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 on vacation, and they left me in Veronica's care.

I don't know her that much, but my mom said she was her friend.

Veronica is hot.

I know that word isn't really something a daughter should ever say about the woman her parents trust to take care of her, but I'm being honest.

She has the most striking blue hair I've ever seen, which cascades down her back like a mane in a bun.

Her lips are cherry red, and she's curvy in all the right places.

I can't help noticing how much shorter she is than my mom.

Veronica has these tiny tattoos on her wrists, and when she came to meet me, she was wearing a tight white shirt and a flowing skirt with flowers.

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room while she unpacks her stuff in the guest room.

When she comes out, she plops down beside me, closer than necessary.

Her wrist catches my attention again, and I stare at those delicate black lines.

"What do your tattoos mean?"

I ask, leaning forward to get a better look.

She extends her arm toward me, turning it slowly to show the design.

Our knees touch as she shifts.

"Want to touch it?" she asks, her voice dropping lower than before.

My fingers hover above her skin, and I can feel her gaze on me like a weight.

The air in the room feels thick, heavy with tension.

I pull back, unsure of what this summer might become.

My fingertips make contact with her skin, tracing the intricate lines of the tattoo.

The design shows a serpent wrapped around a rose, its body curled and twisted to fit on her arm.

The black ink stands out starkly against her pale skin.

Veronica holds perfectly still as I explore each curve, but I notice her breathing has quickened.

When my fingers reach the serpent's head near her inner wrist, she catches my hand with her free one.

Her grip is gentle but firm, and her thumb traces small circles on my palm.