MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Carl Glen Ellingworth

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 before they get in the car and drive away.

I know they trust their friend Veronica to take care of me, but I'm not so sure about her.

I’ve met her a few times, but I don't know much about her.

My mom has been friends with her for years, but I've only seen her once or twice.

My dad waves at me as they drive away and I watch until they're nothing but a speck on the horizon.

I turn and wave back, even though they can't see me.

They're going to be on vacation for two weeks and they left me in Veronica's care.

I know they wouldn't do that if they didn't think it was safe for me, but I'm still a little worried.

"Are you ready to go inside now?" she asks me with a smile.

I nod my head and follow her up to the front door of my house.

She opens it and walks inside, looking around at everything in appreciation.

"Your parents have a very beautiful home," she says with a sigh.

I trail behind her as she moves through the living room, her fingers trailing along the leather couch.

She stops in front of the mantle and picks up the family photos that are there.

She studies each one carefully, smiling at some of them and looking serious at others.

When she gets to my senior portrait, she holds it a little longer than the others.

A small smile plays on her lips as she looks at me.

I stand awkwardly in the doorway, unsure if I should offer her a tour of the house or let her look around on her own.

After a minute, she sets my photo back down and walks over to the bay window.

She pulls back the curtains and lets the sunlight spill into the room.

It highlights her body through her thin clothes and I can see that she has a nice figure.

She turns to face me with a smile on her lips. "Your mom told me you're quite the photographer," she says.

"Why don't you show me your camera?"

I nod my head and turn to go get it for her.

She follows behind me as I walk up to my room and grab it from my desk drawer.

I hand it to her and she looks at it with interest.

"You take very good pictures," she says with a smile.

"I'm glad you think so."

I say with a laugh.

I take the camera back from her and put it away in my drawer again.

We stand there awkwardly for a few minutes, unsure of what to do next.

Finally, she turns and walks out of my room, heading downstairs to the living room again.

I follow behind her, watching as she moves around the room.

She opens all of the cabinets and drawers, looking at everything inside.

She walks over to the fridge and opens it, peering inside.

I stand in the doorway, watching her as she moves around.

She pulls out some vegetables and a chicken breast from the fridge and sets them on the counter.

She opens one of the cabinets and pulls out a cutting board.

She grabs a knife from the drawer and begins to chop up the vegetables.

I walk over to stand next to her at the counter.

"Can I help?"

I ask her.

She smiles at me and hands me a knife.

"You can chop up these carrots for me."

I take the knife from her and begin to chop up the carrots.

She stands behind me, guiding my hands on the knife.

Her breath is warm against my neck as she shows me how to hold it properly. Her chest presses against my back as she leans in closer to me.

The kitchen seems smaller now that she's standing so close to me.

I can feel her body heat radiating off of her and it makes my skin tingle.

When I'm finished chopping, she takes the vegetables from me and slides them into a bowl on the counter.

Her fingers slide across my palm as she takes them from me and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

I step away from her and go over to wash my hands in the sink.

As I turn off the faucet, I catch her watching me with an intensity that makes my heart race.