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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
firstperson protagonist, female, young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive
Mateo Windsor
side protagonist, male, Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting
Veronica Carter
protagonist, female, 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 visiting his sister and their family.
I'm not going with them, but I'm not staying here at the house alone either.
I'm going to stay with our friend Veronica.
She's also watching the house and walking the dog my mom and I got last week.
My mom says that she's a totally responsible person.
My dad trusts her completely, so I'm supposed to do the same.
I watch as they pull out of the garage and then head down the driveway.
I wave at them until they disappear at the end of the street.
Then I go back inside and up to my room to finish packing.
A few minutes later, I hear a car pull into the driveway.
I look out the window and see Veronica get out.
She's definitely a unique looking woman.
Her hair is an almost electric blue in color and she has it up in a bun on top of her head.
I lift my suitcase off of the bed and double-check that I packed enough clothes for the week.
It's not like I need to pack much, because I'm sure Veronica will have some clothes that will fit me.
I just don't want to have to do laundry while I'm there.
I set the suitcase back down on the bed and head toward the door.
The stairs creak under my feet as I go down.
My hand slides along the wooden banister as I go.
When I look out the front window, I see Veronica checking herself out in her car's side mirror.
She pulls her tank top down some and adjusts her bra, then she looks up and sees me watching her from inside.
She smiles brightly and waves at me.
I wave back at her and then go to the door.
When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I stop for a second.
I'm not sure about staying with Veronica.
I've never spent much time with her before, so I don't know if we'll get along or not. When she comes strutting toward the front door, her hips swinging back and forth, I take a deep breath and reach for the handle.
Her eyes light up when she sees me standing there and she gives me a big smile as she steps inside.
"Hey there, ready for a week of fun?" Veronica asks, her voice as vibrant as her hair.
"Yeah, I guess," I reply, trying to match her enthusiasm. "But, um, is it true what my mom said about you being a private investigator?"
Veronica chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, let's just say this week might be more interesting than you expected."
I step aside and she walks into the house, her suitcase in hand.
She heads for the guest room and I follow her.
When we get there, she sets her suitcase down on the bed and looks around at the room.
"Thanks for letting me stay here," she says, turning to face me.
"I'll just go unpack some things."
I nod and turn to leave.
"Hey," she calls out as I reach the door.
I turn back to look at her.
She's smiling at me over her shoulder as she takes a suitcase out of the closet and sets it on top of the dresser.
"Yeah?"
I ask.
"Can you close the door behind you? I'd like to get changed."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," I say, quickly closing the door behind me.
I head back toward the front of the house and plop down on the leather couch in the living room. The couch squeaks under my butt as I sit down.
I can hear Veronica moving around in the guest room, opening drawers and hanging up clothes in the closet.
After a few minutes, she comes out and walks to the kitchen.
She rummages through a few cabinets before coming back out with a glass of water.
She walks over to where I'm sitting and smiles brightly at me again.
"You want some?" she asks, holding out her glass of water.
"No thanks," I reply, shaking my head.
She shrugs and takes a drink before walking back to the guest room. I watch as she walks away from me, checking out her ass in those tight leggings.
I guess it's no surprise that my dad trusts her so much.
He's always been a sucker for women with nice butts. When she gets back in the room, she closes the door almost all the way behind her, leaving it open about an inch or two.
I lean forward on the couch so that I can see what she's doing inside.
She sets her glass of water down on top of the dresser and then starts taking things out of a bag that looks like it's full of toiletries or something.
She pulls out a toothbrush and toothpaste, then puts them on top of the vanity in the bathroom while I watch her through the crack in the door.
Next, she pulls out some makeup and starts setting it up on top of the dresser along with a hairbrush and some perfume bottles.