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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 that well, but my mom seems to trust her.
As I watch them drive away, I turn back to the house with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
I’ve never been away from them for this long before.
Veronica greets me with a bright smile, her blue hair pulled back into a bun.
"You must be Christine," she says.
"Yes. How do you know who I am?"
"Oh, your mom told me a lot about you. She showed me pictures."
My eyes widen.
"Really? Why?"
"I guess she felt it would be helpful for me to know what you look like, since I'll be watching the house while she's away."
Watching the house?
That's weird.
"Why can't I just stay with you in the guest house?"
She gives me a strange look.
"Because…because it wouldn't be appropriate, that's all."
"Appropriate? Why not?"
She shrugs.
"Let's just say…a lot of things could happen, and I wouldn't want your parents blaming me for anything."
Blaming her for what?
"What could happen?"
"Nothing, probably. Look, let’s just drop it, okay?"
Fine.
Whatever.
As we go inside, she shows me where everything is that I might need.
I follow her through the house, watching her hips sway as she points out things.
She shows me the kitchen, where she opens the fridge and bends down slowly, giving me a view of her ass.
"Your mom said to make sure you eat properly," she says, straightening up and moving closer to me.
Her perfume fills my nose as she reaches past me for a glass.
She fills it with water from the sink, then takes a long sip.
After handing it to me, she whispers, "Drink up. It's important to stay hydrated."
I take the glass, noticing a smudge of her lipstick on the rim.
As I take it from her, her fingers brush against mine.
The water tastes different than usual—sweeter, with a slight metallic tang.
I drink it down, feeling my vision start to blur around the edges.
Veronica walks toward the living room, her hips swaying hypnotically.
The room seems warmer than before, and my limbs feel heavy.
I try to set the glass down on the counter, but miss.
It shatters on the floor, water spreading across the tiles.
Veronica turns back to me, her smile transforming into something predatory.
"Oh sweetie," she coos, stepping closer as my knees buckle.
"Don't fight it."
