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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, just the two of them.
They invited me, but I decided to stay here.
I love them and all, but I can't handle them bickering and fighting constantly. I've had enough of that for the past eighteen years.
They leave me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
She's going to stay in our house and keep an eye on it too.
I don't know her that well, but my mom trusts her completely, so I do too.
"Christine, come here!"
My mom calls from downstairs, and I rush to her.
"Here," she says, handing me a set of keys.
"What are these?"
I ask with furrowed brows.
"For outside and inside the house."
"Oh, okay."
I take them and put them in my bag.
My mom hugs me tightly, and tears shine in her eyes.
"I'm going to miss you so much," she tells me.
"I'll miss you too, Mom," I tell her back, hugging her.
"Take good care of yourself and yourself. Eat well."
She nods and smiles at me.
I help them put their luggage in the car and wave at them until they're out of sight.
Veronica is already in the house, and I watch her unpacking her suitcase in the guest room.
She bends over repeatedly, and I watch her ass in those leggings.
They're stretched to the limit, and I can see every curve of her body.
She takes out a few clothes and puts them in the dresser drawers.
I'm still standing by the doorway when she turns around.
She smirks at me, and I quickly look away, my face burning.
She pulls out a small red bikini and holds it up.
"For the pool," she says with a knowing look.
"Okay," I mumble.
"I have homework to do."
I retreat to my room and throw myself on the bed.
My heart is still racing.
I replay the scene with her in the guest room over and over in my head.
My phone buzzes, and I grab it.
It's a text from my mom: "Is everything okay there?"
I'm about to type a response when soft knocking on the door makes me freeze.
"Christine? The water's perfect right now," I hear Veronica say through the door.
Her voice has a playful tone to it.
I think of that red bikini and swallow.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, not knowing what to do.
Should I text my mom back, or should I answer the door?
The knocking comes again, more insistent this time.
I set my phone down and walk to the door.
I open it, and the world shifts beneath my feet.
Veronica stands in the doorway wearing that red bikini.
Her blue hair is loose around her shoulders, and my mouth goes dry.
She reaches out for my hand, and I try to step back, but she grabs it.
She interlocks her fingers with mine, her grip gentle but firm.
"Come on, don't be shy," she tells me and tugs me into the hallway.
I stumble after her, my bare feet dragging on the carpet.
The house feels too small, too hot.
My phone buzzes again in my room - probably my mom's follow-up text - but Veronica doesn't let me turn back.
She leads me down the stairs and to the glass doors to the backyard.
I trail behind her, my eyes fixed on her hips swaying in that bikini.
The thin straps cross her back, and I can see the toned muscles flexing with each step.
I follow her down the stairs and out into the backyard.
My gaze travels down her long legs, taking in how the bikini bottom hugs her ass.
She glances over her shoulder at me, and I quickly look away.
But not before catching the smirk on her face.
She slows her pace, still gripping my hand, making it impossible for me to look anywhere but at her body.
The glass doors to the backyard approach, sunlight streaming through and highlighting every curve of her figure.