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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 trusted their friend Veronica to keep an eye on me while they're away.
I'm not sure why they can't just trust me to take care of myself, but I guess it's just the way that they are.
I'm not allowed to be alone in the house until I'm a bit older.
I don't mind so much, but I wish they would trust me more.
Veronica seems nice enough, though.
She's got striking blue hair, which she currently has up in a bun on top of her head.
She looks beautiful, but also kind of scary.
I can't imagine what my mom would see in her as a friend.
"Christine," she says now as she puts the last of her bags down on the floor by the door.
"Yes?"
I ask, turning to look at her.
"Come here for a second," she says, holding out a hand and crooking a finger at me.
I walk over to her slowly, not sure what she wants, but willing to listen.
As soon as I'm close enough, she pulls me into a hug and holds me at arm's length with her hands on my shoulders.
"It's nice to meet you," she says with a smile.
"Same to you."
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, watching her unpack her suitcase in the guest room.
The sun shines through the window, lighting up her blue hair as she moves around the room.
My fingers play with the hem of my shirt as I wonder if it's okay to ask if I can go swimming now.
She pulls out a black bikini and holds it up by the shoulders, examining it.
"Hey, Veronica?"
I ask, my voice coming out smaller than I want it to.
She turns, an eyebrow raised.
"Would you maybe want to go swimming?"
I say quickly, not wanting to give her a chance to say no.
Her lips curl into that same smile she gave me when she first walked in.
She dangles the bikini from one finger, letting it swing slightly back and forth.
"Let's make a splash," she replies, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Okay," I say, smiling back.
She heads to the bathroom to change, and I hear her humming as she does.
A few minutes later, she calls through the door, "You should get ready too."
I hurry to my room and change into my own swimsuit—a modest one-piece that covers me up a lot more than Veronica's bikini does.
My hands are shaking a bit as I tie the back of it, but I'm not sure why.
I head out to the back patio, where I find Veronica already waiting for me.
She's got her arms stretched above her head and is leaning from side to side, warming up in the sun.
The black fabric clings to her curves as it stretches with her movements.
She walks over to the edge of the pool, then turns to look at me.
She beckons me closer with a crooked finger, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Christine, there's something I need to tell you," she says, her voice suddenly serious.
I pause, my heart skipping a beat.
"Your parents didn't just ask me to watch the house," she continues, "they wanted me to help you discover something about yourself."
I stand frozen, unsure of what to say.
The air is thick with the smell of chlorine from the pool, and I can hear the distant hum of a lawnmower in the neighborhood.
Veronica takes a step closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Discover yourself," she repeats, her voice low and husky.
I swallow hard, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
I'm not sure what she means, but I feel a shiver run down my spine at her words.
Before I can respond, there's a splash from the water behind her.
A small green shape launches out of the pool and lands on Veronica's bare shoulder.
It's a frog, its webbed feet sticking to her skin as it perches on top of her.
Veronica's serious expression breaks instantly.
She throws her head back and laughs—a real laugh that shakes her whole body.
I can't help but laugh too.
I step back from her, still giggling, and decide to just jump in the pool.
The water looks cool and inviting, rippling in the afternoon sun.
Without thinking, I take a few steps back, then launch myself into a running start.
I sprint toward the edge of the pool, feeling the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair.
I leap off the edge and dive into the water, feeling it rush past me as I slice through the surface.
But then I feel something tug at my waist.
It's a strange sensation, like something is pulling me back.
I try to push through it, but it's too strong.
The water rushes past me as I sink down into its depths.
I realize with horror that my swimsuit bottom has snagged on something at the bottom of the pool.
My eyes widen as I look up at the surface far above me, feeling panic set in. I kick out with all my might, trying to free myself from whatever has me trapped.
The water rushes past my ears as I struggle to swim upward.
Finally, I manage to break free and shoot up toward the surface.
I burst out of the water, sputtering and coughing as I try to catch my breath.
That's when I see my swimsuit bottom floating away from me, several feet out of reach.
Veronica's eyes widen in shock, and she quickly dives into the pool.
"Hold on, Christine!" she calls out, swimming toward the drifting fabric.
I tread water, my face burning with embarrassment as I watch her retrieve it.