MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Rubie Maiey

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 on vacation, and they left me in the care of their friend Veronica.

I don't know her that much, but my mom said she would be trustworthy.

I'm still not sure about this whole thing.

Veronica is beautiful and sexy.

I can't stop staring at her.

"Christine, are you alright?"

Veronica asked me with her voice.

I was staring at her body, and I didn't even realize it.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

I said to her then looked away.

We were in the kitchen, and she was making some food for us to eat.

Her hair was in a bun, and it showed off her striking blue hair.

I've never seen anyone with hair like that before.

It made her look seductive.

She wasn't seductive.

She was also petite like me, and she had a great body with curves.

I felt myself staring at her again, but this time, she caught me.

She looked back at me, and I fidgeted with the glass of water in my hand.

I didn't know what to say or do.

I was caught staring at her, and I was embarrassed.

"Christine, are you sure you're alright?" she asked me again.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

I said to her again.

I looked away from her and tried not to stare at her this time.

The kitchen was quiet for a few moments, but then the vegetables in the pan started to sizzle.

Veronica stirred them around in the pan and hummed softly to herself.

I kept looking at her hair every once in a while, but she didn't seem bothered by it.

She continued cooking and stirring the vegetables in the pan.

"Christine, are you sure you're alright? You've been staring at me for a while now," Veronica said to me.

I looked away from her, took a deep breath, and looked back at her again.

"I really like your hair color," I told her quietly.

She smiled at me, and I saw her smile.

She rolled up the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her hands on it, and I saw a tattoo on her forearm.

I walked over to her to look at it.

It was a tattoo of roses and thorns.

The roses were intertwined with each other, and the thorns were poking out from the stems of the roses.

The thorns were long and sharp, and they looked like they were piercing the skin of her arm.

It was a beautiful tattoo, but it also looked painful.

I reached my hand out to touch the tattoo, but then I pulled my hand back when I realized what I was doing.

Veronica looked down at her arm, and she ran her finger along the lines of the tattoo.

Each rose had different petals, and some of them were bigger than others.

Some of the petals were falling off the stem of the flower. "What does it mean?"

I asked her softly.

She looked up at me, and she smiled at me again.

"It's a symbol for my life," she told me quietly.

"Each rose represents a different chapter in my life. Some of them are good chapters, and some are bad. The thorns represent how those chapters have hurt me."

I looked at her arm again, and I followed one of the long thorns with my finger.

It started from one of the big roses near her wrist and then ended up near her elbow.

I stopped following it when I saw that it went through one of the smaller flowers near her elbow.

I looked back up at Veronica, and she was watching me follow the thorn with my finger.

She reached down with her own finger and touched the small flower that I stopped on.

She ran her finger over it slowly, and then she stopped moving her finger when she got to a part where two thorns crossed each other.

Her expression changed when she touched that part of the flower, and then she took her finger off of it quickly.