MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Alan Arturo Gonzalez

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

I watched as my parents said their goodbyes before getting into their taxi.

They were off to a two-week vacation in Hawaii, and they had asked their friend Veronica to house sit and to keep an eye on me while they were away.

I didn’t really know Veronica very well, but my mom seemed to know her pretty good, and besides, I was 19 years old, so I didn’t really need anyone keeping an eye on me.

I waved the taxi off before turning back to the house, only to realize that Veronica wasn’t with me.

Looking around, I spotted her standing on the porch with her back against one of the columns, a cigarette between her fingers.

I frowned, wondering when I’d last seen her.

It had been a while since I’d gone into the house to get some luggage, and when I came out, she was there.

Had she been with me the whole time?

"Um, Ms. Carter?"

I called her, using her last name since I wasn’t really sure what her relationship was with my mom.

She turned fully to look at me, and I couldn’t help but notice how striking she looked with her blue hair in a bun on top of her head.

Her full red lips curved into a smirk as she blew out the smoke from her cigarette.

"Christine, darling," she called me in that sexy tone of hers.

I walked up the porch steps, keeping my distance from her and the smoke.

She took another drag of her cigarette, studying me with half-lidded eyes.

"You know, it’s been a while since I last saw you. I think it was at your parents’ Christmas party six months ago. You were wearing that adorable red sweater dress."

I shifted uncomfortably, not remembering her being there.

She took another drag of her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and putting it out with her heel.

She stepped closer to me, and I could smell her perfume mixed with the cigarette smoke.

Her fingers brushed my arm as she said, "You’ve certainly grown up a lot since then."

I backed away from her, mumbling something about needing to unpack her bags for her.

She caught my wrist in a firm but gentle grip.

"No hurry, sweetie. We have plenty of time for that. Why don’t we catch up first?"

I pulled my wrist free and stepped back, realizing that this was going to be a very different two weeks than I had imagined.

"Um, sure. But first, I really should get settled in my room. It’s been a long day."

I started backing away from her.

"Of course, Christine. You go get settled, and I’ll go ahead and unpack the suitcases."

I turned and walked into the house, hurrying up the stairs to my room.

I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before moving away to look out of my window.

Veronica was back on the porch with her cigarette.

I watched her smoke it, wondering how she could be smoking another one so soon.

Her blue hair seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight, and I could see the outline of her full breasts under her tank top.

She was attractive; there was no doubt about that.

But something about her made me feel uncomfortable.

After fifteen minutes of hiding in my room, I heard Veronica wheeling her suitcase up the stairs and into the guest room across the hall from me.

The sound of drawers opening and closing echoed through the walls as she put things away. My phone buzzed on my nightstand, and I reached over to grab it, hoping it was a text from my mom about how to use the coffee maker.

Instead, it was a text from her saying that she hoped Veronica arrived safely and asking me if everything was okay.

I typed out a response, but before I could hit send, Veronica called from downstairs.

"Christine? Are you done getting settled? Come join me in the living room!"

I hesitated for a few moments before making my way downstairs to join her.

She was sitting on one of the couches in front of a half-full glass of wine when I entered the room.

The air felt thick with unspoken tension as I sat down across from her, wondering just how much of my life would change in the next two weeks.