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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 days.
They're visiting his sister and their family.
I'm not going with them.
I was invited, but I decided to stay here.
I was looking forward to spending time with my parents, but then they asked me if I wanted to go.
I was disappointed at first, but then I decided it was a great opportunity to get some alone time and be myself.
My parents are overprotective, so when we're together, I can't do much.
They're leaving me in their friend's hands.
Her name is Veronica.
I know her, but not that much.
She's a great friend of my mom's.
I remember her being hot.
I was looking forward to seeing her, but now that I have, I'm glad I made the decision to stay behind.
She's beautiful.
She has striking blue hair in a bun on her head and wearing hardly anything.
I follow her into the living room, watching her hips sway as she walks.
She plops down on the couch, patting the spot next to her.
I sit down, keeping a safe distance from her.
The afternoon sun streams through the window and catches her hair, making it shimmer like ocean waves.
My fingers twitch with the urge to touch it.
"Your hair is really pretty," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"The color suits you."
Her eyes light up at my compliment.
She reaches up, pulling the bun loose and letting her blue hair cascade down her shoulders.
She leans closer to me, taking my hand and guiding it to her hair.
Her hair is silky between my fingers, and the scent of her perfume fills my nostrils.
She inches closer to me on the couch, her thigh now pressing against mine.
The living room suddenly feels warmer.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the room, and I hear the distant ticking of the hallway clock.
Veronica takes my other hand and places it on her bare shoulder.
She guides it down her arm, and I feel her skin tremble beneath my touch.
Her face draws near to mine, and I feel her warm breath on my neck.
"Your skin is so soft," I say, my voice trembling with desire.
Veronica's lips brush against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"There's something I need to tell you," she whispers, her voice a mix of urgency and hesitation.
I pull back slightly, searching her eyes for answers.
"I'm not just here to watch over you; your parents asked me to tell you the truth about your real father."
I lean back against the couch cushions, trying to process her words.
My hands still in her hair, I feel them tremble as I pull them away.
She catches them in her own, holding them tightly.
The warmth of her touch feels both comforting and unsettling now.
"Please," I whisper, searching her face for answers.
Veronica shifts on the couch, turning to face me directly.
Her knees now touch mine, and the playful smile from earlier has vanished, replaced by a serious intensity that makes me nervous.
She takes a deep breath, still holding my hands in hers, and opens her mouth to speak.