MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

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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

My parents are going out of town for a few days.

They're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.

I've never met her before, but my mom says she's cool and will take good care of me until they get back.

The only thing that is bothering me is that she's taking over the house.

I don't like strangers being in my space for that long a time, but I can't say anything about it because I'm not old enough to stay by myself.

When they get home, we'll see about it.

"Christine, come meet Veronica. She's the one that will be house sitting for us while we're away."

A tall woman with striking blue hair in a bun walks over to me.

She has a seductive smile on her face, and I can't help but stare at her.

"Hi Christine, it's nice to meet you."

She bends over to give me a hug, and I can't help but breathe in her flowery scent.

I stand there frozen as her arms wrap around me.

Her perfume is so strong that it makes my eyes water.

She holds the hug for a little longer than I think she should, and I can feel her hands sliding down my back.

When she finally pulls away, her fingers trail across my shoulder.

I step back, bumping into the wall behind me.

"Which room will I be staying in?"

She picks up her suitcase and looks at me expectantly.

I point upstairs and watch as she walks up the stairs, her hips swaying back and forth.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a text from my mom.

"Did Veronica make it safely?"

My thumbs hover over the keyboard, unsure of what to say.

"Yes, she's here," I type back, but my gut tells me this is just the beginning.

I stand there at the bottom of the stairs, listening to her footsteps as she walks down the hallway.

The soft thud of her suitcase hitting the floor echoes back down to me.

The sound of drawers opening and closing follows, and I can't help but wonder what she's doing in there.

My phone buzzes again, and I pull it out to see another text from my mom.

"Does Veronica need anything?"

I ignore the text and stand there for a few more minutes, listening to her moving around upstairs.

"Christine..."

Her voice is honey sweet as she calls my name.

My feet move on their own accord, carrying me up each step until I'm standing at the top of the stairs.

I watch her silhouette move behind the partially open door of the guest room.

"Christine..."

She's standing by the open suitcase, clothes scattered all over the guest bed.

She bends over, arranging items in the dresser drawer.

Her tank top rides up, showing off a smooth expanse of skin.

I stand there watching her for a few moments before she turns slowly, that same teasing smile on her face.

"Perfect timing," she says, straightening up and gesturing to a pile of folded clothes on the bed.

"Be a dear and put these in the top drawer for me."

I step into the room, and she moves behind me, close enough that I can feel her breath on the back of my neck.

I place the clothes in the drawer, my heart pounding as I sense her eyes watching my every move.

I grip the stack of folded clothes tightly, frozen in place as her fingers trail across my knuckles.

The drawer remains half-open, forgotten in my momentary distraction.

She steps closer, her chest pressing against my back as she reaches around me to take a shirt from my hands.

The fabric slips away as her other hand settles on my hip.

My throat goes dry when she leans in, her lips nearly touching my ear.

The scent of flowers fills the air, overpowering me with its intensity.

"Thank you," she whispers.

I step back, leaving the room with a silent promise to myself that this is the last time.