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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've left me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I don't know her very well, but my mom seems to trust her.
As I watch them leave, I can't help but feel a little excited.
It's nice to have a little freedom.
Veronica is beautiful, with striking blue hair in a bun and full red lips.
She's sexy in a way that my mom will never be.
After they're gone, Veronica turns to me.
"Well, Christine, it's just us girls now. What would you like to do?"
I shrug.
"I don't know."
She smiles mischievously.
"Let's get drunk."
I’m only 21, so I’ve never had alcohol before.
But why not?
It’s just us girls, and my parents aren’t around to tell me no.
We spend all day drinking cocktails by the pool and soaking up the sun.
I can feel the effects of the alcohol warming my body and loosening my inhibitions.
Veronica is easy to talk to, and I find myself confiding in her about all sorts of things.
As we change into evening clothes and start drinking more, I start to feel even more carefree.
We’re having dinner in the kitchen when Veronica starts flirting with me.
At first, I think she’s just joking around.
But as the night wears on, I start to feel lightheaded and confused.
I can feel her hand brushing against mine as she reaches for the wine bottle.
She’s making suggestive comments about how I look in my new dress, and I feel my cheeks flushing.
The kitchen suddenly feels too warm and too small.
I stand up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.
"I need some air," I mumble, stumbling slightly as I make my way to the back door.
Veronica calls after me, but I pretend not to hear her.
The door handle is cool under my palm as I push it open and step out onto the back patio.
The night air is crisp and sobering, a stark reminder of the boundaries I must not cross.
I grip the railing of the porch, my head spinning as crickets chirp in the darkness.
My phone feels heavy in the pocket of my dress.
I pull it out and fumble with the screen, almost dropping it twice before finding Sarah's contact.
Behind me, I hear Veronica's footsteps approaching the door, then stopping.
The dial tone rings once, twice.
"Come back inside, Christine," she calls softly.
My fingers tremble as I press the phone closer to my ear, stepping further into the shadows of the porch.
The voice on the other end is a familiar one - Sarah's voicemail greeting.
"Christine, are you okay?" Veronica's voice is gentle, but there's an edge to it that makes my skin prickle.
"I'm fine," I reply, trying to sound steadier than I feel.
"Look, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she says, her tone shifting to something more sincere.