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

firstperson protagonist, female, young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive

Mateo Windsor

side protagonist, male, Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting

Veronica Carter

protagonist, female, house sitter and friend of Christine's mom, relationship with Christine and her parents, striking blue hair in a bun, seductive and manipulative

I watched as my parents hugged me before they left for their vacation.

"Daddy, you guys be safe, okay?"

I said, looking up at my dad, who was smiling at me.

He had greying hair and was a bit tall for my liking, but I still loved him.

"I will, kiddo. Now go inside; I'm sure Veronica is waiting for you," he said, his brown eyes looking into mine.

My mom wasn't left out.

She had brown hair like me and was petite.

I also looked like her.

I kissed them both and waved at them as they drove away in their black SUV.

I watched until they were no more, then I turned back and went inside the house.

I saw Veronica in the kitchen.

Her hair was blue in a bun and really striking.

I wondered why I hadn't noticed that before.

"Hey, Christine. You must be tired. Why don't you go upstairs and rest?" she said, smiling at me.

I nodded and climbed up, dragging my bag behind me.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next thing I knew, it was night, and the sound of the door opening and someone closing it woke me up.

Veronica was going out?

I slipped out of bed and crept to my bedroom door.

I heard Veronica's footsteps descending the stairs.

I opened my door slowly so it wouldn't creak.

I tiptoed down the hallway in my socks.

The house was dark except for the moonlight that filtered through the windows.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I crouched low and peered through the banister rails.

Veronica's silhouette moved through the living room toward the front door.

She had changed into dark clothes, and she was holding something in her hand—maybe her phone or a small bag.

When she opened the front door, letting in a blast of cool night air, I pressed myself against the wall so she couldn't see me.

"Christine, I know you're there," Veronica called softly, her voice cutting through the silence.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure whether to respond or stay hidden.

"You need to hear this from me before anyone else," she continued, her tone serious and tinged with urgency.

I hesitated at the top of the stairs, gripping the banister tightly as I looked down at Veronica.

Her blue hair seemed to glow in the dim hallway light.

She had changed into a black turtleneck and pants, which made her look more serious than before.

My bare feet made soft sounds on each step as I descended, my heart racing with anticipation.

Veronica watched me approach, her expression unreadable.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, she placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me toward the living room couch.

The cool leather felt smooth against my pajama-clad legs.