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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
"See you later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me a hug.
"Have a good time. Behave yourself."
"I will, Mom," I replied as I watched them load their luggage into the car.
They were going on vacation, and they had asked their friend Veronica to house sit.
I didn’t have a problem with that.
Veronica was nice enough.
She reminded me of my mom, except Veronica had striking blue hair that was currently up in a bun on top of her head.
"Ready to go, Mr. Windsor," my mom said as she opened the car door for my dad.
He smiled at me before getting into the car and starting the engine.
"Remember, Christine, you’re not eighteen yet, so no parties," my dad said through the open car window.
I rolled my eyes.
I stood in the driveway, watching as they backed out and turned around.
I watched as the red taillights grew smaller and smaller, then disappeared around the corner.
The sound of their engine faded into the quiet suburban morning.
My hand dropped down to my side as I watched their car disappear.
Behind me, I heard Veronica’s footsteps on the concrete driveway.
Then her hand rested on my shoulder.
Her touch lingered a little longer than necessary.
The sun was just starting to rise, and it warmed my face as I stood there listening to the sounds of the neighborhood waking up.
A dog barked somewhere nearby.
Sprinklers clicked in a yard down the street.
A lawnmower started up a few blocks away.
Veronica’s fingers squeezed my shoulder gently.
I shrugged her hand off and turned to face her.
She was standing close, and I could smell her perfume.
It was floral and expensive, like the kind my mom kept on her vanity.
Veronica was still smiling at me with that knowing smile, like we were sharing some secret I didn’t understand.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped backward toward the front door.
"We should probably go inside," I said, my voice coming out smaller than I intended.
Veronica followed me, her heels clicking on the driveway.
She reached past me to open the door herself, her arm brushing against mine as she did.