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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
"Will you be ok, sweetie?" my mom asked.
I looked up at her from the book I was reading on the couch and nodded.
"Yes, mom. I’ll be fine."
My parents—well, really just my dad, but my mom was going along with it out of spite for my older brother—were leaving me alone for two weeks while they went on vacation in Hawaii.
They would have taken me with them, but I couldn’t go because I had to start my junior year of high school early the next week.
My dad didn’t want to leave me by myself at the age of 16, especially with my older brother away at college, so they hired Veronica to house sit and to keep an eye on me.
I watched as Veronica unpacked her things in the guest room.
It was getting close to dinner time, and my stomach was growling.
Veronica was putting her clothes away in the drawers of the dresser.
She was arranging them meticulously, with each item folded perfectly and placed in a drawer.
She was humming to herself as she worked.
The sun was setting outside, casting long shadows through the window.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was 6:30 PM.
I leaned against the doorframe of the room, trying to decide what we were going to do for dinner.
My mom hadn’t left any prepared meals for us, so we would have to order something or go out.
The kitchen was empty except for Veronica’s purse on the counter.
Veronica pulled out a lacy nightgown from her suitcase and held it up against herself, turning from side to side in front of the mirror.
She moved slowly and deliberately, making sure I could see what she had on underneath. "Um, do you want to order a pizza or something?"
I asked, clearing my throat to get her attention.
She turned around, smiling at me with a sly look on her face.
She walked over to me, stopping right in front of me and looking up at me with a smile that seemed calculated.
"How about we make a deal instead?" Veronica suggested, her voice low and conspiratorial.
"A deal?" I replied, my curiosity piqued despite the unease creeping in.
"Yeah," she said, leaning closer, "I know something about your brother that might interest you."
I stepped back from her, but she followed me, backing me into the hallway.
She was wearing a lot of perfume, and the scent was almost overwhelming in the small space.
She leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial.
"Last summer, I saw him sneaking girls into his room. I bet you would love to know all about it."
Veronica said, tracing her finger down my arm as she spoke.
"I can tell you all about it if you let me give you a makeover first," she added.
I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
Veronica was known for being a little bit wild and unpredictable.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get mixed up in any of her schemes.
But at the same time, I couldn’t help but be curious about what she had seen.
"Come on, sweetie," Veronica said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the room with her.
"I have just the thing for you." She opened her suitcase and started digging through her clothes.
I watched as she pulled out a dress that was shorter than anything I would ever wear.
It was black and made of a stretchy material that hugged her curves in all the right places.
"Here," Veronica said, holding the dress up against me and smiling.
"This is perfect for you."
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at myself in the mirror.
The dress was too short and revealing for my taste, but Veronica seemed to think it was perfect for me.
She pulled out a pair of heels that were too high for my comfort zone and handed them to me.
"Put these on," she said with a smile.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of an unexpected summer pressing down on me.