MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Grubb Lovan

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

"Will you be OK, sweetie?" my mom asked.

I nodded, watching as she and dad packed the last of their things into their luggage.

They were going on vacation, just the two of them, and they had asked their friend Veronica to house sit while they were away.

"You remember what I told you?"

"Yes, mom. If I need anything, I’m to call you."

Mom nodded before coming over to give me a hug.

"I’ll see you in two weeks, honey. Be good."

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly before she kissed my forehead and hugged me once more.

Dad came over and ruffled my hair.

"Take care of yourself, kiddo," he said.

"I will."

Then they were gone, leaving me alone with Veronica.

I wasn’t sure what she planned on doing tonight, but I knew it wouldn’t include me.

I was eighteen and could look after myself.

I watched as she locked the front door behind them before turning to look at me.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

A little surprised by the question, I shook my head.

"Oh, right. Well, in that case…"

I didn’t wait to hear what she had planned, instead retreating to the kitchen.

She followed, leaning against the counter as I opened the fridge.

I pulled out a package of ham and some bread before closing the door.

"What are you making?"

Veronica asked.

"A sandwich."

I began opening the package of ham.

"Want one?"

"No, thanks. So…"

She paused, running her fingers over the counter.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"Not much. I’m just going to watch some TV."

I pulled out the mayonnaise and began spreading it on one slice of bread.

Veronica stepped closer, leaning her hip against the counter beside me.

"Need any help?"

"No, thanks."

The kitchen felt smaller with her in it, but I tried not to let it bother me.

I reached up into a cabinet for a plate and Veronica stepped closer, pressing her body against my back as I stretched up for the plate.

I felt her breasts press against my back and I quickly pulled down the plate, not wanting to draw attention to my reaction.

I turned around, trying to ignore how close we were standing. "Here," she said, reaching around me to grab a knife from the drawer.

Her warm breath brushed over my neck as she leaned in front of me and I shivered slightly.

She straightened up and smiled at me before handing me the knife.

"Thanks," I said, taking it from her and beginning to spread butter on the other slice of bread.

As I reached for the butter knife, Veronica stepped even closer, pressing her body against mine once more.

"You're welcome," she replied softly, her eyes lingering on mine.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you," she continued, her voice suddenly serious.

I paused, looking up from my sandwich, sensing the weight of her words.

"I know you’ve always thought of me as your mom’s friend," she said, leaning back against the counter.

Her hip brushed mine as she turned to face me, blocking my path to the fridge.

She set the knife down on the counter and began tracing circles on it with her finger.

"But I’ve always found you fascinating. Watching you grow up over the years…"

I stepped back, bumping into the cabinet behind me.

She followed, placing her hands on either side of me so I was caged in.

My heart raced as she leaned closer, her blue hair falling loose from its bun.

"Veronica," I said firmly, breaking the tension, "let's keep things simple tonight."