Chapter 33

I looked at Baseball Boy. I looked at the costumes on the bed. I looked at the crazy floral wallpaper.

"Give me the Guinevere costume." I held out my hand.

"You don't want to go home?"

"I'm here, so I might as well stay." I thought about the chili downstairs. I really like chili.

The kid grabbed his breeches. "I'll just go change in my room."

"Okay." I stared at the dress on the bed. How would I get that thing on?

There was a knock on the door and my untruthful dictator came in. "Are you decent?"

"I can't figure this out!" I glared at her. "Wasn't one dress bad enough? I deserved a warning about theatrical costuming!"

She looked sheepish. "You did, but Edward was so nervous! Are you kicking him to the curb?"

"Of course not," I stated as I tried to get into the newest torture device. "To be brutally honest, Teeny Tiny Dictator, this is a blessing. There was shock, but then acceptance. This is so much better than dinner and movie. Just seeing that giant wearing panty hose was enough to put it in my top ten most hilarious nights of my life."

"You really are perfect for Edward," The dictator said in awe. "Oh and stop calling me Teeny Tiny Dictator, Oscar."

"Never."

She chuckled helped me with the dress. It was strangely more comfortable. "Edward won't like it, but you can be my royal advisor."

"What do I have to do?" I asked, because I'm lazy and prefer to sit back and mock. "Will it be easier than what your brother would have me do?"

"He would explain the game to you and make you participate. On my team you can watch me crush the revolution!" She gave me an calculating smile. "I need bodies on my team and I always win."

"Long live the Teeny Tiny Dictator!" Then I grinned back at her. "However, if the kid needs me to throw you under the bus I will gladly do it."

"That will be fine," She agreed. I think I was actually friends with the dictator. Who would have ever believed it?

There was a knock of the door. Baseball Boy wore a tunic and breeches that made me immediately feel hot. I better not be getting the flu.

His face flushed when he looked at me. I'm sure he was the one that made me sick. His voice sounded deep when he said to his sister, "We'll be down in a minute."

I bet he had strep and gave it to me.

"Bella, you are the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid my eyes on." He walked over to me slowly.

"You look nice." I felt my chest feel hot. I bet it was the damn flu. I looked down and saw how much of my breasts were exposed. What the hell? The dictator distracted me with her jibber jabber.

"I don't feel very nice right now." The kid had me up against the bed.

I put my hand on his forehead. "You feel warm. I think you're getting sick."

"Sick from not having you in my arms." Baseball Boy took my arm and kissed the inside of my wrist. Oh...Oh...Oh...tunics make him a lusty boy and I'm his wench. I feel like I'm in one of those Harlequin romance novels I used to sneak from my mom. They are hilarious.

He grasped me by the waist and kissed me on the top of my exposed boobs. What was going on? I did, however, like it enough to go with the flow.

His mouth pressed onto mine and we fell back on the bed. His hands roamed down my body, feeling all of my nonexistent curves. My hands grabbed that ass of his that looked even better in breeches than in his baseball pants.

I was breathing heavily. I finally knew what they meant about heaving bosoms.

Baseball Boy pulled away and stared at my breasts. "Those are so much prettier than the ones in Emmett's Playboys."

Nice to know.

I attacked his face and pushed my body up so I felt every inch of him. I could feel something hard poke my leg and I was fairly sure it was his 'sword'.

I knew we needed to calm things down, because this wasn't really the best time or place for frolicking. That thought completely disappeared, as stuck my tongue down his throat causing him to make mewing sounds. That was great. I wanted to make him purr like a kitten. Maybe buy him a mouse to bat around.

Baseball Boy's hand pulled up the bottom of my long skirt. His hands traveled up my bare legs. It felt nice. No. It felt fantastic. I was urging him to move it upwards when the bedroom door swung open.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Edward Cullen! What a horrible friend I am to burst in here this way! Please forgive me! I was sent by your mother, so we can start the game." It was Teeth. He was dressed like an elf with pointy fake ears. "Hello again, Isabella Swan! I am literally overjoyed to see you here tonight. Kate Hudson will be so happy to see you! She seems overwhelmed by the festivities."

"Hey Garrett, we'll see you downstairs," the kid said. He was blushing. Teeth left and my kid kissed my nose. "We can continue this later, lovely one."

He rolled off and then made a uncomfortable face. He looked down with an embarrassed face. "I need to change into my spare breeches. At least, I lasted longer this time."

"They say practice makes perfect," I stated with a tight smile.

I really, really hope so.