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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.
Veronica is hot.
I know that word isn't good to describe someone like her, but she's hot.
Every time that she comes over here, I catch my dad staring at her as if he wants her.
My dad never touched her or acted inappropriately around her, but he stares at her as if he wants her.
My mom trusts him completely, and so do I.
Whenever she comes over here, she always brings gifts for us, and she got me something before she came here.
I don't know what she got for me yet, but I will soon find out.
"Christine, can you come here for a second?" Veronica utters.
"Yes," I respond as I walk down the stairs to go to the kitchen where she's at.
She's putting something in my lunch bag.
"What did you get for me?"
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," she says, rummaging through her bag.
She pulls out a small wrapped package, holding it just out of my reach.
I do as I'm told, closing my eyes and holding out my hands.
She brushes her fingers against my palms, placing something in them.
"Open them," she whispers, now standing uncomfortably close to me.
I open them to find a bikini—a black lace bikini.
It's like the one she's wearing under her clothes.
She takes my hand, leading me toward the pool area.
"Let's try these on together," she suggests.
I hesitate, clutching the bikini in my sweaty palm.
My heart pounds against my chest, not from excitement, but from growing anxiety.
She doesn't know my secret—the truth I've hidden from everyone except my parents.
The feminine clothes, the long curly hair, the name Christine—it's all part of who I am now, but underneath, there's still that biological reality I can't escape.
Veronica starts unbuttoning her blouse, clearly expecting me to do the same.
I grip the bikini tighter, frozen in place.
