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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
I watched as my parents said their goodbyes before getting into the car and driving away.
They had left me in the care of their friend Veronica, a thing I was not pleased about, but I could do little about it.
Mom had insisted, and I knew that she would not have taken no for an answer.
Veronica had come over the night before to sleep over since my parents would be leaving at the crack of dawn.
I turned back after watching the car drive out of sight and walked back into the house, Veronica being there to welcome me.
"Hey, kid."
She smiled brightly, her blue hair piled into a bun on top of her head.
The color was striking, a vibrant blue that stood out on its own.
I wondered what it would feel like, but I had never touched anything of that colour before.
"What are you up to?"
I asked her curiously.
"Just making some coffee. Want some?"
She smiled again.
I nodded and followed her to the kitchen.
We were at the kitchen on the top floor, which was also her room since she would be sleeping there.
"Why did you dye your hair blue?"
She poured steaming coffee into two mugs, her movements fluid and precise.
I watched her, my eyes drawn to the blue strands of hair that had escaped her bun.
"Felt like a change," she said with a shrug.
She turned to me, holding out a mug.
I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the strands of her bun.
It was smooth, almost silky.
"Like it?"
She asked teasingly.
I nodded and took a sip of the coffee.
She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs casually.
I perched on the armrest, sipping my coffee and watching her.
"So, what have you been up to?"
I asked curiously.
She chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair back into her bun.
"Oh, you know, just the usual chaos."
She smirked at me.
"What do you mean?"
I asked, curious about her travels and adventures.
"Let’s just say I’ve been around," she said with a wink.
"Where have you been?"
I asked, leaning forward in interest.
She shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Here and there. Cities, towns, places in between."
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, telling stories of distant cities and wild nights.
The names and places she mentioned seemed almost unreal, like they belonged in a movie or book rather than real life.
Her stories painted a world I had never known, and in that moment, I realized I wanted to see it all for myself.
