MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Bad Omen

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're visiting his sister and their family.

I'm not going with them, but I'm not staying here at the house alone either.

I'm going to stay with our friend Veronica.

She's also watching the house and walking the dog my mom and I got last week.

My mom says that she's a totally responsible person.

My dad trusts her completely, so I'm supposed to do the same.

I watch as they pull out of the garage and then head down the driveway.

I wave at them until they disappear at the end of the street.

Then I go back inside and up to my room to finish packing.

A few minutes later, I hear a car pull into the driveway.

I look out the window and see Veronica get out.

She's definitely a unique looking woman.

Her hair is an almost electric blue in color and she has it up in a bun on top of her head.

I watch as she goes back to the trunk of her car to get out some bags.

She's wearing a black tank top and some short, tight shorts that barely cover her butt.

I lean out the second floor window, watching her as she struggles to pull out multiple bags.

She sets them on the driveway before going back for another.

She's changed her shirt into a white, cropped t-shirt that rides up on her back as she bends over to get another bag from the trunk.

I see a small tattoo on her lower back, but can't quite tell what it is.

"Need help with those?"

I call down.

She startles, dropping the makeup case she had in her hand onto the driveway.

It opens, spilling its contents across the concrete.

Mascara tubes and lipsticks are scattered all over. Veronica looks up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

Her smile grows playful as she gestures for me to come down.

"Perfect timing, sweetie. These bags aren't going to carry themselves."

I nod, feeling the weight of the weekend's possibilities settle in.

I help Veronica gather the makeup that had spilled from her case.

We both kneel on the warm concrete, reaching for the lipsticks and compacts that are scattered across the driveway like a rainbow of debris.

I grab a fallen tube of red lipstick and hold it in my hand for a moment.

The sunlight catches its glossy surface, sending a flash of light to my eyes.

Without thinking, I slip it into my pocket before placing the rest in her case.

Veronica talks about how long the drive was from her place as we collect the rest of her things.

My heart pounds in my chest, but she doesn't seem to notice anything is missing.

I stand up, patting my pocket where the lipstick now rests beneath my denim shorts.

I grip the handles of Veronica's largest suitcases, one in each hand.

They're heavy and my arms tremble as I lift them from the driveway.

Veronica walks ahead of me up the concrete driveway, carrying her lighter bags.

Her hips sway with each step, her short shorts riding up on her thighs.

The lipstick shifts in my pocket with each step, reminding me of what I've stolen.

When we reach the front door, Veronica pauses to fish her keys from her purse.

I stand behind her, arms aching from the weight of her luggage.

The late afternoon sun beats down on us, warming my skin through my thin t-shirt.

Veronica takes her time, deliberately making me wait while she digs through her purse.

Finally, she finds the key and pushes the door open.