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 to me explaining everything.

Mom gave her a hug and turned to me with tears in her eyes.

"I’m going to miss you, baby," she cooed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Take care of yourself and listen to Veronica."

I nodded and smiled, feeling her tears soak through her shoulder pad and spreading warmth through her blouse to my skin.

Dad kissed my forehead and hugged me tight.

"I trust you to be responsible. Listen to Veronica, even when you don’t want to. She’s looking out for you."

"I will."

Veronica smiled brightly at us, her striking blue hair pulled back into a bun.

Her lip gloss caught the light, shining like diamonds on her lips.

She was beautiful in a seductive way.

Mom had always said she was a bit of a manipulator, but that she used her powers for good.

I didn’t know what that really meant, but she always made me nervous.

I watched as my parents drove away, the sound of their tires fading into the distance.

I turned to find Veronica already making herself comfortable on our couch.

She patted the spot next to her, inviting me to sit.

I hesitated but eventually complied, leaving a few feet of space between us.

Veronica rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Your parents said no parties, but they didn’t say anything about just us having a little fun," she said, pouring the deep red liquid into the glasses.

She handed one to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The wine smelled sweet and expensive.

I took the glass, my fingers brushing against hers.

The contact sent a shiver up my spine.

I brought the glass to my lips, feeling the cool rim against my mouth.

Veronica clinked her glass against mine and took a sip.

I did the same, letting the sweet liquid slide down my throat.

It was smooth and warm, filling me with a sense of calm.

Veronica poured more wine into our glasses and leaned back into the couch.

She was close enough that her thigh pressed against mine, sending a warmth through my body.

She put her hand on my knee, her fingers gently tracing circles on my skin.

"I’m glad you’re here," she said, smiling at me.

"You know your parents are too protective. They should have left you alone instead of asking me to watch you."

I shrugged, unsure of what to say.

I had always felt like I was missing out on something by being sheltered so much.

Veronica seemed to sense my thoughts and leaned in closer. "You’re a smart girl. You don’t need them watching your every move."

She topped off our glasses again and took another sip.

The wine was making everything feel soft and hazy around the edges.

Veronica’s tank top strap slipped off one shoulder, but she didn’t fix it.

Her eyes were locked on mine, filled with a hunger that made me feel nervous.

"You’ve grown up so much," she whispered, her voice low and husky in my ear.

My heart raced as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my neck.

Without thinking, I reached out and put my hand on her thigh.

She let out a small moan and closed her eyes as I stroked her smooth skin.