the doorway and landed on her rump. "Oops!" she giggled as she sat
there. Her legs splayed in a decidedly unladylike manner, giving her date a
good view up her dress. As he stooped to help her up, his penis slipped back
through his fly.

"Hey, where'd it go? That's my dick to lick. Hey, that rhymes," she said,
laughing at her own joke. "Get it, Mikey? 'Dick to lick, dick to lick.'"

While Michael tried to help Rachel to her feet, his penis came back out, and
she somehow ended up on her knees with her cheek gently being batted by his
hard cock. "There it is," she mumbled happily. Then her lips glommed onto
it again and her sucking resumed. She looked up at him, and a smile came
upon her cock-filled lips. A little wink told him that she had already
decided that indeed this would happen; Michael's protests be damned.

A mumbled moan from below chipped away at his will. He knew he should stop
her, but it felt so good. Her hot wet mouth was giving sensations that he
hadn't felt in far too long. His wife never enjoyed giving oral sex, and she
was commensurately mediocre at it. But here, this sexy, sloshed slut clearly
relished giving head. It was almost as if she lived for oral sex. The
passion in her sucking and licking and bobbing and slurping was almost more
than he could handle. His lust nearly exploded, wanting to grab her head and
give her a solid, vigorous mouth fuck. Yet his self control, shredded as is
was, still kept him from doing all the things his mind screamed at him to do.

Suddenly, Rachel stopped fellating, and wrapped her fist around his shaft,
pumping the flesh up and down. Her sweet, seductive smile accompanied her
words. "So what'll it be, Michael... You wanna fuckhhme...."

Rachel never considered herself one for one-night stands. Sure, she'd put
out on the second or third date, but only if she felt a real connection with
the guy. But right then, she honestly didn't give a fuck about any of that.
The only important thing to her was getting screwed good and hard.

"Come on, I'll letcha do whatever you want... Hell, I'm so drrr-unk... you
can even fuck my ass, for all I care... And I've only let one other guy do
THAT to me... I think there was just one other guy... Yeah, yeah, just the
one... "

Michael's resolve finally gave in. "Where's your bedroom?" he asked, bluntly.

"Right through here," she replied, standing, taking his hand and leading him.
Her hips mustered a sexy sway. She glanced over her shoulder, giving him
that alluring look.

Rachel closed the door as soon as they entered. She leaned back against it,
as if to prevent him from leaving. "So how do you want me?"

Several options raced through his mind, then assembled themselves into some
semblance of order.

"Lay on the bed," he directed, trying to test the waters. "...on your
stomach... and face this way." Rachel strutted around the foot of her bed.
With a sultry look, she climbed onto it, crawled across, and lowered herself
to lay in front of him. She supported herself on her elbows, her hands
forming a cradle for her chin. Her legs swung up, one after the other,
bouncing playfully. "Now what Mikey?" she asked with a now-innocent
demeanor. Her big bluish-green eyes looked up at him expectantly.

As an answer, Michael's long hard penis slid into her mouth. Gentle sucking
sounds came from below as his hands went to the back of her head. His
fingertips traced the lines of her delicate hairdo.

A few strands had fallen out of place in their activities so far, but
otherwise her hair was as perfectly arranged as when they first had been
seated at the restaurant earlier that evening. So beautiful; so elegant; so
sexy. When she spoke after they first met, his eyes had been riveted on her
lips. Those full, pouty, fill-us-with-a-cock lips. Once or twice in the
evening, he'd had a brief fantasy of what it would be like to have his dick
between those lips; filling that girlish mouth. And finally, now in the
privacy of Rachel's bedroom, all of his opposition to roundly fucking this
tipsy woman melted away with each pulsing suckle.

His hands ran recklessly through her hair, disheveling Rachel's
once-immaculate coiffure. His passion grew as he reveled in the luxurious
tresses, comparing it quite positively to the butch haircut that his bitchy
ex-wife preferred.

With his fingers intertwined in Rachel's bobby-pinned locks, his palms
flattened against the back of her head and he carefully pushed his hips
forward. He was pleased to hear no muffled objection and his penis easily
glided deeper until he felt Rachel's nose pressing into his abdomen. Michael
groaned at the sensation enveloping his entire cock. He could barely get his
ex to give him head when they were together, much less take him this deep.

Rachel hummed in satisfaction without so much a hint of gagging on the cock
slowly fucking her throat. Michael smiled, wondering if it was the alcohol
or simply experience that allowed this sexy woman to be so relaxed as she
deep-throated his dick.

His hard cock pulled back from Rachel's mouth enough for her to resume
sucking on it. He watched her legs hinging to and fro, and admired each slim
thigh and toned calf in black hose as they flexed just for him. He reached
out and caught one. As he held her ankle in one hand, his fingers glided down
the curve of her calf and along her leg. They retraced partway, and then
slid between her slightly spread thighs. Hearing no challenge, his fingertips
traveled along one until he was reaching under her short skirt. Rachel purred
beneath him as his hand cupped and caressed her crotch before rubbing along
the length inside her other thigh.

Michael's fingers traveled this path a couple more times as he fondled his
willing, albeit soused, date. On the last pass, both hands ran along Rachel's
legs, and up over her ass. He enjoyed the soft satiny feel of her dress as he
caressed her body on up to her shoulders. As he moved back down, he paused at
the hem of her dress. Rachel felt fingertips slip beneath the tight garment,
and slowly pull it up to her waist, which she aided with a slight arch to her
body. Michael's hands and eyes fell on the cute round ass that he'd ogled as
she had walked away from him when she had excused herself during dinner. As
he moved along her tush, he realized that he felt no panties under the
fabric. "Oh my god," he mumbled and his eyes rolled in appreciation of this
woman and his luck.

"Turn over for me, Rachel," he said, his reservations completely gone. He
pulled out and as she rolled over and repositioned herself, Michael quickly
took off his pants and boxers. The inebriated beauty's eyes were closed as
he directed his cock into her waiting mouth. She suckled the head as though
savoring a piece of hard candy. Loud, erotic slurping sounds filled the
room.

Moments later, Rachel slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the now-tight
ballsack above her. Confused and concerned, she spit out the cock, and
declared with drunken vigor, "Hey! Your ass is upside down! You better
stand up, or you're gonna fall down."

Michael chuckled as he pushed his cock down and back into her mouth. "That's
okay, Rachel. I'm good at having sex upside down. You just keep on sucking
for me." Whether from satisfaction at the answer, or from forgetting her
concern, the brunette wrapped her pillowy lips around the presented head and
continued servicing his hard member.

He looked down at the lips and cheeks between his legs. His gaze traveled to
her sculpted chin, along her perfect neck, over her still clothed body, and
down her legs. Mimicking his previous motions, he reached forward, and
slipped his hand between Rachel's partly splayed knees, and slowly worked
upward, caressing her inner thigh until his hand could move no further. His
sucking partner's legs moved a bit farther apart, as if inviting him in. His
palm rested on her mound. He felt just the slightest hint of dampness as he
rubbed Rachel through her opaque black hose. His middle finger worked its
way slightly into the crease of an ever-moistening pussy.

Then, as if to check his assessment of his date's lingerie selection or lack
thereof, Michael pulled Rachel's dress up and his fingers slid under the
waistband of her hose, caressing first her toned abdomen, then moving further
in. The lycra stretched over his hand and little by little he found more
soft smooth skin. His fingertips soon confirmed his first conclusion when
they found a groomed patch of hair. He smiled as he thought how this sexy
woman had been sitting across the table from him, and the whole time she was
wearing no underwear. His cock got even harder in Rachel's mouth as he
wondered what she had intended. Even if she hadn't gotten so drunk, was she
planning on fucking him? And if so, if she was planning on bringing him back
to her apartment, why go to dinner with no panties? Did Rachel think they
might hit it off, and did she make sure she'd be ready for the passion of an
impromptu tryst? Maybe in a bathroom, or outside in a secluded niche among
the downtown buildings? Somewhere where they could slip out of the way, she
could get fucked good and hard, and just as quickly, she could have her hose
and dress back in place to continue on their way or to part company.

Amid these lurid what-ifs, the word 'slut' never came to his mind, though the
meaning behind that word had a major effect. Michael's hand moved deeper,
until his finger wrapped down and over her hard clit and into the folds of
her very wet pussy. Rachel groaned. Instilled with new lust, she grabbed onto
his hips, using them for leverage to pull her head upward again and again to
lip-jack his cock. He masturbated her with his finger, as she masturbated
him with her mouth.

Seeing her lower body in front of him, feeling her wet slit as his other hand
took in the softness of her covered thigh, he was overcome with the desire to
taste her and breathe her aroma. His head moved between her thighs, and they
gently clamped around it as her knees came up. His lips and tongue ran all
over the damp hose that separated them from his fingers and her pussy. His
lips and chin were bathed in her scent. He knew he had to have more.

Straightening up, Michael quickly worked Rachel's tights over her hips and
along her thighs to her knees. The fabric stretched between them as she
offered herself to him. In the instant that he took to lean back in, his
mind captured the image of Rachel's naked hips, her trim thighs, the
erotically taut hose, and the strip of hair with which she decorated her
perfectly bald pussy lips. As he began ferociously licking her pussy, his
thoughts bounced randomly among all the things he wanted to do to her; all
the ways he wanted to use her proffered body. Every sexual act and position
in the world fought for prominence, as his tongue created a muffled, moaned,
"Oh god..." to creep out around his dick.

Rachel's head hung down off the side of the bed, and she briefly took in an
inverted view of her bedroom door, just before closing her eyes to enjoy the
oral attention. For Michael, the wonderful sensation of his date's mouth was
replaced by the equally enjoyable feeling of her masturbating him. Her hand
stroked his saliva-coated cock, as his tongue wound its way through her very
wet pussy lips. He tasted her tangy-sweet pussy again and again, licking and
sucking and probing. Rachel encouraged him to lick more, and deeper, and up
and down, and whatever other pleasurable instruction came stumbling through
her wine-fogged mind. Current sensations and past memories blurred together.
She couldn't even remember if she'd ever had sex before, or individually
recall with whom, but in those moments everyone who had ever licked her pussy
was blended into her perception of this new lover.

Michael's tongue flicked rapidly up and down on her clitoris. "Oh
gawwwwwwwd," came a deep, guttural groan that Rachel barely recognized as
being her own voice. "Fuuuuckkk....," it trailed off and was replaced by a
deep sharp gasp and a screamed "FUCK" as Michael delivered a quick, hard
suckle to the little fold. Arms wrapped around thighs; Michael's grip was
more deliberate and Rachel's more desperate, as both temporary lovers clasped
the other's body.

Rachel turned her head and buried her face, not knowing that she was biting
his thigh in her passion. Michael never realized how something so animal and
so kinky could be so erotic and so stimulating. He was overcome with a
equally carnal goal of making Rachel cum. Even if she didn't want to cum,
which she did, he was determined to make her cum.

Michael pushed two fingers into her easily receptive pussy. While continuing
his flicking and sucking on her clit, he rapidly masturbated the vocal minx.
Her hair became more undone as her head flailed from side to side under the
oral and digital assault. When Michael's tongue hit a particularly pleasing
combination with his mouth and hand, Rachel gasped or uttered some expletive.
Amid all the clamor of his gripping, licking, sucking and masturbating, and
her writhing, screaming, groaning and biting, Rachel's orgasm hit her, hard
and unexpected.

Her thighs clamped together around his head and her back arched, pushing her
pussy to him. A moment later, her hips released and her body involuntarily
curled under him, as if trying to pull her tender clit away from the
relentless pleasure. But he would have none of that, and he gripped her
lower body even tighter to keep her right where he wanted her. He licked her
clit hard, over and over. "Oh god, oh god... SHIT!" she screamed. "Oh shit,
Michael. Mmmmmm... uhhnnn... oh god... fuck me... godammit, fuck me...
fuckme, fuckme, fuckme... god, please fuck me..."

His lingual attack on her finally relented, and he stood up. Rachel quickly
moved on the bed, the room swirling, as Michael stripped off his shirt. He
climbed on and as they knelt upright together, they both fumbled with the
buttons that ran from the high neck of her dress down to her breast. Soon
they were all undone, and he was helping her pull the short black dress up
and over her head. Her breasts were held in a sexy blue bra, cut low and
wide across the front. Its sparse lace pattern decorated her breasts more
than hid them, as her pert nipples looked out through the see-through fabric.

Michael groped her breast as he planted kisses around her ears and neck.
Rachel softly moaned her assent and pleasure. Without a word, he pushed the
thin straps of her bra over her feminine shoulders. They fell down her arms.
Quickly, the beautiful woman reached around behind herself and unclasped her
bra, pulling it off and baring herself for him.

Her naked torso begged for his attention. He wrapped an arm around her, and
leaned down to capture one of her breasts between his hand and mouth. A wet
tongue coated the flesh, much to her purred enjoyment. Her hard nipples
became even harder under Michael's touch. She leaned back into his grasp,
relishing the wonderful sensation being given to her nipple. The new lovers
knelt on the bed, naked except for the pair of black tights that were now
bunched around Rachel's knees.

Michael kissed his way up her chest, up her throat, and up her chin, until he
reached her lips. Her pillowy, red, waiting lips.

They devoured each other's mouths. Their tongues played roughly together and
their mutual heavy breathing filled the room. Rachel's hand went to his cock
and she began vigorously masturbating him. He moaned into her mouth, his
cock experiencing the only hand, other than his own, since the separation
from his wife. Rachel's stroking had its intended effect, and soon he was
again hard and ready.

"Condom." Even in her drunken and aroused state, she had the presence of
mind to pant the word. She pointed to the drawer on the nightstand.

As he retrieved protection, Rachel flopped back onto the pillows and waited
for him, rubbing her wet clit the whole time. Her jet black nylons stretched
between her knees as she tried spreading her legs

"Ghethese fuckinthingss offa-me," she slurred, seemingly both a gentle demand
and a request.

With one smooth motion by Michael, and a couple kicks from Rachel, her legs
were shed of the opaque nylons. Michael stared lecherously as he pulled off
her hose and stripped her naked. She spread her legs wide, and dipped her
finger into her pussy. With smooth up and down motions, she simultaneously
rubbed her clit and penetrated her pussy with her freshly manicured finger.
Michael knelt between her legs, stroking his hard cock as he watched this
beautiful, sexy, tipsy woman masturbating for him.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"Turn over," he murmured back.

She flipped over and spread her legs, waiting for his entrance. Michael's
palm caressed her cute, bare, round ass before sliding between her thighs to
cup her pussy. He fingerfucked her a couple times to make sure she was good
and ready for him.

"Mmmm, forget the finger. Give me that cock," she moaned. Without a word,
Michael lowered himself onto her.

At first, his dick slipped barely inside her wet cunt, but even that was
enough for Rachel. Her tingling lips gripped it, sending shivers up her
spine as he moved farther inward. "God, yes, fuck me," she murmured.

At this, he began screwing the beautiful vixen. The one who had sat demurely
across from him at dinner. The one with the cute, sexy smile and manner.
The one who had a little too much to drink. The one who blew him in the hall
to get him inside her apartment. The one who let him play with her body and
strip her naked. The one who now moaned beneath him. The one who offered
him her ass.

Rachel felt the weight of his body on her hips, pressing her into the bed as
he supported himself on his elbows. The occasional kisses planted on her
shoulders made her even wetter. Her head lifted off the pillow and her hands
held her mane; her disheveled up-do still giving some air of elegance.
"Fffuck, I lllove what you're doing to me," she slurred.

Hearing her encouragement spurred him onward, and he fucked her more
passionately. She turned her head, and they kissed; their mutual lust
ignoring the somewhat clumsy kissing position. Michael ended up kissing and
licking along her neck. She giggled, but soon was overwhelmed again by the
sensations of being fucked.

"Oh, Michael," she moaned. "Michael, Michael... yes..."

The man she had met only hours before plunged into her over and over. His
hard cock giving her what she wanted that night. The shaft caressing her
sensitive labia. The head pushing and grinding along her G-spot.
"Ohhhhmiiigawwwd," she groaned. "Fuuuck me."

Her body writhed under him, as much as his body would allow. Both were
breathing hard now; sweat began covering their naked bodies. "God, Rachel,
you're incredible," he panted as he continued nailing her. Her only reply
was a moaned, "Fuuuuuck."

His relentless pounding brought her climax closer and closer. The lustful
look on Rachel's face soon turned into one of pleading. "Ohgod, ohgod,
ohgod, ohgod," she begged. "Please... please... ohgod, please..."

Her appeals were quickly rewarded as her orgasm crashed into her like a huge
ocean wave. "UHHHHHHHNNNNNN," Rachel groaned. She momentarily blacked out;
the combination of the alcohol and her body's climax. Her own sounds quickly
brought her back. She gasped as bolts shot through her, followed by another
long low moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

A determined look held Michael's visage, as he ordered his own orgasm away.
It was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Rachel's body and sounds and
actions were almost more than he could take. He wanted so much to cum with
her, but he was more intent on the goal of screwing Rachel's ass.
Mercifully, his climax slipped away, even as he slowed fucking the
glistening, heaving body beneath him.

"Take my ass," she panted, with an abandon that only lust and liquor could
bring.

"You ready?" he asked, out of breath.

"Goddammit, just fffuck it," she replied. Her voice bore no anger, but only
a filthy allowance.

Michael pulled out and lined up his condomed cock with Rachel's little
asshole. Gently, he pushed the well-lubricated dick into her. Her hands
gripped the headboard, and she moaned at a feeling she'd felt only once
before. A hard dick sliding between her ass cheeks.

Her date slowly rocked himself into her, entering a little more each time,
then pulling out a bit between the gentle pushes. Rachel felt her ass slowly
accommodating him. She closed her eyes and her floating mind hovered above
the feeling of that cock invading her ass. She could almost see it slipping
inside her. "Mmmm, yesssss... god, fuck yessss..." she moaned into the
black, hazy space. She swam in the sensation that seemed so taboo. She felt
dirty, filthy, nasty, erotic, desired, sexy... so many ways to describe how
Rachel felt at that moment.

"FFFuck my ass," she spat, once she realized that he was as far into her as
he would go. Her wanton demand met with an unspoken reply.

Michael sat up, his dick still inside her. His knees gripped her hips and
his hands trapped her torso as he began humping in earnest. She moaned as
her ass was drilled. "My god, that feels... oh god...," she encouraged. His
only response was a gentle chuckle and heavy breathing.

"Fuckit, fuckit," she moaned. "Bang my fuckin' ass."

Michael paused to shift his position, spreading Rachel's legs apart with his
knees as he maneuvered between them. His weight pressed down against her ass
and thighs; his abdomen rammed against her butt-cheeks. He couldn't believe
that he was screwing her cute curvy butt. And it was even more amazing that
his date was reveling in an ass-fuck. In every way, his ex-wife could never
compare to this beautiful near-stranger.

"God, Michael, please fuckit," she moaned.

Rachel's toes curled and her beautiful taut legs stretched out to the bottom
corners of the bed, held there, tightly, as if by some imaginary bonds; bonds
that she would have allowed to be real, had either of them thought of it.
Her fellow fucker chuffed as he continued screwing her, vigorous now in his
motions. Her body bounced on bedsprings with their squeaking. She buried
her face into her pillow, biting down on the fluffy mute with the
particularly intense sensations coursing inside her. It was going to come
soon... she knew it was going to come soon.

Suddenly she screamed into the goose-down padding as her orgasm hit. "OH
GOD!!! GOD!!! AHHHH..... FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck... FUCK!"

This was enough to finally send Michael over the edge. He collapsed onto her
as his hips kept cycling, pumping his jizz into the condom. His breath was
heavy against her neck and he moaned loudly into her ear. The stimulation of
these new senses prolonged Rachel's climax just a little longer as her body
trembled beneath him.

For what seemed like hours, their bodies heaved as both tried to catch their
breath. "Damn, Rachel, that was amazing," he groaned against her neck. Her
only response was a little panted giggle. Soon, with the exhaustion of her
body and the lingering effect of the wine, Rachel drifted into
unconsciousness.

The next morning, she awoke. Rachel lay there on her side, but the moment
she stirred, a headache pounded inside her skull. "Oh gawwwd," she groaned
as she grabbed her head. After a few moments of throbbing, she rolled over
and her hand immediately went to her tender ass. "Oh god, what did I do last
night?" she murmured as very vague memories drifted on the outskirts of her
mind.

Gingerly, Rachel climbed out of bed and dressed in her pajamas. She left her
room and immediately went to the bathroom to retrieve some aspirin.

As she sat in the kitchen, downing the pain-relief, Ross walked into the
apartment. "Hey Rach," he said cheerily, to which her only reply was a
moaned, "Mmmmm."

Ross immediately realized her state. "Oh. And how was the date?"

"Umm, I think there was a restaurant... I know there was wine..."

"Wow," he said with mild sympathy. He had dropped by to pick up some cat
toys Monica had set out for his and Julie's new pet. As he asked Rachel for
them, he became uncomfortably aware that she was staring at him. "What? Why,
why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"I don't know. I, I feel like I had a dream about you last night but I, I
don't remember."

"OK." he answered, realizing just how drunk she must have gotten, then he
quickly changed the subject as he ran over to the chair and retrieved the bag
of cat toys.

Rachel stood, still trying to recall the vague memory. "Did we speak on the
phone last night? Did you call me?"

"No, I stayed at Julie's last night," he replied.

"Huh." she said, mostly to herself as she walked toward her room.

"Oh, actually I haven't even been home yet. Do you mind if I check my
messages?" he asked, picking up the phone.

"Oh yeah, go ahead." With this she walked into her room as Ross dialed his
machine.

"Rach, I got a message from you," he called out. Realization began to sink
in for her as she stepped back into the living room. "Who's Michael?" he
continued.

Suddenly, the evening came flooding back to her. "Oh my god. Oh my god Ross,
no, hang up the phone," she said frantically as she ran across the room. Up
and over the couch, she went, climbing onto Ross' back. "Give me the phone
Ross, give me the phone, give me the phone, give me the. . .

Just before throwing the wireless handset into the sink, she heard her own
voice coming faintly from the earpiece.

"...so obviously, I am over you. I am over YOU and that, my friend, is what
they call cl-o-sure."

    

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