Chat with Samuel -Blink

Amelia sprawled across her plush mattress, kicking her bare feet in the air like a giddy teenager. A thrilling, fuzzy warmth still hummed beneath her skin. She pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped the innocent-looking calculator icon. She punched in the secret passcode.

The hidden chat screen popped up, completely blank and completely hers.

Amelia smiled, her thumbs flying across the keyboard.

Amelia: Marcus just left. You can come back now...
She bit her lip, waiting. A few minutes later, a text bubble appeared.

Samuel: I can't, angel. I have some chores to run this evening. Plus, I don't want to overstay my welcome on the very first day.

Amelia pouted at the screen. "He's such an old man, oh wait, he is," she chuckled to herself, rolling onto her stomach. Her heavy breasts squished softly against the mattress.

Samuel: Besides, my conscience is eating at me. I'm terrified my rough old hands might have left a nasty bruise on your perfect skin. Did that spanking hurt you?

Amelia let out a sweet, breathless giggle. He was such a worrywart.

Amelia: Not at all! It wasn't that hard, Samuel. You don't need to worry.

Samuel: I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I know I didn't damage the god's best work. Can you show me?

Amelia: Okay.

He was just feeling guilty for his playful mischief. Wanting to ease his mind, she hiked the skirt of her floral sundress off her body. She scrambled off in front of the full-length mirror on the closet, twisted her body and snapped a clear, bright picture of her bare, pristine bottom before sending it off to Samuel.

Samuel: Thank heavens. Beautiful. But looking at this tiny screen... I'm starting to think you lied to me earlier.

Amelia: Lied about what? Amelia frowned.

Samuel: I bet those heavy girls of yours DO sag when you lay flat on your back. I was just so preoccupied with them that I forgot to check properly haha.

"What?" Amelia gasped aloud in the empty room. Her feminine pride flared up instantly. She sat up, completely slipping the top of her sundress down to her waist. She lay flat on her back against the pillows, her massive breasts settling proudly against her chest. She snapped a picture from above, perfectly capturing her deep cleavage and stiff pink nipples. She shifted her angles, taking three more photos just to prove her point, and sent the entire batch.

Amelia: They absolutely do not sag.

Samuel: Sweet Jesus. You're correct. And you're a marvel, Amelia. An absolute marvel.

Amelia giggled, thoroughly enjoying the praise.

Amelia: You know, Samuel, you were completely right about one thing too, about keeping secrets.

Samuel: What do you mean?

Amelia: I mean, lying isn't a bad thing at all! It makes everyone so happy and peaceful. Marcus is happy, Liam is studying, and I'm having so much fun. And I always thought it's such a bad thing to do.

Samuel: Haha, now you understand. But don't enjoy breaking the rules too much, or I'll have to punish you properly next time.

Amelia laughed out loud, her chest bouncing with the bright, musical sound.

Amelia: Your punishment just felt like tickling! You're too sweet, Samuel. I can do it all day.

Samuel: Is that a challenge? I'd be afraid of making a sweet, fragile thing like you cry.

Amelia typed furiously, completely blind to the incredibly erotic boundaries she was erasing with her own hands.

Amelia: Now you 'have' to do it! I'll show you how strong I am. Don't underestimate a Valente.

Samuel: Heh, we'll see about that tomorrow in the garden. I have to go handle my chores now. Sweet dreams, beautiful.

Amelia sighed, a heavy wave of disappointment washing over her as the screen went dark. She hugged her pillow, completely intoxicated by the secret attention, and let her eyes drift shut for a quick nap.

***

Midnight arrived with the heavy clatter of the front door.

Amelia stood by the stove in a modest, ankle-length nightgown, stirring a pot of warm stew. Marcus trudged into the kitchen, his dark uniform smelling of stale coffee and city exhaust.

"Hey, baby," she smiled, handing him a steaming bowl.

Marcus grunted his thanks. He walked down the hall and peeked into Liam's room. Seeing the large lump buried under the blankets, he closed the door and returned to the kitchen table. He dug into the stew hungrily.

"What did you do all day?" Marcus asked, his dark eyes scanning her face.

Amelia felt a thrilling spike of adrenaline. She looked right into the eyes of the human lie detector and smiled flawlessly.

"Nothing much," she answered everything truthfully, "Tended some flowers out front, watched TV, cooked for Liam. It's very quiet around here." just omitting Samuel's visit.

Marcus paused, his spoon hovering over the bowl. He looked at her soft, beautiful face, and a rare wave of genuine empathy washed over him. He kept her locked away from the world to protect her, but he knew the isolation of a brand-new town took its toll.

"Listen," Marcus sighed, his tone softening. "Samuel told me this morning about his vegetable garden out back. He said it's getting completely overgrown."

Amelia's heart leaped into her throat, but she **** her expression to remain perfectly blank. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Marcus nodded. "Since you like gardening so much, you should head over there tomorrow and see if you can help him out. Give you something to do during the day while I'm on shift."

Amelia could hardly believe her ears. Her fiercely jealous, overbearing husband was actively pushing her right into her new secret friend's company.

"That sounds wonderful, Marcus," she cooed, walking up behind his chair to massage his broad shoulders. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

Marcus nodded, "Also, I'll help you unpack the rest of the boxes the next Friday,", leaning his heavy head back against her stomach. "Just go get some fresh air tomorrow. But Amelia... tell me straight if he tries anything funny with you. You understand?"

"Of course, baby," Amelia smiled sweetly, staring right over the top of his head. "But you don't have to worry. He's just a sweet, lonely old man."