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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 later, honey," my mom said to me as she was packing the last of their suitcases.
My dad was already packed and waiting with the car.
They were going on a vacation without me.
They had to leave me with someone else because they didn't want me to be alone in the house.
"Christine, come here!"
My dad called me with a wave of his hand.
I went over to them and stood between them.
They each gave me a kiss on my cheek and a hug.
"We love you, sweetie," My mom said as they let go of me.
"I love you too," I replied softly.
My dad patted the top of my head.
"Be good for Veronica, ok?" he told me.
I nodded my head and smiled at them.
They turned around and walked to their car.
My dad threw the last of their bags in the backseat and then they got in the front.
I watched as they drove away from the house.
I stood in the doorway until they were out of sight and then closed the front door.
The house felt different already.
It was quieter and emptier, but somehow it felt more confined.
I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.
I drank it down, trying to calm my nerves about spending a week alone with Veronica.
I looked at the clock on the microwave.
It was 2:45 PM.
She would be here in fifteen minutes.
I went upstairs to my room and checked that everything was tidy for her.
I didn't want to give her any reason to criticize me while she was here.
When I was done, I went back downstairs and sat on the couch.
I pulled my phone out and scrolled through it, watching the clock on the TV in the corner of my eye.
Every time I heard a car pass by, I tensed up, thinking it might be Veronica's car.
But none of them stopped at our house.
Until I heard the crunch of tires on the gravel in our driveway.
I looked out the living room window and saw a sleek black BMW pull up to a stop in front of the garage door.
I recognized it as Veronica's car.
She had told my mom she would be here at three o'clock.
I stood up from the couch and smoothed out my clothes before walking to the front door.
I peeked through the peephole and saw her looking at herself in the window reflection, adjusting her black tank top that was pulled tight over her large breasts.
She closed the car door and walked to the trunk to get her suitcase out.
She strutted up our walkway with her hips swaying from side to side, giving me a good view of her long legs in her tight, short leggings.
I counted to three so I didn't open the door too quickly and make it look like I was waiting for her.
As soon as I got to three, I opened it just as she was raising her hand to knock on it.