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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
"See you later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me a hug before she and dad got into the taxi.
They were going to be on vacation for two weeks.
My dad turned to face me and the woman standing next to me.
"You know to call us if you need anything, right? We're not too far."
"Yes dad, it'll be fine. Mateo and I will be in the office together," the woman said, giving my dad a smile.
My dad seemed to think about it and then nodded.
"Alright, Christine, behave and do what Veronica tells you," he said, turning to face me.
"I will, dad," I said, giving him a smile.
The taxi drove off and I turned back to face the woman standing next to me.
Her name was Veronica, and she was a friend of my mom's.
She had agreed to come and house sit for my mom while they were on vacation.
I watched as the taxi drove away.
I could see my mom and dad in the back seat.
They were both smiling at me, but I couldn't see them clearly because of the tinted glass.
I closed the door and turned around to see Veronica standing there.
She was a tall woman with blue hair that was pulled up into a bun on top of her head.
She was wearing a black tank top and leggings.
She had tattoos on her arms and her belly button was pierced.
She had a nice figure, and I could tell she took care of herself.
She sauntered into the living room, dropping onto the couch and crossing one leg over the other.
She patted the spot next to her, motioning for me to come sit down.
I walked over to the doorway but didn't sit down yet.
The house felt different now that my parents were gone.
It felt quieter, more intimate.
Veronica pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it, a thoughtful look on her face. "Your mom left quite the list of rules," she said, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"But what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?"
I shrugged, not sure how to respond.
Veronica stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge.
"Christine, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice suddenly serious.
I hesitated, sensing the shift in her tone.
"Your mom asked me to keep an eye on you for more than just the usual reasons."
I trailed behind her, watching as she moved through the living room into our kitchen.
Her hips swayed with each step, drawing my gaze to her curvaceous figure.
She opened the fridge and bent down to examine its contents, giving me a view of her toned legs.
The fluorescent lights in the kitchen cast harsh shadows on her face as she straightened up, holding a bottle of wine my parents kept for special occasions.
Veronica uncorked it with practiced ease, pouring two glasses and sliding one towards me.
When I didn't take it, she took a long sip from her own glass, then set it down with a sharp clink on the counter.
"Your mom's worried about you," she said, her playful demeanor replaced by a serious expression.