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

I've never met her before, but my mom says she's cool and will make sure that I don't get into any trouble while they're away.

I can't wait to meet her.

I'm a little curious about why she has blue hair, though.

Maybe it's just the light playing off the photo, but it looks really, really blue.

Like cartoon-blue.

"Christine!"

My mom calls from downstairs.

"Veronica just got here. Say goodbye before you go find her, okay?"

I grab my backpack and head down the stairs.

"Hey sweetie," Mom hugs me.

"Be good, okay? And listen to Veronica. She'll keep you out of trouble."

"Trouble?

Who me?

Ha!Yeah right.

You know I'm a little shit starter, Mom.

Just kidding.

I'll be good.

I promise.

I wave goodbye to my parents from the front porch as they load their final bags into the car.

Dad checks his watch while Mom fusses over last-minute instructions.

Their silver SUV backs out of the driveway and I keep waving until they turn the corner.

Behind me, I hear Veronica's heels click on the wooden deck.

She places her hand on my shoulder, fingers trailing down my arm.

"Finally alone," she whispers, too close to my ear.

I step away from her, but she follows me, guiding me back toward the house.

When I try to create some distance between us, her grip tightens on my arm.

I realize then that Veronica's smile doesn't reach her eyes.

"Let's go inside, shall we?"

She leads me into the living room and releases my arm.

I step away from her, but she follows me, sitting on the couch and pulling me down beside her.

There's plenty of room between us, but she presses close, her thigh touching mine.

Her fingers trace circles on my knee.

"So tell me, Christine. What's a typical day like for you? Do you have a lot of friends? A boyfriend?"

Each time I edge away from her, she slides closer.

"So...?"

She prompts.

I try to ignore the way her perfume makes my head spin.

"I don't really do much of anything. Just school and stuff. And yeah, I have some friends. No boyfriend."

I try to stand up again, but she holds me in place with her hand on my knee.

"Where are you going?" she asks.

"I need to use the bathroom," I say.

She releases my arm and I hurry down the hall.