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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
I watched as my parents said their goodbyes before getting into their taxi.
My mom turned back to look at me, a sadness in her eyes that she was leaving me behind.
But I knew that they needed this vacation.
They had been working almost none stop since I started college last year.
"Remember, Christine, curfew is at one in the morning. And do not leave the house with anyone but Ms. Carter," my mom reminded me for the twentieth time.
"Yes mom, I got it," I replied, rolling my eyes just a little.
My mom shot me a look.
She did not like it when I rolled my eyes at her.
But I was nineteen, in my second year of college, and yet they still treated me like I was in high school.
"Okay dear, we will see you in two weeks," my mom said as she climbed into the taxi.
"Have fun and be good."
My dad leaned in through the window and dropped a kiss on my forehead before the taxi drove away.
My parents had left me in the care of their friend, Veronica, while they were on vacation.
I stood at the curb, watching as the taxi disappeared around the corner.
My hand dropped slowly to my side.
The morning sun beat down on my shoulders as I walked up the concrete path to our front door.
I glanced in the window and saw Veronica watching me from the other side of the glass.
Her blue hair was no longer pulled back into a bun, but was now loose around her shoulders.
She had changed into a swimsuit, a tiny black piece that left very little to the imagination.
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
Veronica was sprawled on our leather couch, one leg dangling over the edge.
"Finally alone," she purred, stretching like a cat.
"Why don't you grab your swimsuit? The pool looks so inviting."
I hesitated, feeling the weight of the next two weeks settle in.
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest.
I opened the top drawer of my dresser and rifled through the collection of one-pieces that I had accumulated over the years.
They were all modest, parent-approved swimsuits.
Behind them, I found the red bikini that I had bought last summer but never had the nerve to wear.
Veronica's confidence was infectious, and I felt a surge of boldness wash over me.
I quickly changed into the bikini, feeling a sense of liberation as I gazed at myself in the full-length mirror.
The bikini was more revealing than anything I had ever worn before, but something about Veronica's presence made me feel like I could be bolder, more daring.
I grabbed a towel and headed back downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I stepped out into the backyard, I saw Veronica already in the pool, floating on her back.
The water shimmered invitingly, and for the first time, I felt ready to dive into the unknown.
