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 trusted their friend Veronica to keep an eye on me while they're away.

I'm not sure why they can't just trust me to take care of myself, but I guess I'm too young in their eyes.

I never really met Veronica before, but my mom has mentioned her name a few times.

Veronica is currently taking a shower, so I'm exploring the house right now.

I have to say; my mom has great taste in friends.

This woman is gorgeous with her striking blue hair in a bun on her head, and her curvaceous body that would make any man drool onto his feet.

Wait… Is Veronica not married?

Why does she not have a wedding ring on?

I guess that answers my question.

Veronica is single and available…

My mind starts to wander off to places it shouldn't go to.

I stop in front of the bathroom door, and I hear the sound of running water coming from inside.

Steam comes out through the gap at the bottom of the door, and I hear humming from inside.

It sounds like Veronica is really enjoying her shower.

I walk up to the door, and my hand hovers over the doorknob.

My heart pounds in my chest as my hand starts to shake.

I test the doorknob by pushing it a bit down.

It’s unlocked!

I push it further, and the door creaks open slightly.

Just enough for me to peek inside.

Steam pours out through the gap, making it hard to see inside.

But I can see Veronica's silhouette behind the translucent shower curtain.

She has her back to me, washing her hair under the running showerhead.

Water runs down her back, making it shine in the light coming through the window. I slip inside and close the door behind me, making sure not to make a sound.

The floorboards near the sink creak if you step on them too hard, so I have to be careful not to step on them.

I crouch behind a hamper filled with towels next to the shower cabinet and hold my breath, hoping Veronica doesn’t hear me entering.

"Who's there?" Veronica's voice cuts through the sound of the water, calm yet commanding.

"It's just me," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper, as I stand up from behind the hamper.

"Well, since you're here, we need to talk about why your parents really asked me to stay with you," she says, turning off the shower and reaching for a towel.

Steam fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror.

Water drips down from her hair onto her bare shoulders and breasts.

She wraps a towel around her body, keeping eye contact with me while I'm standing there like a statue next to the hamper.

I'm frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say.

I feel embarrassed for sneaking in here and getting caught red-handed.

She starts walking slowly toward me, bare feet padding on the wet tile floor.

I take a few steps back, trying not to make any sound, until I hit my back into the bathroom wall between the sink and toilet.

Her eyes stay glued to mine as she keeps walking until she has her hand on the wall right next to my head, leaning into me.

Her other hand reaches up and brushes a strand of hair from my face.