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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, and they have entrusted me to the care of their friend, Veronica.
I am not familiar with this woman, but my mother says she is a good person.
Veronica is beautiful, seductive even.
She has striking blue hair, which she wears in a bun on top of her head, and a trim figure.
She’s not as petite as I am, but she’s not that tall either.
I am not sure how old she is, but I guess early thirties.
She smiles at me, and I smile back.
My father gives me one last hug before he leaves with my mom.
"Take good care of yourself, Christine," he says, looking at Veronica.
"I trust you will."
I stand in the doorway as they drive away.
The evening sun casts long shadows across our driveway, and I lower my hand when their car disappears around the corner.
Behind me, I hear Veronica’s footsteps on the hardwood floor as she approaches.
My heart beats a little faster when her hand lands on my shoulder.
It’s warm and firm, and I feel it all the way to my core.
"Come on," she says, guiding me to turn around.
I catch a whiff of her perfume—it smells like vanilla—and then the front door clicks shut behind me.
Her fingers trace down my arm, making me shiver despite the warm air.
"So," she says in a low voice, "what should we do first?"
I meet her gaze, and for the first time, I feel like anything could happen.
I lead Veronica to the living room and gesture for her to sit on the couch.
I’m still trying to process what she said about swimming.
She plops down on the leather couch and pats the spot next to her.
I hesitate for a moment before I sit down, keeping my distance from her.
Her hand reaches for the TV remote, and her tank top rides up as she stretches.
I catch a glimpse of smooth skin and feel my cheeks heat up.
She flips through Netflix, pausing on various shows before she turns to me with a smile.
"How about something mature? You’re eighteen now," she says, scooting closer until her thigh touches mine.
The AC hums in the background, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
"Veronica, why did my parents really ask you to watch over me?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
She chuckles softly, her eyes glinting with something I can't quite place.
"They wanted me to help you discover a few things about yourself," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.