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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

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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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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."

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, and they've hired Veronica to watch their house.

Our house.

I guess that means she'll be watching me too.

I never met her before, but my mom said she was a good friend, so I should do as she tells me.

Dad shakes my hand.

"Be good, Christine. We'll be back before you know it."

Mom hugs me.

"We love you. And don't worry. Veronica is watching over you."

Watching over me?

Mom's words are strange, but I don't think much of them.

I wave goodbye as they enter the taxi and head to the airport.

Then I carry my bag inside, where Veronica is putting away alcohol.

"Hey, girl. Need some help?"

"No, thank you. I've got it."

"You must be Christine. It's nice to meet you."

She turns to me, and I can't help staring at her hair.

It's a striking blue in a bun on her head.

I've never seen hair like that before.

"Hello, Christine. Would you like some juice?"

"Yes, thank you."

I follow her to the kitchen and sit at the island while she pours me juice.

She's very pretty.

I wonder how old she is.

"Why did my parents hire you to watch the house?"

She leans against the counter, her tank top riding up slightly as she reaches for her own glass of juice.

The kitchen seems smaller with her here.

"They're old friends."

"How did you meet them?"

"We were in college together. We were friends in a sorority and had a lot of fun together."

Her eyes never leave mine.

"What kind of fun?"

"Oh, you know. Parties, boys, and dancing. Your mom was wild back then."

She chuckles.

"I'm sure she's told you all about it."

"No."

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"I'm sure she will. We've stayed close over the years. I was there when your parents got married."

She takes a drink of juice, watching me closely.

"Would you like to see some pictures?"

"No, thank you."

I'm not sure why she's watching me so closely.

She walks around the island and stands next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Your mom trusts me with her life."

I shift away from her touch and stand up.

My legs are a little shaky, but I make my way to the sliding glass door.

The juice she gave me is half-finished on the counter.

"I'm going to check the pool temperature."

She leans against the kitchen island, still talking about my mom's college days.

I grab the pool testing kit from the cabinet and fumble with the latch.

Finally, it opens, and I grab the kit.

The sliding glass door sticks when I push it open, but I finally get it open.

The evening air hits my face as I walk out into the backyard.

Behind me, Veronica's voice carries through the open door.