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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
"See you in two weeks, baby girl," my mom kissed me on the forehead.
"Take care of yourself and be a good girl with Veronica."
My dad tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Don’t forget to take your medication every morning and evening."
I watched as they packed the last of their luggage into the car.
My parents were going on a much-needed vacation, just the two of them, and I was left in the care of their friend Veronica.
Standing on the porch in front of our house, she smiled down at me, her striking blue hair in a bun on top of her head.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her," Veronica said to them.
"My goodness, Christine, look at you. You’ve grown so much since I last saw you."
Veronica’s eyes travelled down my body, making me feel self-conscious in my tiny sleep shorts and top.
I guess I had grown a lot since she last saw me a year ago.
I was now eighteen and about to start college in the fall.
I waved goodbye as my parents drove out of the driveway, then turned back to look at Veronica.
She was already taking her bags out of the trunk, which my dad had apparently forgotten to do.
"Come on, I’ll show you to the kitchen," I said, leading her inside.
Veronica followed me down the hallway, her hips swaying in her tight leggings.
She dropped her bags by the stairs and the thud echoed through the house.
I could hear her heels clicking behind me as we made our way to the kitchen.
"Make yourself at home," I said, opening the fridge to see what was inside.
Veronica leaned against the counter, her arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts together.
"What do you usually have for breakfast, sweetie?" she asked, watching me bend over to look in the fridge.
I pulled out eggs and bacon and set them on the counter.
I cracked each egg carefully against the rim of the pan, watching as the clear whites spilled out and sizzled on the hot surface.
Behind me, Veronica’s heels clicked rhythmically as she moved around the kitchen, opening drawers to find forks and plates.
She hummed a tune I didn’t recognize while setting two places at the counter, much closer together than necessary.
The eggs began to firm up and I reached for the spatula, but Veronica’s hand brushed against mine as she grabbed it first.