Ross wants to tell his fantasy

The fire is dying, and has only the warm glow of a few embers. It’s too late to put on more logs. I think it’s time to go to bed. I look at Monica to suggest going to bed. She replies with a wink.

Oh yeah. We are both in the mood. Tonight is going to be fun drunk sex. I don’t care about my friends being in the next room. We have some catching up to do. I don’t want my dick to leave her body once I put it in.

I stand up, and so do other members of the group. The campfire tales have come to a nice conclusion.

Then Ross yells, “Hey where is everyone going!? The night is still young! There’s still more ****!”

“I think you’ve had enough hunny,” Rachel tries to calm him.

Ross grabs the bottle and brings it directly to his mouth. He gulps at the dark brown liquor. When he brings the bottle away from his mouth, I notice his eyes. Grey blue and blue shot. He’s definitely blacked out. He slurs, “You guys can’t leave until you’ve heard my fantasy!”

“We have heard your fantasies,” says Phoebe. “You want to fuck me out on a dance floor, and you want to fuck Monica in a sleeping bag.”

“NoNoNoNo,” Ross says. “Those are tame! You haven’t heard my darkest fantasy. The one that never fails to get me off.” He looks to Rachel. “One I’ve never even told my wife.”

“Oh no, hunny,” Rachel begs. “Please, let’s go inside. If you keep talking, you’re going to regret this. As your partner, I’m obligated to protect you. Come on babe. Let’s go to bed. I’ll suck you off while you tell me.”

Oh that sounds tempting. It would definitely convince me. But blacked out Ross is too determined, “No. They need to hear! It involves them!”

He gestures

To

Me and Joey.