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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."
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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 met her a few times.
She's really nice and beautiful.
Her hair is an awesome shade of blue and she has a killer body.
"Will you be okay, sweetie?" my mom asks as she gives me one last hug before they leave.
"Yes, mom."
I hug her back and give my dad a hug as well.
"I'm going to miss you," my dad says as he kisses the top of my head.
"I'm going to miss you too."
I watch as they get into their car and drive away.
They're headed to the airport.
They're going to Vegas for a few days.
They've been planning this trip for a few weeks now.
Veronica waves at me from the porch.
She's been here since this morning.
Dad dropped me off on his way home from work.
I turn back to the house and head back inside the house.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
I ask Veronica as I enter the kitchen.
"No, I'm good."
I head into the living room.
I can feel Veronica's eyes on me as I move.
The large TV screen takes up most of one wall, facing our sectional sofa.
Veronica follows behind me, her fingers brushing against the furniture as she walks.
I grab the remote and settle down in the corner of the sofa.
Veronica chooses to sit next to me, her thigh pressing against mine.
She's sitting so close that I can feel the heat from her body radiating onto me.
It makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
Veronica takes the remote from my hand.
Her fingers linger on my palm longer than necessary before she pulls back.
"Let me pick something good," she says as she scrolls through Netflix.
She inches closer to me while she browses through our options.
I can smell her perfume now, filling my nostrils with a sweet floral scent.
I slide away from her, creating a small gap between us.
"How about we watch some comedies?" my voice is higher than usual.
"I can make popcorn."
I don't wait for her response before I get up and head into the kitchen.
I grab a bag of popcorn from the pantry and put it in the microwave.
The machine hums as it heats up the kernels.
I watch through the window as the bag expands.
I'm grateful for the excuse to be alone for a moment.
The popping slows and then stops.
I remove the bag from the microwave and pour the hot kernels into a large blue bowl.
When I return to the living room, Veronica has moved to the center of the couch, leaving me no choice but to sit close to her again.
She's selected a romantic comedy. The movie starts and Veronica reaches for the bowl of popcorn at the same time as me.
I settle back onto the couch, keeping my distance from her.
She's sitting in the center of the sectional, which means I have to sit close to her if I want to see the TV.
The movie plays, showing a meet-cute scene between the two main characters.
They bump into each other on the street, causing them to drop their bags.
The camera pans down to show all of their items scattered over the sidewalk.
The man bends down to help her pick up her things and they lock eyes for a moment before he looks away.
Veronica sighs beside me.
"Look at that chemistry," she says as she reaches into the bowl of popcorn.
Her hand brushes against mine again, sending a shock of electricity through my body.
I pull my hand away quickly and focus my attention on the screen.
The man trips and falls into a fountain, soaking his clothes.
I let out a genuine laugh as the water splashes everywhere.
"At least he didn't ruin his phone," I say, trying to break the tension.
Veronica chuckles and shifts on the couch, bumping her knee against mine again.
I grab a handful of popcorn and pull back, careful not to touch her hand this time.
We watch the movie in silence for a while.
The male lead emerges from the fountain, his white shirt now transparent and clinging to his chest.
"God, he's gorgeous," Veronica says in a low voice.
I shift uncomfortably on the couch.
The scene cuts to the female lead, who is now drying off at her apartment.
The male lead is there with her, drying off in the bathroom.
The camera pans over his bare chest and then cuts to a shot of the female's bra and underwear as she pulls them off.
My throat feels dry.
I remember seeing wine bottles in the fridge earlier.
My parents occasionally have a glass with dinner.
"Is there any wine in the fridge?"
I ask, surprised by my own boldness.
Veronica's eyes light up at my question.
She leans closer to me, her breath warm against my ear.
"Want to have some fun?" she whispers.
My heart races as she stands up from the couch, extending her hand out to me.
I hesitate before taking her hand.
My fingers tremble slightly as they meet hers.
Veronica's grip is warm and firm as she pulls me up from the couch.
The romantic movie still plays in the background, but we both ignore it as we tiptoe to the kitchen like we're breaking rules.
We're alone in the house, but somehow it feels like we're doing something wrong.
The hardwood floor creaks under our feet as we move through the dark hallway.
Veronica releases my hand to pull open the refrigerator door.
The light inside casts a glow over her face as she reaches for a bottle of rosé my parents must have left behind.
She closes the door and then reaches for two wine glasses from the cabinet above the counter.
Her tank top rides up as she stretches, revealing a sliver of smooth skin at her hip. When she turns back to me, her smile seems different.
It's no longer playful and teasing, but rather predatory.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Veronica pours the wine, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Only if you're ready to find out what happens next," she replies, handing me a glass.
I take a small sip, the sweet taste lingering on my tongue.
The kitchen feels smaller than before, the air warmer.
Veronica sets her glass down and steps closer, closing the space between us.
My back presses against the cool granite countertop.
Her fingers trace along my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
The house is silent except for our breathing and the hum of the refrigerator.
When she leans in, her blue hair falls forward, tickling my cheek.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I breathe in her perfume.
The wine makes my head swim slightly.
I grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the wine glass trembling in my other.
Rosé sloshes close to the rim, threatening to spill over.
Veronica's face hovers near mine, her eyes locked on mine.
The fluorescent light overhead casts harsh shadows across her face, making it impossible to read her expression.
Her fingers continue their journey up my arm to my shoulder.
She leans in closer, her breath warm against my neck.
I press harder against the counter, trying to create distance between us.
The hum of the refrigerator grows louder in the silence.
My chest rises and falls quickly as I struggle to control my breathing.
Veronica's hand slides from my shoulder to my neck.
Her touch sends shivers down my spine.
I grip my wine glass tighter, the stem trembling in my hand.
The rosé sloshes close to the edge, threatening to spill over.
The kitchen counter digs into my lower back.
Veronica's fingers trace patterns on my neck.
The touch sends waves of warmth through me, making it hard to think straight.
The wine is working its way through my system, loosening my inhibitions.
I glance toward the living room where the TV still flickers.
The movie has ended and now plays a different channel, but I can't make out what's on.
The light from the screen casts dancing shadows on the walls.
Veronica's hand tightens around mine, pulling me from my thoughts.
I turn back to her and find her smiling up at me.
Her eyes are dark and hungry, filled with a desire I don't understand.
The alcohol makes my head swim, and I grip my wine glass tighter.
Her fingers continue tracing patterns on my neck, sending waves of warmth through me.
The kitchen counter digs into my lower back, and the space feels too confining.
My bedroom would be more comfortable, more private.
The thought slips out before I can stop it.
"Maybe we should go upstairs... to my room?"
I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.
Veronica's eyes darken at my suggestion, her smile growing wider.
She takes my wine glass from my hand and sets it on the counter with a soft clink.
"Are you sure you're ready for that?" she asks, her voice low and teasing.
I nod, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach.
"Then lead the way," she says, her fingers lacing with mine as she pulls me gently toward the stairs.
I grip the banister, my hand still clasped with Veronica's as we climb the steps.
The wooden treads creak under our feet, the sound echoing through the silent house.
My legs feel unsteady from the wine, and I'm grateful for the railing's support.
Veronica walks behind me, her free hand resting on my waist to steady my wobbly ascent.
I stumble slightly on the second-to-last step, but she catches me against her chest, her arms wrapping around me to keep me upright.
Her breath tickles my ear as she chuckles softly.
We reach the landing at the top of the stairs, and I pause in front of my closed bedroom door.
"Are you nervous?" Veronica asks, her voice a soft whisper in the dim hallway.
"A little," I admit, my hand hovering over the doorknob, unsure if I'm ready to turn it.
"Don't worry," she reassures me, her tone both comforting and mischievous, "I'll take care of everything."
I push the door open, and a sliver of light from the hallway cuts into my bedroom.
The room is bathed in shadows, but the moonlight streaming through my curtains illuminates familiar features.
My bed, covered with stuffed animals, sits against one wall, and band posters line the opposite one.
The space that once felt like my sanctuary now seems childish, a relic of my past.
Veronica's hand still grips mine as we step inside.
I move to the edge of my bed, and she follows closely behind.
The mattress sinks under our combined weight, the springs creaking softly.
Veronica's hand slides up my back as I sit down, sending shivers through me.
"I never imagined you'd have so many stuffed animals," Veronica teases, her fingers brushing against a plush bear.
I laugh nervously, trying to ignore the heat rising to my cheeks.
"They're... comforting," I admit, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.
Veronica's hand continues stroking my back, her touch sending waves of warmth through me.
The wine makes my head swim, and I feel unsteady.
I lean into her touch, seeking comfort in the gentle caress.
Her blue hair falls forward, framing her face as she leans closer.
The stuffed animals on the shelf watch us with empty eyes, their once-cheerful expressions now seeming judgmental.
I gather my courage and ask, "Um... what positions do you like?"
My voice comes out small and shaky.
Veronica's eyes darken at my question, and she shifts on the bed to face me fully.
Her knee presses against my thigh, the heat of her body radiating toward me.
Her fingers trail up my neck to cup my chin, tilting my face toward hers.
"Let's start with something simple," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.
Her hand moves to my trembling fingers, guiding them to the hem of her black tank top.
The fabric feels soft between my fingers, and I hesitate, unsure if I'm ready for this.
Veronica's eyes lock with mine, urging me forward.
I slowly lift the hem of her tank top, my movements clumsy from the wine.
She raises her arms, allowing me to pull the top over her head.
Underneath, she wears a lace bra that accentuates her curves.
I stare at her in awe, mesmerized by the sight of her exposed skin.
Veronica takes my hands again, this time placing them on the waistband of her leggings.
I hesitate, fingers hooked in the elastic, before slowly pulling them down her thighs.
She steps out of them gracefully, standing before me in just her underwear.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I struggle to catch my breath.
The wine still clouds my mind, but I'm aware enough to know that this is happening.
Veronica stands before me in her underwear, her eyes locked on mine.
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice.
"Um... can we record this? So I can remember it later?"
I ask, my voice shaking slightly.
Veronica's eyes light up with a mix of surprise and excitement.
She steps closer, her hand reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
I watch as she unlocks it and opens the camera app, her fingers brushing against mine.
She positions the phone on my desk, adjusting the angle so that both of us are in the shot.
Veronica turns back to me, a playful smile on her lips.
I sit on my bed, hands trembling as I reach for her bra.
The wine still affects me, but I focus on the clasp.
Veronica watches me with a teasing smile, her eyes encouraging.
I fumble a bit with the clasp, but manage to unhook it, letting it fall to the floor.
Her skin glows in the dim light of my room.
Next, I slide my fingers under the waistband of her panties, hesitating for a moment before slowly pulling them down.
Veronica steps out of them gracefully, standing completely bare in front of me.
I sit on my bed, my heart pounding in my chest.
Veronica stands before me, her eyes locked with mine.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
"So... do you want to be on top or on bottom?" she asks, her voice husky.
Veronica pauses, her gaze scanning my face as if searching for something.
Then, a smirk appears on her lips.
She takes a step closer to me, her hand resting on my thigh.
As she leans in, I feel the warmth of her breath against my skin.
"On top," she whispers into my ear.
I nod, feeling the effects of the wine coursing through my veins.
Veronica guides me to lie back on the bed, her fingers trailing down my chest.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asks softly, her eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.
I nod again, my voice barely a whisper, "Yeah, I want this."
Veronica smiles reassuringly, her fingers brushing my cheek as she murmurs, "Then let's make it unforgettable."
Veronica climbs on top of me, her hands guiding mine to her hips.
The wine still clouds my mind, but the touch of her skin feels electric.
She leans down, her blue hair brushing against my face as she whispers, "Just relax and enjoy it."
I watch as she positions herself, her eyes locked with mine.
Then, she begins to move, and I feel a rush of sensations.
I grip the sheets tightly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
Veronica's pace quickens, and I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
Her smile grows wider as she senses my excitement.
"Come on, baby," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire.
I can't hold back any longer; I let out a moan as I reach my climax.
I lay beneath her, still catching my breath as she slows her pace.
The wine's haze mixes with the lingering pleasure, making my senses feel heightened.
Veronica leans down, her blue hair brushing against my face, and whispers into my ear, "I want more."
She shifts slightly, repositioning herself to continue our encounter.
I grip the sheets tightly, feeling the pressure build within me again.
Veronica begins to move slowly at first, but soon picks up pace.
Her body moves above mine, creating a delicious friction that sends shivers down my spine.
As I watch her face contort in desire, I feel myself getting closer to the edge once more.
Veronica guides my hands to her hips, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
Her body moves faster now, driven by an urgent need for release.
The room spins around me, the effects of the wine mixing with the intensity of our encounter.
"Wait," Veronica suddenly says, her voice cutting through the haze.
I blink up at her, confused, as she leans back slightly.
"There's something I need to tell you," she continues, her eyes serious now, "I'm leaving town tomorrow."
I pull her closer, my voice shaking as I whisper, "Let's make this night unforgettable before you go."
Veronica smiles, her blue hair brushing against my cheek as she leans in to kiss me deeply.
We shift on the bed, our bodies entwined, as we continue our passionate encounter.
Veronica's hands explore my body, her touch igniting a fire within me.
The wine's warmth mixes with the thrill of her caress, making every sensation feel heightened.
As she moves above me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.
Our breaths quicken, and I focus on the sensation of her skin against mine.
The room spins, but I hold tight, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
Veronica's body moves faster now, her moans growing louder as she reaches the edge.
I feel myself getting closer too, my pleasure building with each thrust.
Our bodies move together in perfect rhythm, the wine's warmth mixing with our desire.
As Veronica reaches her peak, I feel myself letting go, surrendering to the pleasure.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still entwined on the bed.
The wine bottle sits on the nightstand, half-empty.
Veronica rolls onto her side, watching me with a smile.
"Let's take the wine and run away together," I whisper, my voice trembling with excitement and fear.
Veronica pauses for a moment, her blue eyes searching mine.
Then, she reaches out and traces a finger along my jawline.
"I'd love that," she says softly, her voice filled with longing.
She leans in, her lips brushing against mine, and whispers, "Let's do it. Let's leave tonight."
I nod, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I realize we're actually going to do this.
Veronica sits up, pulling me with her.
We move quickly, packing a small bag with the essentials.
I grab some clothes, toiletries, and my phone while Veronica gathers her things.
The only sound is the rustling of our movements as we prepare to leave.
When we're finished, Veronica takes my hand, leading me downstairs.
