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

My parents are going out of town for a few days.

They trusted their friend Veronica to keep an eye on me while they're away.

I'm not sure why they can't just trust me to take care of myself, but I guess I'm too young in their eyes.

I never really met Veronica before, but my mom has mentioned her name a few times.

Veronica is currently taking a shower, so I'm exploring the house right now.

I walk up the grand staircase and down a long hallway.

I pass three bedrooms and head straight for the last bedroom on the farthest side.

I open the door and peek inside.

The room is dark, but there's enough light coming in through the window to see what's around me.

I can see two doors on the far side and a huge bed in the middle of the room.

I step inside and shut the door behind me.

I tiptoe across the plush carpet, heading straight for the king-sized bed.

The duvet is smooth and white, and I can't help but feel drawn to it.

After a restless night of sleep, I'm craving something soft and comfortable.

I run my fingers along the smooth fabric, feeling the texture of the sheets beneath.

They smell fresh and clean, like lavender, so Veronica must have changed them earlier today.

I can still hear the shower running down the hall, but I'm not sure how much longer she'll be in there.

I carefully lower myself onto the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb the perfectly-made surface.

My weight barely makes a dent in the mattress, but I press my palms into it anyway to test its give.

Then I lift myself slightly to bounce once, twice.

The shower turns off, and I freeze mid-bounce.

Water drips in the distance, echoing through the empty hallway.

I can hear Veronica moving around in the bathroom, but she's not coming out yet.

This is her room for the next few days, so I shouldn't be in here.

I should leave, but the mattress feels so good beneath my fingertips.

I've been tossing and turning on my lumpy bed all night, and I'm not ready to get up just yet.

The bathroom door creaks open, and footsteps pad down the hallway.

They're getting closer and closer, but I'm frozen in place on the edge of the bed.

I should jump up and hide behind the door, but I don't want to make a sound.

Veronica's voice calls out softly, "I know you're in there, you know."

I swallow hard and manage to say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

She steps into the room with a knowing smile, "It's okay, I wanted to talk to you about something important anyway."