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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 out of town for a few days.

They're visiting his sister and their family.

I'm not going with them.

I have to stay here with Veronica.

Mom says she's a friend of the family.

I've never seen her before, but she's hot.

I can't stop looking at her.

She has striking blue hair, like the color of the sky on a sunny day.

It's pulled back into a bun on top of her head, showing her long neck and accentuating her bluebell colored eyes.

Her shirt cups her breasts, which are bigger than my mom's and pushes them up to make her look even more voluptuous.

Her lips are red and sexy, shaped like a kiss.

"Christine, did you hear me?"

My mom asks.

"I'm sorry, I was looking at Veronica."

"I said we're going to be gone for a couple of days. Veronica is going to stay here and keep house. Okay?"

"Yes mom."

"I'm going to put you on speaker so your dad can say goodbye."

"Goodbye honey, I'm going to miss you," Dad says.

"I'm going to miss you too papa."

Even though he's on speakerphone, I can still hear the sadness in his voice.

"I'm going to miss you too," I say.

I hear the sound of a car door closing and then the engine starting.

"I'll talk to you later, Christine. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

I put my phone down on the couch cushion beside me and look around the living room.

I've been sitting here for a while, watching Veronica unpack in the guest room upstairs.

The sound of drawers opening and closing echoes through the house.

I pick up my phone again and hover over Mom's contact.

I'm not sure if I should text her about Veronica's comment about swimming in her bikini.

Veronica said it in a teasing way, but I don't know if she was joking or not.

I hear footsteps coming from upstairs and set my phone back down on the couch cushion.

Veronica comes down the stairs wearing a sheer robe over her tank top and leggings.

She walks past me into the kitchen, making sure to pass close enough that I can smell her perfume. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

She asks as she opens a bottle of red wine and pours two glasses.

"No thank you."

"Suit yourself."

Veronica leaned against the counter, swirling her glass. "You know, your mom didn't tell you everything about why I'm here."

I looked up, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"Let's just say there's more to this visit than just house-sitting."

She picked up both glasses of wine and walked over to me, the robe sliding down her shoulder and revealing her left arm.

She handed me one of the glasses, her fingers lingering against mine for a moment.

"Thank you."

I took a small sip of the wine, grimacing at the bitter taste.

Veronica chuckled and sat beside me on the couch, sipping her own glass.

She leaned close, her perfume enveloping me, making my head spin slightly.

"So, what's going on in your life?"

I shrugged, unsure how to answer.

Veronica laughed again.

"No boyfriends?"

"No," I said quietly, embarrassed that I'd never dated.

"Well, there's always time for that later."

Veronica's hand trailed down my arm as she stood up, blocking my path to the door. "I'm going to get changed."

"Okay."

I watched her walk away, her ass moving seductively in the leggings.

My head was fuzzy from the wine.

I didn't even know how much I drank before Veronica took my glass from me.

The room was spinning slightly when I tried to stand up.

"Whoa. Careful there."

Veronica said as she grabbed my arm and steadied me.