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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, and they've left me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I don't know her very well, but my mom seems to trust her.
As I watch them leave, I feel a thrill of excitement.
It's my first time being away from them, and even though it's just for a week, I feel like an adult.
I turn back to find Veronica watching me with an appreciative gaze.
She's striking, with blue hair pulled back into a bun and a figure that curves in all the right places.
"Want to go get some drinks, kiddo?"
She raises an eyebrow at me, and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks.
"Uh, I don't think my parents would like that," I tell her.
She chuckles and pats my arm.
"Well, they're not here, are they? Come on," she teases, turning toward the kitchen.
I follow her, feeling a little uncertain.
As we reach the kitchen, she opens the fridge and pulls out two beers.
"Want one?"
She offers me one, and I hesitate.
I've never had alcohol before, but I'm curious... and Veronica seems trustworthy.
"Okay," I say finally, taking the cold bottle from her.
Veronica grins at me and twists hers open.
As she does, her grip slips and the bottle falls to the ground with a loud crash.
We both stare at the broken glass, the spilled beer spreading across the tile.
She steps carefully around the mess, her bare feet avoiding the sharp fragments.
I'm about to grab some paper towels to clean up when she reaches into the fridge and pulls out two more bottles.
Setting them on the counter, she turns to me and smiles.
"Want to try again?"
I nod, still feeling a little uneasy.
She hands me one of the fresh bottles, positioning my thumb on the edge.
I twist it with a satisfying hiss.
The cap comes off and I set it aside, looking at her for approval.
She does the same, but this time maintains a firm grip on the bottle cap as it flies off.
Then she raises her bottle toward mine.
"Cheers to new experiences," she says, clinking her bottle against mine with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I take a sip, the bitter taste surprising me, and she watches my reaction closely.
"You know," Veronica begins, leaning against the counter, "your parents never told you why they really left, did they?"
I set my beer down on the counter, the taste still lingering on my tongue.
Veronica takes another long sip, her blue eyes fixed on me over the bottle's rim.
She leans against the counter, her tank top riding up slightly as she does.
"Your parents," she starts, then pauses to take another drink.
"They're not really on vacation."
My stomach tightens as she inches closer.
The spilled beer from her dropped bottle seeps toward my feet, but I stay rooted in place.
She reaches out, her fingers brushing my arm.
"They're at a special clinic. Your mom, she's been keeping secrets."