MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Elias Gembe

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 watch as my parents hug me tightly before they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport.

My mom pulls back with a smile and brushes my bangs out of my face.

"We’ll be back in a week. If anything happens, you call us," she tells me, her eyes soft with love.

My mom is ... well, I’m not really sure how to describe her.

She’s beautiful, petite like me, with curly brown hair, but her eyes are what really catch your attention.

They’re a warm golden brown that seem to see right through you.

"Have Veronica drop you off at school every morning," my dad says, pulling me into a side hug.

"I will," I promise.

My dad is a bit taller than my mom, with greying hair that is perfectly slicked back from his face.

He pulls back and smiles at me.

"We trust you to behave yourself and listen to Veronica. She’ll be taking care of the house while we’re away and looking after you."

"Of course, Dad," I tell him.

My dad nods and then waves as the taxi drives away.

I watch it disappear around the corner and then turn back to the house to find Veronica watching me from the front door.

I retreat into the living room, and she follows.

She sprawls across the couch, her tank top riding up to expose her stomach.

I take a seat in the armchair across from her.

"Are you dating anyone?" she asks, eyeing me with a mischievous grin.

"No," I say, gripping the armrests tightly.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?"

I shake my head, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

"Have you ever touched anyone?"

I fidget uncomfortably in my seat.

"I don’t really want to talk about this," I say.

Veronica chuckles and slides closer to me.

"Oh, honey. We’re going to have some real fun while your parents are away."

She reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me closer.

I jump up and pull my hand free.

"I need a glass of water," I say, retreating to the kitchen.

Veronica follows.

I try to slip around her, but she’s too fast.

She corners me against the counter, placing her hands on either side of me.

Her perfume is so strong that it makes my head spin.

She leans closer and I can feel her warm breath on my face.

My heart is racing as I stare at her.

She reaches up and tangles her fingers in my hair.

"You’re such a sweet girl," she says softly, running her fingers through my hair.

I duck under her arm and make a run for the door.

"Wait," she calls after me, but I don’t stop.

I run up the stairs and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me.

I lean against it and try to catch my breath.