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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
firstperson protagonist, female, young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive
Mateo Windsor
side protagonist, male, Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting
Veronica Carter
protagonist, female, 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 why she has blue hair, though.
Maybe it's just the light playing off the photo, but it looks really blue.
Like cartoon blue.
I wonder if it's natural or if she dyes it that color.
"Christine, come say goodbye before we leave," my mom calls from downstairs.
I grab my backpack and head out into the hallway.
My parents are waiting by the front door with their bags and jackets.
Their friend is already here, I guess.
"Hey sweetie."
My mom gives me a hug.
"Take care of yourself while we're gone, okay?"
My dad ruffles my hair and we exchange a quick kiss on the cheek before they push through the door and disappear outside.
I watch through the window as they put their bags in the trunk of their car and wave before getting in to drive away.
It's strange to think about them leaving without me.
I close the front door and turn around to face the empty foyer.
My footsteps echo as I walk through the house.
I head toward the kitchen, but stop when I hear a rustling noise coming from the living room.
Curious, I move into the doorway.
Veronica is sprawled across our leather couch, her blue hair a bright splash of color against the dark brown upholstery.
She's scrolling through her phone with her legs crossed at the ankles.
Her black tank top has ridden up to show a little sliver of her midriff, and her leggings are stretched tight over her thighs.
I hesitate for a second, wondering if I should go in or head upstairs to my room.
Before I can make a decision, she stretches like a cat and lifts her head.
Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I know everything is about to change.
I step into the living room, my bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floor.
Veronica pats the cushion next to her and smiles.
"Come sit down."
I perch on the edge of the couch, trying not to get too close to her.
She scoots over a little, her eyes never leaving mine.
Her perfume fills my nose, something sweet and floral.
She holds out her phone, showing me the screen.
"I was just looking at some photos from my last vacation," she says, scrolling through image after image of herself posing by beaches and pools.
Her finger moves slowly across each photo, tracing her own curves as she smiles at her own reflection.
Her other hand rests on the couch between us, and I can feel her heat radiating off of it.
The leather creaks as she leans in closer to me.
Her blue hair falls forward across her face, hiding her eyes for a moment before she tucks it behind her ear.
"Do you know why your parents really asked me to stay here?" she asks, her voice low and conspiratorial.
I shake my head, suddenly feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.
"They wanted me to tell you about the family secret," she whispers, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.
I sink back into the couch cushions as she shifts closer, her thigh pressing against mine.
She sets her phone down on the coffee table in front of us and turns to face me fully.
One arm stretches out along the back of the couch, resting just behind my shoulders.
The scent of her perfume grows stronger, filling my senses.
Her blue hair falls forward again, but this time she doesn't push it back.
Her eyes are fixed on mine, and I can feel my breath coming in short gasps.
My fingers dig into the leather seat as I wait for her to speak.
She parts her lips to say something, then pauses, glancing down at my hands.
A knowing smile spreads across her face as she lifts one hand and traces her fingertip along my arm.
I shift uncomfortably, not wanting to admit how much her touch is affecting me.
Her finger continues its path, moving slowly along my arm.
I try to focus on the secret she's supposed to be telling me, but all I can think about is the way her skin feels against mine.
Finally, I clear my throat and ask again, "What's the secret?"
She pulls back a little, studying my face with an unreadable expression.
The leather couch creaks as she adjusts her position, crossing one leg over the other and letting her tank top slide up to show a sliver of her stomach.
She reaches for her phone again and unlocks it slowly, letting me see every photo before she finally stops on one.
It's a picture of my dad and her together at what looks like a beach party years ago.
They're both laughing and smiling, their arms around each other's shoulders.
Veronica leans in close to me again, her blue hair brushing my shoulder.
I lean away, trying to put some distance between us, but she follows, her eyes still fixed on mine.
She points to the photo, tracing the outline of their faces with her finger.
"Oh, Mateo and I go way back," she says, her voice low and husky.
She scrolls through more photos of the same beach vacation.
In each one, my dad and Veronica look a little closer together—hands touching, heads tilted in close conversation.
I swallow hard as I notice my mom isn't in any of the photos.
Veronica zooms in on one photo where Dad kisses her cheek.
She turns to me, her blue hair brushing against my neck.
Her voice drops even lower.
