Soccer Mom - Chapter Three By Pac (pac) Things heat between Eric and Terri Needless to say, I was a little off my game this week. Terri ran through my thoughts like a freight train. The days crawled, and the nights were filled with dreams of a most erotic nature. The daydream I had at the restaurant of Terri straddling my hips revisited me nightly. It progressed to me peeling that white blouse off her to reveal this perfect fitness model figure, with those amazing breasts just spilling out. The dream would fade, and I felt like a kid in the mornings as I'd check to make sure I didn't have a little late night accident. I shared my incredible first date with my friend Phil, who became a fast friend when we worked together in my last job assignment. We had been playing racquetball for the last five years, and the poor bastard had only beaten me twice. His typical response to all of my details was "she sounds amazing," but he was a long- time husband, and the prospect of a new woman had little interest to him. He was more interested in when he could get a rematch for the last racquetball game, where I schooled him 15-2. "Not this week, my friend," I said to him at lunch on Thursday, "and if things go well Thursday, who knows when I'll get back in... sorry." "Good luck," he said. I think he was tired of hearing about her, but he didn't let on that was the case. I spent the afternoon watching the clock. I did have a brief status meeting that afternoon, but it went quickly enough. The rest of the day, though, took about five days to end. Finally it was time for me to get ready, and I think I may have made a little sonic boom as I sped out the door. I dashed over to my place, got dressed, and then went to my mother's house, where Haylee was staying from being picked up after soccer camp. I had thought enough ahead that morning to pack an overnight bag if needed, filled with toys and sleep clothes, in the (God I hope) event that we would be out late. Of course, my mother had advice that mostly consisted of not replacing Amanda too quickly with another woman. I groaned at her. "Mother, for God's sake, it's a date. I'm not proposing. I've known the woman for less than a week. And besides, Amanda left us, remember? She doesn't take her visitation, so as far as I'm concerned, there's no Amanda to replace." With my mother's voice chasing me through her house, I packed up Haylee in record time, and we set off to Lakewood, Terri's town, about fifteen minutes away. Haylee was as excited as I was about this evening, and the excitement grew as the miles became shorter. We pulled into Terri's neighborhood, and I was impressed. Her house was in the middle of town, on a nice, tree-lined street filled with big Victorian houses. Hers was a pretty gingerbread-covered affair that had TLC written all over it. It looked like a turn of the century house at the very latest, with a nice big yard. I could almost see the early twentieth century industrialist who built it in my head, keeping up with the Joneses all around him. It was in a really nice neighborhood, and had an outbuilding, a carriage house by the look of it, converted into a garage, I'm sure. The whole place was just beautiful, much like Terri herself. We made our way onto the big veranda, and I lifted the ornate knocker in the center of the door, rapping it down a few times to make a series of loud metallic clacks. The door opened to find Jordan standing in a large foyer, with Terri standing behind her. Haylee flew in the door and the girls hugged. They dashed off, not a word spoken. I laughed. "And that's that," I said. Then I got a good look at Terri and my voice caught in my throat. Terri looked absolutely stunning. Her outfit was simple: she wore a strappy summer top covered by one of those lightweight bolero tops that were in style, and a snug skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs. I noticed her thighs were really big and defined, as well as her calves. The whole outfit showed every amazing curve off to great effect, and I'm sure she noticed my admiring look. She was done up with a little makeup, but was so subtle that it looked like she wasn't wearing anything. A pair of earrings and matching necklace completed the outfit, and the pendant of the necklace drew the eye down to the plunging cleavage on display. There was quite a bit of definition there as well, but I was too engrossed in the cleavage to notice. "You look absolutely beautiful," I said, and it must have gone over well, because she held her hand out to me, and the next thing I knew we were kissing. We held together, lips pressed together, for what seemed like hours. It was warm and passionate and wonderful. That fabulous body pressed hard into me, and I was afraid we weren't going to make out reservation at this rate... but really, at that point I could have cared less. A light laugh came from the hallway near the central staircase, and we broke to find Terri's mother regarding us. "You must be Eric. I've already met Haylee," she said with the same warm smile I'd seen on Terri. "I'm Alice." I started to make my way toward her, but Terri still had my arm, and I wasn't going anywhere! She didn't let go, and pulling against her had no effect. It was like she was rooted in place. I glanced back, and she still had the same radiant smile she had when I walked in the door, and again, was showing no effort as she held me fast. Alice had to walk to us, and she cast a wry smile at her daughter as she approached. "Alice, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for watching the girls tonight," I said, taking her hand. "I hope Haylee won't be too much for you. She's usually a pretty good girl." "They'll be fine," she said. "Terri hasn't stopped talking about you, Eric. You must have made a good first impression." I recognized the same mischief in her eyes I'd seen on Terri's face, and the resemblance was unsurprising. Alice looked like what Terri might be in a few years if she didn't work out. She was slightly shorter than her daughter, and was very chesty, but still had that waspish waist and full hips. I got flashes of Jane Russell toward the end of her movie career, regarding her. Maybe take Jane's face and demeanor and throw in a little Dolly Parton, at least figure-wise. "Oh mother, stop," Terri said, but her eyes were warm as she said it. Terri tightened her arms around mine, and I felt the solid muscles of her body swell as she held my arm to her. I half-feared I would get excited in her mother's presence! "I think the first impression was mutual, ma'am," I said to Alice, and she finally released my hand. I guess the touchy-feely thing came from her, too. "Well, you kids have fun. I'm going to make the girls grilled cheese tonight. Is that okay for Haylee?" Alice asked. "And maybe broccoli for a vegetable?" "The broccoli might not work, but if you have carrots or corn, she'll eat either of them," I said. "I brought sleep clothes and some overnight stuff, just in case, but I won't keep your daughter our all night, ma'am." I felt like a teenager, and Terri laughed next to me, squeezing my arm a little tighter, pulling it into her. She pulled my arm toward her chest, and it ended up nestled between her big breasts. I fought down my libido, but the touching was taking its toll. "Mom is okay with staying late. That's why I asked her," she said, surprisingly candid in front of her mother. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll just stay here tonight in the guest bedroom. You kids go have fun. From what I hear, it sounds like you both need it." Alice said, and turned to find the girls. That was like giving the kids the key to the candy store, as far as I was concerned! "What wonderful advice, Alice," I said, calling after her. "I think we'll take you up on that. Haylee's bedtime is at eight, but I think she can stay up a little later tonight," Terri was already steering us to the door, and called to her mother as well. "Don't wait up, mom... we'll be quiet coming in." "Drive safe, kids," Alice called from the kitchen. Terri was practically dragging me to the car, and I held the passenger side door as she climbed in, giving me a wonderful glimpse down her top. Wow, was she chesty! I think she had her mom beat by a good deal. "This is cozy," she said up to me from the passenger seat, hitting me with that million- dollar smile. I shut the door and walked around to the driver's side, slipping behind the wheel. "Yeah, it's not as roomy as your M3, but I really like the layout," I said. I didn't even have to ask Terri about the top: she was already pulling her hair back into a ponytail, having already buckled up. The belt just disappeared between her breasts, and I had to tear my eyes away to buckle up myself. "A woman after my own heart," I said, and turned the car over. I popped the latches that held the top in place, and pressed the button, and off the top came. Terri pulled on her sunglasses, and reached over for my hand to give me a quick squeeze, and I put the car in gear, easing off the clutch so I didn't jerk the car out of the driveway. I got to the end of her block, and her hand slid over mine on the gearshift. "Oh, wait," Terri said to me, and I stopped, looking over at her, thinking she had forgotten something. She leaned across the center console and planted a scorching kiss on me, taking my face in her hands. It about curled my toes right off the brake and clutch. We kept that up until we heard a honk from the car behind us. I raised my hand in a little 'sorry' wave, and put the car in gear. I felt like a damn giddy teenager for the second time that night.