Soccer mom - Chapter Six
By Pac (pac)
More sex, and a little pillow talk


"Eric?"  

"Eric, are you awake?" 

Terri's voice came drifting to me as I rose up out of my slumber.  I opened my eyes, and 
she was lying next to me, propped up one her one spectacular arm, looking down at me.

"Oh, sorry.  I think I dozed off.  You really wore me out, woman!" I said to her, and she 
got a brilliant smile on her face.

"You have incredible stamina, Eric!" she gushed at me.  "Everyone else I've ever... been 
with... burned out a lot faster than that.  God, the things you did to me!"

Her leg lifted over my body, and I felt how thick and hard it was as she slid it up my 
naked body.  Her contact with my penis started my fires burning all over again, and I 
reached up to feel her incredible body.

"You are unbelievable, Terri!  I train for endurance every day, and you just wore me 
down and still had energy to spare... not to mention you were doing so many more 
strenuous things than I ever could!  I just can't believe-"

"How strong I am... yeah I know," Terri said, finishing my sentence for me.  "Believe 
me, I've heard that a lot.  I just hope you can deal with it, Eric.  You are the least 
intimidated of the guys I've ever been with, and I'm praying you can handle it.  I've been 
waiting forever to finally find a man who can.  Guys just have really fragile egos, I've 
found."

"Believe me, I don't have a problem with you being stronger than me," I said.  "The fact 
that you held me up like I was a paper doll while I held onto your amazing boobs just 
makes my head about explode even thinking about it!"

"That's not all that explodes," she teased, moving her leg and sliding her hand down over 
my newly engorged cock.  "God, that made me so hot I thought I was going to die!  I've 
never done that with anyone before, but I just got the idea in my head when I was holding 
you in front of me.  It was so incredible watching your face when I was doing that."

"Frankly I'm still amazed that you can do that.  What did you call the medical thing you 
had?" I asked.

"Myostatin-related muscular hypertrophy," she said.  "It's super-rare and it's genetic, but  
I don't know anybody else in my family who has it.  I was worried about Jordan when 
she was born, but she seems normal.  I had muscular development even when I was her 
age!  It made growing up really hard."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," I said.  "Kids are cruel."

"You're telling me," she replied, "but adults can be just as cruel.  I've dealt with that, too.  
The few times I've gone out in public not strategically covered up, I've been called a 
dyke, and worse."

"There's certainly no shortage of ignorance in this world, that's for sure.  I think you're 
body is heavenly, even if other people disagree." I said, and she smiled again.

I moved my hand up and placed it on the huge, gorgeous, perfect breast closest to me 
and ran my thumb over her nipple.  It responded immediately, and she sighed at my 
touch.

"God, I could just look at you all day long!" I said to her, and she leaned in and gave me 
a long, lingering kiss that got my heart racing again.  

"You can look as much as you like," she said.  "I never look too much, because it 
reminds me of all the terrible things people have said over the years.  I think I got the will 
to achieve things because of it, but it was still tough."

I just lazily rubbed my thumb over her nipple, over and over, trying to take her mind off 
it.  She bent back in, lying on me, and we kissed for a long time, her hands running over 
my body as our lips and tongues danced with each other in the moonlight.

"This is just a perfect night!" she said and sat back up on her arm, looking down at me.

"I agree.  Like I said, your husband was nuts to give you up," I said, and her look got a 
little sad.  "Uh-oh, should I just shut up?"

"No," she said, "but it wasn't the greatest marriage.  He was a partner at the firm, and I 
think all those horny bastards couldn't take their eyes off my boobs when I joined it.  I'm 
almost afraid it wasn't my 189 on the MBE that got me hired into the firm, but I was hell-
bent to show them what I could do.  I knocked their socks off, and caught my husband's 
eye for things other than my cup size.  We dated for a while and got married, but there 
was never a spark like this."

She ran her hand up my check as she said it, and the spark about ignited all over again, 
but I felt she needed to let this out, so I held her hand with mine and nodded at her, and 
she continued.

"Anyway, it was a decent marriage starting out, but I started getting a lot of attention for 
my performance at work, and he was having trouble dealing with it.  I started gathering a 
bigger client load than most of the other associates, and the partners started hinting 
around that we would be the first couple to have two partners at the firm.  Well, Bill 
didn't want to hear anything about that, and told me to back off.  That really pissed me 
off, because I had worked hard to get that far, even though there was some sexist crap I 
had to put up with about getting clients because of my boobs and all that.  Any time I 
heard stuff like that, I just worked that much harder to make everyone see if wasn't my 
tits that were making clients money.  I was one of the top money-makers for my clients, 
and I hit the books on tax law more than anyone else in the firm that I know of.  I 
worked really hard, and I still do, but Bill thought he should be the 'senior partner' in our 
relationship.  He was at that point totally turned off by me physically, and used to brag to 
his partner buddies that he owned the tits that everyone else at the firm drooled over.  
Oh, when I got wind of that he got such an earful... it makes me want to scream just 
remembering it."

"Is that what broke you up?" I asked.

"No, believe it or not, I still stayed.  But we were in direct competition by that time, and 
not by MY choosing.  Bill would take clients away from me just because the potential for 
earning the firm money was higher, and he wanted the credit.  He used his partner status 
to get privy selection to client lists and got an earlier shot at new clients than associates, 
of course, but he wasn't as diligent at finding the best solutions for them as I was, and it 
started to show.  He made a few mistakes, and I was picked at one point to save the one 
client that he almost lost, and after that things got nasty.  He tried to sabotage some of my 
dealings with clients, but I was too alert to let it happen.  But the final straw was when we 
were neck in neck for top earner, and he "bent the rules" to get his client a big tax break, 
and it caught up with him.  He was disbarred and ended serving 10 months in jail.  After 
the trial, when I went to see him he just tore into me and told me how I thought I was so 
perfect, and how I couldn't stand to have anyone do better than me, and he said some of 
the most horrible things to me that day, and then I realized that I was a trophy to him and 
nothing more, a prop to make the others at the firm jealous, and that he tolerated my 
'hideous body' and 'freakish' breasts because other men there found me attractive.  The 
worst thing he said though was that if any of the other people at the firm saw me naked 
like he did, they probably wouldn't have as strong a stomach as he did.  I filed for 
divorce the next day, and the judge was understandably sympathetic to my side of the 
story, because he had to plead his case from jail." 

She gave a sad laugh at that, and I put my hand on her face, turning her to look at me.

"I think you got deceived by a truly awful person," I said.  "He might have been charming 
up front, but he just sounds like an arrogant scumbag to me.  He is the kind of guy who 
gives lawyers a bad reputation.  He never let on that he didn't love you?"

"Yeah, but hindsight is 20-20, isn't it?" she said back.  

She seemed sad, but she didn't cry.  She truly had strength of character, or maybe she 
had just been through it so much that she steeled herself against the feelings.  I wasn't 
sure, but my heart just bled to hear her tell it.

"Come here, beautiful," I said, and I opened my arms to her.  She lay her head on my 
chest and put her arms around me, and we held each other tightly.

She still didn't cry, but I heard her uneven breathing as she lay against me.  What a 
horrible bastard she was married to.

She sat back up, and she had the warmest expression on her face.

"Did I ever tell you how wonderful you are?" she asked me rhetorically.  "I wished I 
would have met you before I ever met my scheming ex."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have Jordan," I said.  "Every cloud has its silver lining, right?"

"You're right," she said.  "Jordan is an angel.  She really is the light of my life.  I think she 
got me through this more than my own will did.  I just am sorry she won't have a father 
growing up.  One of the last things Bill ever said to me when I last saw him was he never 
wanted to see me or her again.  The court gave me a lot of our possessions, but 
everything that reminded me of him I put in storage for him when he got out of jail.  I 
wrote a note and put it on his stuff in the storage place that said don't ever try to come 
see us.  I even offered to give him his equity in the house, but he told me to go fuck 
myself, and take my little cunt of a daughter with me.  I have never hit a soul in my life, 
but I wanted to slap him right in the mouth.  Good thing he was on the phone."

She laughed at that, and I felt she was getting a decent catharsis from telling this to me.

"I hope I'm not dumping too much of my baggage on you, Eric," she said.

"No," I replied.  "I want to be here for you.  I think you deserve to be appreciated for 
the beautiful, smart, funny woman you are.  I'd be honored if you gave me the chance."

"I would love that, Eric," she said, lying back down on me.  "I just hope you can deal 
with all of my quirks as well as the things you love."

"Oh, what quirks could you possibly have that could overcome all of the amazing things 
I've already seen?" I said.

"Oh, boy," she said.  "Don't jinx it."

I laughed.

"I don't believe in that," I said.  "What do you think is your worst trait?"

"I always win," she said simply, still lying on my chest.

"What?" I said, with a laugh.

"No seriously.  I don't lose.  I don't think my body knows how." She said, and she was 
being totally serious.  "I've even tried to lose, and somehow my body just won't let me."

"You can't be serious," I said.  "You've never lost anything?  Anything in your whole 
life?"

"I never really try to compete, because I know what happens, but sometimes people just 
goad me into it," she replied.  "I can't back down from a challenge, either.  I guess they 
go hand in hand.  Like if you challenged me to do a triathlon with you, I would just have 
to do it, and I know how I am.  I'd study and study technique and other's times, and then 
I'd put my will to it, and this body, and I'd end up beating you.  Please don't challenge 
me to do it, Eric."

"No, I won't, I'm not like that," I said, and my mind really had a hard time wrapping 
around her statement.  

It sounded so arrogant, but I could hear in her voice it was more pained that confident, 
so I knew she wasn't bragging.  Could she really be that good at everything that she 
never lost?

"I don't compete against people in triathlon," I said.  "Sure, I like to place high, but the 
real competition is with myself.  I push myself to be better every time I do a course, to 
take the hills with better strategy, to shave a minute or two here and there.  It's more 
about me proving to myself than to other people."

"I like that," she said.  "That's pretty much how I do everything.  I always challenge 
myself to get better and better at what I do.  The only thing I really don't push hard in is 
exercise, because if I did I'd look like the Hulk!"

She laughed, and I looked up at her face.  She was serious!

"You don't push yourself at all when you work out?"  I asked.  "What kind of exercise 
do you do, may I ask?"

"Well, I have a stair climber in my basement, and some free weights, and I got myself a 
Bowflex with my performance bonus so I could do some weight training and maybe 
combine the cardio and resistance.  I don't like to spend more than twenty minutes to do 
a workout, otherwise other things don't get done, so I was thinking if I could do, say, 
curls, really fast, I could get an aerobic workout and a resistance workout at the same 
time.  Maximum result for my investment, right?"

I had never heard of that being effective, and, as much as I work out and train, I would 
have stumbled across a technique like that.  I didn't want to say anything, though, 
because, if she did have myo-whatever, maybe it would work for her for all I knew.

"If you weren't pushing yourself tonight, gorgeous," I said, "then I am even more amazed 
than I was when you were holding me up in that dragon flag."
 
"That what?" she asked me with a puzzled look on her face.

Oh my God.  She just did that on a lark?

"When you lifted your body up off the mattress, and I was lying on top of you," I said, 
the awe written on my face.  "That exercise is called a dragon flag.  I do them for reps to 
tighten up my core.  It's a good all-around core exercise, but they are brutal.  I just 
couldn't believe you just held it there all that time... and with me on top of you!" 

"Oh, I never knew that was an exercise," she said.  "I just did it because it felt so good, 
especially when you and I were joined here." 

She felt my erection, and I shivered at her touch.

"Well, believe me, it felt good in so many ways," I said.  "I've always been attracted to fit 
women, and when you did that, I think my eyes about rolled back in my head.  I was so 
turned on and shocked that I thought I was going to lose my mind!  I think I have to 
watch you lift someday, just to see what you can do!"

She smiled at me, and kept her hand on my cock, feeling it twitch in her hands.  I was 
getting myself excited just daydreaming about what she could do with that spectacular 
body, and she was watching my face.

"If it will get you excited, I'll really try to work hard for you some time." She said, and it 
looked like she enjoyed my reaction to her body.  "I just don't want to do it too much, 
because I REALLY bulk up when I work out.  I'll bet I gain mass from our little playtime 
tonight."

"Does building mass like that hurt your mobility?" I asked her.

"Well, I think I tend to be less flexible that other people, so I just work at it more," she 
said.  "I do get stiff in the mornings sometimes, but I just grit my teeth and stretch and that 
usually goes away."

"How about that incredible sprinting.  Did you ever run?" I asked.  "When you first said 
you didn't compete much, I thought maybe you had some sort of training or sports 
accident.  That was before you told me about the myo... myostat..."

"Yeah, it's a mouthful," she said laughing.  "Myostatin-related, so it has to do with 
myostatin levels in the body, which is a protein that regulates muscular development, and 
muscular hypertrophy is just another way of saying muscle growth."

"Well, however you say it, I think it's sexy as hell, Terri," I said, and I lifted up to kiss 
her.  "All of you is, from your fantastic body, to your million-dollar smile."

Her arms went around me, and she held me in a kiss against her wonderful chest for what 
felt like a half hour.

"I'm glad you like it," she said sexily, and rubbed her big breasts against my chest.  
"These are an unrelated phenomenon."

"Yeah, I like those too," I said.  "But only a little bit."

She laughed and dropped me onto the mattress, then threw her big leg over my hips.

"Just a little?" she teased dangling her breasts right in front of my face.

I lifted my head up to them, but she pulled back out of reach.  Her arms snaked down 
mine and held them in place.  I tested lifting them up, but with her power, I didn't try 
hard.  I did try to reach those delectable breasts, though, but she kept them just out of 
reach, bringing them back down to within inches of my mouth when I relaxed, then pulling 
up abruptly as I tried for them.  It was a fun game, but maddening in that she had such 
perfect control of her body, no matter how fast I brought mouth up, she was able to pull 
away.

"Okay, okay, more that just a little," I said, and she dropped her left breast down and 
rubbed it around my face.

"You had me worried there for a bit... I thought they might be too big for you," she said, 
knowing that wasn't the case.

"Bite your tongue, woman," I said, taking her nipple into my mouth, teasing it briefly.  
"Like I always say:  more than a handful... is a good start."  

"You're a goof... but I love it," she said, and buried my head in between her breasts.

And, just like that, we were at it again!  I suckled her for a while, and she just lifted up 
with her legs, finding my penis and guiding it into her.  She held my body up with her 
strong arms and I just sucked and licked and played with her breasts the whole time she 
rode atop me.  I think we must have done another hour of that, and we both came about 
the same time, but she pulled out before I came in her.

"I really like you, Eric, but I'm not ready to have another kid... and I'm guessing you 
aren't either." She said, and I had to agree.

I've been out of the dating game so long, I didn't have any kind of prophylactics, but I 
remember thinking I was going to have to stock up!

"I totally agree," I said.

It was really late by now, but we still held each other in my bed, making a little more 
pillow talk.  Terri lay flat on the bed and pulled my head onto the marvelous pillows of 
her breasts, and we just enjoyed each other's company for a while.

"I think I'm going to have to call off sick tomorrow," I said.  "I don't think I'm going to 
be able to move!"

"Maybe we can stretch a little before we get going," Terri teased.  "But we really should 
get cleaned up and back over to my place.  If I'm not there tomorrow morning, my 
mother will be calling the National Guard!"

"You're right.  Would you like a shower?"  I asked.

"Sure!" 

"No problem, let me get it set up for you," I said, and went into the bathroom adjoining 
my room.

I got a towel and washcloth out for her, but I was short on anything even remotely 
womanly smelling.  I was getting ready to go back in and tell her I only had men's or little 
girl's bodywash, when I felt her strong arms wrap around me.  Her big chest pushed into 
my back as she whispered up into my ear.

"Would you like to join me?"  she asked.  "I'll wash your back, you wash my front.  
Sound like a good deal?"

"No, that's a terrible deal," I said.  "You are getting the shaft!"

"I got the shaft several times tonight," she said with a wry smile.  "But I haven't gotten to 
feel up your cute little butt.  I couldn't do it while I was lifting you up, so I have to make 
up for it before we go.  I didn't spend nearly as much time on your body as you did on 
mine, and I feel like I cheated you.  You definitely will get better treatment next time!"

My mind boggled to think how much better it could get!

"You really seem to like how strong I am, so maybe I could do something like this," she 
said, and slipped her hand under my ass, and lifted me right off the ground!

She was holding me up against her body with one arm!

"Oh my God, Terri!" I moaned, and my semi-flaccid erection sprang to life in the blink of 
an eye.

She reached her other hand around and found my penis.  She started sliding her hand up 
my shaft, and I felt her big breasts press into the small of my back.

"What do you think?  How's this for a fit girl treating her man right?" she asked, and I 
could barely talk.  "Do you like being this high, or should I pick you up higher?"

She turned toward the vanity mirror above my sink, and I just couldn't believe the sight.  
I could barely see anything of her, just her hand working my cock, a few of her fingers at 
the base of my balls, and the parts of her breasts which were bulging out to either side of 
my waist.

"Here, would you like to see me do it?" she said, and started lifting up my whole body 
with her one arm!

I started shuddering as I watched my body rise, and came all over the vanity and sink, 
letting out a strangled moan as I did.

"Wow!  Did you come already?" she said, and turned our bodies a little so she could see 
around me.  "You did!  You really are turned on by how strong I am, aren't you?"

She took her hand off my penis, and put it on the side of my hip.

"Then here's a little present for being so wonderful, Eric," she said, and her arm started 
lifting me up even farther, and I rose up above the level of the top of the shower stall and 
all the way up until my head bumped lightly against the ceiling!

She held onto my hip to make sure I didn't fall off her hand, but she did all the lifting, all 
165 pounds of my body, with one arm!  And no grunting, no hard exertion... my God... 
even her voice was still conversational, not strained at all!

"You're like some kind of goddess!" I breathed down when I could finally speak again.

"It wasn't that hard... you make me feel like a goddess, Eric!" she said up to me, then 
lowered me back to the floor.  "I do have one request, though." 

"Anything!"

"I would like to do that with my other arm," she said.  "I know I'm going to bulk up from 
this, so I want it to be symmetrical.  Is that okay?"

"Are you kidding?"  I said.  "It's more than okay!"

She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek.  Then she moved her other 
hand down to my ass, and put the opposite hand on my hip.

"Do you want me to do it slow or fast?" she asked.

"Any way you do it is going to drive me crazy, so you decide!" I said, feeling light-
headed.

"Okay, I'll do it the way I did before.  That should even me out," she said, and up I went 
again.  This time she had us turned to a little angle so she could look up at my face in the 
mirror as she lifted me.  I couldn't believe it, but I started getting hard again as my body 
rose up.  By the time I bumped the ceiling again, my cock was at full height!

"Oh, I think I've found your weakness!" she said with an exultant smile as she set me 
back on the floor.  "I'm almost sorry to say this, but I'm really enjoying how much you 
respond to me!"

My legs were shaking so badly I couldn't stand up.