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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
I watched as my parents said their goodbyes before getting into the car and driving away.
They had left me in the care of their friend Veronica, a thing I was not pleased about, but I could do little about it.
Mom had insisted, and I knew that she would not have taken no for an answer.
Veronica had come over the night before to sleep over since my parents would be leaving at the crack of dawn.
I turned back after watching the car drive out of sight and walked back into the house, Veronica being there to welcome me.
"Hey sweetheart."
She was a striking woman with her blue hair up in a bun.
I followed her into the kitchen, where she had already started rummaging through the cabinets.
She pulled out a frying pan and a bowl, then started pulling out ingredients.
"I thought I would make us some breakfast. You sit down and watch me."
I sat down at the table, watching as she cracked eggs into the bowl.
"What do you do every day? Do you have any friends?"
She was moving around the kitchen, hips swaying.
"Uh, I go to school. I have a few friends."
She poured the eggs into the pan and began stirring them.
"Are you dating anyone?"
I shook my head.
"No."
She stopped what she was doing and leaned across the counter toward me.
Her eyes locked with mine, her tank top hanging loose.
The eggs sizzled in the pan, filling the silence between us.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, not sure where to look.
She reached past me for the salt shaker, brushing against my arm.
She smelled sweet, like perfume.
She took her time returning to the stove, hips swaying.
When she turned back to the eggs, she glanced over her shoulder at me and slowly licked her lips.
The spatula scraped against the pan as she flipped the omelette.
I realized then that this weekend was going to be anything but ordinary.
She placed the plate in front of me, then sat down beside me.
Her chair was too close, and I could feel her knee against mine under the counter.
She didn’t move it away, and I shifted uncomfortably.
I picked at my eggs, not sure what to do.
Her hand came down on my thigh, squeezing gently.
"You seem tense, sweetie."
She rubbed small circles with her thumb.
I sucked in a breath at the touch, my body reacting to her.
I stood up abruptly, plate half-finished, and moved to put it in the sink.
Veronica followed behind me, pressing against my back as I washed the plate.
"We should get to know each other better," she whispered into my neck.
I turned off the faucet, my mind racing with possibilities.
She gripped the edge of the sink beside me, her breath tickling my neck.
Her hands slid around my waist, fingers tracing along the hem of my shirt.
I gripped the plate, trying to keep my hands from shaking.
The water was still running, and I could barely hear anything over it.
I scrubbed at a spot on the plate, trying to distract myself from her touch.
She pressed closer against me, her chest flush with my back.
She hummed softly, and I felt her breath on my skin.
The plate slipped from my hands and clattered in the sink.
I stumbled away from the sink, my heart pounding.
I rushed upstairs to my room, Veronica calling after me with a playful laugh.
Her footsteps followed behind me, and I heard her door open and close.
I slammed my door shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
I could hear her sultry voice through the wood.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
The doorknob turned, and I realized too late that I had forgotten to lock it.
Veronica slipped inside, closing the door behind her.
She approached slowly, backing me toward my bed.
When my legs hit the mattress, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to sit.
She loomed over me, her hands still on my shoulders.
I sat rigidly, unsure of what to do.
My heart raced in my chest, pounding in my ears.
Her hand came up to my face, tracing my jawline with a fingertip.
The touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into her hand.
She leaned down, bringing her face close to mine.
Her blue hair fell forward, tickling my cheeks.
Her perfume surrounded me, sweet and intoxicating.
Her thumb brushed across my bottom lip, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking it.