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Archive name: friends4.txt
Authors name: Scarlet Pimp(ernel)
Story Title : "THE CONTEST" (4/4)
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T H E C O N T E S T IV
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Saturday. The day of the contest. At about
five o'clock, the gang all gathered at Monica and
Rachel's apartment, the women wearing their bikinis
under their clothes.
Rachel collected the "entrance fee" from every-
one, and left the bills in two piles on the kitchen
table.
"Okay, let's get started!" Joey exclaimed.
"Not just yet, buddy boy," Monica said, going
into her bedroom.
A few seconds later she emerged, carrying a
small plastic tube.
"Here's your suit, Joey," she laughed, tossing
him the container.
Joey opened it, pulling out a tiny leopard-print
bikini brief, the kind of underwear that old, fat
Italian men often use as swimming trunks on a crowded
beach.
"Hey, my uncle has a pair just like this!" Joey
said, examining the garment.
"And here's yours Chandler," Rachel said, tos-
sing a bag at him. She turned to Phoebe and whispered,
"Wait'll you see this."
Inside the bag was a black thong, with a yellow
happy face printed on the crotch. Chandler groaned.
"Good luck, buddy," laughed Ross, who immedi-
ately stopped when he saw what Phoebe had selected for
him to wear. He was almost sure that it was a woman's
bikini bottom, but said only, "Oh my god, where's the
rest of it?"
The girls all spent a minute laughing, then told
the guys to go next door and change into their suits.
Grudingly, the three boys trudged over to Chandler and
Joey's apartment. When they were gone, the girls began
to strip off their street clothes, revealing the suits
underneath.
Rachel was the first fully unclothed. Her suit
was a white two-piece bikini that tied behind the neck,
giving her hanging breasts extra bounce. The straps of
the bottom rested on her hips, while the centre of it
plunged downwards, exposing about three inches below
her belly button.
Not to be outdone, Monica was wearing a sexy
black string bikini. The top was tiny, the triangles
of cloth barely covering her areolae, leaving
practically nothing to the imagination. (Not that
the guys hadn't already seen everything when she fell
out of the shower.) The bottom was much the same, just
a strip of cloth that hung from the bikini strings and
rested between her legs.
Phoebe disrobed slowly, exposing her one-piece
suit. It was roughly diamond-shaped, and the top
hugged her slim figure, tying behind her neck and
leaving her entire back exposed. The suit's bottom
seemed standard from the front, but when she turned
around, the rear of the suit exposed her tight ass-
cheeks fully, with only a thin thong running between
them. Best of all, the front of the suit had an oval
hole in it that extended from just a few centimetres
above her pubic hair all the way up, exposing the
curvature of the underside of her breasts.
Monica handed out robes for the girls to wear
until it was time for the "show".
Presently, the guys returned, all holding towels
around their waists.
"What the hell is this?" shouted Monica.
"Towels?"
"Hey! You expect us to walk through the hall
dressed like this?" countered Chandler. "Some one
might see us!"
"Isn't that the point?" laughed Rachel.
"You know what I mean!"
"Okay, now this is how it works, we're gonna
judge you guys first, and then, it'll be your turn.
The judges will write the name of the winner on a piece
of paper, and someone will read it out," said Rachel.
"Hey, who wants to be the announcer?"
"Ooh! Me! Me!" called Phoebe, jumping exci-
tedly. "I've always wanted to be an emmcee!"
"Alright, that's settled," said Monica. "So you
three go into Rachel's room and decide who's going to
come out first. The other two will stay in there until
he returns, then send the next one out. Got it? Good.
Get in there."
They went into Rachel's room and the girls sat
down on the couch and waited.
"Okay, who wants to go first?" asked Chandler.
"Joey does," said Ross.
"Fine, chickens. I'll go out first, see ya
later," he laughed.
Joey strutted from the bedroom, still in the
towel and stood before the girls. He dropped the
towel, then started hamming it up, striking poses
and flexing his muscles.
The girls whooped and whistled.
"Excellent work, Mr. Tribbiani!" shouted Monica.
"9 butt points!" Phoebe catcalled.
Rachel merely said, "Ow-ah!", James Brown style.
After a few minutes the excitement died down,
and the girls sent Joey back into the bedroom. A few
seconds later, Chandler emerged, crabwalking his way
across the room so as not to allow them to see his
exposed buttocks.
"Thanks, Rachel. Love the suit," he said.
"Boo! Turn around!" called Rachel.
Blushing, he did so, making the full rotation
in little under a second. The girls booed some more
shouting for him to turn more slowly. Chandler slowly
turned, the girls whistling and cheering him on.
"Oh baby! Look at that tush!" Monica laughed,
whistling.
"That's put a smile on my face," Phoebe smiled,
pointing at the little happy face on his crotch.
"Make it talk!" shouted Rachel.
The girls ended Chandler's session by howling
like wolves in unison. He bolted back into the bedroom.
"Well, hello," said Ross as he came out of the
bedroom.
He walked toward them, trying to act noncha-
lantly, and failing quite miserably. He nearly knocked
over a lamp, then bent to steady it. This ellicited
several catcalls and whoops from the girls as he stuck
his butt out. Realising this, he straightened.
"Relax, Ross," said Monica, "it's not like your
ass is showing!"
"Oh wait, it is!" called all three girls at
once, giggling.
"Ha ha. Very funny," said Ross, assuming a
superhero pose.
"Shake it baby!" Phoebe said.
"Okay, I think we've got enough to judge by,"
said Monica. "Get back in there, Ross."
Ross happily complied, shutting the door behind
him.
The girls whispered amongst themselves, passing
comments. Shortly, they had reached their decision,
and called for the guys.
Inside Rachel's room, Joey returned Rachel's
panties to her drawer while Ross and Chandler sat on
the bed. Ross heard the girls call, and told the guys
it was time.
Chandler stood and walked to the door.
"Nice ass, buddy," laughed Ross, seeing Chandler
was not wearing his towel.
"Fuck you, and anyone that looks like you!" he
replied and picked up his towel, wrapping it around
himself.
They all left the room and went into the living
room, where the girls were waiting for them, thier
minds made up.
"Welcome back, boys," said Rachel, writing the
lucky winner's name on a small slip of paper, "we've
reached our final decision, but we're going to be keep-
ing that a secret until everyone has been judged. After
that, we'll hand out the money. We're going into my
room now, and one of us will be out shortly."
"Don't get too excited," winked Monica.
The three girls sashayed into Rachel's room.
The boys sat on the couch waiting. The door opened.
Monica walked out.
"You've all seen me naked, so I guess I'll go
first."
Silently, the guys examined Monica as she
pranced about the living room, doing turns and striking
glamour poses. Joey and Chandler whispered to each
other, making comments about the curve of her back, the
way her plump boobs jiggled as she walked in the skimpy
outfit.
The trio smiled and ahhed at her.
After a few minutes, Ross motioned for her to
return to Rachel's room and send out the next contes-
tant. Frowning at their lack of response to her
excellent figure and near-nudeness, she went quietly
into Rachel's room.
"Hello, boys," cooed Rachel.
She swayed into the room, her titties bouncing
merrily. She turned her back on them, staring sexily
over her shoulder at them through her hair. Rachel
swung her hips a little, doing a dance for them before
running her fingers across her stomach, displaying its
flatness.
The guys offered a few 'oohs' and 'aahs' and
'mmm-hmms'.
"Ah, yes. Hmm, very good," said Chandler in an
uninterested manner, echoing the group's sentiments.
"Okay, send out Phoebe, please."
Surprised, Rachel hurried into her room, con-
fused.
A few seconds later, Phoebe emerged from the
room to the catcalls of the three men. Almost embar-
rassed, she wiggled her way into the room. None of the
guys could believe his eyes.
All eyes fell upon her flat tummy, slowly work-
ing their way down her body, taking the length of her
lovely legs. Chandler felt his shorts tighten as his
eyes traced the curve of the underside of her breasts.
Joey and Ross nodded their aproval when he mentioned it
to them.
Blushing, Phoebe peeked at the guys demurely.
The other two girls emerged from the room,
barely hiding their displeasure at the cheers they'd
heard through the bedroom door.
"Okay, now it's time for us to present the win-
ners," said Rachel, staring alternately at Chandler and
Joey, as if trying to impose her will upon them. "Have
the judges reached a decision?"
Chandler looked from Ross to Joey.
"Uh, I think so," he said.
Ross stepped forward.
"Yes, we have a winner."
There was a moment of silence as Ross wrote the
name on another slip of paper. They handed the paper
to Phoebe to announce.
"Okay," she said in her best announcer's voice.
"Uh, the winner this year for the first annual apart-
ment swimsuit and talent competition, in the male
category, is... Chandler Bing! We just thought you
looked so cute, standing there embarrassed, with that
little smiley face on your shorts, we had to choose
you, now come on over here and get your prize!"
Chandler nearly fainted, then exclaimed, "Oh,
my, GOD!" and then fainted. He recoverd a few seconds
later, collected his money, then slumped onto the
couch, dazed.
"And now, it's time to find out who has won the
female portion of our competition... and it's, oh my
god! It's ME!" Phoebe screamed, jumping up and down.
Monica and Rachel threw cut-eyed looks to the
men in the room.
The group decided that it was time for everyone
to get dressed and go down to the coffee shop. Chandler
Joey, and Ross went to the guys' apartment to change
back into their normal clothes.
Meanwhile, the girls simply slipped their
clothes back on over their suits. They waited a few
minutes, and when the guys hadn't returned, they began
to grow impatient.
"Why are they taking so long?" asked Rachel.
"I don't know," said Monica, bitterly. "Why
don't you go and see what's keeping them?"
"Uh, okay."
She walked next door and looked around the
living room. No one was there. She opened knocked on
the bathroom door. No answer. She went to Joey's
room. No one was inside. She went to Chandler's room
and peeked her head in. No one there.
Phoebe turned to leave when she heard a faint
thump from inside the closet. She knocked on the closet
door. A second later, Chandler poked his head out from
inside.
"Oh, hi Phoebs. What's up?"
"Chandler, why are you in the closet? And where
are the guys?"
"Well, my good friends, Ross and Joey thought
that it would be fun to take all the winner's clothes
and run away with them," Chandler laughed sarcastically.
"What? How'd they do that?" she asked.
"I tell you, I'm a little confused about that
myself. I went into the toilet, and when I came out
they were both waiting for me," Chandler explained.
"Joey grabbed me, and Ross cut the straps on the little
suit I was wearing. Then, they both laughed and ran
out the front door."
"Wait! So, you mean that you're completely
naked in there?"
Phoebe threw back the closet door suddenly.
Chandler stood in shock for a moment, then immediately
covered himself.
"Hey! Take advatage of guy while he's down,
why don't you!"
"I fully intend to," Phoebe purred.
She rapidly shed her long, flower-print summer
dress and stood before him in her swimsuit. That
didn't last long, as she untied the knots holding the
top in place, exposing her athletic boobs to him.
Phoebe was a little embarrassed, allowing
Chandler to see her admittedly small breasts after he'd
seen Monica's gallon jugs (and, unbeknownst to Phoebe,
Rachel's, too).
Chandler lowered his gaze from her eyes and
placed a hand upon one of her breasts, squeezing it
affectionately.
"You know what they say," Chandler smiled to
her, "anything more than handful is a waste."
Phoebe laughed, put at ease by this, and kissed
him on the lips. He reciprocated, and they shared a
passionate embrace, exploring each other's mouths.
Chandler kissed her neck, tracing a line down
past her clavicle with his tongue. Phoebe gasped
slightly as his saliva cooled the flesh of her neck.
Reaching down, Chandler slid his hand into Phoebe's
bikini, slipping his hand around underneath the suit
to grab her ass.
Phoebe wiggled her hips and pulled the suit
down past the bottom of her shapely butt, giving
Chandler a view of her soft, downy nether hair and
pouting pussy lips. He pulled her close and their
hands explored each other's body.
Slowly, they found each other's private places
and began to pleasure each other. Chandler gently
caressed Phoebe, rubbing her clit. She moaned in
happiness, while she stroked his throbbing member to
full erectness.
"Are we really gonna do this?" he asked.
"Don't you want to?" she asked back and he
nodded.
Carefully, she guided him into her, his tool
parting her pink cuntlips and entering her most
intimate place. She gasped and closed her eyes,
locking her legs behind his back as he lifted her.
Chandler thrust into Phoebe, his hands holding
her aloft by her firm ass. They both savoured the
moment, as both had imagined it for such a long time,
but done nothing about it. He slid in and out of her
moist tightness as she made little feminine sounds of
sexual bliss.
He nuzzled her chest, taking her breast in his
mouth and running his tongue around the erect nipple.
Walking over to the bed, he lay her down on it, and
continued his oral examination of her body.
Phoebe frowned as his penis left her, but soon
found that she didn't mind when he inserted a finger
into her cunt, teasing her insides. He slowly worked
it around, while he sucked on her clit.
When he raked his teeth across that sensitive
place, she screamed out loud, creaming herself as she
came. He simply smiled and went back to work, lapping
up her sweetness. She placed a hand on his head, run-
ning her fingers through his hair and then along his
face until she felt her own wet pussy. She inserted a
finger of her own, their digits touching while inside
her.
"Mmm... that feels so good," she cooed at him,
as she removed the finger and licked her own juices
from it. "Come here."
She leaned forward as he stood and kissed him
on the lips. At her request, he lay on the bed, his
hard cock standing straight up. She brought her lips
down around it, sucking him as she positioned her
pussy above his face.
He resumed his exploration of her, while she
blew on his cockhead, evapourating her saliva. Once
again, she took his length into her, deepthroating his
tool. Chandler groaned his appreciation, but did not
stop licking her pussy lips, running his tongue up one,
then the other, then driving it as deep into her as he
could.
Phoebe parted Chandler's legs and began to
caress his balls and to rub underneath them, sending
sparks of pleasure through is body, his orgasm mounting.
Not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled away from
her, and rolled on top of her. He took her face in his
hands and kissed her lips, then slid his body down
along hers, to her breasts.
He pinched her nipples hard. She squealed, then
laughed at him.
Phoebe pulled her legs up and rolled onto all
fours, asking him to enter her from behind. He glady
accepted her offer, and drove his cock into her tight
pussy lips and grabbed her hips.
He started thrusting into her, while she bounced
against him in opposite motion, heightening their
pleasure. He rolled her onto her side and lay behind
her, spooning into Phoebe at a fierce rate.
Chandler reached around her back and took hold
of her tits. They fit his hands perfectly. She turned
her head to him and they kissed, his cock pistoning in
her hole all the while. He sped up, then slowed down
when he felt himself close to cumming.
Suddenly, she felt his hand on her clit, rubbing
it, and she could take no more. She came, crying out
his name. Her woman juices spilled from inside her.
And yet he continued, pumping her, bringing her close
to another orgasm.
That's it, she thought as her third orgasm
rushed through her.
Phoebe rolled Chandler onto his back, his rod
still buried in her, and she began to bounce on him.
She was in control now, and though it caused her to
cum again, his hand still on her clit, she sped up the
pace.
He grabbed her hips, trying to slow her, and in
response, she bounced faster, squeezing her pussy
muscles around his cock, trying to milk him.
"Phoebe," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum!"
"That's the idea," she replied and redoubled
her efforts, sensing he was close to release.
Seconds later, he came inside her, spurting his
warm seed into her. Phoebe quickly dismounted him, and
wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking on it, tast-
ing her juices and his mingled on his delicious tool.
She returned his favour, and ran her teeth
across his cockhead, causing him to wince in a strange
combination of pain and pleasure.
Phoebe lay beside him and they kissed once more,
darting their tongues into each other's mouth. Chandler
absent-mindedly fondled her boobs, while she lay in his
arms, her back to him.
In Monica's apartment, Joey, Ross, Rachel and
Monica sat in the living room among Chandler's clothes
watching TV.
"They've been in there a while," said Monica.
"Do you think they've finally done it?" Ross
queried, holding the TV remote.
"They must have, or we would've seen one of them
by now, right?" Rachel added.
"Who are we talking about?" asked Joey, dumb-
founded.
T H E E N D
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