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

I watched as my parents said their goodbyes.

They were leaving for a two-week vacation and had asked their friend Veronica to house sit.

Dad handed her a folder full of emergency contact information, maps, and a letter.

"Anything happens, the lawyer's number is in there. He'll make decisions until we can be contacted."

Mom nodded, giving her a smile.

"We'll see you when we get back, sweetie. Be good."

I hugged them both and waved as they drove away.

Turning back, I found Veronica watching me.

She was a striking woman with blue hair pulled back into a bun and several tattoos I could see.

She had a killer body that she showed off in tight black pants and a red blouse.

Dad's friend… right.

"Want something to drink?"

She smiled and motioned me to follow her into the kitchen.

Once there, she took two glasses from the cabinet and filled them with ice.

Then she reached for a bottle of cola in the fridge.

"Is it okay if I have a drink with you? I'm not supposed to be drinking alone, right?" she laughed.

"Oh, Veronica. You don't have to be stuck in here with me. I'm sure you had stuff you wanted to do while house sitting."

She poured some soda into her glass and then handed me mine.

"Actually, I was looking forward to some quiet time. I've been busy lately too."

She winked at me before taking a sip.

I watched her tongue move as she swallowed.

I followed her to the kitchen table and sat down.

She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it while I sipped my cola.

The afternoon sun was shining in through the window, making the surface of the pool glitter.

I glanced over at it, wondering if I should go for a swim.

Veronica looked up from her phone and caught me looking at the pool.

She stood up, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back.

"I'm going to go for a swim. You want to come?"

She asked as she walked toward the stairs.

I remained seated, listening to her footsteps on the stairs and then the soft rustle of clothing being removed upstairs.

A few minutes later, she came back down wearing a black bikini that left little to the imagination.

Without saying a word, she walked to the sliding glass door that led out to the pool deck, hips swaying with each step.

I leaned against the door, watching her through the tinted panels.

She set her towel on a lounge chair and then bent over to arrange it.

She did it slowly, her back arched and bikini bottom riding up her hips.

I watched as she adjusted the straps of her bikini top.

My breath fogged the glass in front of my face.

She stood up and stepped to the pool's edge, dipping one toe in the water.

Then she walked around the pool's edge, trailing her foot in the water with each step.

It was almost like she knew I was watching her and was trying to tease me.

I slid my hand down the front of my shorts.

She stretched her arms above her head again, this time turning toward the house.

I froze, wondering if I should hide or if I wanted her to see me watching her. She paused for a second, tilting her head slightly.

Then she smiled, a knowing smile that seemed to say, "I see you."