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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

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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

My parents are going out of town for a few weeks and they're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.

I don't know her all that well, but my mom says she's a good person.

I can't help but feel a little uneasy about this though.

I've never spent the night at her place before, and I don't know all that much about her.

Veronica walks into my room and her striking blue hair is in a bun on top of her head.

She smiles as she comes towards me and I can't help but notice how seductive it looks.

"Hey Christine," she says softly as she comes up to me.

"Hey."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Good. Well, I was thinking that maybe you could come over to my place tonight," she says with a smile playing on her lips.

"Why?""Well, it might be easier for everyone if you just stayed with me for the time being," she explains.

"Okay, I guess that could work."

After we talk for a bit, Veronica helps me pack a few bags and we head out to her car.

As we drive to her place, I can't help but feel a sense of unease in my stomach.

As we drive, I sit in the passenger seat and stare out the window at all the houses passing by.

The car smells like vanilla and cigarettes.

Veronica hums along to the radio and occasionally glances over at me with that same smile on her face.

When we stop at a red light, she places her hand on my thigh and squeezes gently.

I tense up but don't move away from her touch.

It feels nice, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for this.

As the light turns green, Veronica accelerates again and her hand stays on my thigh for a few more seconds before she moves it back to the steering wheel.

We continue driving for a while, passing by familiar neighborhoods and then turning onto streets that I don't recognize.

The houses start to get bigger and farther apart, with big yards and trees lining the roads.

We eventually pull into Veronica's driveway, which is a long, winding path that leads up to a modern-looking house with large windows and a flat roof.

The yard is nicely landscaped with manicured hedges and a big lawn.

Veronica gets out of the car and I follow her, grabbing my bags from the trunk.

As I stand up straight, I feel her brush against me and she smiles again.

"Come on in," she says, walking towards the house.

I follow behind her, feeling her hips sway as she walks.

Once we're inside, Veronica leads me upstairs to a guest room that's been set up for me.

The room is clean and nicely decorated with cream-colored walls and a big queen-sized bed.

There's also a dresser and a desk in the room.

Veronica sets her purse down on the dresser and then turns to face me.

I set my bags down next to hers and look around the room at all the nice furniture.

Veronica watches me as I unpack my clothes from my bag and put them in the dresser.

Her presence makes my hands shake a bit as I arrange everything just so. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Veronica says goodbye and leaves me alone in the room.

I sit down on the bed and listen to her footsteps as she goes back downstairs.