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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, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.
My parents are going to be away for a week, and they've asked their friend Veronica to come and live in the house to keep me company.
"Have a good trip, mum," I said as I hugged her back and waved at my dad.
They drove off in their car, and I stood there until I could no longer see the taillights.
Then I went back into the house and found Veronica in the kitchen.
She had changed into a shorts skirt that showed off her amazing body.
Her hair, which was a striking blue, was in a bun on her head.
I don't know why my parents trusted her so much, but I guess they must have their reasons.
"Are you hungry, Christine?"
I nodded, and she opened the fridge.
She bent down to look inside, and I couldn't help but stare at her ass.
She stood up and pulled out some eggs, cheese, and vegetables.
She set them on the counter and then started preparing them.
The kitchen filled with the smell of sizzling food, and I could hear the sound of her hips swaying as she worked.
She slid a plate of food across the counter to me, and I started eating.
"Enjoy your meal," she said, leaning forward on her elbows so I could see down her tank top.
It was a little hard to swallow with her staring at me like that, but I managed to choke it down.
"Veronica, why are you really here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Your parents didn't tell you, did they? I'm not just here to babysit."
"What do you mean?" I pressed, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.
"I'm here to take care of you, in every way you need."
She winked at me, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
I pushed my plate away, feeling like I'd lost my appetite.
Veronica started cleaning up the kitchen, humming to herself as she worked.
She moved her hips in time with the beat, and I couldn't help but watch her.
She caught me staring, and a sly smile spread across her face.
She dropped the sponge on the floor and bent down slowly to pick it up.
I looked away, trying not to make eye contact.
But I could feel her gaze on me, and I knew she was watching me.
She came over to where I was sitting at the counter and placed her hands on my shoulders.
"You're so tense," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin.
I tried to stand up, but she kept me in place with her firm grip.
"Relax, Christine," she murmured, "this week is going to change everything."