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Histoire MidReal
Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
Scénario :I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house.
Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile.
She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink.
Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."
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Christine Windsor
young adult,relationship with Veronica and parents,petite with curly brown hair,curious and naive
Mateo Windsor
Christine's father and Veronica's friend,relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette,tall with greying hair,protective and trusting
Veronica Carter
house sitter and friend of Christine's mom,relationship with Christine and her parents,striking blue hair in a bun,seductive and manipulative
I watched as my parents said their goodbyes before getting into the car and driving away.
They had left me in the care of their friend Veronica, a woman I didn't know very well.
I had met her a few times, but beyond that, I knew nothing about her.
My mother had told me that she was a good person and that she would keep me safe while they were away, so I tried to put my worries about being with a stranger aside.
As I turned back to face the house, I saw Veronica standing in the doorway watching me.
She was a striking woman with blue hair pulled back into a bun and a seductive smile on her full lips.
She was curvy in all the right places and wore a tight-fitting dress that hugged her body in all the right ways.
"Come on now, Christine," she called out, beckoning me with her hand.
"What's the first thing we're going to do on this lovely vacation?"
I walked towards her, feeling a sense of unease in my stomach.
There was something about her tone that didn't sit right with me.
As I approached her, I realized she was drinking.
I stepped closer to her, noticing the clear liquid in her glass catching the afternoon light.
She swirled it playfully, the ice cubes clinking against the sides of the glass.
The sharp smell of alcohol hit my nose as she raised the glass to her lips and took another sip.
"Just a little vodka tonic," she said, her words slightly slurred.
"Want to try?"
She extended the glass towards me, droplets of condensation running down its side.
I hesitated for a moment, remembering my parents' strict rules about drinking.
But then I felt Veronica's hand on my arm, pressing the cold glass into my palm.
"Your parents won't know," she whispered.
"It'll be our little secret."
I pulled away, letting the glass slip from my fingers and shatter on the ground.
Veronica's laughter echoed through the kitchen as glass shards scattered across the tile floor.
She grabbed a handful of paper towels and bent down to clean up the mess while I stood frozen.
"Such a waste of good vodka," she said, disposing of the broken glass.
She poured herself another drink, this time adding a little extra tonic.
The ice cubes clinked against the side of the glass as she took a long sip.
My mouth felt dry as I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm sorry I dropped it," I mumbled, stepping closer to the counter.
Veronica raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.
My fingers drummed nervously against the granite.
"I think I need some fresh air," I said, turning towards the door and stepping outside.
I paced back and forth across the backyard, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon behind our neighbor's fence.
The alcohol incident had left me shaken, but I couldn't shake the curiosity that lingered in my mind.
Drinking was something I'd never tried before, but now I wondered what it would be like.
I glanced back at the house, peering through the window to see Veronica sprawled on our couch.
She was scrolling through her phone, her mascara slightly smudged from when she'd bent down to clean up the broken glass.
Before I could think better of it, my feet were carrying me back inside.
Veronica looked up as I entered the room, a smile spreading across her face.
"Feeling better?" she asked, setting her phone down on the coffee table.
I cleared my throat nervously, trying to find my voice.
"Yeah, I just needed a minute," I said, hovering in the doorway.
Veronica nodded, her blue hair coming loose from its bun.
She reached up to tuck it behind her ear, but it fell back into her face.
The mascara around her eyes was smudged, and her eyelids drooped slightly.
She looked older than I remembered, but still pretty.
I took a step forward, watching as Veronica shifted on the couch.
She pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself, her eyes following me as I slowly approached.
The vodka bottle sat half-empty on the coffee table, and she picked it up and took another sip.
I lowered myself onto the far end of the couch, trying to put some distance between us.
But Veronica shifted closer, her knee brushing against mine.
The living room seemed smaller than it had before, the air thick with tension.
Veronica's eyes were on me, her gaze making my skin tingle.
I could feel the weight of her stare, even as I tried to pretend I wasn't watching her.
I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the fabric feeling tight against my skin.
My heart beat faster as Veronica took a slow sip from her glass, her eyes never leaving mine.
The TV hummed in the background, but neither of us were really watching it.
Veronica shivered dramatically, tugging the blanket tighter around herself.
Despite my initial hesitation, I found myself inching closer, drawn to the warmth emanating from her body.
The vodka bottle sat half-empty on the coffee table, catching the dim light from the lamp beside us.
I reached out hesitantly, my fingers trembling as I grasped the edge of Veronica's blanket.
She smiled softly, and in that moment, I knew everything was about to change.
I reached for the remote on the coffee table, my fingers trembling as I picked it up.
The vodka bottle sat between us, and Veronica's thigh pressed against mine under the shared blanket.
Her perfume filled my nose - something floral and expensive.
The TV cast blue shadows across her face as she watched me scroll through Netflix.
She shifted closer, her warm breath tickling my neck.
My thumb hovered over the remote.
"Want to watch something?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Actually, there's something I need to tell you," I replied, my voice wavering slightly.
Veronica's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer, her expression turning serious.
"Is it about last night?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
I set the remote down and turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest.
The dim light of the TV highlighted the fine lines around Veronica's eyes, and her blue hair fell loose from its bun.
She shifted closer, her hand reaching past the vodka bottle to touch mine.
Her fingers were warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
When I didn't pull away, Veronica intertwined our fingers and squeezed gently.
The TV continued to drone in the background, but neither of us were paying attention anymore.
We sat there in loaded silence, our hands tangled together under the blanket.
Veronica's thumb began to trace circles on my palm, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.
A part of me wanted to run, to escape this strange, uncomfortable tension building between us.
But another part of me was frozen in place, unsure of what to do next.
The TV flickered in the background, casting an eerie glow over the room.
Veronica's thumb continued to move in slow circles on my palm, her other hand lifting the vodka bottle to her lips.
The living room felt stiflingly warm, the air thick with anticipation.
I could feel Veronica's leg pressing firmly against mine under the blanket, and I wondered if she noticed how fast my heart was beating.
Finally, Veronica set the bottle down and turned to face me fully.
Her blue hair cascaded around her face, and her eyes locked onto mine.
The confession burned in my throat, making it hard to breathe.
When Veronica squeezed my hand again, something inside of me broke free.
I stared down at our intertwined fingers, my heart thundering against my ribs.
Veronica's thumb continued tracing circles on my palm while her other hand reached for the vodka bottle once more.
The TV cast blue shadows across her face as she lifted the bottle to her lips.
She set it down again with a soft clink and shifted closer, her thigh pressing firmly against mine under the blanket.
When Veronica turned to face me, her blue hair fell loose around her face like a curtain.
My fingers twitched against hers, desire building in my veins like a storm.
Without thinking, I slid my free hand toward the waistband of her leggings.
Veronica caught my hand, her eyes searching mine with a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Before we go any further, I need to know if you meant what you said last night," she murmured, her voice steady despite the tension.
I hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me, and finally nodded.
Veronica's gaze held mine for a moment longer, then she leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine.
The vodka bottle sat forgotten on the coffee table as the TV cast an eerie glow over the room.
My fingers trembled in Veronica's grip, and the blanket slipped from my shoulders when I pressed my mouth harder against hers.
The taste of vodka mixed with mint lip balm on her lips, and I gripped her tank top to steady myself.
Veronica pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with mine as she whispered, "Does this mean you're ready to leave everything behind?"
I swallowed hard, the gravity of her question sinking in.
"Yes," I breathed, feeling a strange sense of liberation wash over me.
Veronica's eyes locked onto mine, and she leaned in once more.
This time, her lips pressed harder against mine, and I could feel the heat of her body through her leggings.
The TV flickered in the background, casting a dim glow over the room.
I stared at Veronica's face, my fingers trembling against her tank top.
She guided my hands to the hem, helping me pull the fabric up over her head.
When I pulled back, my breath caught at the sight of her black lace bra.
Veronica's eyes never left mine as I unbuttoned her leggings, moving slowly to give her a chance to stop me.
But she just watched with half-lidded eyes as I slid them down her legs and tossed them aside.
Her underwear matched her bra, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.
I hesitated at the clasp of her bra, but Veronica reached back to help me release it.
