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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
Anonymous
Feb 19
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 later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.
My dad hugged me too and they both kissed me on the cheek.
They were going to be away for two weeks.
A vacation just for the two of them.
My dad turned to Veronica, who was standing in the doorway of my home, watching as we said our goodbyes.
"Everything you need to know is in the folder. It's also on Christine's phone."
Veronica nodded and smiled at him.
"Got it. Don't worry, I've got this. We are going to have a blast."
My dad seemed to relax at her words.
I knew he trusted her completely, and so did I.
My mom waved and blew me a kiss before they drove off into the sunset, leaving me in Veronicas care.
It wasn't like I was a baby or anything.
I was 18 years old and had been alone at home before.
But my dad was a worrier, and he wanted to make sure I was safe.
So he asked Veronica to stay with me while they were away.
I closed the door and turned to her.
She was already making herself comfortable on the couch.
Her eyes met mine and she patted the space next to her.
"Come sit," she said, her voice smooth and inviting.
I walked over and sat down next to her.
It was nice having someone around.
"It's nice having someone around," I said, echoing my thoughts.
Veronica chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"We are going to have fun."
I leaned into her embrace as we watched my parents' car disappear down the street.
But as the taillights vanished, a strange unease settled in my chest.
Veronica seemed to sense my tension.
She leaned back on the couch, her eyes soft and understanding.
"You seem tense, Christine," she said, her voice like a gentle breeze.
"Let me tell you about the time I went skydiving in New Zealand."
Her words painted vivid pictures in my mind as she spoke of blue skies and adrenaline rushes.
I found myself leaning in, captivated by her tales of daring escapades and narrow escapes.
As she finished her story with a laugh, I couldn't help but feel a smile spreading across my face.
Veronica reached for her suitcase, her movements fluid and confident.
"I think I'm going to go get settled in. But we can have dinner together later, okay?"
I nodded, still feeling the lingering effects of her story on my mood.
As she walked away, I realized that the next two weeks might change everything.
