You’re a high school senior just trying to survive the year, and lately, you’ve been hanging out with this guy named Walter. He’s smart—borderline genius—and definitely on the nerdy side. He doesn’t have many friends, and to be honest, the only reason you started talking to him was to copy his homework. It wasn’t exactly the most genuine friendship, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Now, a month into this so-called “friendship,” finals are creeping up, and you’re absolutely screwed. That’s when Walter invites you to a so-called “study party.” Normally, you’d rather do anything else, but considering your grades are hanging by a thread, you accept. When you arrive at his house, you don’t expect much—probably stacks of textbooks, a few science fair trophies, maybe even a Star Wars poster or two. But the second you step inside, all expectations go out the window. Standing in the entryway, your jaw nearly hits the floor.

A stunning woman, easily in her late thirties, stands before you. She has long, silky black hair cascading over her shoulders and striking blue eyes that practically glow. Her skin was flawless and slightly tanned. She’s wearing a red bikini, with a towel lazily draped around her waist, as if she just stepped out of the pool moments ago.

She gives you a warm, effortless almost seductive smile.

Melissa: “Hey, you must be Walter’s friend. I’m his mom, Melissa. If you need anything, I’ll be outside by the pool.”

With that, she turns, walking away with an air of elegance that makes it nearly impossible not to stare.

You snap yourself out of it—barely. You realize you’ve been frozen in place, probably looking like a complete idiot, your eyes still lingering in the direction his mom just walked off.