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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 left me in Veronica's care.
I don't know her that much, but my mom said she was her friend.
Veronica is hot.
I know that word isn't really something a daughter should say about an older woman, but it's the truth.
She has this crazy amazing body, and I'm pretty sure she isn't wearing a bra.
Her hair is this crazy blue color in a bun on her head, and she's painting her nails a similar color.
"Um. Do you need any help?"
I asked her.
She looked up at me and smiled seductively.
"Nope. I think we're good. Want something to drink?"
"Uh. Yeah sure," I said sitting down at the kitchen table.
I was kind of hungry, but I wasn't sure if I should ask her for anything to eat as well.
Maybe she didn't want my parents wasting her money on food for me.
"Would you like a sandwich or something?"
She asked me.
I guess she read my mind.
"That would be awesome. Thank you," I said as she got up and walked over to the fridge.
As she bent over to get some meat, I couldn't help but stare at her ass.
It was huge and looked amazing in the tight jeans she was wearing.
I shifted in my chair.
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she moved around the kitchen.
She reached up to grab some bread from the cabinet, and her tank top rode up a little, showing me a strip of toned stomach.
My mouth felt dry.
"You look really good," I said before I could stop myself.
She turned around and gave me a knowing smile.
She walked over to where I was sitting and set the ingredients for my sandwich on the counter, but she didn't go back to making it like I expected her to.
Instead, she leaned against the table next to my chair.
She ran her finger along my shoulder as she leaned down close to me.
"You're sweet," she purred in my ear.
"But you shouldn't say things like that unless you mean them."
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"I do mean it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Veronica straightened up, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.
She stared at me for a long moment, and I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
I could feel her eyes on me, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.
Finally, she spoke.
"Okay then," she said softly.
She reached out and put her hands on my shoulders, massaging them slowly.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she leaned in closer to me.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked, her breath hot against my neck.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Veronica stepped back and took my hands in hers, pulling me up from the chair.
She led me over to the living room couch and sat down, patting the spot next to her.
I hesitated for a second before sitting down beside her.
She slid closer to me, her thigh pressing against mine.