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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, so they leave me in Veronica's care.
Mom is chatting with her while Dad puts their bags in the trunk of the car.
I can't help but stare at Veronica's striking blue hair, which is tied up in a bun.
She's a friend of my mom's, and she's also going to look after the house.
"My dear, you'll be all right with Veronica. We'll be back in a week. Be good," my mom tells me with a kiss on my forehead.
"Have a good trip, dear. I’ll take proper care of Christine and your house," Veronica says, smiling seductively at my dad.
He gives her a brief smile before he hugs me and tells me the same things as my mom.
Then they get into the car and drive away.
I watch until they're out of sight before I turn back to the house.
Veronica is already going inside, so I follow her.
She stops in the kitchen and turns around with that same seductive smile.
"Can you get me a drink, Christine?"
"Sure," I say, walking over to the fridge.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Something hard."
I look at her questioningly.
"Do you have any vodka?"
"Oh... um... I think so," I say, looking in the liquor cabinet.
"I’m not sure where it is though."
I search through the cabinet, pushing aside bottles of wine and whiskey until I find the vodka in the back behind some old scotch.
I take out the clear bottle and turn around to see Veronica watching me intently from her position at the kitchen counter.
Her fingers are drumming against the marble surface.
I get a glass from the cupboard and fill it with ice before pouring in the vodka.
The bottle is heavy and cold in my hands.
Veronica's eyes never leave me as I pour her drink.
When I'm done, I slide the glass toward her.
She takes a long sip, then sets it down with a satisfied sigh.
Her eyes follow mine as I stare at her glass, the ice cubes clinking against each other.
My fingers trace the neck of the vodka bottle, still cold from the freezer.
"Want to try?" she asks, pushing her glass toward me.
I hesitate for a moment, remembering Mom's strict rules about alcohol.
Veronica laughs softly and gets another glass from the cabinet.
"Come on, live a little. Your parents won't know."
She reaches for the bottle, her blue hair falling loose as she leans forward to pour a smaller measure of vodka over the ice.
The clear liquid splashes against the sides of the glass, and I take it from her hand, feeling its weight in my palm.
I raise the glass to my lips, feeling the chill seep through my skin as I take a cautious sip.