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 make sure that I don't get into any trouble while they're away.

I can't wait to meet her.

I'm a little curious about why she has blue hair, though.

Maybe it's just the light playing off the photo, but it looks really, really blue.

Like cartoon-blue.

"Christine!"

My mom calls from downstairs.

"Veronica just got here. Say goodbye before you go find her, okay?"

I grab my backpack and head down the stairs.

"Hey sweetie," Mom hugs me.

"Be good, okay? And listen to Veronica. She'll keep you out of trouble."

"Trouble?

Who me?

Ha!Yeah right.

You know I'm a little shit starter, Mom.

Just kidding.

I'll be good.

I promise.

Veronica is standing in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water.

She has blue hair, all right.

It's really bright blue, like a cartoon character.

She's wearing a black tank top that shows off her smooth, tanned skin and her big boobs.

Her legs are long and lean, and she has on leggings that show off her tight ass.

She smiles when she sees me, but I'm not sure what to make of her.

I mean, she seems nice enough, but...

"Hi Christine," she says.

"Nice to meet you."

I smile back at her.

"It's nice to meet you too. I'll go get my stuff."

"Have fun," Mom calls after me as I head back upstairs.

I grab my backpack and head to the guest room where Veronica is putting away her stuff.

She's unpacking a suitcase full of clothes that look like they belong in a sexy magazine ad.

She catches me watching and smirks, holding up a red bikini against her body.

"Like it? I think I'll wear this by the pool tomorrow."

She hangs it up in the closet and bends over to arrange some shoes on the floor.

Her tank top rides up as she bends over, showing off her smooth skin and a tattoo on her lower back. I step closer to get a better look at it, but she suddenly spins around and I stumble backward into the wall with a yelp of surprise.

"Careful there, sweetie," she says with a smile, putting a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

My cheeks flush as I stare at her hand on my shoulder.

I can't believe how soft and smooth her skin is.

"What do you say we order some pizza for dinner?"

She asks, dropping her hand from my shoulder.

"Sure, pizza sounds great," I reply, trying to act casual.

"Perfect," she says, her eyes twinkling. "And while we wait, there's something your mom didn't mention—I'm actually here for more than just babysitting."

"What do you mean?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

Veronica backs away from me, her hand trailing down my arm and sending shivers up my spine.

She reaches over to the dresser and picks up her phone, scrolling through her contacts.

I stand awkwardly in the doorway as she searches for a number.

The guest room suddenly feels smaller with her presence filling it.

Finally, she finds what she's looking for and glances up at me through her lashes.

My stomach drops as she deliberately walks toward me, phone in hand.

I try to step back, but bump into the doorframe.

She's only inches away from me now, close enough that I can smell the sweet vanilla perfume she's wearing.

"You're going to help me with something very important," she whispers, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.