MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Mohammad amin Alipuryan

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're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.

I've never met her before, but my mom says she's very nice.

I'm not so sure about that, but I trust my mom's judgment.

Veronica arrives just as my parents are packing up their car.

"Hi Christine, it's nice to meet you," she says with a smile.

She has striking blue hair, which is pulled back into a bun.

"Nice to meet you," I reply, feeling a little shy.

My mom gives me a hug and says, "We'll be back in a few days, sweetie. Be good."

My dad waves goodbye as they drive away.

Veronica turns to me, "Would you like some coffee?"

I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but I don't want to be rude either.

"Um—okay," I reply, feeling a little naive.

She leads me inside and we sit at the kitchen table.

She gets us each a cup of coffee and adds cream and sugar to mine.

Then she looks at me with a sly grin, "So Christine, what do you like to do for fun?"

I'm not sure what to say, but I don't want to be rude.

"I—I like to read," I reply softly.

She smiles seductively, "That's very interesting. I also like to read, but I enjoy other things as well."

I fidget with my coffee cup, watching the cream swirl.

I don't know what to say to her.

She stares at me for a long moment, then asks, "What do you like to read?"

I'm grateful for the change of topic.

"I like books. I like to read a lot of different things," I say, trying to sound casual.

"What about romance novels? Have you ever read any of those?"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"Um, yeah. I've read some."

Her eyes narrow slightly, "What do you think of them?"

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to stall for time.

She leans forward and slides her chair closer to mine.

Her knee touches mine under the table.

I can feel the warmth of her leg against mine.

It's making me feel uncomfortable.

"Maybe we can talk about them later," I say quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from this topic.

Veronica smiles slyly again, "I'd like that."

She leans back in her chair and looks at me thoughtfully for a moment, "You know, Christine, you're very pretty. You have a nice body."

I'm taken aback by her words.

"I—I mean—thank you," I stutter.

Veronica laughs softly, "You're very shy, aren't you?"

I nod my head slightly, feeling even more uncomfortable now. She reaches out and touches my arm gently, "Don't be nervous. I just want to get to know you better."

I pull my arm away from her touch.

"I—I think I should go now," I say quickly.

Veronica's smile fades a bit.

"Okay dear. If you need anything, just let me know."

I stand up, my heart pounding, and retreat to the safety of my room.