Phil shares more details, including the first time he went down on Staci

[NOTE: This chapter happens in parallel with Staci's story.]

"But yeah," Phil said. "I had her over to my place a couple weeks later. I made her dinner -- those same stuffed peppers again. We've got them on the menu tomorrow, you know, as like a throwback to our earlier dating life together. But anyway ..."

Phil finished his scotch and set down the glass. Karl gestured an offer to get him another, but Phil declined.

"After dinner, we found ourselves in the bedroom. It was like an invisible force was pulling us together. We couldn't keep our hands off each other." Phil's eyes glazed over slightly as he lost himself in the memory.

"Gently, I laid her down on the bed and just took a moment to take in the sight. I couldn't resist running my hands along her form, her lithe legs, soft hips, up along her torso. Her breasts are exquisite -- soft, full, natural of course, flawless skin. The most perfect woman I've ever known."

Phil paused, his eyes closed. He wasn't telling the story for his friends' benefit; he was reliving it for his own.

"I kissed her everywhere. Her chin, her neck, her breasts ..." Phil chuckled to himself. "God, I could never grow tired of this woman. I made my way down her body until I was settled between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. I couldn't wait to taste her."

The men shifted in their seats, each undoubtedly picturing the erotic scene.

"I nuzzled my face against her inner thighs, letting my beard graze her sensitive skin. She gasped and writhed beneath me, her fingers threading through my hair." Phil's voice grew huskier as he recounted the intimate details. "I started slow, teasing her with gentle licks and kisses. Her taste was divine, like nothing I'd ever experienced before. As her arousal grew, I increased the pressure and speed of my tongue, focusing on her most sensitive spots."

The men listened raptly, each imagining the sensual scene in their own minds. Jake found himself envisioning Abbie, and imagining he was doing to Abbie what Phil described doing to Staci.

"She wriggled and squirmed, but only to better position herself against me, guiding her body into mine, teaching me where she wanted to be touched, and how. She thrust her body against my face, her strong legs clenched around me. As I kissed and sucked, my hands roamed around her. I wanted to feel every part of her. I wanted to disappear into her. As it went on, I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge."

"Fuck, dude," Rick spat out. "You should write erotica. This is some next level narrative."

Phil chuckled, but his eyes remained distant, still lost in the memory. "When she finally came, it was explosive. Her thighs clamped around my head as she cried out in ecstasy. I kept licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, panting mess beneath me."

A collective exhale sounded from the group, as if they'd all been holding their breath. Rick adjusted himself discreetly, his arousal evident. Even the usually reserved Arthur looked flushed and affected.

"After that, well ..." Phil trailed off with a satisfied smirk. "I'll leave it for now." Even though he hadn't asked for another cocktail, Karl made one anyway and handed it to him. Phil accepted it with a smile, and took a long sip of his drink, savoring the burn as the guys hung on his every word.

"After that ... what?!" Danny exclaimed. "There is no fucking way you're such a noble suitor that you did all that and then stopped."

"What do you mean?" Phil asked slyly, teasing his friend.

Danny's eyes were wide. "You know exactly what the fuck I mean. If she didn't fucking blow you after that, then I'm afraid you've been doing it wrong."

Arthur shook his head. "Nothing wrong with what he's doing, man. I mean -- look at her." He lifted his head in a gesture, drawing attention to the far end of the boat. "Please understand this in the spirit I intend it, Phil, but your wife-to-be is an absolute knockout."

"Especially after that story," Rick added.

Jake leaned back and sipped his drink. He also looked down at the women at the far end. The truth was, they were all quite stunning. And even so, he couldn't stop returning his gaze to Abbie. For one split second, he caught her eyes looking up at him, saw her bite her lip, and then avert her own gaze and go back to the conversation she was having with Emily.

Phil was still watching Staci, always taken with her beauty, but in these last hours before they were getting married, he found himself putting more and more thought into how much he adored everything about her. "It's not just the physical," he said. "Don't get me wrong, that part is mind-blowing. But it's the way she makes me feel, the way we connect ... I can't even put it into words."

Jake nodded, first thinking that he understood, and that maybe he felt similar things with Abbie ... but then second-guessing himself and realizing that to compare Staci to Abbie in this scenario was taking his own imagination too far.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it, you're in love," Danny said with a smirk, waving his hand dismissively. "But come on, give us the dirty details! Did you fuck her six ways from Sunday or what?"

The other guys groaned and rolled their eyes at Danny's crass comments.

"Dude, have some respect," Karl chided, shaking his head. "Phil's trying to share something meaningful here."

"Hey, I'm just saying what we're all thinking!" Danny defended, holding up his hands. "I mean, if your story about going down on her that first night is true, then she must have given you something of your own to remember?"