MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Bakz Alt

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 later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.

My parents are going to be away for a little vacation with some friends of theirs.

They didn't want to leave me behind, but I asked them not to baby me and to allow me to take care of myself.

I'm nineteen years old.

I shouldn't be treated as if I were still ten years old.

I waved at them with a smile on my face as they drove out of the driveway and turned right with their friend that was going to keep an eye on the house while they're away.

My parents trusted her a lot, and so do I?

She's a beautiful woman with striking blue hair in a bun.

Her name is Veronica Carter, and she's a very good friend of my mom's.

I know they trust her a lot, but I don't know her that much.

I sat on the couch, trying to keep my eyes on my phone as I heard her moving around upstairs.

The sound of her footsteps echoed in the house, and the rustling of her clothes as she unpacked her suitcase.

I could also hear her humming a tune as she moved around.

After a few minutes, I heard her coming back down the stairs.

She stopped in front of me and said, "Hey, honey. I'm going to unpack some more stuff. Can you come up and help me for a second?"

I groaned inwardly and set my phone down before I got up and followed her upstairs.

She was already in the guest room unpacking her suitcase.

She was wearing a black tank top that showed off her smooth skin and black leggings that were a little too tight for my taste.

I stood in the doorway as she reached up to adjust a picture frame on the wall.

Her tank top rode up, giving me a glimpse of her hip.

I quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring.

She turned around and said, "Hey, honey. Can you help me organize my clothes in this dresser?"

I nodded and went over to the dresser and started putting her clothes inside.

She had a lot of nice-looking shirts and pants.

As I put them away, I could feel her standing close behind me. She said, "Thanks so much. You're really helpful."

I smiled and continued to put her clothes away.

As I was putting some of her shirts in a drawer, I felt something brush against my arm.

I looked over and saw that it was Veronica's hand.

She smiled at me and said, "Sorry about that. It's just a little crowded in here."

I shrugged it off and continued putting her clothes away.

As I was putting some of her pants in another drawer, I felt something soft brush against my leg again.

This time when I looked over, Veronica's face was very close to mine.

She was still smiling at me, but now there was something else in her eyes too—a look of desire maybe?

I quickly looked back at the drawer and tried to focus on what I was doing.

But it was hard with Veronica standing so close to me.

I stepped back from the dresser and bumped into Veronica, who was still standing right behind me.

Her hand slid up my arm as I tried to move past her.

"I should go check on dinner," I muttered, trying to get away from her.

But she moved in front of the door, blocking my way out.

She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms under her chest.

She looked at me with that same hungry look in her eyes.

My heart was pounding in my chest as she reached out and touched my hair.

"You've grown into such a beautiful young woman," she said, twirling a curl around her finger.

I ducked under her arm and hurried down the hallway, hearing her soft laugh follow me.