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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 out of town for a few days.
They're visiting his sister and their family in New York.
My dad's friend is going to stay here while they're away.
I'm not sure what she looks like, but mom said her hair was blue, so I should be able to recognize her.
"Christine, Mateo is waiting for you," my mom says, coming into my room.
"I'm coming mom," I tell her, saving my game before shutting it off.
I follow her down the hall to the front door where my dad is waiting with his bags by his side.
He has a small smile on his face as he looks at me.
"Hey kiddo," he tells me, pulling me into a hug.
"I love you," he whispers in my ear.
"I love you too dad," I say as he kisses my forehead.
Mom joins in the hug and whispers, "I love you too sweetie."
She pulls back and looks me in the eyes.
"You be good while we're away. I'll talk to you soon."
"Yes mom," I say.
She smiles and turns to dad.
"I love you," she tells him as they hug.
"I love you too," he replies.
They kiss before they pull back.
"Goodbye Christine," he says, waving at me before walking out the door with mom.
I watch them walk down the sidewalk, get in their car, and drive away.
After a few minutes, there's a knock on the door.
I walk to the door and look through the peephole.
A woman with blue hair is standing there with a suitcase beside her.
I open the door and she gives me a big smile as she walks inside.
I step back from the door and watch her wheel her suitcase into the living room.
She drops down on the couch, stretching out her legs in front of her.
The sun shining through the windows highlights her blue hair as it falls over her shoulder. She looks up at me standing by the entryway into the living room.
"You must be Christine," she says, smiling at me.
I nod my head yes, not sure what to say to her.
She looks out the window at the pool in our backyard before looking back at me with that same smile on her face.
My eyes dart between her and the pool outside before coming back to her face as she stands up from the couch and walks over to where I'm standing near the sliding glass door leading out to our backyard deck.
Her fingers trace over the glass as she looks out at our pool again.
I shift uncomfortably as she turns around with that same smile on her face that she had since she got here.
"Christine, do you know why your parents asked me to stay with you?" she asks, her voice soft but probing.
I shake my head, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and unease.
She leans in slightly, lowering her voice, "There's something they didn't tell you about the pool."
She turns around, walking back to the couch, her movements fluid and deliberate.
She drops down on the couch, looking at me with that same smile on her face.
The late afternoon sun shines through the sliding glass door, casting long shadows across the floor.
She raises her hand, palm up, waiting for me to come over.
I can't explain why, but I find myself drawn to her outstretched hand.
The pool's surface ripples in the background, reflecting fragments of light as I approach her.
The warmth of her skin against mine sends a shiver down my spine.
She gently tugs on my hand, leading me toward the door.
"Christine, your parents didn't just want me here to keep an eye on you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
I furrow my brow, trying to understand what she's implying.
"They needed someone who knows how to handle what's in the pool," she reveals, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.