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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 left me in Veronica's hands.
I was told she was their friend, but I had never seen or met her before.
When my parents told me about her, I was a bit skeptical.
I didn't know much about her, but my parents seemed to trust her a lot.
They told me that she was the only person they would trust with something as precious as I am.
Veronica is beautiful, and her hair is striking blue in a bun.
She has a seductive smile and a great body.
When she wore tight clothes, it made her look even more attractive.
She greeted me with a hug when we first met, and I could feel her full breasts against me.
I felt a little uncomfortable, but I tried to act normal.
I watched her unpack her suitcase in the guest room.
She moved with grace and precision, as if she were performing a dance.
She caught me staring at her and smiled, running her fingers through her blue hair as she arranged her clothes in the dresser.
The afternoon sun streaming through the window made her hair shimmer like ocean waves.
I stepped closer to her, drawn to the unusual color of her hair.
"Your hair is beautiful," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to face me, closing the distance between us.
"Want to touch it?" she asked, leaning forward.
My hand trembled as I reached out to touch her hair, but I stopped myself and stepped back.
"Why did my parents trust you so much?" I asked, trying to steady my voice.
Veronica's smile faded slightly, and she looked me in the eye.
"Because they don't know who I really am," she replied, her voice low and serious.
I retreated to the living room couch, trying to process what she had said.
Veronica followed me, sitting down beside me with her shoulder brushing mine.
She kicked off her sandals and propped her feet up on the coffee table, revealing black-painted toenails.
My gaze was drawn to them, and she noticed.
She shifted closer to me, her leg pressing against mine.
"Want a closer look?" she asked, wiggling her toes.
I stood up abruptly, my throat tightening.
"I have homework to do," I muttered, hurrying toward the stairs.
As I reached the top step, I realized I had left my phone on the coffee table, right next to her.