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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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."
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
"See you in two weeks, baby girl," my mom kissed me on the forehead.
"Take care of yourself and be a good girl with Veronica."
My dad hugged me and they were both gone.
My parents.finally going on a real vacation, just the two of them.
My dad had gotten a new business partner and he was finally able to take a breather.
They left me with their friend, Veronica, who was also keeping an eye on the house.
Veronica was hot.
Like smoking hot.
She had striking blue hair that was always in a bun when she came by to visit, and her eyes were an odd shade of gold.
Her breasts were huge, like way bigger than mine, and her ass… I’d never seen anything like it.
I was petite, but Veronica didn’t look petite, not with those curves.
She was also super nice.
I trusted her completely.
Which was why I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV with her.
Or I was supposed to be watching TV with her.
In reality, I was stealing glances at her as she flipped through the channels.
She was currently on a soap opera and even though I had zero interest in soaps, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
"Christine!"
Veronica hissed, turning to face me.
"I’m sorry," I blushed.
"I just…"
I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to focus my attention on the TV screen.
But I could feel her gaze on me.
I knew she was watching me.
I didn’t dare look at her again, not yet.
Not until I felt her move closer to me, until her thigh was pressing against mine and I felt like I might spontaneously combust from the touch.
"Watching something good?"
She smirked.
I shook my head no, even though I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
The soap opera droned on in the background, but neither of us was paying any attention to it.
My heart raced in my chest as Veronica draped her arm across the back of the couch, behind me.
Her fingers brushed against my shoulder, making small circles on my skin.
She smelled so good, like vanilla and something else I couldn’t place.
"Christine, there's something I need to tell you," Veronica said softly, her voice suddenly serious.
I turned to face her, my heart pounding even harder.
"Your parents didn't just go on vacation; they're meeting with someone important about your future."
I shifted on the couch, trying to put some distance between Veronica and me.
Her fingers stopped their circular motion on my shoulder, but her arm remained draped behind me, touching me.
She turned to face me, her golden eyes studying my reaction.
"They're meeting with Dr. Marcus Chen," she said, her voice dropping lower.
"He runs a special boarding school for girls like you."
I stood up from the couch abruptly, my legs shaking.
"I don't need a boarding school," I protested.
But Veronica reached for my wrist, gripping it tightly.