“It’s someone from the hotel.”She opened the door to him, “Hello,” she smiled noticing the silver bucket, bottle and two glasses.“This bot...le of champagne is for you and your husband,” he said.“Dan, we got a bottle of champagne from the hotel. Please come in,” she smiled admiring the teenaged boy wearing a hotel blazer.“Not from us but a gift,” he replied, his eyes taking in her revealing dress. “There’s a note with it.”“Honey, do you have a five for a tip?” she asked.Dan opened his wallet. All she could hear on the other line was Allison's giggling, undoubtedly because her boyfriend Chase had just untied her bikini top or some boyish prank like that, so Kelsey ended the call. She tucked her phone into her purse and took another look at herself in the mirror.Kelsey had to admit, she was looking good. Her breasts had filled out quite a bit in the past year, and her daily sit up routines were doing wonders for her abs. Kelsey stared at her soft, smooth belly, which was not covered. He was funny, and kind, and very patient too, she suspected. He wasn’t the first boy she’d gone out with, but he was the first boy who had asked her out more than twice. He’d made it very plain that he’d like to kiss her when he walked her to her door too, but she hadn’t been able to let him do that. She was too nervous about it. That was one reason the fact that he’d asked her out again - four more times, now - meant so much to her. She liked men who let her be who she wanted to be.It was. I watched as she tucked her feet up under her almost like a little child and rested her head on her chin. Casually I watched as she watched me. My suspicious mind wandered as she covered her lower body with a comforter as she let her eyes meet mine. Mary sort of smiled a weird smile as her face glowed sitting there so close to the Christmas tree. I always had found her alluringly sexual but never as much as she was right then. Standing, she neatly folded the comforter, and walked about the room.