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

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

The group was silent for a moment as they all reveled in Staci's story. Then Melanie broke the quiet.

"So did you fuck?"

Abbie giggled. Emily blushed and looked down. Staci opened her eyes and stared at Melanie.

"Yes, Mel. We did. Eventually -- not that night."

"Aw," Melanie was disappointed. "I wanted that kiss to turn into you ripping his shirt off and mounting him there in the jungle."

"The jungle?" Alicia said. "They were on a picnic."

"You dream it your way, I'll dream it mine." Melanie sat up to hear the next part of the story.

"It was a few weeks after that first kiss. Phil invited me over to his place for dinner. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were in his bedroom, clothes scattered across the floor."

She paused, lost in the sensual memory. The other women leaned in closer, hanging on her every word.

"He laid me down on the bed and started kissing every inch of my body, worshipping me with his lips and tongue. The feeling of his beard brushing against my sensitive skin drove me wild with desire."

Abbie fanned herself, feeling a flush of heat that had nothing to do with the sun overhead. Emily and Alicia exchanged a meaningful glance, both clearly aroused by Staci's vivid recollection.

Staci's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the memory. "When Phil kissed his way down my body and settled between my thighs, I thought I might combust from the anticipation alone. The first brush of his beard against my inner thighs made me gasp. It was so soft yet slightly rough at the same time, a delicious contrast."

She paused, licking her lips. The other women were utterly transfixed, barely breathing as they hung on her every word.

"Then his mouth was on me, his tongue exploring my most sensitive spots. The combination of his skilled mouth and that glorious beard was indescribable. Every swipe of his tongue, every nuzzle of his face against me, sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my entire body."

Abbie squirmed slightly, pressing her thighs together as a pulse of arousal shot through her core. Emily's cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her nipples visibly hardening beneath her bikini top. Even Alicia looked a little hot and bothered, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.

"He alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue against my clit. All the while, his beard tickled and teased my thighs, my outer lips, heightening every sensation. It was like he instinctively knew exactly how to drive me wild."

Staci's voice grew breathier as she continued. "I threaded my fingers through his hair, pressing him closer, deeper. The coarse hair of his beard contrasted so deliciously with the softness of his tongue. The pleasure built and built until it crested over me in wave after wave of pure ecstasy. I came undone against his mouth, crying out his name."

Melanie fanned herself dramatically. "Holy shit, Stace. That's so fucking hot. I might have just came a little bit myself."

The other women laughed, the sexual tension broken momentarily by Melanie's brazen comment. But the heat still simmered beneath the surface, all of them undeniably aroused by Staci's erotic tale.

Abbie bit her lip, trying to quell the ache between her thighs. She couldn't help but imagine Jake's head buried between her legs, his artful fingers and tongue bringing her to new heights of pleasure. The fantasy made her shift restlessly on her towel.

Alicia spoke quietly. "I just have to say, I know Staci is my sister, but that was so fucking sexy, and now all I want is to take Phil away from her and make him do that to me."

Staci's eyes twinkled as she looked at her sister. "No need to be envious, Lish."

Alicia shook her head and grinned. "Can't help it. That was epic."

"And the story isn't over, I imagine?" Melanie said. "At least, as I imagine it, there's still the part where you two actually fuck, right?"

Abbie snickered. "Not hot enough for you, Melanie?" she said playfully.

"Oh, it's plenty hot. I'm just looking for more ways to forget about stupid William and his stupid Nintendo Switch and his stupid inability to dispose of his ramen noodle wrappers."

Staci laughed at the melodramatic details Melanie always included in her gripes about William. "Okay, Mel. If you want more, I can tell you more ..."

"Oh god, do I want more," Melanie begged.