Soccer Mom - Chapter One
By Pac (pac)
A recent divorcee meets the woman of his dreams


Haylee was so excited to go to soccer camp.  It was the first thing like this she had ever 
done, and I was really excited for her.  Ever since her mom left us, we had been 
struggling for some sort of balance in our life, and I think we finally found it that summer.  
It was '07, and I had just started my new job as business development manager at my 
company... a nice promotion, which I had been working toward for a while, but my 
recently acquired MBA really sealed the deal.  As my graduation thesis, I put together a 
proposal for taking our product into a totally different market space, and it was met 
enthusiastically by the senior management.

I got a nice bonus, and bought my dream Pony, a black-on-black Mustang GT 
convertible, with all the trimmings, and Haylee and I celebrated by going to Red Robin 
and having the biggest, juiciest burgers.  She loved the place, and all of the crazy bric-a-
brac on the walls.  I was happy again... first time in a while.

My ex, Amanda, had told me everything was a great big game to me.  Being at home 
meant playing with my toys or training for my competitions, and that she meant nothing to 
me.  I just wasn't "serious" enough for her... I was a great big kid, blah, blah, blah.

Really, I think the problem was, I was interested in making life fun, and she was 
interested in making life a chore... some sort of endless task list that you just checked off 
until you crawled into a hole in the ground and they shoveled dirt over you.  I called 
Bullshit on that, that's exactly what I said to her, and that was the end of that.

The divorce was quick, and as fun as I could make it, which is to say, not at all.  I made 
more than her, and I ended up getting my daughter as a result.  Well, that, and I was able 
to show that raising my girl was not a game.  Couple that with my wife's spotty credit 
history (before I married her), not to mention her "girl's nights out", which I documented 
enough of to show the judge who was the more sound parent, landed me the little love of 
my life... the only woman who mattered.

The wife had visitation, but she never took it, which broke my little girl's heart.  I knew 
that was going to happen.  I think the only reason she tried for her was to "get at me".  
Heh... who won that one, bitch?

Anyway, I digress.  We just pulled into the parking lot of the soccer camp that came 
highly recommended by one of my friends, and no sooner do I start opening the door, 
then this black Beemer, convertible no less... black-on-black, no less... roared up right 
next to me, and I pulled my door in fast so it didn't get removed.  Jesus!

Out popped this... piece of  Heaven!  This woman was just gorgeous!  Gorgeous brown 
hair, done up in this professional looking up-do, stunning blue eyes, and a figure that 
would set any man's heart a-patter.  I had to tear my eyes away and consider the fact 
that she just about tore my car door off!

She looked into the back seat, and a little girl popped up, a miniature copy of her, about 
my daughter's age... duh!  They were obviously here for soccer camp, too, so she had 
to be about my daughter's age.  I think my head wasn't working too well from the 
excitement.

The woman looks over, and it dawns on her she about smashed into me, and her hands 
fly up to her mouth and she gets this almost comic wide-eyed look of shock.  She 
practically sprints over to my car, and pulls open the door.

"Are you okay?!?"  She about yells, with this shocked look on her face.

I'm a bit taken aback by this:  I mean, she seemed like a normal person, albeit an 
unbelievably stunning one, and oh my God, don't get me started on that BODY... but 
she was acting over the top, like this was the most heinous thing she could have ever 
done to someone.

Before I realized it, she had reached in and pulled me right out of the car!  I didn't resist 
or anything, but I certainly didn't help.  She just reached in pulled me right out of there 
before I could even react... and it didn't register at the time that she didn't even seem to 
brace herself or lift with her legs or anything.

"I'm so sorry!  Are you okay?  I didn't clip you, did I?  I was in a bit of a hurry, because 
I was running a bit late, and I HATE to run late... are you okay?" she asked in a rapid-
fire blast of words.

All the while, she's looking me over like she was inspecting for damage, and I couldn't 
help but laugh.  I think it was more to defuse the situation than to have her take her hands 
off me, because let me tell you, I was thinking of laying my hands on her the EXACT 
same way.  Her body was out of this world:  she had the most amazing hourglass figure I 
think I had ever seen, and her waist was so tiny, I think I might have been able to almost 
reach my hands around it and touch my fingers together... but the proportion of 
everything this girl had just screamed sexy.  Full curvy chest, hips to match, nicely shaped 
thighs, with serious muscle tone... all of her screamed fit and fine!

She also had the sexiest alto voice, and you could tell she was some sort of power player 
from the tailored business suit and the no-nonsense hairdo.  On a Saturday, no less.  
Even her jewelry said Power Player.

"Whoa, slow down, lady!  I'm fine.  I just started opening my door, so you missed me.  
But darn, you were almost on two wheels there!  Good thing that car handles so well."  I 
said, at a crossroads between offended and so turned on.  Turned on won out.

"Really, I'm SO SORRY!" she reiterated, taking my arm in such a familiar way I was 
taken aback again.  You know those touchy-feely people who touch you to emphasize a 
point, well that was what I was getting here.  Not a good quality in a priest these days, 
but perfectly acceptable in a drop-dead gorgeous woman.

"I am usually so punctual... being late is one of my pet peeves," she said

She realized she was holding my arm almost flirtatiously and dropped it, blushing prettily.

I chuckled inwardly.  I mean, I'm not Brad Pitt, but I'm no slouch.  I'm about 5'10", a 
solid 165 pounds, and I work out religiously to compete in Ironman Triathlons as often as 
I can.  I'm a nice-looking guy, and I've always been pretty confident about it.  A little 
less than usual since my divorce went through, but that's another story.

"Hey, no harm, no foul," I said, with a disarming laugh.  "Maybe I'll get you to make it up 
to me some time."

She laughed back, and it just oozed sexy.  Damn, even when she's flustered, she's hotter 
than hell.  I couldn't imagine what she would be like if she was really turning it on!

"I might take you up on that.  I'm Terri Babowicz, but everyone just calls me Babe," she 
said, seeming embarrassed at the moniker.

"I'm Eric McLaine, nice to almost get run over by you... Babe," I said with a laugh, and 
winked at her.

Again, she blushed prettily.  I was beginning to wonder if this woman was really some 
sort of power broker, or just some super hot woman dressed up like a Master of the 
Universe.

"Something tells me you'd prefer to be called Terri," I said.  "I actually like that a lot 
better, myself."

"That would be fine," she said, and I could tell she was warming up to me.  I've still got 
it!

How could I not make a play for one of the most gorgeous women I had ever met?  I 
took a quick, furtive glance at her ring finger and didn't see a rock.  I almost whooped 
for joy but restrained myself.  I know the wedding rings are not a hard and fast rule any 
more, but when I first got married they were, so I still looked for them.

So, after all of this meeting we both unloaded the stuff from our car's trunks and started 
heading in to register our kids for the soccer camp.  Our daughters didn't wait for us to 
get acquainted, and by the time we were walking for the soccer field, they were already 
chatting about things six year olds talk about like they were old friends.  Kids.

We went through all the sign-up stuff, getting the t-shirts, all of the welcome speeches, 
and the girls started to really get excited.  They both played soccer last year, it seems, 
though they didn't know each other, but the whole prospect of three weeks of camp this 
year was thrilling them both to no end.

I couldn't help but catch my daughter's infectious enthusiasm.  Neither of us had smiled 
much in the months leading up to my divorce, but this was apparently jus what the doctor 
ordered.  She and her new-found friend, Jordan, were already pulling on their camp tees 
and dancing around arm in arm.

I smiled at their antics, and cast a glance over at Babe... I mean, Terri.  She was also 
watching them with a big smile, but cast a glance over toward me, just like I had done!  
Hmmm, great minds think alike.

"I think they're going to have fun," I said.

"They already seem to have made their first friends," she said back to me with that 
dazzling smile.

"Lot of that going around," I said, and patted her lightly on the shoulder, like you would 
with an old buddy.

I was surprised at how solid that shoulder was!  When you clap a guy on the shoulder, 
you pretty much expect there to be some meat on his bones, but you usually don't with 
women.  I had meant it as a little bit of a jab at our driving episode, but the subtle joke 
died on my lips when my hand didn't so much as move her.  It was like slapping my hand 
on my kitchen counter.

My hand didn't leave her shoulder, and she took up her  too-familiar touching again, 
sliding her hand up over my arm right at the bicep... then quickly letting go as she 
realized.  There was definitely some sending of signals going on.

I had originally planned to stick around to watch a bit of the first part of camp, and then 
head in to work for a bit, since it was close.  Now I was glad I brought my laptop home 
with me this weekend, and decided to catch up on work that night instead.

We watched the kids play a while and go through some kicking practices, dribbling, lots 
of fundamental stuff.  They all seemed pretty enthusiastic for six year olds.  Terri and I, 
though, were looking, but not really watching, you know what I mean?  We ended up 
right next to each other, far enough to establish some boundaries, but close enough to tell 
the other that there was something going on.

And the whole time, we chatted and laughed, and just had a really good time.  It was 
nice:  the kind of interaction I missed having in a woman, and it was just effortless with 
Terri.  We just clicked.

She turned out to be some a power player after all.  She got periodic buzzes from her 
Blackberry, as did I, and we punctuated our nice morning together putting out business-
related fires, or, in her case, advising on a brief, since she turned out to be some sort of 
lawyer.

I couldn't help but watch her as she focused on her work:  she was so gorgeous; I just 
wished I could watch her the whole time.  I wanted to seem interested in her, but not 
hanging onto her interested, right?  So I watched her take a call and found her body 
language fascinating.  As soon as she picked up that phone call or started clicking away 
on the keypad to send an e-mail, her whole attitude changed.  Here with me she was in 
soccer mom mode:  her posture was more relaxed and her demeanor sweet.  In work 
mode, though, like on that Blackberry, she was all business.  The look on her face was 
really intense.  She must have been one of those really driven people who could switch 
between work and play like flipping a switch.  You could just feel the confidence coming 
off of her, like you could reach out and touch it.  She was something else!

The morning goes on like this, with us chatting and me watching her.  She was subtle, but 
she was watching me as well.  Where she was intensely focused and confident, I was laid 
back and relaxed.  I guess it's just two ways of going to the same place.  I am fully 
confident in myself, but I don't want to project that authoritative presence.  I want to be 
the guy you can come to with a problem or for help, and you know I've got your back.  
Or, in the case of my superiors, I want them to know when the bullets start to fly, I'm the 
guy who stays cool and knows what to do.

There was a little more touching in the morning:  I mean, how could I not?  Her body 
language when she was off the clock was so inviting... all of that friendly putting her hand 
on my shoulder, or laughing and leaning into me was just so infectious, I started doing it 
myself.  She'd laugh and move toward me and I'd pull my arm back and put it around 
her.  She didn't do anything to stop me, so I was hardly about to stop.  I made sure it 
was nothing to suggestive, just a little light contact.  It was damn sexy, though, this 
building tension, and I know my breathing was a bit faster for most of the morning.

But her body was just driving me wild!  She was so curvy, and looking at my mind said 
'soft and lush', but when I touched her, it told me 'fitness competitor', from the hard 
body underneath her clothes.  I was dying to get a good look under that tailored suit!

We talked about our jobs a bit, but nobody wants to hear about that when you first meet, 
right?  So instead we talked about our kids, and what we did with them, where we lived, 
get to know you chit-chat.  What I love though is that is evolved into a little deeper fare, 
surprisingly, like what we thought being an adult was going to be and how we thought 
things would shake out, or even those silly kid-dreams of what an adult would be like, 
since we were there watching kids play.

Lunch came, and I checked my e-mails one last time, then turned off my Blackberry 
altogether and stuck it in my pocket.  I made a show of it.  It was Saturday, after all.  I 
think Terri got the hint, and she ended up doing the same thing.  Things took off from 
there.

We just chatted and chatted, lost in the moment, until our stomachs started grumbling.  I 
volunteered to run up the street and get us some sandwiches, and Terri agreed to it, but 
she absolutely would not let me pay.  She gave me a twenty out of her pocket (no 
purse... definitely not a girlie-girl) and I brought back her change and a nice deli sub.  
The kids' meals were paid for by the camp fees, and they went inside, but we found a 
nice shady tree and parked our butts under it.

"So what do you do in your spare time, Terri?"  I asked while we ate.  "It looks like you 
balance it with home life pretty well."

Honestly I was really interested in what she did to keep that body looking that good.

"I'm pretty busy most of the time, but I love to read, mostly interesting non-fiction.  I've 
never been a big fiction reader.  I like to have useful information, not escape.  I like to 
exercise, too:  it helps me focus.  I think about strategies for work, or what Jordan and I 
are going to do that weekend... I guess I'm a pretty normal person.  How about you?"

"Well, I'm a hobby guy.  I like cars, so I tinker with my car and I'll take it down to the 
track every so often and see how fast I can get it.  I like to exercise, too, but I usually 
have a competition in mind.  I do triathlons when I can get away from work, so my 
workouts focus on preparation for the events.  If I ever have free time after that, I like to 
get together with a friend or two and play racquetball at the 10th Street Racquet Club."

"Oh that sounds like fun," Terri said, sitting on the grass in her expensive suit, not a care 
in the world of getting grass stains on it.

That pricey suit was on my mind (and, of course, what was underneath it), so I figured 
I'd ask her.

"So Terri, I have to ask you:  why the hell are you dressed to the nines on a Saturday?"

She let out a little laugh, looking down like she forgot she was sitting on the grass in a 
pricey suit.

"Oh yeah, that," she said with a laugh. "I usually don't go around like this on Saturdays, 
but I'm up for partner at my firm, and that requires a little extra time here and there.  
Today was a strategy review of one of our bigger client's portfolios, and none of us on 
the team had time to meet other than today.  I normally would've just worn a pair of 
jeans, but I figured I'd look the part to get that partnership."

"Fair enough," I said.  "For a minute, I was worried you got dolled up like that to go to 
the grocery store!  I mean, it is 80 degrees today."

"Nah, I'm usually more casual," she said, and, as if to prove it, she unbuttoned her blazer 
and slipped it off.

I struggled to keep my eyes in my head!  This woman was STACKED!  I knew that 
blazer was hiding some impressive assets, but I was totally unprepared for her voluptuous 
figure.  I'm sure I wasn't exactly nonchalant, but she didn't say anything, and I don't 
think I lost any points.  Of course, I just met her at that point, so who knows, but you 
usually can tell when the magic was gone.

Anyway, I looked away for a second to recompose myself, and turned back.  She had a 
bit of a sly smile on her face as she looked off into the distance. Her arms reached back 
to let down her hair, stretching that blouse to the point where I thought she might pop 
some buttons!  A mass of beautiful brown tresses cascaded midway down her back.  
She had elegant and subtle blonde highlights in it, not that obvious striping that a lot of 
women thought passed for fashionable these days.

I hadn't said anything for a while, so she looked back toward me, that smile on her lips.

"So... better?" she asked.

Thankfully I had recovered by then.

"It's like a whole new you," I replied, and she tossed back her head and laughed.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to vamp on you or anything, but you made me realize I was trussed 
up like a Christmas goose," she said.

"I was married to a woman who couldn't loosen up, so I'm all about being comfortable 
these days.  You can dress or undress however you want," I said, and then realized that 
might have sounded a little too much like a line.  

"That wasn't a come-on, but I think you get what I'm saying, right?" I added, just in 
case.

"I know what you're saying," she replied, "and I didn't take it as a pick-up, especially 
since you invoked your ex-wife.  Not too many successful pick-ups have that in there, 
I'm sure."

I had to laugh at that, as I hadn't really thought about it that way.  I guess I've been out 
of the dating game a little too long....

We really seemed to be hitting it off, and at one point, Terri asked to see my phone.  I 
handed it over, and we talked about how antiquated Blackberry started becoming in the 
whole smartphone market, and she turned it on, tapping away a bit.  I was wondering 
what she was doing, but when I leaned over to take a peek (honestly, more at her 
incredible body than my phone), she pulled her shoulder away with a mischievous smile.

"Whatcha writing?" I asked, playing along.

"Oh, something you hopefully will find nice," she said mysteriously.

"Can't I see?" I asked.

I tried to peek again, and she hopped lightly off the ground, landing gracefully on her feet.  
She had kicked her business shoes off, and was barefoot in the grass.

I got to my feet, and she turned to face me, holding it behind her back.  She had the most 
enticing smile on her face.  I played a bit at reaching for it, but I didn't want to make too 
strenuous an effort, since it would bring me into contact with that marvelous chest, which 
dominated her upper body with its astounding size.  That might have been a little too 
forward I had thought at the time.

She smiled at me, her eyes full of mischief.

"You're not even going to try?" she said, holding the phone out for a second to show me, 
then moving it back around to about the height of her hips.

That was all the permission I needed, and I started in toward her, coming up close and 
reaching around for my phone.  I was fully expecting her to push against me a little, but I 
was caught totally off guard.

As I got close, she put out her right hand on my chest and held me at bay, laughing, but I 
was just shocked.  She simply held me in place effortlessly, and I was really pushing 
toward her with my legs.  Terri held my legs in check with just that one arm, and not a 
look of effort crossed her lovely face!  I pushed forward harder, my mind hardly 
believing what was happening, and still nothing!  My eyebrows went up in surprise, and I 
felt her arm give, though in retrospect, I am sure she did it on purpose.  It certainly wasn't 
my legs that made her give ground.  It looked like she gave in when she saw my response 
to her strength, like she was concerned about my reaction.

She let up abruptly, and I collided with her body, her big breasts cushioning the impact.  
They were so big and firm that it was the only place we made contact!  The rest of her 
didn't budge, just like her shoulder when I gave her that little tap on the arm.  She was 
really solid!  I was so intrigued, but her blouse, other than show the amazing size of her 
breasts, was loose enough that it didn't reveal anything about her body underneath.

We played a bit longer, her face smiling up at mine with a playful look, and that amazing 
chest rubbed so wonderfully against mine as we played.  She kept my phone away from 
me for a good two minutes, moving her body with perfect control.  Finally I was quick 
enough to catch her wrist in my hand.

Her arm didn't budge when I pulled it toward me!  It just stayed right where it was.  I 
didn't really want to pull hard on this gorgeous woman, but I couldn't believe the force I 
was using didn't move her at all.  I tested with a stronger tug, and still nothing, not even a 
look of effort from her!  I was like my effort didn't even register to her!  

"Wow, you really do like to exercise!" I said, and her arm went slack, again as a direct 
response to my reaction.  It was like she was hiding how strong she was when I reacted 
to it.  I couldn't figure that out....

I could tell my response to her out-muscling me bothered here a bit.  Her expression was 
unreadable, but as I looked at my phone, her expression changed from unreadable to 
hopeful.

On my phone was her number and name as a new contact.  She had put a little smiley 
face after her last name, and I found myself thinking that was uncharacteristic of a 
professional, but liked it all the same.

The whole time, though, her big chest was pressed up against me, and the moment was 
just so intense.  I wanted to bend down and kiss her in the worst way, and I feared my 
libido would kick in soon and announce my feelings in a much less classy way.  We 
pulled back a bit after that little interlude, but the day passed far too quickly for either of 
us.  

Soccer camp ended its first day, and we got ready to go our separate ways.  The girls 
hugged like they would never see each other again, and I figured I'd test the waters and 
do the same with Terri.  She latched onto me like she was one of the younger girls!  As 
she pulled me into that big bosom, I was pleased as could be, and also amazed.  She was 
so SOLID!  Our little play time didn't give me a feel for it, but when I put my arms 
around her, there was absolutely no give to that body.  She said she worked out, but 
DAMN!  The only part of her that budged was that magnificent chest, and boy did that 
feel good!  I almost lost my composure and got a bit too excited.  Thank God that didn't 
happen.  I don't think that would have been a great parenting moment.

We parted, reluctantly on my part to be sure, and I packed up Haylee's gear.  We 
waved goodbye to each other, and I put Haylee in the car.  I got in, started the car, and 
just as I turned around to ask her how camp was going, my phone buzzed at me that I 
had a text.

Terri:  Would you two like to grab a quick bite to eat before we go our separate ways?

I looked up and over to her car, and she sat there, phone in hand, smiling that megawatt 
smile at me from behind her sunglasses.
 
I made a big show of tapping keys on my phone, and I could hear her laughing over in 
her car.

Eric:  Sure!  Where did you have in mind?

"How does Hannah's on Main sound?" she shouted over the din of our car's engines.  
Well, more my growling engine than her sedate BMW powerplant.

"What do you think Haylee?"  I asked to the back.  "Would you like to have dinner with 
Jordan and Ms. Terri?"

"Yay!" was the shouted response, as expected.  I felt like doing it myself.

"We're in," I yelled over, feeling it in more than one way.

I got those excited butterflies you get when something goes so right.

"Great, I"ll lead," she said, and she backed out, dropping the top on her car as she did.  
The windscreen popped up on her car, and Jordan waved at us from the back seat as 
they pulled out.

"What do you think, kiddo?  Top up or down?" I asked Haylee.

"Down," she said back to me, I guess not to be outdone by her new friend.

I dropped my own ragtop and pulled out to follow.