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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 taxi that would take them to the airport.
I felt a little sad that I wouldn't be going with them, but I also knew that this was something that I had to do.
"Christine?"
Veronica Carter called from inside the house.
She was a friend of my mom's and had agreed to look after the house while they were away.
"Yes?" I replied, turning and going into the house.
"I'm going to start making some lunch. Do you have any preferences?"
"No, that's okay. Thanks Veronica," I said, heading towards the stairs that led up to my room.
I turned back to face her with a smile on my face.
"Today is whatever you want it to be," she said, her grey-blue eyes glinting playfully at me.
I felt a shiver run down my spine at her words.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, watching as she moved around our kitchen.
She seemed to know where everything was, even though she hadn't been here in a while.
She pulled some tomatoes out of the fridge and then some lettuce and cheese.
The sound of cabinet doors opening and closing filled the silence that hung in the air.
I found my feet moving towards her before I caught myself and stopped.
"Um... Do you want any help?"
I asked, clearing my throat to try and get her attention.
She turned to me, a knife balanced in her hand.
That same smile from earlier was back on her face.
"Not at all, honey. But if you want to join me, I'd love the company," she said, gesturing to the counter beside her.
I went over and stood beside her, watching as she slid a cutting board towards me.
As I reached for it, her hip bumped against mine.
"I'll get started on the chicken and you can chop these vegetables for me," she said, gesturing to the pile of tomatoes and lettuce.
I nodded and picked up the knife that she had laid out for me.
As I started cutting, I could feel her hip against mine.
She reached around me occasionally to grab seasonings from the cabinets behind me.
Each time her arm brushed against mine, sending a tingling sensation through my body.
The sizzling sound of chicken filled the air, followed by the aroma of spices and herbs as they were added to the pan.
I could hear the sound of her chopping other vegetables as she prepared them to add to the pan.
The smell of the food was amazing, making my stomach growl in anticipation.
"Like this," she said suddenly, reaching over and grabbing my hands on the knife.
She showed me how to hold it properly, using long strokes to cut through the vegetables.
As she did, her chest pressed against my back.
Her hair tickled at my neck as she leaned in closer. "That looks good," she said after a few minutes, giving me a pat on my back before letting go and turning back to her pan on the stove.
I went back to cutting my vegetables, feeling more confident now that I knew what I was doing.
After a few minutes, I heard her call out for me to bring over what I had cut so that she could add it to the pan.
I walked over, setting it down next to her on the counter.
As I turned away, I felt her brush against me again before reaching over and grabbing some oil from a cabinet beside me.
"Thanks," she said with a smile before pouring it into the pan with the vegetables.
She stirred everything together and then set it aside so that it could simmer while we ate our sandwiches. She made us each one before setting them down in front of us at one of our kitchen tables.
"Dig in," she said with a smile before picking up her own sandwich and taking a bite.
The sounds of eating filled the silence that hung in the air between us as we sat there eating our sandwiches.
I glanced over at Veronica every so often, noticing how beautiful she was as she ate her lunch.
Her blue hair fell in waves down her back and framed her face perfectly as she looked down at her sandwich.
After finishing lunch, we cleaned up together before putting everything away in their proper places inside the house.
As we finished tidying up, Veronica turned to me with a knowing smile and said, "Let's see what else today holds for us."