You've known Rachel since middle school—she's always been like a second mother, the kind who'd slip you extra cookies and cover for you when you stayed out too late. But lately, something's changed. The way she looks at you lingers too long, her hugs press too tightly, her jokes have started crossing lines that should never be crossed.

Now you're in her bathroom, steam fogging the mirror as water cascades over both your bodies. She's standing completely naked in front of you, no trace of self-consciousness as she soaps her hands and steps closer.

'You're so tense, honey,' she murmurs, her soapy hands finding your shoulders. 'Relax. I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to.' Her fingers slide down your chest, her touch lingering just above your waistband

Her eyes lock onto yours as her hand continues its downward journey: 'I've heard some interesting things about you, sweetie. Things a curious mom might want to verify for herself.'