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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 never met her before, but my mom says she's cool.
I'm not sure about that, judging by her hair, which is dyed a brilliant blue and pulled up into a bun on top of her head.
She's wearing a tight black tank top and high-waisted jeans, and when she walks, her hips sway seductively.
She kisses my parents goodbye and then turns to me.
"Hey, Christine. How was your day?"
I shrug, feeling a little wary.
"I guess it was fine."
"Do you have any plans for tonight?"
"Not really."
"Well, I was thinking about having a little get-together. Just a few close friends. Would you like to attend?"
I'm not sure.
I don't know Veronica's friends, and I'm not really in the mood to meet new people.
But I don't want to be rude either.
"Okay," I say finally.
"Thanks for inviting me."
"No need to thank me, darling. I'm just looking forward to getting to know you better."
She smiles at me, and for a moment, I feel like she's flirting with me.
But that's crazy.
Of course she's not flirting with me.
Veronica is a friend of my mom's, and she's clearly an adult.
She heads into the kitchen and begins pulling out wine glasses and snack bowls.
She hands me a stack of plates.
"Can you arrange these on the coffee table?"
I take the plates and set them down.
Veronica pulls out her phone and starts playing some music - something sultry with a heavy beat.
She turns to me and smiles as I bend over to arrange the plates on the table.
"You're such a good helper."
She comes over to me, and I feel a little uneasy as she moves close to me.
She reaches for one of the napkins I placed on the table, adjusting its position.
Her fingers brush against mine, sending shivers through my body.
The touch lingers longer than necessary, and for a moment, I'm frozen in place.
I finish arranging the last plate and step back from the table.
Veronica heads to the living room and dims the lights.
She pulls out her phone again and plays some different music - this time, it's slower and more sensual.
The bass thumps through the floor, making my body vibrate.
She turns to me, her eyes gleaming in the dim light.
She moves closer to me, her hips swaying in time with the music.
I feel a little nervous as she approaches, but I try not to show it.
She reaches out and touches my hair, tugging on a strand that's fallen out of place.
"You look tense," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
I shiver at the sensation of her breath on my skin.
She takes my hand and guides me over to the couch.
Her fingers trail down my arm as she sits next to me.
The doorbell chimes, making me jump.
Veronica's lips curl into a knowing smile as she stands up.
"Let's see who else is joining our little party," she says, her voice a low purr.
She walks slowly to the door, her hips swaying in time with the music.
I stay frozen on the couch, watching her as she reaches out for the doorknob.
Her hand rests on it for a moment, but then she turns back to me.
The dim light catches her blue hair, making it glow like a beacon.
The doorbell chimes again, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Veronica abandons the door and stalks back over to where I sit.
She places both hands on the couch behind me, caging me in.
The bass from the music thrums through the cushions, making my body vibrate.
She leans down close to me, her face inches from mine.
Her eyes are locked on mine, and I feel like prey caught in a predator's sights.
The doorbell chimes a third time, but neither of us moves.
The music pulses around us, and I can feel my heart pounding in time with the beat.
The doorbell's insistent ringing fades into the background as Veronica's face hovers inches from mine.
Her perfume is overpowering, filling my senses and making my head spin.
I can feel her breath on my skin, hot and heavy.
My chest tightens with each ragged breath I take.
Through the window, I see headlights sweeping across the yard, illuminating the pool's rippling surface.
The escape route triggers an idea in my mind.
I reach up and grasp Veronica's wrist, surprising her.
"Let's ditch whoever's at the door," I whisper, nodding toward the sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard.
Her eyes widen with intrigue as she looks at me.
I guide her hand away from the couch, and we both rise slowly to our feet.
Veronica's eyes gleam with mischief as she glances toward the door, then back at me.
"You're full of surprises tonight," she murmurs, a playful edge in her voice.
I shrug, trying to mask my own excitement. "Sometimes you just have to follow the music."