MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Chad Mergel

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 trusted their friend Veronica to keep an eye on me while they're away.

I'm not sure why they can't just trust me to take care of myself, but I guess it's just the way that they are.

I'm not allowed to be alone in the house until I'm a bit older.

I don't mind so much, but I wish they would trust me more.

Veronica seems nice enough, though.

She's got striking blue hair, which she currently has up in a bun on top of her head.

She looks beautiful, but also kind of scary.

I can't imagine what my mom would see in her as a friend.

"Christine," she says now as she puts the last of her bags down on the floor by the door.

"Yes?"

I ask, turning to look at her.

"Come here for a second," she says, holding out a hand and crooking a finger at me.

I walk over to her slowly, not sure what she wants, but willing to listen.

As soon as I'm close enough, she pulls me into a hug and holds me at arm's length with her hands on my shoulders.

"It's nice to meet you," she says with a smile.

"Same to you."

I shift my weight from one foot to the other, not sure what to do with my hands.

She looks me over for a second, then lets me go.

The foyer is quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from the clock on the wall.

Veronica looks around the room with calculating eyes, taking in the sight of the high ceiling and the staircase that leads up to the bedrooms.

Her suitcase sits forgotten by the door, and the afternoon sun casts long shadows through the windows.

"Would you like me to show you around?"

I ask, gesturing toward the hallway.

Veronica smiles and curls her red lips into a smirk.

"Lead the way, sweetie," she purrs, placing a hand on my lower back.

As we walk, Veronica leans in closer and whispers, "You know, your parents didn't just ask me to watch the house."

I glance at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

She chuckles softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "They wanted me to teach you a few things they never could."

I lead her through the living room, pointing out the entertainment system and my dad's prized record collection.

Her hand stays on my lower back, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin.

It's distracting, and I have trouble focusing on what I'm saying.

When we reach the kitchen, Veronica leans against the counter, blocking my path.

"Your parents mentioned you're quite sheltered," she says, reaching out to twirl a strand of my hair around her finger.

My throat goes dry as I try to respond.

"What exactly did they ask you to teach me?"

I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Veronica's eyes twinkle with a secretive glint.

"Let's just say they want you to be prepared for the real world," she replies, her voice smooth and enigmatic.

I swallow hard, trying to decipher her words.