MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Colin LaRue

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 on vacation, and they left me in the care of their friend Veronica.

I don't know her that much, but my mom said she would be trustworthy.

I'm still not sure about this…

"Christine? Are you even listening to me?"

My mom asked me, and I snapped back to reality.

"Yes mom, of course."

I answered her.

"Veronica is going to stay here in our house, and she's going to look after you. You're a big girl, so I'm sure that you can take care of yourself."

She said to me.

"Yes mom."

I nodded and looked at Veronica.

She was weird.

She had this crazy blue hair in a bun, and she was hot.

Like really hot.

I don't know how to explain it, but I felt this weird feeling whenever she was near me.

It was like I wanted to touch her or something.

"Christine, are you listening to me?"

My mom asked me again.

"Yes mom, of course."

I smiled at her and looked at Veronica once again.

She was looking at me seductively.

At least, it seemed like that to me.

Maybe I'm just too naive?

"Ok honey. We're going to be late."

My mom said and kissed my cheek before she hugged Veronica.

"I want to thank you again for doing this."

"My pleasure, Nicolette."

I stood at the front window and watched as my dad loaded the last suitcase into their silver SUV.

My mom waved at me from the passenger seat, and I raised my hand halfheartedly.

The engine started, and they pulled away from the curb.

Behind me, I heard Veronica's footsteps as she approached me.

I felt her stop just inches away from me, and my skin prickled.

Her breath tickled my ear as she leaned forward, waving at my parent's car.

Her other hand brushed against my lower back, and I shivered.

The SUV turned the corner and disappeared.

Her hand stayed on my back, and I tried to step away.

She followed me, keeping her hand in place.

I looked at her from the corner of my eye, and she was smiling.

She guided me toward the living room, and we stopped at the window.

Her hand stayed on my back, and her fingers traced small circles on my skin.

I could feel it through my thin t-shirt, and it made me shiver again.

I looked down at her hand, and she moved it a little lower.

Her tank top had slipped lower, revealing more of her cleavage.

I swallowed hard and looked away.

"Let's get to know each other better."

She said softly, and I felt her fingers in my hair as she played with a strand of it.

She guided me to sit beside her on the couch, and our thighs touched.

The room felt smaller, and I realized I was holding my breath.