The first Monday of their relationship was kind to Ross and Rachel. Rachel found that she had forgotten nothing of importance, so she did not have to make an emergency run to her apartment before work. They got ready for work, and had breakfast at a nearby café. They kissed, and went to work in opposite directions. They both made it into work in plenty of time.

Ross called Rachel mid-morning, saying, “I’m just checking in, can you talk?”

Rachel replied, “Yes, I’m good here. How do you feel?”

“Great. You?”

Rachel said, “Also great, but everyone asks me how my weekend went, or God forbid, asks me what’s new. I don’t know what to tell them.”

“Same here, Rach. I mean, were not keeping this a secret or anything, but it seems a little early to be telling co-workers, ‘Yeah, I started a new, ultra-serious relationship on Saturday. It’s going great, so far!’ I think if anyone asks specifically if I’m seeing anyone, I’ll tell them I recently started dating someone I’ve known for a while. How does that sound?”

“That sound perfect, Ross. I’ll do the same, but that’s only for people who aren’t close friends or family. For the people who already know us both, let’s stick with ‘We’re on the same page.’ If they ask if its serious, ‘We’re on the same page.’ If they ask if we’re sleeping together, ‘We’re on the same page.’ Like that.”

“That’s good. Obviously, there is a third category, being our very closest confidantes. Monica, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe, maybe our parents.”

Rachel was mischievous, “Uh-huh, and what did you tell the guys yesterday, Ross?”

“I was very discrete, Rachel. They wanted all the gory details–no, make that the beautiful details, but I didn’t give them much. They knew we’d spent the night together, of course, so I couldn’t pull the wool over their eyes, entirely.” Ross was talking faster and faster. Rachel smiled, knowing that Ross was struggling to withhold information from her. It was against his nature to deceive. She let him run on. “I mean, they knew we were together all night, so I couldn’t very well say we didn’t make Love, right? They just wanted to know how many times, and what does that matter, anyway, right?”

Rachel felt that Ross had incriminated himself enough. She interrupted, “Ross, you told them everything, didn’t you?”

“Oh, no, no. God no, not everything. Some of it…much of it…most of it, maybe.” There was a pregnant pause, and he concluded, “Okay, almost everything, Rachel. I’m so sorry.’

Rachel laughed, “I knew it! Not only did I know that you told them everything, but I knew you couldn’t keep that fact from me. It’s fine, dear, I told Monica everything.”

“Ewwwwww, she’s my Sister!”

“And my best friend, and your closest confidante all your life. Face it, Ross, we’re living in a fishbowl. Everyone has x-ray vision. Aside from all that, how do you feel?”

“I feel good, I really do. You saved me from a night of misery last night, Rachel. I cannot thank you enough.”

“It’s my new job, Ross. I’ve gotta go, though.”

“Will I see you tonight?”

“If you need me, I’m there, but I definitely need to get back to my apartment tonight. You can call me anytime, and I’ll get right over to your place. Or, you can show up at my place, even if you just want a quickie. Okay.”

“I–” Ross caught himself just in time. “I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

Ross had been in Love with Rachel, in one way or another, since the moment he met her, ten years previously, when she was sixteen. His affection for her only deepened with the years, even in years in which they hardly saw one another or even communicated.

Ross had nearly said, “I Love you.” He had a powerful urge to say it, but it seemed more likely that he would blurt it out inadvertently, as he had nearly done several times the previous night, when Rachel rescued him from an emotional crisis. He did not expect Rachel to reciprocate, at least not yet. Telling her prematurely would put both of them in a terribly awkward position.

Ross was surprised at how many of his favorite classic rock songs dealt with this very situation. A couple, with one of them in Love alone. The agonizing decision of when to declare Love. What to do if the beloved does not say it back. There were “Amanda” and “The man I’ll never be” by Boston, and Foreigner’s “I’ve been waiting for a girl like you.” Ross bit his nails contemplating the problem. He remembered that Rachel hated this old habit of his. Now that she was his lover, he would probably have to give up biting his nails. He decided he would bite his nails until the next time he saw her, then go cold turkey.

Ross and Rachel communed by phone several times on Monday and Tuesday, without seeing each other. After 48 hours of abstinence, Ross could think of little else but Sex on Tuesday afternoon. He had trouble controlling his erections. He resolved to wear a jock strap the next time he was away from Rachel for more than one day.

Ross needed to see Rachel Tuesday night, if only just for Sex. Even though she had welcomed a visit from him just for Sex, he knew doing so would make him feel like a bastard. He tried to think of an excuse to show up at Rachel’s apartment. She hadn’t left anything at his place. He had no reason to visit his Sister unexpectedly. Finally, he hit upon the simplest idea of all, a dinner date.

“Rachel, it’s me. How about I buy you dinner tonight? Somewhere close to your place, so it’s convenient for you.”

“That’s a nice offer, Ross. Now tell me why you’re really calling.”

Ross was stunned to think he had been found out perpetrating such a manipulative deceit. “I just want to have dinner with you, honey. That’s all.” His voice was weak and wavering.

“I get it. This is booty call. You buy me dinner, conveniently close to my apartment. Convenient for you to get your rocks off on the way home tonight.”

“Ah, um….”

“Ross, why don’t you pick dinner up on the way to my place? It could be pizza, Chinese, anything. You know what I like. We eat a quick dinner, then you have your way with me in my bedroom, and go home. Just leave my money on the dresser.”

“Oh, God, Rachel, no!”

“Ross, bring dinner and I’ll see you at my place.” She hung up on him. He thought for a moment, concluding that their conversation could hardly have gone better…for him.

Ross overthought dinner to the degree that he showed up with an enormous amount of Chinese food and an enormous amount of Italian food. Monica was there, of course, so it wasn’t an intimate, romantic dinner, but there was plenty of food. After they finished eating, it was decided that Ross would take home the extra Italian and the Chinese would remain with Monica and Rachel.

Monica got up to clear the table, saying, “I’ll take care of everything, guys. It’s my payment to Ross for dinner. I suppose Rachel will pay off her debt behind closed doors.” Rachel was appalled and delighted. Ross was merely appalled.

Rachel took Ross’s hand and led him to her room. She had given him a Blowjob here, but they had never been in her bed together. They stood on opposite sides of the bed, awkwardly. Someone had to break the ice, so Rachel said, “Just tell me what you’re in the mood for, Ross. I am at your disposal.”

“Maybe we could get some candles in here, or some music….”

“Ross, you don’t need to seduce me. Just enjoy yourself, and then go home.” Ross was unable to respond, so she began to disrobe, “Here, I’ll get into bed, and maybe that will give you some ideas.” He stripped in parallel with her. His cock was semi-rigid.

The room was brightly lit. Ross asked, “Do you mind if I dim the lights a bit?”

“Suit yourself.”

The lights were not on a dimmer. Ross finally decided to manually turn off two lights, leaving one small sconce burning. He climbed into bed, and they kissed. Rachel melted his heart by saying, brightly, “May I offer you a Blowjob? Or, you’re welcome to fuck me.” Ross moved closer to her. She reached for the lubricant. She anointed his cock and her Vagina, and lay on her back in the “fuck me” position.

Ross was fully hard by this time. He had nearly come while she lubricated his cock. He climbed between her knees, and placed his hands under her armpits, arms locked. She took his cock in her hand and directed it toward nirvana. She ran the head up and down her slit, and massaged her clitoris with it briefly. She sighed, “Ahhhhhh.”

Rachel smiled up at Ross when his cockhead made contact with the opening of her Vagina. She admitted him easily. She lay back, smiling, and said, “Welcome aboard.” He slid his cock into her in several increments. She struggled not to betray the slight discomfort his length still gave her. She knew she would grow accustomed to it soon enough. He pumped his cock in and out at a moderate pace for a while. Soon, Rachel did some thrusting of her own hips in time with his.

Finally, she squeezed her muscles around him on each inward stroke. Ross grunted louder and louder with each thrust, until he arched his back, threw his head back, mouth open, and went rigid. His body rippled subtly when he ejaculated into her. She received it fairly comfortably. When the spurting ended, Ross relaxed his posture, and gently pulled his cock out of her. He got out of bed, and stood beside it. Rachel rolled onto her side toward him. She asked, “Are you satisfied, sir?”

“Oh, yes, Madam.”

“Miss.”

“Oh, yes, Miss!”

“I have some baby wipes here, if you want to clean up a little before you get dressed.”

“Thank you, Miss.” Ross wiped his dick off quickly, and got dressed in less than a minute. Rachel watched from bed. He bent over to kiss her, saying a boyish, “Thank you.”

Rachel said, “Thank you, kind sir! Call me when you get home, please.” He left. She had not wanted to kill the mood by cleaning herself up in front of him. She took two wipes and sopped up the semen that dribbled from her Pussy. She put on a bathrobe and headed for the Shower. Monica was fussing around in the kitchen, and cocked her head when Rachel passed her on the way to the bathroom. Rachel said, “Later.”

After her Shower, Rachel sat down with Monica at the dining room table. “Well, this was pretty simple. He fucked me, period.”

Monica complained, “Don’t tell me you’re in a rut after three days!”

“Oh, it’s not a rut. It’s just living separately and having to work. He needed to empty his balls. I think giving him a warm receptacle for his seed is the least of my duties as girlfriend.”

“Rachel, that’s the first time I’ve heard you say you’re his girlfriend.”

“Wow, you’re right. It’s the first time I’ve said it. It feels a little weird.”