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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 met her a few times.
She's really nice and beautiful.
Her hair is an awesome shade of blue and she has a killer body.
"Christine, this is Veronica. She's going to be staying at the house while we're away. You can reach her if you need anything," my mom tells me.
"Hi."
I wave a little more than half of my body since I'm sitting down.
She smiles and shakes my hand.
"Hello, darling. It's nice to meet you," she tells me, her gaze running down my body.
I look down at myself, realizing that I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a top with no bra on.
Oops!"Thanks for watching her. I know it's a lot to ask," my mom tells her.
"It's no problem at all. I'll get to spend some quality time with this cutie," she tells her, smiling down at me as she squeezes my shoulder.
"Be good for Veronica, okay?" my dad tells me.
"I will, Dad," I tell him, feeling a little excited about being on my own for the first time.
I'm eighteen, so I'm not a baby anymore.
Veronica has a suitcase with her, which she takes to the guest room across the hall from my room.
She sets it on the bed and opens it up, pulling out some clothes and hanging them in the closet.
I sit on my bed, flipping through TV channels.
The house is so empty without my parents here.
I'm not sure I like it.
The silence makes me uncomfortable.
I keep looking over at the door to Veronica's room, wondering when she'll come out.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she does.
She closes her suitcase and sets it in the corner of the room, then turns to walk out into the hallway.
"Hey, um, would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?" I ask her.
She turns around and smiles slyly at me as she pulls out a silky nightgown from her suitcase.
"Sure, baby. Let me change and I'll be right there," she tells me, closing her door.
I go into the living room and sit on the couch.
A few minutes later, Veronica comes out of her room in a silky nightgown that shows off her cleavage and her thighs.
She walks over to the couch and sits down beside me, pressing her thigh against mine.
"Let's see what's on," she says, grabbing the remote and scrolling through movie options.
The living room feels stuffy tonight, even with the AC on.
I'm hyperaware of every move she makes as we look through movies together.
"How about this one?" she asks, pointing to a horror film.
"Sounds good," I tell her.
She leans over me to grab the remote from the coffee table, pressing her breasts against my arm as she does so.
Her perfume is intoxicating.
I watch as she straightens up and hands me the remote. "You can play it," she tells me.
I press play, then sit back against the couch as the opening scene plays.
Veronica leans back beside me, pulling her legs up onto the couch so that they're pressed against mine.
She puts her hand on my knee and starts tracing circles on it with her fingertip.
I try to focus on the movie as it plays, but I'm distracted by her touch.
Her touch lingers, leaving me wondering what this weekend might bring.
The movie reaches the climax and the characters are running away from the monster.
Suddenly, the screen goes black.
I reach for my phone to use the flashlight, but Veronica's hand grips my thigh.
Thunder rumbles outside.
I hadn't even realized there was a storm going on.
I turn my phone light on, shining it at the TV.
"Looks like the power is out," I tell her.
Veronica leans over me, pressing her breasts against my arm as she whispers in my ear, "Maybe we should go check the breaker box. It's in the basement."
Her breath tickles my earlobe and I shiver at her touch.
She sits back up, pulling her silky nightgown over her thighs as she does so.
She stands, brushing her arm against mine as she does so.
I stand too, following her into the kitchen and through the door that leads down to the basement.
The stairs creak beneath our feet as we walk down them. The basement is dark except for the light from my phone.
It's small and intimate down here.
I can smell Veronica's perfume and feel her body heat as we stand close together.
She stops at the bottom of the stairs suddenly, making me bump into her back.
She turns around and smiles slyly at me before reaching out and taking my hand in hers.
I shine my phone light around the basement, showing her the laundry machines and the shelving units.
Another flash of lightning illuminates the small window at the top of the wall, showing us the stormy night outside.
I notice something odd about the wall behind one of the shelving units.
Veronica follows my gaze and walks over to it, pulling me with her.
We push boxes and old sports equipment off of the shelving unit, revealing faint lines in the concrete that form a rectangle.
Veronica runs her fingers along the edges of it, then stops at one corner.
She presses down on it and there's a soft click.
The section of wall swings inward, revealing a musty smell that wafts out into the room.