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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 leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I've never met her before, but my mom says she's cool and will take good care of me until they get back.
Veronica shows up just as they're packing the last of their luggage into the trunk of their car.
"Hey!"
My mom hugs her.
"Sorry we're running a bit behind."
"No worries, darling," Veronica says as she hugs my dad next.
Then her eyes land on me with a smile.
"And this must be Christine," she says.
I nod, feeling a little shy.
I don't know much about Veronica, other than what my mom's told me, which isn't a whole lot.
She has striking blue hair, which I'm not sure is natural or not.
It's pulled up into a bun on top of her head.
She's wearing a tight white t-shirt and high-waisted jeans, and black boots with a low heel.
"Come on, I'll show you your room," I say.
Veronica follows me upstairs to the guest bedroom, rolling her suitcase behind her.
She sets it down on the bed and unzips it, revealing neatly folded clothes.
As she unpacks, she hands me items to put away in the dresser drawers.
Most of the clothes are dark colors like black and purple, and there are silky nightgowns that feel nice in my hands as I place them in a drawer.
Then there's lacy underwear that makes me feel a little embarrassed.
And then there's a small black bikini that makes my face flush with heat as I put it in another drawer.
Each time she hands me something, our fingers brush together, which feels kind of strange but nice at the same time.
"So what have you been up to lately?"
Veronica asks as she hangs some shirts in the closet.
"I've just been traveling around," she says.
"Seeing different parts of the world."
"Where did you go?"
I ask, placing some jeans in a drawer.
"Oh, here and there. You know," she says with a shrug.
"It's been nice to relax after work."
"What do you do for work?"
I ask, putting away some of her t-shirts. "I'm an artist," Veronica says as she takes out a small wrapped package from her suitcase.
"Of sorts."
She quickly closes her suitcase when she sees me looking at the package.
"That's private."
I nod, feeling a bit curious.
"Is it something you're working on now?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
Veronica hesitates for a moment before replying, "Let's just say it's a project that involves more than just paint and canvas."
After she's unpacked, Veronica suggests we go down to the living room and relax.
She sprawls on the couch, her tank top riding up to show her midriff as she stretches like a cat.
I sit in the armchair, trying not to stare at her.
"So, Christine," she says with a smile.
"Tell me about yourself. What do you do for fun?"
"I don't really do much of anything," I admit.
Veronica raises an eyebrow.
"You're a pretty girl. Do you have a boyfriend?"
I shake my head.
"No.""Never had one?" she asks, leaning forward with interest.
"No."Veronica bites her lip thoughtfully.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?"
I nod, feeling a bit shy.
"Yes."
"But that's it?"
I nod again, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Well," Veronica says with a smile.
"I was pretty wild in college. I dated lots of guys."
She gets up from the couch and comes over to sit on the arm of my chair.
Her fingers brush against my shoulder as she leans close to whisper in my ear. "I've done things you wouldn't believe, darling."
The scent of her perfume fills my nose and makes me feel a little dizzy.
Veronica slides closer to me, tracing circles on my arm with her fingertips.