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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 weeks and they're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I don't know her all that well, but my mom says she's a good person.
I can't help but wonder what she'll be like.
Will she be strict or fun?
Will,
"Christine?"
my mom calls from downstairs.
"Let's go!"
I grab my bag and head down the stairs.
"Can I drive the car tonight?"
I ask her.
"No, dear. We'll need the car to get to the airport," she replies.
We arrive at Veronica's house about twenty minutes later.
She has striking blue hair pulled back into a bun.
Her lips are painted red and match her lipstick.
I follow her into the kitchen, where she pulls a folded piece of paper from her back pocket.
She lays it on the granite countertop and smooths it out.
The paper crinkles under her touch.
Her manicured nail traces down the list as she explains each rule.
"No parties, no boys over, and no staying out past 10 PM," she says.
I notice additional rules about sharing the bathroom schedule and keeping my music down.
When she reaches the bottom, she slides the paper toward me with a knowing smirk.
"Your parents wrote most of these," she says, "but I added a few special ones of my own."
I look up to meet her gaze, realizing this summer might be more unpredictable than I thought.
I sit at the kitchen counter, pretending to read the rules as Veronica unpacks her suitcase.
She hums softly to herself, bending down to retrieve items from the luggage.
Her black tank top rides up, revealing a sliver of smooth skin.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the windows, illuminating the tile floor.
Veronica notices me watching and straightens up, stretching deliberately.
She walks to the window and peers outside, gazing at the clear blue sky.
Then she turns to me with that same teasing smile.
"Such beautiful weather," she says, tapping her fingers on the windowsill.
"We shouldn't waste it staying cooped up in here."
She walks to her room and returns a moment later holding a small black bikini dangling from her finger.
"Looks like we'll need to cool off in the pool," she says, holding the bikini up for me to see.
The thin fabric catches the light, revealing the outline of her body.
My throat feels dry as I swallow.
Veronica sets the bikini on the counter, then turns to me.
"Come on, dear. Don't be shy. I brought an extra swimsuit that might fit you."
Her fingers brush my arm as she passes, heading toward the sliding glass door.
She unties her hair, and blue strands fall loose around her shoulders.
She glances back at me.
"I'll wait for you outside while you change."
I grip the edge of the counter, watching her silhouette through the glass.
Veronica settles onto a lounge chair beside the pool.
She stretches out languidly, her hair spilling across her shoulders.
Then she waves the extra swimsuit at me through the window.
My hands shake as I pick up my phone, pretending to check messages.
"No thank you," I call back, my voice cracking.
"Maybe later."
Veronica's lips curl into a pout, but then she shrugs and turns away.
She pulls a book from her bag and begins reading, occasionally glancing back at me through the glass.
I retreat to the kitchen, busying myself by making a sandwich for lunch.
The sound of splashing water echoes through the open door, a reminder that some boundaries are meant to be tested.
I stare down at my half-eaten sandwich, unable to muster an appetite.
The splashing grows louder, drawing my gaze back to the window.
Veronica swims laps in the pool, her body slicing through the water with a rhythmic splash.
Her blue hair spreads like ink across the surface.
I watch transfixed as she emerges from the pool, droplets running down her skin.
She catches me staring again and smiles wickedly, beckoning me outside.
My face flushes as I set the sandwich aside and walk to the sliding glass door.
Stepping onto the warm concrete beside the pool, I hesitate for a moment before approaching Veronica.
She floats on her back, eyes closed in contentment.
Her blue hair spreads across the water like a dark cloud.
"Want to join?" she asks without opening her eyes.
I shake my head but find myself asking, "Can I just... watch you swim?"
Veronica opens one eye, smirking, and says, "Only if you promise to jump in when you're ready."
I sit on the edge of the pool, dangling my feet in the cool water.
Veronica swims closer, her arms resting on the concrete beside me.
Droplets trickle down her shoulders, tracing a path along her body.
"Hey, you're not swimming," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Why not? It's fun," she responds, her smile playful.
I mumble something about not being comfortable in swimsuits.
She laughs and splashes water at my legs.
"Come on, dear. Don't be shy. You're pretty enough to show off a little skin."
I glance away from her, staring at the ripples on the surface of the pool.
"Your loss," she says with a wink before pushing off from the side of the pool to swim some more laps.
After several minutes of swimming, she rises from the pool in a cascade of water.
Veronica walks over and sits next to me at the edge of the pool.
Her wet hand settles on my knee, causing me to tense up and stare down at it. She doesn't move her hand, instead tracing circles on my leg with her fingers.
The sensation makes my heart beat faster, and I shift uncomfortably on the edge of the pool.
When I glance up at her face, she’s looking at me closely with eyes that are dark and inviting.
"What's wrong? Don't like it when I touch you?"
"No... it's just..."
I can't bring myself to meet her gaze anymore, focusing instead on where her fingers brush against my skin through my shorts.
"I've never been much for... touching."
She leans in close, wet hair brushing against my arm as she whispers into my ear.
"Well then... I'll teach you how to like it."
I sit frozen in place as her fingers continue tracing circles on my leg.
I want to push her hand away, but I'm unable to muster the courage to do it.
She notices my tension and slides back into the pool, floating near my feet.
Her blue hair spreads like a cloud through the water.
"Back when I was your age, I was shy. Guys would stare at me and make jokes about how much I looked like a boy. I didn’t think I was pretty, but then I realized... who cares what they think? Now I know how to get what I want."
Veronica's voice is softer now, not teasing like before.
"I know you're shy. But maybe if you relax and let me touch you, you'll find out you like it."
Veronica brushes against my legs under the water as she speaks.
I flinch at her touch, but don't pull away.
She floats closer, her face inches from mine as she whispers, "Maybe you'll even want more." After a while of floating in the water near my feet, Veronica pulls herself up beside me again.
She wrings out her hair over the side of the pool, droplets running down my shorts as she does so.
"Why do you keep doing this?" I ask, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
Veronica pauses, her expression shifting to something more serious.
"Because I see something in you that reminds me of myself, and I want to help you find your confidence."
She runs her fingers up my calf as she speaks, whispering, "The water feels amazing, doesn't it?"
My hands grip the edge of the pool as she continues to touch me.
I feel her move closer, wet skin brushing against mine.
Her hands grasp mine and she pulls me to stand.
I stare down at the water as she leads me to the steps of the pool.
The extra swimsuit dangles from her fingers as she holds it out to me.
"Put this on. Remember... house rules."
My fingers tremble as I take the suit from her hand.
In the bathroom, I change slowly, staring at myself in the mirror with unfamiliar eyes.
I've never worn a bikini before.
It feels like so much of me is showing through the thin fabric.
I step back outside, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Veronica's eyes light up when she sees me, her smile wide and approving.
"There you go," she says softly, "now let's see if the water can wash away some of that doubt."