Share
MidReal Story
Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
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."
Create my version of this story
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 on vacation, and they left me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
I don’t know much about her, but my mom seems to trust her a lot.
As I watch them hug each other goodbye before they leave, I can’t help but notice how striking Veronica’s blue hair is in its high bun.
She’s wearing a tight black tank top and high-waisted jeans, and as she turns to wave to my dad, I catch a glimpse of the tattoo of a snake coiled around her right bicep.
My dad has grey hair, but he’s still tall and strong.
He looks like he could take down anyone who tries to mess with us.
As they drive away, I turn back to look at Veronica, who is watching me with an interested gaze.
"Come on," she says.
"We might as well get comfortable."
She leads me inside and we sit on the couch together.
The living room is decorated with family photos, and there are more photos of my family lining the hallway stairs.
Veronica notices me looking at them and smiles.
"Yep, your parents are proud of you," she says.
"Now, do you want anything to drink?"
I shake my head.
"No, thank you."
"What about something to eat?"
I hesitate.
"I could make us some sandwiches…"
Veronica stops me with a hand on my arm.
"No, it’s okay. I’ll take care of that."
I watch her as she strides into our kitchen, her black heels clicking on the tile.
She opens cabinets and drawers with a confidence that suggests she’s been here before.
When she reaches up to grab the bread on the top shelf, her tank top rides up to reveal more of that snake tattoo.
I step closer to get a better look.
The snake is intricately designed, its scales shimmering in different colors.
"Want to know the story behind it?" she asks, catching my gaze.
I nod, moving to grab plates as she pulls out sandwich ingredients.
She leans against the counter, blocking my path to the refrigerator.
Her hip brushes against mine as I try to squeeze past.
"That snake," Veronica begins, her voice low and steady, "was a gift from your mom when we were younger, a reminder of the summer we spent in Greece."
I blink in surprise, trying to reconcile this new information with what I know of my mother.
"She never told you about our adventures, did she?" Veronica continues, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
I shake my head, watching as she expertly slices tomatoes and adds them to the sandwiches.
She’s so confident in the kitchen, her movements fluid and practiced.
The snake tattoo ripples with each movement of her arm, and I find myself staring again.
Veronica notices my gaze and smirks, setting down the knife.
She rolls up her sleeve to show me the full design of the tattoo.
The snake is more intricate than I realized, its scales glinting with hidden gold ink.
It coils from her wrist to her shoulder, its body curled around her arm.
As she leans in closer, her perfume fills my nose, sweet and intoxicating.
"Your mom and I have more stories than you could imagine," she whispers, her eyes locking with mine.