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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 on vacation, and they left me in Veronica's care.
I don't know her that much, but my mom said she was her friend.
I only met her once briefy.
Veronica has this crazy blue hair in a bun.
She's really pretty and stylishly dressed.
I think she's about my mom's age or a little older.
My mom said she's a great person and not to worry.
"See you later, kiddo," my dad said as he gave me the last hug before they left.
"Take care of yourself and be good," he added.
"I will, Dad," I said.
"Have a safe trip."
They got into their car and drove off.
I watched them until they were out of sight.
Their trip is for two weeks; that's a long time.
I went back inside and waited for Veronica to arrive.
She's supposed to be here in an hour.
I heard a knock on the door, and I opened it.
Veronica was standing there with a suitcase.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said as she stepped inside.
She put her suitcase down and stretched.
"Looks like we'll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink.
She walked into the living room and sprawled across our leather couch like she owned it.
She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it, humming to herself.
I sat in Dad's recliner, watching her bare feet tap against the armrest of the couch.
She looked up at me with a smile.
"You know what? Let's go shopping at the mall. I need some things."
My stomach tightened at the thought of going to the mall; that's where my friends hang out, and I didn't want them seeing me with her.
But before I could say anything, she was already texting someone on her phone and giggling.
"Just letting your mom know we're bonding," she said with a smirk. She stood up, stretching again deliberately, and grabbed her purse.
"Veronica, do you really know my mom well?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
She paused, her eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something unreadable.
"Well enough to know she hasn't told you everything," she replied, her voice suddenly serious.
I frowned, not sure what she meant by that.
But before I could ask, she turned and walked out the door, leaving me to follow behind her.
We got into her car, a sleek black sports car that looked like it cost a fortune.
She drove to the mall, chatting about her favorite stores and clothes.
I sat quietly, watching the scenery pass by outside.
When we got to the mall, Veronica parked in a spot close to the entrance and hopped out of the car.
"Come on, honey," she said with a smile.
"We'll get some lunch first."
We walked into the food court and Veronica grabbed a table while I went to get us some sandwiches.
As I waited in line, I noticed people glancing over at us.
Veronica was hard to miss with her blue hair and tight clothes.
She was wearing a black tank top that showed off her smooth skin and tight stomach.
Her leggings were tight enough to show off every curve of her legs.
I felt self-conscious about my own clothes, a simple t-shirt and shorts. When I got back to the table with our sandwiches, Veronica was already texting someone on her phone.
She looked up when I sat down and smiled at me.
"So, honey, what do you want to do today? We can go shopping for some new clothes for you," she said with a wink.
I shook my head quickly; I didn't want to spend more time here than necessary.
"I'm good with just going home," I replied politely.
Veronica chuckled and nodded.
"Okay, baby doll. Let's go shopping another day."
We finished our sandwiches and headed back to the car.
When we got home, Veronica started making herself at home right away.
She put her purse on the kitchen counter and started tapping her manicured nails against the marble surface.
After a few minutes of silence, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it again.
"Hey, honey," she said suddenly, holding up her phone for me to see.
"You know what would be fun? Making some cookies."
On the screen was a picture of cookies shaped like animals with bright colors and detailed designs. "Wow, those look amazing," I said sincerely; they looked like they belonged in a bakery window.
"I've made them before," Veronica said with a smile.
"I have all the ingredients in my bag. Do you want to help me?"
I nodded eagerly; baking was one of my favorite things to do in my free time.
"Great! But first, there's something I need to tell you," Veronica said, her tone shifting to something more serious.
I looked at her curiously, sensing the change in atmosphere.
"Your mom and I used to be more than just friends," she confessed, her eyes searching mine for a reaction.
