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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're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I've never met her before, but my mom says she's very nice.
I'm not so sure about that, but I trust my mom's judgment.
Veronica arrives just as my parents are packing up their car.
"Hi Christine, it's nice to meet you," she says with a smile.
She has striking blue hair, which is pulled back into a bun.
"Nice to meet you," I reply, feeling a little shy.
My mom gives me a hug and says, "We'll be back in a few days, sweetie. Be good."
My dad waves goodbye as they drive away.
Veronica turns to me, "Would you like some coffee?"
I shake my head, feeling a bit awkward.
"I don't drink coffee."
"No problem, how about some juice?"
I nod, and she leads me inside to pour herself a cup of coffee and then gets some juice for me.
As we sit at the table to drink, I can't help but notice how beautiful Veronica is.
I sit across from her at the kitchen table, sipping my orange juice while she drinks her coffee.
She reaches for the sugar, and her tank top rides up, revealing a strip of toned stomach.
My eyes trace the graceful line of her neck, following it down to where her collarbones peek out from beneath the thin fabric.
She catches me staring and smirks, deliberately crossing her legs so the stretchy leggings cling to every curve.
Heat rises to my cheeks as I try to look away, but my gaze keeps drifting back to her blue hair falling loose around her face.
She leans forward, and I can't help but notice how the fabric clings to her chest.
After a few minutes, she rises from the table and walks into the living room.
She gestures for me to follow, and I do.
She settles onto the couch, patting the spot next to her.
I sit down, leaving a little distance between us.
She slides closer, her fingers tracing patterns on the couch cushion between us.
"You seem tense," she says in a low voice.
"Want to play a game to break the ice?"
Her hand inches closer to my thigh as she toys with the strap of her tank top.
When I don't respond, she reaches for the TV remote and suggests we watch something instead.