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

"See you later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.

My parents are going to be away for a little vacation with some friends of theirs.

They didn't want to leave me behind, but I convinced them to do so.

I'm 22 years old; I don't need to be accompanied by them everywhere.

I know I still live with them, but that's just because I'm still in school and I haven't gotten a job yet.

I am planning on moving out though, but I need something exciting to happen in my life first.

I am too bored with my monotonous daily routine.

"Take good care of yourself and don't talk to strangers," my dad said as he gave me a hug too and a kiss on my forehead.

"Don't worry dad, I won't," I replied to him.

"I won't leave myself talk to strangers."

I meant that as a joke, but his face fell immediately.

He looked worried about something.

"Come on, Bob, let's go. We don't want to be late," my mom said to him, but he kept looking at me.

He looked worried.

I could see the lines of worry on his face.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he nodded and turned to get into their car.

My mom got in too, and they drove off.

I stood in the doorway watching their car go down the street.

It was late afternoon, so the sun cast long shadows across our front lawn as I raised my hand to wave one last time before they turned the corner.

My dad kept glancing back through the rear window.

I could see that worried look still on his face even from here.

My mom chattered away in the passenger seat, probably already planning their first stop.

The car turned the corner and disappeared from sight, leaving me truly alone for the first time in weeks. I wrapped my arms around myself suddenly aware of how quiet and empty the house felt behind me.

The silence was broken only by the faint ticking of the hallway clock, each second stretching into an uncertain future.

I walked into the kitchen, my bare feet making soft slapping sounds against the tile floor.

I opened the cabinets, looking for my favorite mug - the blue ceramic one with white flowers that Mom always uses for her morning coffee.

The kettle whistled, and I turned off the stove.

The steam rose in delicate wisps from the spout.

Behind me, I heard Veronica's footsteps.

I tensed, knowing she was watching me as I poured the hot water over the tea bag in my mug.

"Mind making me one too, sweetie?" she asked, her voice honey-sweet as she leaned against the doorframe.

I reached for a second mug, acutely aware of her eyes following my every movement.

I handed her the mug, and as our fingers briefly touched, I realized I had never met her before.