6 Times a Day

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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 extreme, 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."