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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 feel a thrill of excitement.
It's my first time being away from them, and even though it's just for a week, I feel like an adult.
I turn back to find Veronica watching me with an appreciative smile.
She's striking, with blue hair pulled back into a bun, and a black dress that hugs her curves.
"Want to freshen up before we decide what to do?"
She suggests, her eyes roaming over me.
"Sure," I reply, feeling a little self-conscious.
I head up the stairs, aware of her gaze following me.
In my room, I quickly wash my face and change into comfy clothes.
I feel a little shy about returning downstairs, but I remind myself that Veronica is a friend of the family.
Heading back down, I find her in the kitchen, sipping a drink that looks like it has alcohol in it.
"Is that wine?"
I ask curiously.
"Yes," she replies, holding it up to gaze at it.
"Wine. I brought it with me, but I'd be happy to share."
I hesitate, watching as she pours some of the dark red liquid into a second glass.
She slides it toward me, her smile knowing.
"Thanks," I say, picking it up carefully.
The glass is heavy and delicate in my hand, and the wine looks expensive.
It catches the afternoon light streaming through the window.
Veronica watches me closely as I take a sip, and I try not to grimace at the burning sensation in my throat.
"Good girl," she murmurs, moving closer until her shoulder brushes mine.
Her perfume is sweet and heavy.
I take a few more sips, feeling the wine spreading through my body.
Veronica refills my glass without asking, and I drink again, feeling lightheaded.
"I'm so glad you're here," she says, running her fingers over my arm.
"Let's move to the backyard patio. It's such a lovely night."
She grabs the bottle of wine and leads me outside, where we settle onto cushioned lounge chairs.
The night air is warm and filled with the scent of flowers, and I feel relaxed in Veronica's presence.
She slides her chair closer to mine until our shoulders are touching.
"You know, I used to be a model," she says, watching me closely.
"It was a long time ago, but I loved it."
She tells me stories about her time as a model, each one punctuated by urging me to drink more.
The stars blur above us as I take another sip from my third glass of wine. "I have more inside," she whispers, leaning in close.
Her fingers brush my arm again as she smiles at me.
I nod, gripping my glass tightly.