Centerfold: Part 2

CHAPTER 4

Alan and Glory were worried about spending too much time together at school. To reduce suspicion, they were trying to limit getting physical with each other to only about three times a week. They'd decided in advance that this day was one of the days for them to stay away from each other.

Glory was very disappointed, because she'd already gotten used to having sexy fun with him every single school day since they'd first gotten sexually intimate on Friday. But Alan was concerned that people were starting to get suspicious. In particular, Christine commented to him as they walked between first and second periods that she hadn't seen him at lunch for several days, and no one else had either.

As a result, Alan figured he had **** but to eat lunch with his friends. Hopefully that would stop Christine from getting curious and digging deeper. He didn't even stay after class to talk with Glory for a few minutes, as he often did, instead walking out of class and into the hall with his good friend Sean.

But as soon as they left the classroom, Alan was in for a shock. "Aunt Suzy! What are you doing here?!"

Indeed, Suzanne was standing in front of him, waiting for him to appear. She was dressed elegantly and expensively, not because it was any special occasion but because she dressed like that almost every day. She smiled a warm smile at him and said, "Hey."

Sean was floored, so much so that he nearly stumbled as he came to a stop along with Alan right in front of her. He exclaimed, "Whoa! Mrs. Pestridge!" Suzanne was showing off a very generous amount of cleavage, and Sean's eyes went straight to her deep valley. He and many others knew from parent-teacher conferences that she was Amy's and Brad's mother. She'd made a lasting impression on the male students of Alan's school, to put it mildly.

Alan got an erection almost instantly. But then again so did Sean and every other male who saw her.

Suzanne grabbed Alan's hand. "Come on. We've got something of a family crisis to discuss." She began quickly click-clicking her way down the hall with Alan in tow. The normal hustle and bustle of the students as they left their classes and headed to the cafeteria was replaced by a kind of awed hush as everyone stared at Suzanne's incredible beauty.

One reason Suzanne regularly dressed so exquisitely was because she liked to draw attention to herself. But she didn't want this much attention, so she was in a rush to get away.

Alan was in so much of a daze that he could barely keep up. At one point he asked her what was going on, but she didn't say anything because she was waiting until they had complete privacy.

As they walked down the hall, they passed Christine, and Alan noticed that she had definitely noticed them. In one way that seemed like a good thing, because she wouldn't wonder where he disappeared to during lunch again. But in another it seemed like a bad thing, because she'd likely wonder why he was leaving school with Amy's mother. He was gratified that at least Christine knew that Suzanne was like a second mother to him, so him being with her wasn't so strange.

They finally reached Suzanne's car, which turned out to be Susan's Honda Odyssey minivan that Suzanne had borrowed for her "errands." She got in the driver's seat and took off in a great hurry as soon as he was buckled in.

Alan was too disturbed to fully enjoy this unexpected adventure. "Okay, Aunt Suzy, what's going on? For starters, why are we in my Mom's minivan, instead of your sports car?"

"You'll see." She gave him a mysterious, mischievous look.

He groaned in frustration. "I hope you really needed to come here, 'cos I'm gonna get no end of grief from my friends about this."

She asked with pretend cluelessness, "Oh? Why is that?"

"You know why! It's like a famous movie actress, like Nicole Kidman or Catherine-Zeta Jones, just appeared in our school halls for no apparent reason. You look so fucking HOT! It's like all the girls are, I dunno, ice cubes in comparison."

She smiled widely, then pouted winsomely and teased, "Nicole Kidman, huh? I must be losing my touch."

Before he could respond to that, she said, "But there's no time. Let me be quick, because I know you only have 40 minutes for lunch. Oh, and here. Eat this." She pointed to a paper bag she'd put on the floor in front of his seat.

He opened it and saw it was a bag lunch she'd made for him. Realizing they were in a big hurry for something, he immediately began unwrapping and eating the lentil and chickpea salad sandwich he found within.

Seeing him do that, she said, "Okay. Now I can answer your questions, Sweetie. I got a call from Brenda an hour or so ago. She wants to meet me in a little while. She wouldn't really say what for, as she seemed rather shy about the whole thing, but she said it was something that you highly recommended that she do. Do you know what she means?"

He shook his head.

"Now, here's the thing. I'm supposed to meet her before you even get home from school. I don't like to go into these things unprepared, which means I have to talk to you now, before you get home. That's why I had to see you at lunch."

He said as he chewed his sandwich, "That's it? I thought it was something important, especially when you said it was a family crisis."

"It IS important! And it is a family crisis of sorts. Brenda's not just some woman. That's all she was, up until she learned of the ****. I don't think I need to remind you that means she's become very important to us and we have to treat her extremely carefully."

"Okay. I'm psyched to see you in any case. What do you want to know? And where are we going, anyways?" He'd noticed Suzanne wasn't driving to their home neighborhood. He couldn't think of any reason for her to be driving in the direction she was taking.

"Let me worry about that. First, I want to know why you were so insistent that she talk to me. But more than that, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING that you two talked about last night while you had the chance to be alone."

"Everything? Aunt Suzy, I already explained things in a general way last night. Isn't that good enough?"

Suzanne glanced over briefly, giving him a discouraging look. "No! Details matter. I want you to remember everything you can. Every word, every expression. Everything! Not only is Brenda a highly fuckable piece of ass that I expect you to lay claim to and royally fuck someday soon-"

He interrupted, "Whoa! I still can't believe that."

Suzanne rounded a corner at speed, squealing the tires briefly before replying, "Believe it! Brenda needs a man like you wouldn't believe, and if you're even half the man I know you to be, she'll be spreading her legs for you faster than you can say, 'Rumpelstiltskin.' Remember, if we don't play our cards right with her, she could ruin absolutely EVERYTHING with what she knows. You know I'm a schemer. The key to a successful scheme is information. That's why I need to know everything you know before I talk to her again."

Suzanne pulled the minivan over and turned off the engine.

Alan had been so preoccupied with talking to her while eating his sandwich that he'd lost track of where she'd been driving. He looked around and realized they were in a parking lot overlooking the beach. The minivan was parked right at the top edge of a cliff, so they had a great view of the sand and the ocean, while their height and position made it very unlikely that anyone would look up and see them.

Still looking around at the view, he asked, "Why are we here?"

She smiled wolfishly. "I was thinking... where can we talk that's only five minutes from your school, and get cozy at the same time?" She said "get cozy" in such a sultry manner that it made him look over at her.

To his amazement, she was suddenly mostly on top of him and not wearing any clothes! Her ass and legs were still in her seat, but her top half was leaning over his chest.

He cried out, "Whoa! How did you get naked so fast?!"

She took his half-eaten bag lunch and set it aside. "I picked clothes that were quick to take off. Plus, no undies helps." She kissed him on the lips while pulling down his shorts, so that by the time her passionate kiss had ended his shorts were down his thighs and her hand was sliding up and down his rigid shaft.

He gasped quietly, with genuine awe, "My God, you're gorgeous!" His heart was pounding hard, more from being in close proximity to a naked Suzanne than from the danger inherent in their public location.

She grinned, but otherwise ignored his compliment. She said in her sexy, scratchy voice, "I figure we've got nearly half an hour, and then it's five minutes to get you back to class on time. Do you want to just talk, or do you want to have some naughty fun with that beautiful woman that all your friends at school were gawking at and dreaming about?"

He asked in confusion, "But I thought you had an urgent need to talk about Brenda?"

She yanked the lever controlling his seat, causing it to slide all the way back so they'd have more leg room. Then she tilted his seat back. "I do, but later!" She kissed him again in a way that took his breath away.

Alan was worried about being seen. It was true that the beach below them was mostly empty, in part because it was the middle of a school day. He was relieved that they weren't at the White Sands Beach, the one closest to his high school, where any of his classmates who cut class might see them. Also, fortunately, the back and side windows on the minivan were tinted as much as California law would allow.

Suzanne loved the feel of skin on skin, as well as the thrill of danger, so before long she had his shorts all the way off and his T-shirt pulled up to his armpits.

He could tell she was extremely hot to trot. So, in addition to running his hands all over her ass and upper body, he dared to touch her pussy, which he was excited to find was soaking wet. To his delight, she didn't say or do anything to stop him. He assumed that was probably because she was so busy with the kissing.

After one particularly breathless kiss, she suddenly broke away. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. "You naughty boy! You naughty, naughty boy!" She laughed with pure joy. Her ass was still in her seat, and now she readjusted her position so her head was right over his crotch.

His heart pounded even harder as he realized what was coming next.

She said, "I'm going to have to punish you for that. Trying to play with my pussy - you should know better. I'm going to have to give your cock a good tongue lashing. Yes indeed!"

He let out a strangled cry, because she skipped the usual step of merely licking his boner and went straight to bobbing on it.

He clutched at the door handle and the center tray to hang on. His ass rose slightly off the seat as an intense surge of pleasure coursed through his body. "Oh! MAN! Fuck me!"

She bobbed on him for about five minutes, using a variety of styles and rhythms.

He found himself thinking, The Tongue comes out to play. Not just any tongue, but THE Tongue! Dang, the things she can do with that sucker! God damn! Now she's just showing off, practically wrapping it around my entire shaft! Fuuuuuck!

Oh man! If she keeps on like this, I'm gonna blow! Like, NOW! Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Gotta hold out! I don't want her to think I can't handle it. But her tongue! Her lips! Her fingers! Just the things she's doing to my balls are driving me crazy! And the bobbing! Dear God, the BOBBING!

I know! The best defense is a good offense! He reached out and started playing with her nipples. He wanted to play with her pussy again, but it was out of reach.

Had he been able to reach her pussy, he might have successfully distracted her and caused her to slow down. Instead, pretty much all he did was get himself worked up even more, since her huge, soft tits felt so good in his hands.

The situation was getting **** - her oral skills were fantastic and her efforts were relentless. He let go of her boobs, but that didn't help much, not in the face of her rhythmic bobbing. In desperation he cried out, "Mercy! Uncle! Oh God! Please stop!"

Amused, she stopped. She pulled her lips off and switched to merely licking him for a while. This allowed her to talk again, but she couldn't help but crow a little.

"So... Sweetie... Are you still bummed that I showed up unannounced at your school?" She licked her way down to his balls, slathered them in her saliva, and then went right back to the most sensitive region at his cockhead.

"No! Fuck no! Jesus!" His eyes were closed and he was straining hard. His T-shirt had fallen back down most of the way, so at least he would seem clothed to someone looking in from the outside. He worried that he'd appear to be some weirdo having a powerful masturbation session, but he reminded himself that between the tinted side and back windows and the angle of the cliff in front of the minivan, the odds of anyone noticing him were very small indeed. As usual, Suzanne had everything figured out ahead of time.

She knew almost better than he did just how much pleasure he could take without cumming. She was making repeated X patterns over his sweet spot with her tongue, finally giving him the "tongue lashing" that she'd promised earlier.

FUCK, man! he thought, gripping onto parts of the minivan like his life depended on it. So fucking INTENSE! I swear, she's playing me like a fiddle! How does she know when to ease up just enough?! I'm so damn high on lust that I could fly!

She said between licks, "So, I think... What would your friends think... if they knew... that the hot MILF they saw you with... was doing THIS to you right now?!" She giggled. "Your mom likes to call herself one of your 'personal cocksuckers.' Would you like me to be another one of your personal cocksuckers? Would that turn you on?"

She found herself aroused by her own words, so much that she went back to a steady bobbing right over his sweet spot. It was so pleasurable that he practically ripped the handle off the door. After just a minute or two he had to shout again, "Aunt Suzy! Please! Stop!"

CHAPTER 5

Suzanne did stop, but did so reluctantly since she was increasingly eager to guzzle down one of his creamy loads. However, she was willing to wait, since she could see that he was fighting with all his might to hold out.

Realizing that he needed a longer strategic break, she crawled back up his body until she was face to face with him, which had the added benefit of letting her stretch a bit after being cramped in the limited space under her dashboard while she was between his legs.

"Aaaaaah! That's better!" She stretched her arms as best she could. "Now you know why I borrowed your mother's minivan, so I could fit down here."

"Indeed! Wow!" He was amazed.

She kissed him playfully on the nose and said, "You know what? You should move your cock to your nose. Then I could alternate between kissing you and sucking you off. That would be a lot more comfy for me in a tight spot like this."

He said sarcastically, "I'll work on that."

She tenderly ran a hand over his face. Staring at him from inches away, she said, "So, you like your ol' Aunt Suzy?"

"For my own self-protection, I'm not going to answer that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I see you're still jacking me off with one hand. Just having your beautiful nude body on top of mine in a place like this is too sexy to be believed. If I answer that question honestly, I'm going to have to say that I don't just like you, I love you, and I love you so much that it almost makes me cry tears of joy whenever I think about it. And then you're gonna get way too excited and go to town on my dick even more than you already have, and I'm gonna cum way too soon during a lunch break."

His talk of love made her heart soar. She was so thrilled, and already so much in love with him, that her entire body seemed to be humming. She said playfully, "You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?"

"I do." He looked at her with a mixture of triumph and love.

She just stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly scrambled back down to her previous spot between his legs. "Dammit, you're right!" Once she was settled in, she gave some long licks from his balls to the very top and then back down, after which she said, "But you're half right and all wrong. I'm not going to blow you; I'm going to give you another titfuck! You like those too, don't you?"

He groaned with a mixture of delight and dismay. "Oh God! Please! Give me strength! Aunt Suzy, if you do that, I'm gonna cum in, like, three seconds!"

"Hmmm. We don't want that. We've got to maintain your treatment program." She had added that last statement to try to maintain the pretense that he was getting a medical treatment. She let his hot erection settle in the depths of her cleavage, but took his warning seriously and delayed starting the titfuck.

He closed his eyes again and started counting.

She could tell what he was doing because she saw his lips move. "Doing the old 'close your eyes and count to ten' trick, huh? Good idea." She lapped her way around his cockhead until he had to gasp out loud, then stopped. "That's an old hit from the sixties, you know. Dusty Springfield, I think." She sang:

"I close my eyes and count to ten,

and when I open them you're still here

I close my eyes and count again,

I can't believe it but you're still here"

He wasn't familiar with the song but he liked the melody. "Nice." Her scratchy voice made her sound like Bonnie Tyler or a female Rod Stewart. His chest was still heaving from the endless waves of pleasure, but he at least managed to open his eyes and look at the beach and the ocean.

Waiting a few more moments to recover, he dared to glance briefly at Suzanne, and at his dick trapped between her huge globes. "Fuckin' A! That song must be about me. I can't believe you're still here. Hell, I can't believe you're here with me at all!"

She replied, "Sweetie, let's not go down that road again right now. Beautiful women need love too, you know, and it just so happens I'm kinda fond of you." She winked. "But we need to talk about Brenda. Our time is short, especially since I've hardly gotten started on your tongue-lashing punishment."

She looked down toward his cockhead and tried to reach it with her tongue. "I'm gonna whip it with my long tongue over and over again until it's red and 'bleeding' pre-cum. Maybe that'll teach you."

He laughed. "Teach me what? What did I do wrong in the first place? I forget."

"Me too." She tried "lashing" him, but since she couldn't reach his sweet spot, she "lashed" the top of his cockhead around the opening instead.

When she felt him tense up, she had to stop. "Okay. Let's really talk. I promise I'll be good... for the most part." She laughed wickedly. "Now, tell me what you told Brenda."

"Do you seriously expect me to be able to talk at a time like this?"

"What? Is the view of the beach too distracting?" She swirled her tongue around his cockhead and tightened the grip of her boobs around his shaft, pushing him to the very brink of climax.

"Jeeeeesus! Aaaaaiiiiiieee! DAMN!" Panting hard, he complained, "You're gonna kill me!"

"True, probably, by and by. But what a way to go! So anyway, talk. Time is running out."

"Aunt Suzy, you're crazy!"

"Never call anyone crazy who has their teeth close to your cock." Due to the titfuck position, the best she could do was lightly scrape the top inch of his cockhead with her teeth to playfully make her point. "Anyway, the human body is very, very flexible. You may not realize it, but I'm training you. Right now, it may seem crazy to expect you to talk, but soon it'll feel odd for you to talk to me WITHOUT some beautiful woman actively sucking or at least stroking you at the same time."

That was such an arousing thought that it almost took him over the edge. He managed, barely, to hold on, but it left him breathless all over again.

Suzanne tried to give him more of a break, but with his hot erection trapped in her cleavage and his bulbous cockhead so close to her mouth she couldn't completely help herself. After another minute or two of keeping him right on the edge, thanks to playful little licks and tit squeezes, she crawled back up him until her mouth was back in kissing range.

"There. I promise not to do anything more than jack you off a little bit." She was already stroking him steadily as she said that. "Now, tell me about Brenda. And if talking about that big-titted babe inspires you to fondle the G-cups of the naked babe resting on top of you here in this public parking lot, well, so be it. Just don't put your hand here..." She took one of his hands and brought it to her pussy lips. His fingers immediately grew wet as he unthinkingly probed an inch or so into her slit.

She concluded, "...because that would be wrong."

He wasn't sure if she was teasing or serious, and frankly, neither was she. But he withdrew his hand, if only because he was overcome with stimulation and he was still trying hard to stave off his own climax.

She stopped stroking his shaft, only to fondle his balls instead. "Start with why you think she's so keen to talk to me all of a sudden."

"Well... I, uh... One thing I forgot to mention to you yesterday... I told her that she was unhappy. ... And, uh... Awww, hell! I give up! How can I talk like this? Your body feels so damn good! Your mouth is literally like an inch from mine. I wanna kiss you so bad!"

"Then kiss me, you fool!" she said in a challenging, sultry purr. "We still have time." She turned her head and quickly glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "Would you believe we still have fifteen minutes before we have to start back?"

He was tempted, but he closed his eyes and said, "No. I'm just gonna shut out all sensory information and pretend you're not jacking me off, and keep cool until I've told you all about Brenda."

He mentally counted to ten again, which helped a good deal. "Okay. I suggested she should talk to you right away about finding a good man, and making her life happier in general. I figured that if she did talk to you, you'd gain more insight into her, and then we could use that to kind of tempt her so she'd desire me more."

Before he could say more, Suzanne interrupted excitedly, "Brilliant! I knew you had it in you! You're like a chip off the ol' block. You're gonna make a great schemer, kid! And a killer seducer. Just from what I saw and what you told us last night, it's clear that you really got under her skin. And soon you're gonna get under her panties and into her burning hot CUNT!" She immediately locked lips and kissed him with a soulful passion.

He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his face, because she had him so hot in more ways than one. For once, she wasn't overtly doing anything to his hard-on, because she had brought both hands up to hold his head in place while they kissed. But his cock didn't get any respite, because her curvy, naked body was writhing on top of him and she seemed to make a point of grinding and churning her hips on his shaft.

It took him a while to recover from that combined kiss and cock rubbing. He couldn't seem to let go of her ass to save his life. Nevertheless, he finally managed to resume his story.

After Suzanne got over her initial excitement, she calmed down enough to let him summarize the rest of his discussion with Brenda. She avoided stimulating his cock too outrageously, more or less. He recounted everything he could remember, including such details as his "lord and master" comment.

Suzanne had a good laugh about that, and a few other things, such as how carried away he got with his doggy-style fuck suggestion. But all in all, she was very impressed at how he'd handled things, and she told him so. "Remember yesterday I told you that it's better to be lucky than good, but you're lucky AND good. I had no idea how true that was! Given her reaction to your 'lord and master' comment, plus other clues, I suspect she's even more submissive than we thought. You may have a real firecracker on your hands!"

She started sliding back down his body, to get back in position between his legs. "I'm so proud of you. I couldn't have coached you any better if I'd been able to tell you exactly what to say through an earpiece. She's much further along than I'd hoped for by this point. Once we get Brenda fully addicted to serving you and your cock, we can rest easy about what she knows regarding the ****."

Suzanne's mouth was positioned for more cocksucking, not titfucking this time. She licked all over his sweet spot as she added, "Would you like that? Would you like super busty Brenda to be your submissive toy to fuck and fondle any time you like?"

He just groaned lustily.

"I agree! You need a big reward. I'm going to have to give you a severe tongue lashing. I'm going to whip you with my tongue until your cock is completely soaked! Oh, wait. It already is, and mostly with my saliva!" She laughed gaily.

He grunted between labored breaths, "That's exactly what you said... about my... my punishment."

She laughed some more, even as she kept on stroking and licking. "I did, didn't I? Oh well, punishment, reward, or anything in between - it doesn't matter. The main thing is, I know I've gotta pleasure your incredible cock!"

With that, she engulfed his cockhead and then some, and got busy bobbing with strong suction. She'd been careful up to that point, easing up or stopping altogether if she thought he was too close to eruption. But she knew they had only a few minutes left, so this time she went all out.

It didn't take much. He too was aware of the time. In fact, he was more aware of it since he was facing the dashboard clock and glancing at it occasionally. She'd said it would take five minutes to drive him back to school, so he was aiming to last until then. But in the end, they still had a couple of minutes to spare when he started firing his load into her hungry mouth.

She kept bobbing through his climax and for about a minute afterwards, until he was completely flaccid.

She sighed happily; they both seemed content and mellow.

But then she was a sudden ball of energy. In a matter of seconds, she was back in the driver's seat and fumbling to put her clothes back on. "Quick, Sweetie! Your clothes! And you only ate half your sandwich. Finish it up, and your drink too."

He grabbed his shorts from the floor and started pulling them up his legs. By the time he was dressed, he was surprised to see that Suzanne was already starting the minivan. When she meant business, she meant business, and she didn't want him to miss even one minute of class on her account.

On the ride back, she asked, "Do you remember yesterday, when you came up with the idea that I should investigate all the girls on the cheerleading squad?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I was thinking about it, and I've decided against it. The problem is, if I have investigators really start digging around, they're going to end up poking around into your life, and Angel's life, and Amy's life too. Even if they try not to, and only focus on the other cheerleaders and not Angel and Amy, it's hard to avoid them if you're all interacting. And what if, say, some investigator takes photos of you and Angel kissing rather intimately, and puts two and two together? Then I could have a whole new set of problems on my hands!"

He admitted, "I hadn't thought of that."

Suzanne chuckled. "Yeah, well, you were a bit preoccupied at the time. If I recall, a certain crazy redhead was busy licking your Johnson."

He quipped, "Yeah, I gotta tell Ginger Spice to stop doing that. It's distracting!"

She chortled, "Ginger Spice?! Ha! Yeah, right."

Pondering the situation more seriously, he asked, "Um... Aunt Suzy? Here's an idea. What if, instead of a full-on investigation, you just do a little background check yourself? Didn't you say you have personal experience doing that kind of thing?"

"I do," she admitted. "And nowadays with the power of personal computers, it's surprisingly easy."

"To be honest, the main one I'm worried about is Heather. She's scary! But knowledge is power..."

Suzanne smiled. "Knowledge IS power. That's a saying that people know to be true, but they're usually too lazy to act on it. You're right. I'll see to it personally, to find out a little bit about her. And that may help you, Angel, AND Amy from being crushed under her stiletto-booted heel."

"Thanks! You're the best!" He leaned into Suzanne's seat and kissed her cheek.

Suzanne grinned. "So... you and Heather, huh? Who'd'a figured?"

"Wait! I didn't say that! I haven't named any names. It's just that, as head cheerleader, she has her tentacles in everything."

"Ah. I see. Okay, we'll have to keep an eye on Ms. Octopus then."

"Good."

In the end, Alan made it back to class on time, although he did have to run from the minivan to the classroom door, making it by only a few seconds.

The only problem with his whole lunch adventure was that Christine sat next to him in their fifth-period calculus class, so she noticed his post-coital lethargy and patina of sweat. Luckily, since she saw him run in, she figured it was due to his running a good distance to get to class on time. She kept her eye on him though, forcing him to stay alert and focused for the entire class, when what he really wanted to do was fade out in a post-orgasmic nap.

As he sat there pretending to listen to their teacher, he thought, Dang! Aunt Suzy is fucking UNREAL! I hate to say this, because I totally love Glory and how we're spending our time together, but lunch in the car with my auntie is a notch more awesome than lunch in class with my sexy teach. And that's saying a lot! But then again, Glory and I are just starting to get to know each other in an intimate way. Aunt Suzy already knows me so well that she has a big advantage.

Hell, the truth is, I couldn't take a lunch like that on a daily basis; I'd be totally useless for the rest of the day!

CHAPTER 6

At one-thirty on the dot, Brenda rang the doorbell to Suzanne's house. That was when Suzanne had asked her to arrive, because she'd figured she'd need time to recover from meeting Alan and to make herself presentable. It had also given her some time to think about what she was going to say. But she also wanted Brenda gone before the school day ended, before Brad or Amy might come home.

"Welcome! Come in," Suzanne said, acting the perfect hostess. She was dressed in just a long-sleeved blouse and short skirt, since she wanted to project an informal air.

Brenda was dressed more impressively, because she actually did want to impress. Her dress had a plunging neckline because she thought there was at least a slight chance she might also end up seeing Alan before she went home.

After a few minutes of pleasantries, the two women wound up sitting on opposite sofas in the Pestridge living room. Suzanne could tell that Brenda was too embarrassed to state the real reason for the visit, so she kept beating around the bush.

Suzanne broke the ice. "I got ahold of Alan during his lunch today at school and asked him about what you two talked about last night."

Brenda's entire body stiffened in response to hearing that. "You met with him just to talk about what he and I said in private?!"

"No, no, no. Relax. It wasn't like that at all. For starters, the reason I saw him had nothing to do with you. Since you know all our secrets, and you don't mind me speaking frankly about sexual matters..." She left that dangling to get Brenda to confirm again.

"I don't."

"Then I'll just come out and say it: I was getting hungry, for cock. For Alan's big cock!"

Brenda gasped.

"I'm sorry. I thought you could handle that kind of language."

"I can. Please, don't censor yourself for me. It's just... rather startling to hear it out of the blue like that."

"Ah. I see. I took Alan to a private place away from school so he could titfuck me, and boy did he!" She ran a hand down her chest, right between her boobs. "I can practically still feel the heat, the wet heat, burning into my skin. I got so hot that I couldn't help but suck his thick meat too. But listen to me; you don't want to hear me go on like that."

"Um..." Actually Brenda did, very much, but it didn't seem proper to admit it. She was starting to get quite horny, but she felt she should conceal that fact.

"That Alan. He's such an honorable, kind-hearted kid. Naturally he told me he couldn't share what you two had talked about, since there was a presumption of privacy. But he told me that he'd said that I could give you some pointers on finding a new man in your life, as well as on how to cope with the post-divorce blues. That was already on my agenda."

Brenda relaxed when she inferred, mistakenly, that that was all that Alan had told Suzanne. She nodded. "I guess that's... true enough. I must admit, being at the house next door last night, I saw a family, or maybe I should call it a group of very close friends..."

Suzanne suggested, "'Family' is good."

"A family, then, that's extremely happy. It's not just the sexual excitement in the air, although there's a lot of that too. There's just so much love, and joy, and laughter. It made me realize by contrast how unhappy my life has been in recent years. Alan talks highly of you. He says you can solve any problem, no matter how big or small. So I guess I could use your advice. How can I change things so I can be as happy as you all are?"

Suzanne nodded, pretending that Brenda's disclosure was new to her. "Okay. I can help with that. I've already suggested that, although Alan is off limits for you, I'd like to help find you a man like him."

"Yes." Brenda felt a pang in her heart. She didn't want a man like Alan; she wanted Alan. She wanted the real thing! But she figured that might not happen, so she needed to be willing to accept the next best. Besides, the more she learned and the closer she got to Alan and those who knew him well, including Suzanne, the better her chances would be with him.

Suzanne went on, "I understand your divorce is nearly final, so you're approaching a crossroads. That's the perfect time to shake things up and start down a new road - a better road. But before I can help you figure out where you want to go, I need to know where you've been. There's still so much I don't know about you. Can you fill me in?"

"Sure. What would you like to know?"

"Why don't you just tell me what you feel is relevant? For instance, more about the regrets and frustrations that have led you to desire a new man."

Brenda sat back and sighed heavily. "I do have some regrets and frustrations, but talking about them isn't easy. But then again, in many ways I've been incredibly lucky, so I should be grateful. For starters, because I've been married to a very wealthy man, people assume I'm some kind of gold digger who married into wealth. Not true. My parents were also very wealthy, so I was born into a life of luxury."

After a pause, she said, "By the way, last night, Alan pointed that out to me, even though he had no way of knowing. How did he do that?"

Suzanne grinned. "I'm not surprised. He's a VERY perceptive young man. Sometimes when I'm with him, I feel like he's looking straight into my soul. I can't keep any secrets from him. He knows my innermost secrets, my deepest desires."

"YES! YES! That's EXACTLY how I felt with him last night! It was an intense experience. Rather frightening, to be honest."

Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, he's harmless. He's just very insightful, but he's very careful not to share any confidences. Well, he's harmless unless he's trying to seduce you, in which case watch out!" She chuckled knowingly.

Brenda's heart was thumping wildly as she thought about Alan seducing her. He's such a handsome, sexy STUD! If he were to try to seduce me, there's no way I could resist! Hell, why would I even want to resist? I'd drop to my knees in a flash and show him just how good I could be! That I'm worthy to be one of his many sluts. I'd show him with my lips and my tongue!

Suzanne smirked a little bit, seeing that Brenda was momentarily visualizing herself with Alan. Suzanne asked, "How has that affected you, being born into wealth?"

Brenda sighed again. "Unfortunately, in many ways that's more a curse than a blessing, at least the way I was raised. You see, I was spoiled rotten. On top of that, I've been blessed with this body." She looked down at her voluptuous form. "But in some ways that's more of a curse too. You see, I got my breasts very early and they just kept on growing. By the time I was fourteen, everyone treated me like I was royalty, just because I have all this extra fatty tissue on my chest and butt. That only spoiled me even more, especially when it came to men."

She looked over Suzanne's body. "I'm sure you can relate."

Suzanne nodded. "Probably. We've talked about our similar problems due to our somewhat similar bodies."

"I never had to lift a hand to do anything, because some horny guy who wanted to get into my pants was there to serve me. In a way I lucked out, because the reaction of others was SO ****, SO over the top all the time that I got completely sick of it pretty quickly. Well before high school even ended, all I wanted was to be left alone. I guess we always want the things we don't have, which in my case was for people to like me for my brains rather than my body. I put my nose to the grindstone and did well in school. As a result, I ended up going to the University of California at Berkeley."

Suzanne nodded. "Yeah, I heard that."

"You're not surprised?"

"Why should I be? Brenda, we're in the same boat. The only difference is, I went to UCLA because I wanted to stay in Southern California. But I was accepted to Berkeley and quite a few other top universities as well. My story's exactly the same. Everyone loved me for my body and I wanted to be loved for my mind. Heck, we might even have ended up as classmates."

Brenda nodded. "Everyone treats me exactly like that. I'm so used to it that I find it hard to switch gears when someone actually understands me. Anyway, at Berkeley, I continued my spoiled ways. Believe it or not, I have a housekeeper named Anika who has basically raised me since birth. She continued as my full-time maid all through college, and she's with me still. How many college students have their own maids? None, that's how many."

Brenda was still having lusty thoughts, even as she carried on the serious conversation. She found herself staring at Suzanne's mouth in an odd way. Just an hour or so ago, that mouth was wrapped around Alan's cock! Her lips were stretched almost painfully wide, but I'll bet she loved it! No, I know she did!

"You seem bitter about it," Suzanne pointed out, unaware of Brenda's thoughts.

"Not really. Anika is the greatest; I don't know what I'd do without her. She's so much more than a maid. But I did pay the price for being pampered, and I continue to pay it. Anyway, it wasn't long before I met a man named Quintin Ross and married him. I was only nineteen. Not long after, we had a little 'accident,' meaning I got pregnant. My one and only child Adrian was the result. Although the timing was unfortunate, Aidy is the joy of my life, so now I have no regrets that I got pregnant."

She thought, I wish I could truly talk to Suzanne about anything. For instance, what's the policy around here regarding pregnancy? Is he going to knock up all his women? Or just use them as his sex dolls? Does she want him to impregnate her? Either way, it's too hot to be believed!

She regained her earlier train of thought and continued, "Sadly, Quintin didn't feel the same. He couldn't handle being a father at such a young age and skipped out on me. I dropped out of college and got divorced. Things were not going well. At least I had Anika and my Adrian, and I was still rolling in money. Quintin certainly was not poor, so he sort of threw a ton of money at me to try to make up for running off."

Suzanne nodded in sympathy. "I know what it's like having a baby or two at a young age, believe me."

"Yeah. At first I let it overwhelm me, but I eventually got back on my feet and went back to Berkeley to finish my degree. But before long I met another man and fell head over heels for him too. Bob, Bob Hunter. He's the man I'm divorcing now. Since I was hanging out with the rich students, I suppose it's not surprising that he turned out to be extremely wealthy too. I can't say I married him for his money, but then again, at that point in my life I was too snobby to date anyone who wasn't rich. At least I managed to graduate that time."

"What in?"

"A double B.A., in History and Art History."

Suzanne was pleasantly surprised, since she hadn't known that. "Oh, really? How interesting. You're going to be very popular around here. Alan loves history, and my daughter Amy is just crazy about art. She's quite a painting prodigy."

Brenda thought, What Alan really loves is SEX! And busty, beautiful women. Like me! Why can't I be one of his lovers too, dammit? I could be so good to him. He might be exactly what I need!

She pushed those feelings to the side and said, "That's nice. Anyway, after graduation, Bob and I moved to Orange County, to a brand new mansion that I still live in. Anika continued to work for me, but we had a whole squad of servants helping out." She frowned. "I know this sounds insincere, but I really think there's such a thing as having too much money. Bob stayed busy with his business, but we were so wealthy that it was utterly pointless for me to work. I had too much money and too much free time. Too much help, even, which meant Anika raised Adrian as much or more than I did. I think I would have been a lot happier with a lot less. I sure don't want to be poor, but money does not equal happiness, that's for sure!"

"I agree," Suzanne said. "Obviously it's good to know you won't ever have to live on the streets but, in my experience, rich people aren't any happier than the rest. And sometimes they're a lot less happy. It's my theory that people often get rich because they're so focused on getting ahead that family and love and health and other important things fall by the wayside. That almost guarantees big problems before long."

Brenda nodded. "So true! That was Bob in a nutshell. I mean, fuck! Pardon my French, but we had more money than we knew how to spend, and yet it was never enough for him. That became a big bone of contention between us. I wanted to enjoy life and have more of his time, but the opposite happened. As time went on, it's like he got more and more into his job. I think he loved the power, having lots of people to hire and fire and kiss his ass. Me? I'd been through that already due to my looks. I still have this big 'everyone leave me the hell alone!' chip on my shoulder, so the last thing that would interest me is some kind of power trip."

She sighed heavily again. "I just want to be done with it, all of it. The money, the servants, the snotty friends, the superficiality of it all. I've realized that I don't like ANYBODY that I know! I don't have a single real friend, except for Anika and Aidy, my son. Everyone else is just so fucking fake! Again, sorry for cursing."

"Not a fucking problem." Suzanne grinned, making clear that she didn't mind the profanity.

Brenda smiled at that. "You - and by 'you' I mean the whole Plummer house gang - you're the first real people I've come across in ages. You guys don't care which rich or powerful people I know, or how much my jewelry costs, or which exclusive resort I'll be going to for my next vacation. You guys actually LIKE each other, instead of sniping and backstabbing. It's so refreshing!"

Suzanne reached out and held Brenda's hand. "I've been where you are, believe me. I was lost for a long time too, looking for happiness in all the wrong places. My marriage went to hell years ago, which is a story I'll have to tell you later. I thought I could fill the void with sexual affairs and parties, but all the people I met were the same type of vacuous, elitist snobs that you don't like. In fact, that's how I first met you, at one of those parties a couple of years ago."

They both had a laugh over that.

Suzanne continued, "Too bad we didn't get to know each other better then. Susan's been my saving grace. She has these old-fashioned conservative values. I have a LOT of problems with some of that, especially in the religious and political areas. But some of those old values turn out to be the most important things, like family."

"Excuse me, but how does she juggle that with her new, um, focus on sexually helping her son?"

"Good question. The two things aren't in conflict at all. Sex and love reinforce each other. Sex strengthens the loving bond, and love makes the sex much, much better. It's a virtuous circle, the exact opposite of a vicious circle."

"I can see that." And I want it! Damn! Susan's so lucky! Suzanne too.

Suzanne continued, "I'm all about family these days, although I continue to be estranged from my husband and his seeming clone, my son Brad. I guess the Plummers have become my new family, and my daughter Amy's too. But Susan helped me in other ways. For a while, I tried to get her to go to those society parties. But she complained so much it was like pulling teeth, and only ever went as a favor to me. She called those people 'a bunch of puffed-up posers.' And she was right! I'd rather have one good friend like her than a thousand fair-weather friends. People who will stick with you through thick and thin."

"Exactly! Suzanne, it's like you're reading my mind."

Suzanne pointed out, "That's not so surprising. We're both about the same age and our histories aren't that different. We've had many similar experiences, from all the attention our big breasts and curvy figures have got us to unhappy marriages to husbands who are more interested in work and making ever more money at the expense of everything else. Susan's story is a bit different, but also broadly similar. There's no reason why you, or Susan, or I have to stumble in the dark alone; we can help each other."