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

I watched as my parents said their goodbyes.

They were leaving for a two-week vacation in Hawaii.

"Remember, Christine, you’re not to leave the house without supervision. And don’t try calling us at all hours of the night. The time difference is several hours fromuperted States."

My mom was lecturing me again.

I already knew all of this.

She and my dad had been rehearsing their goodbye speech since last night.

I just wanted them to leave already.

I was eighteen years old.

I didn’t need them telling me what to do anymore.

Especially not by a twenty-seven-year-old stranger.

"Yes, mom."

I rolled my eyes, but made sure to keep them covered by my hair.

My dad always said that I had pretty eyes, but I thought that they were too average to stop a clock dead in its tracks the way he claimed.

"Christine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lecture you," my mom said.

She had that worried look on her face again.

The same one she had been wearing since she told me about their vacation a week ago.

"It’s okay, mom, I know. I’ll be fine. I’ll follow the rules."

I smiled reassuringly.

My mom gave me a hug before she turned around and got into the car with my dad.

I watched them drive away before I walked back into the house.

I trailed my fingers along the walls and furniture as I walked through each room.

The house was different without my parents here.

It felt bigger, yet somehow more confining.

I stopped in the kitchen and opened the fridge.

The shelves were stocked with pre-made meals that my mom had prepared before she left.

There were labels on each container with instructions on how to reheat them.

A note on the milk carton caught my eye: "Remember your allergies!"

I slammed the fridge shut and rolled my eyes.

I didn’t need her hovering over me from afar, too.

I looked out the window behind the sink and saw Veronica standing by the pool.

She was already changed into a blue bikini that barely covered her ass.

I turned away from the window, knowing this was just the beginning.

I hesitated by the kitchen window, watching Veronica stretch out on a pool chair.

The sun glinted off her blue hair as she adjusted the straps of her bikini.

She knew I was watching.

I could tell by the way she was posing for me.

My fingers drummed against the counter as I debated going outside.

My mom’s voice echoed in my head, reminding me to stay inside and not to go near Veronica.

But Veronica waved at me, beckoning me to come out.

I grabbed a glass of lemonade as an excuse and stepped onto the warm concrete patio.

The smell of chlorine hit my nose as I walked toward her.

She patted the empty chair beside her.

"Come keep me company," she called out.

My bare feet carried me closer despite my reservations.

I sat down, feeling the weight of choices yet to be made.