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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've left me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I don't know her very well, but my mom seems to trust her.
As I watch them leave, I can't help but feel a little excited.
It's nice to have a little freedom.
Veronica is beautiful, with striking blue hair in a bun and full red lips.
She's sexy in a way that my mom will never be.
After they're gone, Veronica turns to me.
"Well, Christine, it's just us girls now. What would you like to do?"
I shrug.
"I don't know."
She smiles mischievously.
"Let's get drunk."
I can't say I disagree with that plan.
We spend the evening drinking cocktails on the back porch, and I have to admit that I'm having a lot of fun.
After a while, she stands up.
"Let's play a game. I have just the thing."
She heads inside and I follow her into the kitchen.
She pulls several bottles from her bag, including vodka and rum.
She sets out shot glasses on the counter and mixes various concoctions.
Finally, she pours two bright blue cocktails.
The smell of coconut is sweet in the air.
She hands me one of the cold glasses and my hands shake slightly.
"Ladies first," she purrs, leaning against the counter.
"Tell me, Christine... have you ever kissed a girl?"
I hesitate, unsure of what to say.
I take a sip of the cocktail.
It tastes sweet and strong.
The blue color is a little weird, but it's not bad.
I take another sip, watching Veronica over the rim of my glass.
She inches closer on her barstool, her knee brushing against mine.
The kitchen seems smaller and warmer than it did before.
My heart pounds in my chest as she reaches out to brush a strand of hair from my face.
Her fingers linger on my cheek and I feel a rush of excitement.
The alcohol is making my head swim.
When she asks again if I've kissed a girl, her voice is softer, almost a whisper.
I grip my glass tighter, the condensation cool against my palm.
I can't seem to find the words to answer her question.
Veronica leans in, her eyes locked on mine.
"Because if you haven't," she murmurs, her lips curving into a sly smile, "I could show you what it's like."
My breath catches as I realize this night is about to change everything.
Her face is inches from mine, her breath hot against my skin.
The kitchen counter digs into my back as she presses closer.
The blue cocktail sits forgotten beside us, condensation dripping down the glass.
She smells like coconut and something sweeter.
Her fingers trace my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.
Her other hand finds my waist, steadying me on the barstool.
The room spins slightly from the alcohol, but her touch anchors me.
"It's okay to be nervous," she whispers, her lips brushing mine.
I grip the edge of my seat, gathering courage.
The space between us crackles with tension.
"Veronica," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper, "I've never felt like this before."
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.
"That's the beauty of it, Christine," she replies softly, "sometimes the unexpected is exactly what you need."
My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at her lips, the blue cocktail still making my head spin.
She holds my waist firmly, keeping me steady against the kitchen counter.
The coconut scent of her perfume fills my senses as I sway closer.
Her thumb traces circles on my hip while her other hand cups my face.
The kitchen lights seem too bright, too harsh for this moment.
My fingers tremble as I reach up to touch her shoulder, steadying myself.
The fabric of her tank top is soft under my palm.
Time seems to slow as I tilt my head up, drawn toward her like a magnet.
The kitchen lights buzz overhead, the blue cocktail forgotten beside us.
Her breath warms my lips as I close the distance between us.
My fingers dig into her shoulder while her hand slides up my back, steadying me.
I can't help but notice every detail—the dilation of her pupils, the slight part of her lips, the loose strands of her blue hair falling from her bun.
My chest rises and falls rapidly against hers.
The question hangs between us like a challenge.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips.
I manage a small nod.