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

"Will you be a good girl for Veronica while we're away?"

Mom asks.

I nod and smile, feeling excited that I will get to stay with Veronica.

I have a crush on her.

I have a crush on everyone.

I like everyone and I like to make people happy.

Veronica strokes my hair in a soothing motion that makes me feel calm and relaxed on the inside.

My eyes start to droop, and I fight to keep them open.

"I'll see you guys when you get back?" I say, and Mom nods.

"Of course, honey. Now give your mom a kiss and get to bed," Dad says.

I give Mom a kiss and then look at Dad.

He bends down so I can give him a kiss on the cheek, and I feel his warm hand on my back as he guides me toward Veronica.

"Night, Mateo," Mom says, and Dad looks at her with a small smile before he follows her out the front door.

"Let's get you off to bed," Veronica says, and she locks the front door and then turns to look at me.

Her blue hair sticks up in a bun on top of her head, and she has on a tight vest that shows off her large breasts.

I follow behind her up the carpeted stairs, my feet dragging on the floor.

Veronica leads me down a dark hallway, and I watch as she reaches her hand out to the side and flips on the light switch.

She knows the house well, having watched me here several times over the years.

She pulls back my purple comforter while I change into my pajamas behind the door of my closet.

I climb into bed, and the mattress dips beside me as Veronica sits down on it.

Her fingers return to my hair, gentle strokes that make my scalp tingle.

My eyes grow heavier with each pass of her hand through my hair.

"Do you ever wonder why your parents leave so often?" Veronica asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I blink up at her, surprised by the question, and shake my head.

"They have secrets, you know," she continues, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip.

I stare at her, confused by her words.

She continues stroking my hair, but now her fingers tremble against my scalp.

The bedroom seems smaller than it did before, the air warmer and heavier.

Veronica leans closer to me, her blue hair falling forward and tickling my face.

"Why do you think they leave you with me?"

Veronica asks.

Her voice is low and husky, and she speaks in a way that makes me feel like she's sharing a secret with me.

"Because I'm a good girl," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Veronica smiles, and her eyes glaze over as if she's seeing something else.

She leans even closer to me, her breath hot against my face.

"You are a good girl. You're just like your father."

I frown up at her, confused by her words.

She must have made a mistake.

My father's name is David, not Christine.

Veronica's smile widens, and she whispers, "That's what they want you to believe."