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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 out of town for a few weeks and they asked their friend Veronica to watch me while they're gone.
I don't know her all that well, but my mom seems to trust her.
I was setting my bags on the floor near the front door when she walked in, shaking hands with my dad and kissing my mom on the cheek.
"Safe travels, you two," she said, turning to me and smiling.
"Hey there. I never got your name."
"Christine," I said, feeling a little awkward.
She had striking blue hair, which I guessed was about shoulder-length when it was let down from the tight bun she had it twisted into.
She was hot, in a older woman kind of way.
At least thirty, but kind of ageless at the same time.
Some women are just naturally sexy, and Veronica was one of them.
"I'm going to put my things away. Have a safe trip, Mateo," she said, turning to my dad.
"Daddy," I said, hugging his waist and looking up at him.
He smiled and hugged me back tightly.
"I'll miss you, baby girl. Be good for Veronica," he said, kissing the side of my forehead before turning to my mom and pulling her hand so he could lead her out the door.
I watched them go, then followed Veronica upstairs.
She was wearing a tight tank top and leggings that showed off her ass and legs.
Her hips swayed as she walked, drawing my attention to her body.
I followed her to my room, watching as she pushed the door open and walked around inside.
She ran her fingers along my dresser, then stopped in front of the window to look out at the backyard.
I set my bag down on the floor, unsure of what to do while she looked around my room.
She turned back to me and smiled, walking over to where I stood in the doorway.
She reached past me and shut the door, then moved over to sit on the edge of my bed.
She patted the space next to her, inviting me to sit down.
My heart raced as I hesitated for a second, then slowly walked over to sit next to her. "So this is your room," she said, looking around again.
"I've never been in here before."
"Yeah," I said quietly.
She stood up and walked over to my dresser, picking up a framed photo of me and my parents from last summer.
"Such a sweet family," she said, placing it back down and moving over to examine the photos on my wall. She reached up and ran her fingers along the edge of one of them, smiling softly at whatever memory it brought back for her.
I sat on the bed quietly, unsure of what to do while she looked around my room like that.
Eventually she turned back around and walked over to sit next to me again.
"So how old are you now?" she asked, turning sideways so she could look at me more easily.
"Sixteen," I replied quietly.
"Sixteen," she repeated softly.
"You're growing up so fast."
She reached out and brushed some hair behind my ear, smiling at me warmly.
"Are you going to miss your parents?"
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"They're gone a lot."
"Well I'm here now. You don't have to be lonely."
She leaned forward slightly so that our faces were closer together. "You know... If you want... You can sleep in here with me tonight."
She reached out and brushed some more hair behind my ear, smiling softly at me.
"Would you like that?"
"I'd love that."
She smiled softly, her eyes sparkling as she brushed more hair back from my face.
Her fingers grazed my neck and shoulder, sending shivers through me.
"What's your daily routine like while they're gone?" she asked, sitting back down on the bed and patting the space next to her again.
I sat back down beside her, feeling a little shy about being so close.
"Mostly online classes. Sometimes I go shopping or see friends."
"You don't have to worry about that stuff now," she said, reaching over and playing with a lock of my hair.
I felt my skin tingle at the casual touch, but tried not to pull away.
"What do you want to do today?" she asked, looking into my eyes.
"I don't know... What did you want to do?"
"Well... I'm going to be here for a few weeks. I think it would be fun if we could spend some of that time together."
Her hand rested on my knee as she spoke, trailing up my thigh before she pulled it away.
"What do you think?"
"It sounds good," I replied quietly.
"Good," she said softly, reaching out to brush some more hair behind my ear.
"Hey... Can I ask something?"
"Sure..."
"Are you lonely? Your parents are gone a lot. Do you ever feel like you're alone?"
"Yeah... sometimes."
"I'm sorry."
She reached out and pulled me into a hug. "That's okay..."
I mumbled against her shoulder.
She smelled nice, but her perfume was strong enough that it overwhelmed me after a minute.
I pulled back from the hug after a few seconds, smiling awkwardly.
She kept her arms around me, rubbing circles on my back with her hands.
"You're so soft," she said quietly.
"I love your skin. It feels so nice under my hands."
"Umm... thanks," I replied quietly, unsure of how to respond.
"We should go downstairs and have dinner. It's getting late."
"Actually, there's something I need to tell you first," Veronica said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
I looked at her, curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in her tone.
"I'm not just here to watch over you; your parents asked me to keep an eye on something else—something they didn't want you to know about."