Goodbyes to Joey and Phoebe

Joey finally roused. He had no problem standing nude in the kitchen, eating a piece of bacon. Monica watches his balls swing and stands up, “I think I’m going to be sick.” She runs out of the kitchen to the bathroom.

Joey says, “Now that’s an overreaction.”

Phoebe tells him to hurry up and get ready to go. He goes to his room to put his clothes on. Rachel starts doing the dishes. I watch as Ross comes up behind her and cups her ass, then bends and kisses her sweaty neck.

My gazing is interrupted by Phoebe who says, “Get up and give me a hug goodbye.” I stand up and wrap my arms around her in a hug. Only one of hers does the same, the other reaches between between my legs. Her hand squeezes my cock through my athletic shorts. She whispers in my ear, “It was fun trading stories last night. Maybe next time we can trade something else.”

Holy fuck. She was being brazen in the sober light of morning. She always flirted and teased me, but had never done anything physical. I could only stare in disbelief.

She looked disappointed, “What? No witty comeback?”

“Sorry,” I stammer. “I was just trying to figure out if you are joking.”

“Oh I’m serious,” she says, her hand massaging my dick. She lets go before anyone notices. She turns her back to me, and rubs her plump ass against my dick. She yells back to Joey, “Hurry up! You’re going to miss your dumb meeting.”

He comes out of the room, pulling their luggage. We all say goodbye to them. Even Monica comes out of the bathroom looking pale to hug them. They leave the house to return to their normal lives.

Monica says, “I’m going back to bed. I’m not feeling well. Hopefully I can sleep this off.”

Ross agrees, “I need to nap too. That was way too many shots last night.”

They both go to their rooms, leaving Rachel and me alone. She stands in her little shorts and tight sports bra. She smiles at me and asks, “What do you want to do?”