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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 out of town for a few weeks and they're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I've never met her before, but she's a family friend, so I'm sure it will be fine.
I watch as they greet her in the driveway.
She's petite with curly brown hair piled into a bun on top of her head.
Her hair is a striking shade of blue and her lips are painted a matching color.
She looks up at my dad, smiling, and he helps her from the car.
"Mr. Windsor," I hear her say to him.
"Ms. Carter," he replies as he leads her toward the front door.
"Please call me Christine. Ms. Carter makes me sound like I'm sixty-five."
Sixty-five?
She looks—
"Hello, Christine," she says, turning toward me with another smile.
"Veronica," I reply, closing the front door behind her.
"I'll show you to the guest room," I tell her.
I lead her up the stairs and into the first room on the right.
"This is beautiful," she tells me, looking around.
"Thank you. My mom decorated it all by herself."
She walks over to the window and looks out.
"I see a hot tub out back. Do you mind if I take a soak later tonight?"
"Not at all. Make yourself at home."
I turn to leave but she calls out to me.
"Christine?"
"Yes?"She walks over to me, smiling slyly.
"Have you seen any good movies lately?"
I stop in the doorway.
"Um, not really. I've been pretty busy."
She smiles.
"Well, I have a few on my phone. Why don't you come downstairs and we'll watch one?"
I nod and head downstairs.
When I reach the living room, she's already on the couch, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down," she says.
I sit down beside her and she pulls out her phone.
"What kind of movies do you like?" she asks.
"I don't know. What are you in the mood for?"
She scrolls through a streaming app on her phone, then looks at me.
"How about a horror movie?"
"Sure. I love horror movies."
She smiles and starts tapping on her phone.
"I think this one is good. It's about a haunted house."
She looks up at me.
"Are you sure you're ready for it? It's supposed to be really scary."
I nod and she starts the movie.
As the opening credits play, she scoots closer to me until our thighs are touching.
Her perfume is sweet and dizzying.
"I'm glad you're here," she says, leaning her head against my shoulder.
"You know, we're going to need to cuddle close during the scary parts."
She pulls a blanket off the back of the couch and throws it over our laps. "Oh, I almost forgot," she says as the movie begins.
"I brought some wine with me in my suitcase. Do you want some?"
I hesitate for a moment before answering.
"I'm not sure..."
She stands up and heads for the stairs before I can finish my sentence.
She walks up to the guest room and comes back down with two glasses of wine in her hands.
"Here," she says, handing me one of them.
I take it from her and set it on the coffee table in front of us.
She sits back down next to me, but this time she's even closer than before.
Her arm goes behind me on the couch so that her hand is resting on my hip as she watches the movie.
After a few minutes, I feel her fingers start to move along my hip bone under my shirt.
The movie ends and the credits start to roll, but her hand stays on my hip.
She reaches forward and tops off our wine glasses, finishing the bottle.
I feel lightheaded from the alcohol and I can't help but stare at her as she moves.
"Let's go explore the house," she says, standing up and holding out her hand for me to take.
I take it and we stumble upstairs together, giggling.
Her arm is around my waist as if she needs me for support, but I think it's the other way around.
We reach the top of the stairs and she looks down the hallway at all of the doors.
"Which one is your parents' bedroom?" she asks.
I point to the door at the end of the hall.
"Let's go in there," she says, pulling me along behind her.
I stop at the door, not wanting to go in there, but she pushes it open and pulls me inside. The room is darkened with the curtains closed, but I can still make out Mom's perfume in the air.
She walks over to Dad's liquor cabinet and opens it up.
"What do you want?" she asks me.
I shrug, not really caring what we drink as long as it's strong enough to get me drunk quickly.
She pours us each a glass of whiskey and hands one to me before sitting down on my parents' bed.
