Chapter 5

Helen Baker was Brenda's best friend at the place where she worked. Helen was also a divorced mother and the two women occasionally went out together to dinner and a movie. Brenda liked Helen. The blonde was attractive and easygoing and lots of fun when she had a few drinks in her.

One afternoon Helen came to Brenda's desk to ask if she was in the mood for a drink or two after work and then dinner after that.

Brenda had been looking forward to another hot evening with Ken, but she decided maybe it was better to give the boy a rest.

"All right," she said, "I'll call my son later and tell him to fix himself some dinner tonight."

"And I'll call Vernon," Helen said with a smile. "See you later, honey."

Vernon was Helen's son. Brenda had never met the boy, but Helen talked about him a lot and obviously doted on him.

She'd faint if she knew about me and Ken, Brenda thought.

At five o'clock the two women sought each other out and left the office together.

They each drove their own car to a cocktail lounge and restaurant ten minutes down the highway.

They'd been in the place frequently, and the manager smiled at them and immediately led them to a corner booth where they'd be able to drink and have their dinner undisturbed.

Brenda was happy now she was out with Helen. She hadn't been out like this in weeks and it felt good to be socializing with someone her own age again.

Going crazy with Ken in bed was fun, but a woman needed some companionship.

They each had a Bloody Mary and then they switched to wine. It wasn't long before they were giggling madly as they told each other funny stories about the salesmen in the office.

Then after a while they calmed down and Helen said, "I've been meaning to talk to you about something. It's sort of a confession. I'd like to talk to someone about it and you're one of the nicest people I know. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," Brenda replied.

"You may change your mind once you hear it."

"Come on, Helen, I thought we're friends."

"I hope we are. Anyway, it's about Vernon. I guess I talk about him a lot, don't I?"

"Not any more than I talk about Ken."

"Maybe it's different with me. You see... well, it's like this... Vernon and I have been making it with each other."

Silence fell over the table. Brenda said nothing, just stared at Helen with wide eyes. Then she said, "You don't mean..."

"That's right, we've been fucking. It started last year. At first it was just petting and fooling around, but then we did the real thing and ever since then we haven't stopped. I know it's awful, I know you probably think I'm a degenerate slut, but I thought I should tell you about it because I need to talk to someone about it and you're the best friend I have. Do you think I'm horrible?"

"Oh, God," Brenda groaned.

"You do think I'm horrible."

"Definitely not."

"Are you sure?"

"Baby, what you've been doing with Vernon, I've been doing with Ken. Not as long, but long enough. We started a few weeks ago."

This time it was Helen whose face registered shock.

"Holy Jesus," Helen said.

"You can say that again."

"I don't know whether to laugh or faint. You and Ken? My God, Brenda, what about Charlie?"

"He still wants to marry me, but I'm not thinking about that now. Now all I'm thinking about is Ken."

"Oh, wow. We're a pair, aren't we?"

They talked about their problems through dinner. After the meal was finished, Helen suggested they go to her place. Vernon was out for the evening and they could continue drinking and talking.

Brenda was all for it. Now that she had someone to share her difficulties with, she felt much better.

She followed Helen's car in her own to Helen's house.

But it's really crazy, Brenda thought. Two mothers, two friends, both fucking their sons. Who would believe it?

She and Brenda believed it, that's who. She wondered how many thousands of other women were in the same situation. How, could you tell anything about people just by looking at them?

When they were finally inside Helen's house, the blonde brought a bottle of champagne and two glasses into the living room.

"Let's celebrate," Helen said. "It isn't every day that two women like us learn what we've learned about each other."

By the time they finished the first glass of champagne they were both on cloud nine.

They sat side by side on the sofa and Helen said she was so happy about her friendship with Brenda and she leaned over and kissed Brenda smack on her lips.

Then they kissed again and this time the kiss lasted much longer.

Long enough for Helen to push her tongue inside Brenda's mouth.

Brenda wondered what the hell was going on, but she was excited by the feel of Helen's tongue fluttering in and out between her lips.

When Helen finally pulled away, she blushed and said, "Yummy. I think I'm making a pass at you."

"That's what it seems like."

"Do you mind?"

"I think I like it."

Brenda had never made it with a woman before, but she suspected Helen had.

They stared at each other and sipped their champagne and smiled. Then Helen leaned forward again to kiss Brenda.

This time there was more than just a tongue in Brenda's mouth.

This time Helen put her hand on Brenda's tits.

Brenda was drunk. Her head felt woozy and she had trouble sitting upright. But she wasn't too drunk to know what was going on. She liked the feel of Helen's hand fondling her tits. She sucked Helen's tongue and pushed against her to let her know she enjoyed what the blonde was doing.

When they broke the kiss, Helen said, "I feel so wild."

"Me too," Brenda said.

"Two wild women."

"That's right."

Helen laughed and rose up and helped Brenda to her feet.

They embraced each other. Their mouths fused in a hot kiss again. Helen's hands roamed over Brenda's tits and ass and now for the first time Brenda touched the blonde's tits.

"Your mouth tastes so sweet," Helen said.

"Yours too."

"How big is he?" Helen asked.

"How big is who?"