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 her.

Why did my mom choose her to take care of me?

Is she young?

Old?

What does she look like?

I've got a million questions, but I know I'll get the answers soon enough.

My parents are leaving in less than an hour.

Veronica is currently downstairs putting away the food they are going to leave behind for us.

I'm glad they're doing this.

I sit at the top of the stairs, listening to her moving around in the kitchen.

The clinking of dishes and rustling of grocery bags is muffled, but I can tell she's moving around a lot.

I can even smell her perfume.

It smells nice.

I scoot down two steps so I can see into the kitchen better.

The third step creaks a lot, so I skip it.

I crouch down low and grip the banister with my hands, leaning forward so I can see through the slats.

I catch glimpses of her moving around—her blue hair, her hip as she reaches into a cabinet.

My foot shifts on the stair and it groans beneath me.

"Hey, you up there," Veronica calls out, her voice warm with a hint of amusement.

I freeze, caught in the act, but she just laughs softly and says, "You know, your mom didn't tell me you were part ninja."

I grin sheepishly and reply, "Well, she didn't tell me you'd have blue hair either."

I hear her moving around again.

She opens a cabinet and pulls something out, then she turns to face me.

She's holding up a bottle of something.

"Hey, you want to come down here? I'm making myself a drink."

I nod eagerly and take the remaining steps two at a time.

Veronica is arranging colorful bottles on the counter when I come into the kitchen.

The bottles are filled with liquid and have strange names printed on them—exotic drinks and mixers that I've never seen before.

I hover near the island in the center of the kitchen, watching as Veronica measures and pours liquids into a tall glass with a practiced ease.

The final ingredient she adds is from a clear bottle with an umbrella in it.

She shakes the mixture together quickly, then slides the finished drink toward me.

I eye it warily, unsure what to make of it.

The liquid is blue-tinted, but there are chunks of ice floating in it, so it's cold at least. "Your parents mentioned you're in college now," Veronica says as she grabs another glass and begins mixing together another concoction.

"Ever had a proper cocktail?"

I shake my head, even though I've had beer at parties before.

It's not like I'm going to tell her that, though.

She glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well, then. You're old enough now. Go on," she encourages, leaning forward so that her elbows rest on the counter and her chest presses against it.