MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Aiden Lee

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 on vacation, and they have left me in the care of their friend Veronica.

I don’t know her that much, but my mom seems to trust her, so I’m trying to do the same.

Veronica is striking.

Her hair is in a bun of tight blue braids, and her large breasts push against the confines of her tight black dress.

She’s sitting on the couch watching television.

I’m baby-sitting the babysitter.

I’m bored.

I want my parents back.

"Hey!"

Veronica says to me, turning down the television so we can talk.

"Yes?"

I answer her.

"Do you want anything to eat? I was thinking about ordering some sandwiches."

"Sure," I answer her, and she picks up her phone to order online.

After she places her order, she turns back to me.

"So, Christine, what do you like to do for fun?"

I’m not sure why she’s asking me that.

We’ve talked about this before, and she knows the answer.

Before I can answer, though, I hear the door lock click as my parents must be returning from their errand.

But that can’t be!

They had said they wouldn’t be back for a week!

Then I hear a key slide into the lock, and I realize it must be them.

I shift closer to Veronica on the couch, feeling the warmth of her body and the faint scent of her perfume.

My fingers brush against her bare arm, and she turns to me with that knowing smile.

The television drones in the background as my hand lingers on her skin.

My heart pounds in my chest, and I lean in closer to her.

Then I hear the sound of a key sliding into the front door lock, and I jerk away from her.

I scramble to put some distance between us, nearly falling off the couch in my haste.

Veronica chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Relax, Christine, it's just the neighbor checking in on the plants," she says, her voice soothing.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, feeling both relieved and embarrassed.

The neighbor's visit is brief, and I can't stop thinking about my parents' room upstairs.

I wonder what Veronica and I would do if we were alone in there.

During a commercial break, I notice Veronica texting on her phone.

She looks up at me and quickly hides the screen.

I catch a glimpse of my mom's name on the screen before she covers it.

I shift on the couch, pretending to stretch, but really I'm studying the staircase that leads to my parents' bedroom.

The door is slightly ajar, and I can't help but stare at it.

Veronica catches me looking and raises an eyebrow.

"Your parents always keep their door locked when they're home?" she asks, her voice low and curious.

I clear my throat, trying to play it cool.

"Yeah. They like their privacy."

Veronica sets her phone down, her eyes lighting up with interest.

"Interesting," she murmurs, leaning back with a contemplative expression.

"Did they ever tell you why?" she asks, her tone casual but probing.

I hesitate, feeling the weight of her gaze.