Not just yet -Blink

A mile down the road, Samuel watched Marcus's patrol car pull out of the hardware store parking lot and disappear into the midday traffic. Twenty minutes later, his phone buzzed in his plaid shirt pocket.

Patrick: Valente just walked into the precinct. He's at his desk.

A triumphant grin spread across Samuel’s weathered face. He paid for his items and immediately turned on his heel, hailed a passing taxi, and headed right back to his neighborhood.

***

Half an hour had passed since Amelia began tending to Samuel's garden. If she was already here, she figured she might as well do what she said she would do.

She knelt on a small foam pad in the dirt, tugging aggressively at a stubborn weed. The midday sun beat down on her back, causing a light sheen of sweat to gather beneath her white button-up blouse. The thin cotton clung to her skin, turning nearly translucent against her back and shoulders.

She had dressed up, lied to her husband, and completely surrendered to the thrill of a secret rendezvous, only to be left alone with the tomatoes. Usually, tending to a quiet house was her daily life, but today it felt more like a betrayal by the stupid old man..

She was so distracted, her mind so frustrated that she didn't even hear the soft, deliberate footsteps crossing the patio.

Suddenly, a pair of large, rough hands reached from behind her, moving up to firmly cup her heavy, braless breasts right through the damp white cotton of her blouse.

Amelia gasped, dropping her garden trowel into the dirt.

"You don't really wear a bra when going anywhere do you?" Samuel asked, bouncing her heavy breasts in his palm like balls.

She felt her entire body relax the second she recognized his grainy voice. The panic completely evaporated simply because it was Samuel, a man who wasn't her husband. "Samuel! It's you!"

"Who else were you expecting?" he chuckled, his signature slimy smile comforting the sweet wife.

Noticeably, he had dropped the sweet 'angel' moniker.

"You scared me half to ****!" she pouted, twisting her head to look back up at him. "I thought it was some random stranger sneaking up on me!"

Samuel’s hands left her chest, sliding down to grip her denim-clad hips. With a swift tug, he pulled her back against his thighs and brought his heavy hand down hard on her ass.

Smack.

Amelia yelped, her back arching as a hot flush rushed straight to her spine.

"Well, what if it was a stranger?" Samuel teased, leaning over her shoulder. "You shouldn't show discrimination, Amelia. If you're going to parade these magnificent melons around the neighborhood without a bra, you should be willing to share them with everyone."

"Samuel! Stop being silly, I'm not some loose woman," she giggled, leaning her back flush against his shins. "I wouldn't let just anyone touch me!"

Samuel didn't laugh. He had wound the next step to corrupt her from inside.

He held Amelia's hand and yanked her inside the back door into the house, locking the door. Amelia followed him obediently.

Once inside, his fingers aggressively unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse, slipping his rough hands inside to directly squeeze her bare, sweating mounds of flesh.

"Oh... S-Samuel, gently..." she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as he mashed them like floor dough.

"Not a loose woman?" Samuel ignored her protests, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her hips jerk. "Then why are you standing here, letting the old neighbor fondle your bare tits while your husband is out risking his life? What would you call 'this'?"

"I... ahh!" Amelia squirmed, her mind scrambling to justify the intense pleasure flooding her crotch. "I call it spending time with a friend! You're a friend, Samuel. And I feel bad for the loss of your wife. I mean.. I- It's completely different. I'm... I'm just comforting you."

"Is that right?" Samuel scoffed, fully taking her breasts out of the thin shirt. "So, if the mailman was feeling a little sad today, you'd let him pull your shorts down and spank your bare ass? If the grocery delivery boy was grieving, you'd let him play with your tits?"

"No! Definitely not! You can do it, because.. because I know you," she argued, trying to make sense of Samuel's absurd words. "You're a good person. You're Marcus's friend. A stranger would just be... a pervert!"

Samuel let out a mocking laugh. "A pervert? Amelia, look at yourself, standing here with your tits hanging out of your shirt for another man while your husband is out working to pay for your food. Is that not a pervert? Do you know what Marcus would call you if he saw this?"

Amelia’s breath caught in her throat. A spike of genuine fear pierced her fuzzy haze. "H-He wouldn't understand..."

"He'd call you a slut," Samuel stated bluntly.

"No!" Amelia gasped. She squirmed against his legs deeply offended for the first time. "Don't call me that! That's a bad word. I'm a good wife." She never expected Samuel to be the one to call her that. Whom she thought of as a true friend.

"A good wife?" Samuel abruptly stopped kneading her breasts. He reached down, grabbed her cell phone from her back pocket and held it right in front of her face. "Perfect. Let's call Marcus right now. Let's tell him what his good wife is doing with the neighbor right now."

"No!" Amelia shrieked, genuine terror piercing through her arousal. She scrambled wildly to grab the phone, but Samuel held it out of reach. "Samuel, stop! Please! He'll kill you, and he'll be so angry with me! He'll lock me away! Please stop it!"

"Then stop lying to me!" Samuel yelled, his voice echoing sharply across the backyard. "Tell me what you are!"

"Fine! Okay! Stop it!" Amelia yelled back, her chest heaving violently. Her eyes filled with frantic, unshed tears as she stared at the phone. "I'm whatever you want me to be! Call me a loose woman, call me a... a slut! Just please put the phone away.."

Samuel stared at her for a long, agonizing second. Then, he slowly lowered the phone, slipping it back into her pocket.

His hardened expression instantly melted back into a calm smile. He slid his hands back into her blouse, gently resuming his rhythmic massage of her heavy flesh.

"There now," Samuel soothed, warmth returning to his voice. "Was that so hard? You shouldn't be ashamed of being called a slut Amelia. In fact, a woman with a body like yours should be proud to be my slut."

Amelia let out a ragged breath, her adrenaline crashing "You're being so mean, Samuel," she whimpered, pouting up at him. "I... I thought you were a good man. And you... you called me a slut."

"Yes, I did, does that make me a bad person?" he spoke, masked with pure innocence. "What's wrong with being a slut?"

"How can you ask that from me..." She looked at his genuinely curious face without any malice and explained "Sluts are bad women who sleep with other men. They have no morals, and I'm not like that!"

"Now, Amelia," Samuel tutted softly, sliding his hands down and gently squeezing her ass. "Why are you being so judgmental?"

Amelia blinked, utterly confused. "What?"

"I'm surprised at you. You have such a big heart, yet you're standing here slut-shaming those poor women," Samuel said with disappointment, shaking his head.

"What bad does a slut ever do? They are just women who are honest about what makes them feel good. They like attention. They like being touched. Just like you do."

He continues, "Do they rob people?"

Amelia shook her head.

"Do they **** people?"

".. No.."

"Do they ever cheat people of their lifesavings, kill children, help criminals or any other crimes?"

"No.." her voice was as quite as a mouse, a twisted realization settling in.

"Then why do you call that a bad word? If they want to feel good, should they be punished for that? If they are evil for what they do, then all the medieval heroes, kings, warlords, all philosophers who visited brothels, all those TV celebs you like and even those cute little kittens you love so much, should all be branded evil. Since they also searched for their body's pleasure, they also had more than one partners in their lives. And you're currently doing the same thing as well."

"I don't mean... I'm not sleepi-" Samuel cut her off sharply.

"Then what else would you mean? Be honest Amelia, do you want to get punished for spending time with me? Do you think what you're doing, what I'm doing is evil?"

"Of course not.. Samuel. It- It's... just..." She looked at him with deep understanding.

"You're out here hiding secrets, lying to your husband, and enjoying an old man's company. If you judge those women, you're being a massive hypocrite." He said caressing her cheek gently "And I know my Amelia isn't a cruel, hypocrite of a woman." Samuel said stroking her head.

Amelia bit her plush bottom lip. She had never thought about it that way before. Samuel was right, she was enjoying this. And she had always prided herself on giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. Wasn't it wrong to judge other women for wanting to feel this amazing?

"I... I suppose I was being a little unkind," she whispered, a rush of guilt washing over her conscience.

"As I thought, you're so understanding," Samuel agreed softly. "So from now on don't be judgmental of anyone okay? Words like slut, whore and other are just moral constraints the society has **** onto the free spirit of the women." He said increasing his voice, trying to mimic what he once saw at an open cult program, while squeezing her breasts very lightly to continue giving her pleasure.

"So reject that. Be free, be a slut, Amelia!." He said with conviction.

Amelia looked down at his tanned, wrinkled hands completely overflowing with her pale, bare breasts.. ' Why did she never thought things from the perspective of those women? Did she become a narcissist thinking she's above them?' Her heart fluttered with a new sense of liberation. She will be honest and kind just like Samuel said. Although she would still think of marriage as a sacred ritual never to be crossed. She will be honest about herself just like Samuel said, and drop the prejudice she thought she didn't have before.

A massive, foolishly bright smile spread across her flushed face as she looked at Samuel straight in his eyes.

"You're right Samuel," she said with confidence. "I never realized I was making such a terrible mistake. I was unknowingly being so cruel to those poor women like me. From now on, I'm your slut, Amelia. It's not a bad word. It just means I'm honest about wanting to feel good."

"Haha, that's my girl" He stroked her cheek. "So tell me who's my greedy little slut?"

"I am!" Amelia said with a wide, breathtaking smile.

"Who's my whore?"

"I am!"

"And who's my slutty little bitch?"

"I am! Woof" Amelia barked playfully, with a bright enlightened laugh. She genuinely thought it was just a fun, naughty game.

"Good, remember it from now on." he said looking at the wall clock. 2:33 PM.

He had plenty of time, and this was just the starting. Today, Samuel was gonna break as many barriers as he can... to reach her.