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 very nice.

I'm not so sure about that, but I trust my mom's judgment.

Veronica arrives just as my parents are packing up their car.

"Hi Christine, it's nice to meet you," she says with a smile.

She has striking blue hair, which is pulled back into a bun.

"Nice to meet you," I reply, feeling a little shy.

My mom gives me a hug and says, "We'll be back in a few days, sweetie. Be good."

My dad waves goodbye as they drive away.

Veronica turns to me, "Would you like some coffee?"

I shake my head, feeling a little awkward.

"I don't drink coffee."

"No problem, how about some juice?"

I nod, following her into the kitchen.

As we wait for the juice to be poured, I can't help but notice how beautiful Veronica is.

Her body is curvaceous and petite like mine, with blue hair cascading down to her waist.

She's wearing a tight white shirt and blue jeans that hug her ass perfectly.

She turns to hand me my juice and catches me staring at her body.

She smiles seductively at me.

I sit down at the kitchen counter and sip my juice.

Veronica is humming to herself as she explores the kitchen cabinets, pulling out snacks and examining them before putting them back.

She moves over to the living room window that looks out over the backyard pool.

She stares out at the water for a moment, then turns back to me with a mischievous grin.

"Such a nice day outside," she says, walking closer to me.

Her fingers trace patterns on the counter as she leans forward, giving me a clear view down her tank top.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I try to look away from her exposed cleavage.

She reaches out and tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet her gaze.

"Let's make this weekend unforgettable," she whispers, her eyes glinting with a promise of adventure.

I fidget with my glass of juice as she heads upstairs to change.

I can see the pool's surface glinting in the afternoon sun through the kitchen window.

Minutes later, Veronica comes sauntering down the stairs in a black string bikini that leaves little to the imagination.

My throat goes dry as she walks past me, her hips swaying seductively.

She grabs a towel from the hall closet and pauses at the sliding glass door.

She turns back over her shoulder and gives me a wink, her fingers playing with the bikini strap.

"Coming?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You can wear that cute purple swimsuit I saw in your room."

I hesitate, glancing at the pool and then back at her.

"Are you sure it's okay?" I ask, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.

"Absolutely," she replies with a playful smirk, "besides, there's something I need to tell you once we're out there."