Melanie chooses Phil

The scent of champagne wafted through the air as the bottle moved from Taylor to Rick, across to Emily, who finally emptied it with the last swallow. She dropped the empty bottle into the waste bin, and turned her focus back to Melanie.

"I suppose it's my turn now," Melanie said with an air of authority. "And I choose the groom to be."

Phil's eyes widened as he looked over at Staci's friend. "Oh really?" He sat up, clutching Staci tightly in front of him. "Now I'll choose dare -- and I don't want to spoil the game, but I'll have to remind you that I'm here with my fiancée."

"No problem," Melanie answered. "Your dare is to make Staci go weak in the knees."

Staci started to laugh. "What's that, Mel?"

"You know, when you kind of lose yourself in your partner, and they're doing the things that take your breath away." Melanie bit her lower lip and squirmed a little in her seat. "Maybe it's just because I got kind of turned on during that lap dance, I don't know."

Abbie quietly leaned into Jake, and putting her hand on his chest, she whispered into his ear. "I got kind of turned on during that lap dance too."

Staci, who hadn't heard Abbie's whisper, responded to Melanie. "You want Phil to ... do things ... that make me melt for him?"

Melanie's smirk widened as she nodded, her gaze fixated on Staci and Phil. "Mm-hm. That's the dare."

Phil and Staci exchanged knowing glances, and then Phil spoke. "Here in the limo? With an audience?"

Melanie shrugged. "It's entirely up to you what you choose to do. I've seen you two kiss each other. I think I've seen you start getting a little handsy even." Her voice softened, and she winked at Phil. "So don't start being shy now."

Phil cupped Staci's face in his hands, gazing into her eyes with unbridled desire. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Staci melted into him, her arms snaking around his neck as she pressed her body closer. Their lips moved together in a familiar dance, tongues exploring and teasing.

As the kiss intensified, Phil's hands began to wander. He traced the curve of Staci's spine, eliciting a soft moan from her. His fingers splayed across her lower back, pulling her even closer. Staci's hands weren't idle either -- she held the back of his neck, stroking his smooth, bald head, teasing his cheeks through his thick beard, then down his chest, feeling his firm body beneath his shirt.

Growing bolder, Phil's hands drifted lower. He caressed Staci's thighs, his touch feather-light at first, then more insistent. Slowly, he pushed up the hem of her dress, exposing more of her smooth skin. Staci shivered as his fingers danced along her inner thighs, inching higher.

Phil's hands slid around to cup Staci's ass, squeezing gently. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back. He kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers digging in just enough to make Staci squirm with pleasure.

Not content to stop there, Phil moved his attentions upward. His hands glided up Staci's sides, his thumbs grazing the curve of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Staci let out a soft gasp as his palms cupped her breasts fully, kneading them gently. Her nipples hardened under his touch, pressing against the silky material.

As Phil's fingers traced teasing circles around her sensitive peaks, Staci arched her back, pressing herself more firmly into his hands. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Phil leaned in to trail hot kisses along her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point. His thumbs flicked over her erect nipples, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Staci's breathing grew ragged as she clutched at Phil's shoulders, her nails digging in slightly.

Lost in the sensations, Staci barely registered the presence of the others in the limo. All she could focus on was Phil's expert touch, the way his hands seemed to know exactly how to make her melt. She felt lightheaded, grateful to be with Phil as her body trembled with desire.

Phil's kisses slowed to a gentle pace as he trailed them along Staci's neck and face, eventually coming to a stop. He took her hands in his own and gazed into her eyes until she met his gaze with a smile. They both let out contented sighs and shared a soft giggle before Staci leaned in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. When they finally broke apart, they turned to see the rest of their friends in the limo staring at them with awe and desire.

"Wow," Melanie said softly, envious of their chemistry. "I am ... so turned on right now." She swallowed. "That was amazing, and you two are amazing, and I can only imagine how amazing today could have been if you were by yourselves instead of surrounded by the rest of us pathetic, horny voyeurs."

Phil chuckled. "We love being with pathetic voyeurs." He squeezed Staci's hand. "So did I successfully complete the dare?"

"I don't know about the rest of you," Melanie said after a long chug of champagne. "But I'm, like, completely wet now." She looked around to see if anyone else agreed, but received no response. "Come on, ladies -- that was fucking hot. Don't make me feel like I'm the only sad, old, haven't-had-good-sex-in-forever lady here in the limo."

"You're not," Emily said quietly. "That was intense."

"Yeah," Taylor chimed in from where she was snuggled up to Rick in the corner of the limo. Her hand was resting dangerously close to his crotch. "And I bet it wasn't just the ladies here who liked it."

As if on cue, the women in the limo each glanced down at the men nearest them -- Abbie and Jake cuddled up together, Emily and Arthur's hands intertwined, and even the twins were getting cozy with Danny.

"Don't be embarrassed," Melanie said, staring down into Karl's lap. "I'm sure you all wanted to be doing exactly what Phil was doing."

Taylor snuggled tighter to Rick, her fingers sliding across his body and grazing lightly against his pants. Abbie was cozy with Jake as well, and as Melanie described what they were all feeling, it seemed that everyone was getting just a little more intimate.

"Okay, okay," Staci said, fanning herself with her hand. "I think that's enough excitement for now. We're almost at the marina anyway."

As if on cue, the limo began to slow, the scenery outside the windows changing from busy streets to a more serene coastal view. The game forgotten, everyone began to peer out the windows, eager for their first glimpse of the yacht.