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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
My parents are going on vacation, just the two of them.
They left me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I know Veronica, she's a good acquaintance of my mom's.
I remember her being beautiful and charming, and she always had this striking scent that lingered long after she was gone.
"Christine, come down for dinner."
Veronica's voice rings out from the kitchen.
I finish putting away the last of my clothes and make my way down to meet her.
When I enter the kitchen, I’m surprised to see Veronica standing at the counter in a tank top and sleep shorts.
She has her hair up in a bun, and I can’t help but stare at her bare shoulders and exposed skin as she turns to face me.
"Hey sweetie," she says with a warm smile.
"Why don’t you come sit down and I’ll get us some food?"
I take a seat at the table and watch her as she moves around the kitchen.
She’s beautiful, there’s no denying that, but there’s something else about her that draws you in.
Veronica sets a plate in front of me and then takes a seat beside me.
I watch her as she begins to eat, her fork moving in and out of her mouth.
She’s wearing the same perfume she always wears, and it fills the air around us.
It’s a mix of vanilla and something else that I can’t quite place.
The scent is intoxicating, and I find myself leaning in closer to her as I eat.
"Christine, you’re being a little too close," Veronica says with a laugh.
"I’m sorry," I reply, pulling back in my chair.
"It’s just that you smell so good."
Veronica smiles at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I’m glad you like it," she says, leaning in closer to me.
"Want to know my secret?"
I nod eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest.
Veronica leans back in her chair, reaching into her pocket to pull out a small glass vial.
The amber liquid inside catches the light from the kitchen, and I watch as she rolls it between her fingers.
My eyes follow her hand as she uncaps the vial and dabs a drop behind her ear.
The scent of vanilla grows stronger, and my mouth waters in response.
Veronica notices my reaction and slides closer to me, her knee touching mine under the table.
Our dinner sits forgotten in front of us as she holds the vial out to me.
Her fingers brush against my palm as she places it in my hand, and I clutch the warm glass tightly.
"Christine, this isn't just perfume," Veronica whispers, her voice low and inviting.
"It's a family recipe, passed down for generations, and it does more than just smell good."
I stare at the vial, my curiosity piqued, and ask, "What else does it do?"
