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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 cheek.
"Take care of yourself and be a good girl for Ms. Veronica," my dad added as he hugged me.
They wereleaving for their vacation to Paris.
Veronica, the friend of my mom, would be staying in our house to keep an eye on the place and also to make sure that I didn't do anything that would compromise my safety.
My dad was a bit protective of me, being the only daughter and all.
I nodded and waved at them with a smile as they drove away from the driveway.
I was excited to have some freedom.
I wasn't allowed to do anything that my parents didn't know about, but with them out of the country, I would have some liberty to do what I wanted.
I was eighteen after all; I shouldn't be treated like a child anymore.
"Come now, Christine, let’s get some breakfast," Veronica called from inside the house.
I turned and smiled at her cheerful voice.
I found her a bit unusual though.
She had striking blue hair which was a bit uncommon for a woman of her age.
She kept it in a bun on top of her head.
A clipboard hung from her hand with some papers on it.
I followed her into the kitchen.
Her hips swayed as she walked.
She was wearing a black tank top and leggings that showed off her smooth skin and curves.
She went straight to the fridge and opened it.
She bent over to see what was inside, giving me a good view of her ass.
I settled on the high stool by the counter and watched her.
The clipboard caught my attention again.
It seemed like a schedule of some sort, but I couldn't read it from where I sat.
Veronica straightened up with eggs and bacon in her hand.
She turned to face me, and I was surprised by the intensity in her eyes as she stared at me.
She put the eggs and bacon on the counter before turning back to the stove.
"Christine, there's something I need to tell you," Veronica said, her voice suddenly serious.
"What is it?" I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
"Your parents didn't just go on vacation; they left because they needed time to figure out how to tell you the truth about your birth."
I gripped the edge of the counter, staring at the eggs and bacon on my plate, which were now growing cold.
Veronica came over to me, her fingers brushing against my trembling hand.
"They found you in a church when you were just a baby. You were wrapped in a blanket with a note that only had your first name on it. They legally adopted you, but they never told you because they were afraid you would feel unwanted."
She moved closer, her perfume filling my nostrils.
She wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"There's also a letter from your birth mother that your parents are going to give you when they get back."
I looked up at her, my voice barely a whisper.
"Do you know what's in the letter?"
Veronica shook her head gently, her eyes softening.
"No, but your parents said it holds the answers to why she had to leave you."
