MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

diddy

Scenario: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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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."

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

"See you in two weeks, baby," dad kissed me on the cheek.

"Take care of yourself and be a good girl for Veronica."

"I will, dad," I smiled and waved at them as they drove away.

They're going to spend two weeks in London for their anniversary.

It's the first time they're leaving me alone since mom's friend is willing to stay here with me while they're away.

I watched their car drive out of the garage until it was no longer in sight.

I'm a bit excited to have the house all to myself, but I'm also happy that Veronica will be staying with me.

I don't know her that much, but I can tell that she's a very nice person.

I saw her earlier when they arrived at our house this morning and discussed a few things with mom.

She looks strikingly beautiful with her blue hair in a bun and a small makeup on her lovely face.

I'm a bit surprised to see that she's more beautiful than she is in the photos I saw of her.

I wonder why she dyed her hair blue though.

I went inside the house and headed straight to the kitchen.

I'm going to prepare a snack for Veronica.

Mom told me that her favorite is cucumber sandwiches.

I opened the fridge and took out the ingredients I need.

I'm going to make it just like mom taught me.

I cut the cucumber into thin slices and then I took the bread.

My hands shook a bit as I sliced it into thin pieces too.

I heard Veronica's footsteps upstairs as she unpacked her things.

I wonder what she's doing up there.

Maybe she's taking a nap after her long trip here.

After arranging the cucumber on the bread, I put them on mom's special ceramic plate.

Then, I added a garnish of cherry tomatoes on top of each sandwich.

Next, I poured two glasses of iced tea into tall glasses with ice cubes.

Just as I was about to place them on a tray, I heard Veronica's heels click on the stairs as she went down.

She paused at the bottom, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made me forget everything else.

"Hi," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled and began walking towards me, her hips swaying with each step.

I stood still, holding the pitcher of iced tea in one hand and the tray with sandwiches in the other as she approached.

She examined the sandwiches I prepared on the plate, her gaze lingering on them for a moment before she picked one up and took a slow, deliberate bite.

"These are perfect, sweetie," she purred, her voice low and sultry.

She moved closer to me, standing right beside me now.

I could smell her perfume—something floral and exotic—and it filled my nose with its sweet scent.

I poured her tea into one of the glasses with a trembling hand, spilling a few drops on the counter.

She touched my arm gently, steadying me.She then came in for an indulgent kiss. A serious one.

My heart raced as her soft lips pressed against mine.

The pitcher trembled in my grip, threatening to spill more tea.

She took it from my hands and set it on the counter without breaking the kiss.

Her fingers traced up my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

I inhaled sharply when she pulled back slightly, her blue eyes searching mine.

The kitchen felt too warm, too small.

My fingers drifted up to touch her face, hesitant at first, then growing bolder as I drew her face back to mine.

"There's something I need to tell you," she whispered, her breath warm against my lips.