She just arrived and was still deep in Morpheus arms in her tasty teen red velvet big boudoir.Bonjour, ma chèrie Betty! Et Nathalie, n'est pas? Bienv...nue chez moi! Entrez, s'íl vous plait.Ah, et c'est Max, je croix? Il est mon premier visiteur sans vetements. Il n'a pas besoin, hein?Vous deux parlez l'Anglais, s'íl vous plait? C'est pour mes lecteurs, les plusparts Anglophones.Pas de probleme ... Ehh, no problem Peter. Can Max come upstairs as well. We read all, we know.We like to capture some. That was a new development. He never had been so bold in the past. Molly took that as her queue to excuse herself from the table and head to the bubble bath that was calling her name. “You know guys, I have class in the morning, and I am pretty worn out. I think I am going to take a bath and head to bed.” Caleb looked at her for a few moments before responding, “If you insist, Mol, but please tell me that it won’t be another three months before I see your pretty face again.” She smiled at him. Her hands return the favor and my shirt slides off to join hers on the floor. The light falls softly on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts as I return to kissing her shoulders and neck, my arms encircling her pulling her close to me. She brushes her hand across my chest and down my stomach, pulling teasingly at the hairs that she finds there. When she reaches the waistband of my jeans, she pauses. Taking the end of my belt in hand, she pulls it and it comes undone in her hand. Pulling. And that was the problem.Guys do not go out with girls who can strike them out on three straight pitches. I'd never dated a fellow baseball player. I knew better. As long as the 'girl with the cannon arm' was one of the guys, a teammate, everything was fine. Anything past that? Never. Raging male ego, here we come.Maybe Mike would be different.Yeah, and if wishes were pigs, then I'd have some bacon.But, dammit, I couldn't help it. He was so damn cute. And I couldn't stop thinking about his.