MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Godina

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 before getting into the car and driving away.

They had left me in the care of their friend Veronica, a thing I was not pleased about.

I didn't know her personally, but my mom had said good things about her.

Veronica had striking blue hair that was put up into a bun on top of her head.

She wasn't as petite as I was, but she made up for it with her curves.

I turned back to look at her house, it was bigger than my parents' and I couldn't wait to go inside and look around.

"Come on," she said, her voice low and husky, a hint of seduction in them.

I turned back to look at her, feeling my cheeks flush at the sound of her voice.

It was the way she said things, always making it sound so important and sexy.

I followed her into the house, watching as she locked the door behind us.

We walked down a hallway with pictures on the wall.

I stopped to look at one of her and my mom when they were younger.

I trailed my fingers along the wall, looking at each picture as I went.

Veronica was behind me, watching as I looked at them.

The hallway felt narrower with her in it.

I could smell her perfume, a sweet scent that filled the space between us.

I stopped on one of them at the beach.

My mom and Veronica were in matching sundresses, their arms linked as they laughed.

They were close, too close, and it made me uncomfortable.

Veronica's hand brushed my shoulder as she pointed to another picture, her chest pressed against my back.

I jumped away from her touch, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

I turned to look at her, my voice shaking slightly.

"I'm going to go sit down," I said, retreating to the living room.

I sat on the couch, trying to calm my racing heart.

Veronica followed me, sitting too close on the couch.

Her thigh brushed mine as she scrolled through her phone.

"Look at these," she said, showing me more pictures of her and my mom when they were in college.

They were at parties, their faces inches apart as they laughed and danced.

My stomach tightened as I looked at them.

Veronica's hand landed on my knee, her fingers tracing circles on my skin.

She leaned closer to me, her blue hair tickling my shoulder as she whispered in my ear.

"You look so much like your mother was at that age," she said, her voice low and husky.

I pulled away slightly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you and my mom ever... date?"

Veronica chuckled softly, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing glint.