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

"See you later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.

My parents are going to be away for two weeks on a vacation in Hawaii.

My dad waved at me and they got into their car, driving off into the distance.

I watched them go until they were no longer in sight.

Then I turned back to the house and went inside.

Veronica was already in the living room with a book in her hand.

She has this striking blue hair in a bun.

I never saw her actual hair, but my mom said she was trusted.

My mom has known her for a long time, and she's the only person they trusted enough to keep an eye on the house while they're away.

"Hey Christine," she said with a sweet smile when she saw me.

"Hey."

I smiled back and sat down on the couch opposite her.

"Are you bored?" she asked me.

"Not really," I replied honestly.

I was curious about her, though.

I wanted to know more about her, but I didn't know what to ask.

She flipped a page in her book.

I sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

The silence was quiet for a few minutes.

Then she looked up from her book and smiled at me.

It was one of those smiles that told me she knew something I didn't.

I just didn't know what.

She went back to her book, flipping the pages occasionally and glancing over at me every now and then.

The silence between us grew thicker and thicker until she finally closed the book and set it aside.

She leaned forward and started tracing patterns on the couch cushion with her finger.

I watched her quietly, wondering what she wanted to say or do.

"Are you dating?" she asked suddenly, turning to look at me with that knowing smile again.

"No," I replied.

"Why not? You're a pretty girl."

She said it so casually that I wasn't sure how to respond.

"I just haven't found anyone yet."

I shrugged, hoping that would be enough to end the conversation.

"How old are you?"

I hesitated before answering her question.

"I'm eighteen."

"Eighteen? And you've never even dated?"

Her eyes were wide with surprise. "No," I admitted, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment.

"Well," she said, sliding closer to me on the couch, "do you have any idea how much you're missing out on? There's so much fun to be had in the world."

I shifted away from her slightly, unsure of what she was doing.

Her hand found my knee and rested there for a moment before moving up my thigh.

I jumped up from the couch quickly and stood there awkwardly as I tried to think of an excuse to get out of the room.

"I'm going to go do some homework," I said finally, turning and hurrying upstairs to my bedroom.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.

What just happened?

I wondered.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then a soft knock on my door.

"Come in," I said, not wanting to be rude.

The door pushed open slowly and Veronica stood there in the doorway with her eyes fixed on me.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, leaning against it.

I backed away from her, but she followed me until I was trapped against my desk.

"Don't be shy," she whispered, reaching out for my hand.

"I can teach you things your parents never would."

Her fingers traced up my arm as she spoke.

I tried to step around her, but she moved in front of me, blocking my path.

I took a deep breath, my mind racing for a way out, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening downstairs.