The very next day was the first time that Roberto did anything overtly sexual with her. A thunderstorm started in the middle of practice and Maggie told everyone to go home and the kids and coaches immediately scattered to their respective cars and took off. Her car was at the other end of the parking lot so he pulled her by the hand and they ran to his van parked nearby. The climbed in through the side door and she was amazed at the customized interior. There was a TV set with a little sink and a refrigerator above it and the floor was carpeted. Instead of individual seats there was a sofa-like seat along the wall behind the driver. He slid the door shut and with the tinted windows it was almost dark inside. He reached over the driver's seat and turned on the engine to run the air conditioning before he plopped down on the seat next to her.
She was soaking wet and her sports bra and tank top were plastered tightly against her skin. Roberto pulled off his shirt and handed her a towel. She leaned forward to pull the scrunchie from her hair and she felt him tug on the towel. Looking up at him from behind her hair she felt him tug a little harder and she let him take the towel from her hands.
"Here, il mio bello, I do that," he said and covered her head with the towel.
"Bello what?" she thought. "Bello means beautiful or something, I think. What's he saying?"
She stayed bent over and he carefully dried her hair and back. She felt a twinge of fear and knew that she shouldn't be in this place with him but she was also enjoying the closeness and naughty attention. He knelt in front of her and she stared at the lump showing in the wet crotch of his shorts.
"Finito!" he said and tilting her head back with his fingers under her chin he brushed the hair from her face and looked at her.
Maggie had not uttered a sound and for a moment she thought that he was going to try and kiss her. Instead he took both of her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head. He continued to stare into her eyes and using his other hand he took the towel and patted her face and chest without actually going so far as to touch her breasts through her shirt. It was when he touched the damp towel to her armpit that she felt that familiar twinge that meant that she was oozing lubrication and her body was getting ready for sex.
"Some of my country's women no clean hair from there," he said patting her armpit. "They think that it natural and more like woman. I say yes. I like my woman like that."
Maggie was a little taken aback by his comment. "I've got to get going," she said and moved to pull her hands from his.
"It is funny, no?" he continued. "The women, they no clean hair from there but they clean it from their, how you say it, bottom, so it does not appear from swim costume." Reaching down he touched her lower belly with his fingertips before raising them to her armpit. "Are you clean, like this?" he asked.
Maggie did not know what to say and following his glance down to her cleanly shaven underarm, she watched, trancelike, as he leaned forward and kissed it. Extending his tongue he licked up the entire length of her exposed skin from just above the side band of her bra to the middle of her triceps. She followed the path of his tongue with her eyes through the hair draping her face, her body frozen by the unexpected eroticism of the moment.
Maggie heard a gasp and realized that it had come from her lips. An image of what they were doing appeared in her mind as if she were standing outside of her body and watching two strangers enjoying an intimate moment. Yanking her hands from within his she threw herself over to the sliding door and fumbled with the latch.
"I've ... I've got to get out of here. I have to get home!" she almost screamed in panic.
Roberto opened the door and she jumped out of the van and ran to her car in the driving rain.
"Good god, what are you trying to do to yourself, you fool?" she screamed out as she practically tumbled into her car.
The rain beat down and the windshield wipers were barely keeping up with it but she drove as if she were running away from something.
Marvin was surprised when she again became the initiator that night. He wondered what caused her to want sex from him two nights in a row but he dismissed it as possibly her oncoming period or something.
Maggie found herself reliving the events in the van as she walked around in a mild state of arousal. She managed to arrange not to be alone with Roberto for the next few days but she knew and felt that he was always watching her. She wouldn't admit it but she took extra care with the little makeup she normally wore and she started wearing tighter tank tops to practice.
She concentrated on the team and worked with the girls to build up their strength and stamina. There were a few cuts and bruises and some minor sprains but they were in reasonably good shape since most of them had played some soccer since school let out.
The next time that anything happened between them was on the bus ride back from their first summer tournament game on the other side of Charleston. He had asked to ride in the bus with the team but she told him that there was no room so he had ridden in someone's car.
They left early Saturday morning and ended up losing two games so everyone was a little down on the trip home Saturday night. Maggie was surprised and a little annoyed when Roberto got on the bus just before it was ready to pull out. Her annoyance was both with him and with herself since she had a fleeting moment of anticipation when she saw him walk down the aisle. He said that his ride decided to stay overnight and he wanted to get back home. Not wanting to make a scene she told him that he had to sit in the back on the bench seat with all of the extra gear.
Megan's team also rode on the bus but Maggie sat next to Trudy Brady so she could keep an eye on her. Trudy had twisted her knee during the game and Maggie made her keep an ice pack on it until they could get back and get it x-rayed.
Not even an hour into the ride home the bus got quiet as everybody dropped off to sleep. Trudy was uncomfortable so Maggie got up and let her rest her leg across the seat. There were no other empty seats and she was forced to go back and sit with Roberto. The soccer equipment filled the back of the bus and they moved a bag of balls so she could have room to sit. It was too close to Roberto for her comfort but she had no choice and it would only be for a little while.
She pretended to herself that she was afraid of what he might do but deep down she knew that she was more afraid that she would allow, or even encourage, him to make an advance, an advance that she wanted him to make.
Not willing to let him know her feelings, she made it clear that she didn't want to engage in conversation in the darkened bus. She found a laundry bag full of towels that she placed between them on the big bench seat to ensure that he knew she wanted a separation between them.
"Is hokay?" Roberto leaned over and whispered with his lips close to her ear.
His breath on her ear gave her goose bumps.
"Yes, she's fine, now let me get some sleep please," she responded.
The sway of the bus and the drone of the engine soon lulled her into sleep. She had no idea how long she had been dozing but she awoke to feel someone or something rubbing her breast. Taking stock of her situation she realized that she had ended up with her head laying on the bag of towels between she and Roberto. His arm was resting on her shoulder and he was rubbing his fingers across her left nipple. She looked down but could barely see his dark hand against the material of her shirt.
She shifted slightly and he stopped touching her and waited for her to settle down before he resumed his actions. Maggie could feel the fingers of his hand as they passed over her shirt and the thick fabric of her sports bra. He was not squeezing or fondling her but he kept his fingers extended and separated so that as he slowly moved his hand from side to side each finger would push on her nipple and then allow it to pop back before being pushed again by the next finger as it passed by before he repeated the motion in the other direction.
Crazy thoughts ran through Maggie's mind. She knew that she should immediately stop the play but she was thoroughly enjoying his teasing. She was torn between her morals and the pleasure that he was giving her. No thoughts of Marvin or the kids entered her mind as her arousal heightened each time a finger would push on her nipple. She found she was anticipating his next finger in the short span of time between his touches and her stomach muscles would react each time.
Her mind went back to the rainy day in his van and the excitement that he had aroused in her body when he licked her armpit. She had a vague idea, actually a hope, of where all of this was going to lead but she refused to allow herself to include any details because she rationalized that she was not an eager participant but just a passive one.
Making a liar of herself, she thought, "I should have worn a different bra, these sports bras are too heavy."
Pretending to awaken, she opened her eyes and turned her head so that she was looking up at him. Except for the glow of passing vehicles lighting up his face like an old time movie as they flickered by in the darkness, all she could see was the whites of his eyes and his teeth through his smile.
A strange thought crossed her mind. "Marvin's teeth aren't that white," she thought. "And he's a dentist."
Maggie was aware that he could see her eyes and face and knew that she was awake. She shifted her shoulders so that she was almost lying flat on the bag of towels and closed her eyes. When she moved her body his hand stopped its caress and rested on her breast. Maggie took the initiative and pressed her breast up into his hand and he closed it around her and gently squeezed.
