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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 have left me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
I don't know her that much, but my mom seems to trust her a lot.
She has striking blue hair, which is tied up in a bun.
She's wearing a black tank top and high waist jeans.
Her breasts are huge, and I'm pretty sure it's not the clothes that are pushing them up like that.
"Christine," my mom says, giving me a hug.
"We'll see you later, okay?"
My mom is petite like me, with curly brown hair.
She has a small nose and a smattering of freckles across her cheeks.
"Later, mom," I say, hugging her back and then turning to hug my dad.
My dad is tall and greying, with a thick beard.
He has a bit of a belly, but he looks strong and fit.
"Take care of yourself," he says.
"I will."
I watch as they drive away in their SUV and then turn to look back at their house.
It's a big white building with a sloping roof and a wide porch.
There's a garden out front with a couple of trees and some flowers.
Veronica is already walking up onto the porch.
I follow her, staying a few feet behind as she sets down her suitcase and goes to sit in one of the wooden chairs.
She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through it, occasionally looking over at me with that same teasing smile.
The sun is low in the sky, casting long shadows across the deck.
The air is warm and scented with the garden flowers.
Veronica shifts in her seat, and her tank top rides up just a little higher on her thighs.
I pretend not to notice.
Instead, I busy myself with adjusting the cushions on the outdoor furniture.
Veronica pats the chair next to hers.
"Sit down," she says, smiling at me.
My feet feel heavy as I approach her, but I take a seat anyway.
"So, Christine," Veronica begins, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "did your mom ever tell you how we really met?"
I shake my head, curiosity piqued.
"Let's just say," she leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "your mom wasn't always the picture-perfect PTA mom you know."
Veronica shifts to the swing, patting the spot next to her.
"Come on, let's talk," she says, her voice dripping with seduction.
I hesitate for a moment, then get up and move to sit down next to her on the swing.
I try to keep some distance between us, but she shifts closer, brushing her bare shoulder against mine as she tilts the phone screen away from the sun.
The swing creaks under our weight.
"My mom and I met at a nightclub," she says, her voice low and husky.
"Back when she was quite... different."
Her fingers trace circles on the armrest of the swing.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, but I edge closer anyway.
The scent of Veronica's perfume fills my nose as I lean in.
