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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 really something a daughter should say about an older woman, but it's true.
She has this crazy amazing body, and I've seen the way men look at her.
Then add in her amazing blue hair, which was in a bun today, and she's striking.
I'm a little curvy, but I'm mostly petite.
I have curly brown hair... and it's just nice to be around someone as beautiful as her.
My mom said that she was going to watch the house, but it seems like she's watching me.
My dad gave her a key and said to make herself at home.
I think that he trusts her completely.
Which is good, because my mom does too.
So why am I so nervous about her?
We had pizza together last night, and now we're making breakfast together.
Veronica was at the stove, wearing a black tank top and leggings.
The tank top rode up her back as she reached for seasonings, revealing smooth skin.
I watched her from the kitchen table, feeling my stomach tighten as I thought about how beautiful she was.
Then the doorbell rang.
I got up to answer it, expecting it to be a delivery or something.
But when I opened the door, I was surprised to see Jake from next door.
He was shirtless and sweaty from his morning run.
His hair was wet, and he had this amazing smell about him—like sweat and cologne mixed together.
"Hey," he said, smiling at me.
"Hi," I replied, feeling a little shy.
I'd always liked Jake, but I never really talked to him much.
He was older than me by a few years, and he was so hot that I didn't know what to say around him. "Hey there," Veronica said behind me.
I turned to see her standing in the doorway with a smile on her face.
She walked over to Jake and pressed close to him, putting her hand on his arm.
"Come on in," she said.
"I'm making breakfast."
Jake looked at me for a second before turning back to Veronica.
"Thanks," he said, smiling at her.
She led him into the kitchen and gestured for him to sit down at the table with me.
I sat quietly as they talked about their morning runs and stuff like that.
I couldn't help but look at Jake's body every now and then—his muscles were so defined, and his abs were perfect.
I felt my cheeks getting red as I thought about how sexy he was.
After a while, Veronica brought over some eggs and bacon and set them down in front of us.
Jake dug in right away, but I just sat there looking at my plate for a minute.
Veronica sat down next to me with her own plate of food and smiled at me. "Eat up," she said gently.
"It's good."
I nodded and took a bite of my eggs.
They were delicious, but I wasn't really hungry after watching Veronica cook them in her tight outfit.
Jake finished his food first and then stood up from the table with his plate in his hands.
"I'll wash this for you," he said to Veronica with a smile.
She smiled back at him and nodded before turning to me with a wink on her face.
"Looks like we'll have an interesting summer."
Jake went over to the sink and began washing his plate.
I sat at the table for a minute, pretending to clean up my own dishes.
Then I got up and walked over to the sink next to Jake.
Veronica excused herself to go unpack her things, leaving us alone in the kitchen.
Jake finished washing his plate and then dried his hands on a dish towel.
His biceps flexed as he dried his hands, and I felt my heart start racing.
I looked down at his forearms as water droplets ran down them, feeling my throat get tight.
He set the dish towel down on the counter and turned to leave, but then he stopped by the counter to check his phone.
The kitchen suddenly felt smaller with him standing there, and I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him.
"Hey, you know Veronica pretty well, right?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah, she's been staying with me for a while," Jake replied, glancing up from his phone.
"She mentioned something about a secret project she's working on," he added, lowering his voice.
"Really?"
I asked, leaning against the counter next to him.
Jake nodded, scrolling through his phone with one hand.
Droplets of water ran down his arms, and I watched them as they fell to the floor.
The kitchen suddenly felt warmer than before, and I could smell Jake's cologne on his skin.
"Does she ever talk to you about it?"
I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jake set his phone down and turned to face me, his eyes looking into mine.
For a second, he just stared at me.
Then he smiled softly and reached out to touch my cheek.
"You're cute," he said gently, studying my face with a serious expression.
My hands started shaking as I stood there, and I almost dropped the plate in my hand.
I set the plate down on the counter, feeling my skin tingle where Jake's fingers touched my cheek.
His hand lingered there for a second before he dropped it back down to his side.
The morning light streaming in through the kitchen window cast shadows across his bare chest as he stood there, looking at me.
He stepped closer to me, backing me up against the edge of the counter.
I felt my breath catch when his other hand found my waist, his fingers tracing along the top of my shorts.
"Very cute," he murmured softly, his face inches from mine.
Then I heard Veronica's heels clicking on the tile behind us and Jake dropped his hands from my body.
He cleared his throat and stepped back from me, not meeting my eyes.
Veronica stood in the doorway of the kitchen, her blue hair loose around her shoulders.
She watched us with a knowing smirk on her face.
Jake went over to the door and picked up his backpack.
"See you later," he mumbled, heading toward the front door.
"I need to go shower before work."
Veronica walked over to me and leaned against the counter, watching Jake leave.
I kept my eyes downcast, busy loading the dishwasher and avoiding her gaze.
She walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, making me jump.
"Getting friendly with the neighbor already?" she asked, her fingers trailing down my arm.
I closed the dishwasher and leaned back against it, my hands shaking.
