Chandler’s version

Phoebe invited me back to her room. I was ridiculously drunk. Monica would’ve been pissed if I came back to the room like this. She was having trouble enough sleeping as it was.

In the room, Phoebe asked for help taking off her wedding dress. I obliged. She moaned sensually when the dress fell off her. She should in just a white bra and panties, her belly bulging with a baby. She stood there stretching, and I said, “You look great,” because she really did.

She smiled, “Thanks. Do you need help getting undressed as well?” She bent over pushing her huge cleavage into my face. She unbuttoned my shirt, then my pants, and finally pulled down my zipper. She pat me on the crotch, hitting my dick, and stood back up.

She turned around, and apologized for not wearing sexy enough underwear. She pulled them up into a thong showing her ass cheeks. “This better?”

I didn’t know what she wanted me to say, so I said, “You are a sexy pregnant bride.”

She went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I was pretty much asleep when she came out in a bathrobe. She sat on the bed and rubbed herself down with lotion. Her arms, stomach, calves and thighs. She kept glancing over at me to see if I was watching.

She held up the bottle, “Would you like to use some? I won’t mind. It’d actually make me feel really sexy if you touched yourself while watching me on my wedding night.”

She walked over to me with the bottle of lotion, and set it down next to me. Did she want me to jerk off while she had sex with her husband? I couldn’t do this. I stood up, but I wobbled. The room spun around me with each step. I tried to make my way to the door, but ended up on the bed.

If I tried to walk again, I’d throw up. I decided to stay in the bed. I crawled under the covers, and closed my eyes trying stop the spinning.

Somehow my head rested in-between Phoebe’s thighs. They were perfect pillows, and they stopped the spinning. I kissed them in thanks. Phoebe let out a sigh, so I kissed them again. I wanted to see if I could make her moan. I sucked on her inner thighs. Her breathing became heavy. She sighed, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

I blew a heavy breath against her warm panties. My lips rubbed on the fabric, “I’m just saying Hi to the baby.”

Her hand pushed at my head. I ran my tongue down her thigh to her calf. Then to her foot, and I tumbled off the bed. I groaned laughing.

Joey came in the room, picked my drunk ass off the floor, and helped me to my room.

When I got to my room, I tried to go down on Monica, but she was not having any of it. She was pissed that I woke her up.