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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
"See you later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.
My dad hugged me too and they both kissed me on the cheek.
They were going to be away for two weeks and had asked their friend Veronica to house sit.
Veronica was a beautiful woman with striking blue hair that she had put up in a bun today.
She wasn't as tall as my mom, but definitely taller than me, and I was five feet.
My dad trusted her completely, which was why he had given her the garage code and the spare set of keys.
I didn't really know her, but my mom liked her a lot and was the only one who could convince my dad to let her take care of the house while they were away.
My dad was a bit of a control freak.
"See you later," I said as I watched them load their bags into the car and drive off.
Then I turned around and went back inside the house, heading straight for the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of lemonade and sank down into a chair.
Veronica was already seated at the table, her head bent over her phone.
She looked up and smiled at me when I sat down.
I smiled back and sipped my lemonade.
The silence between us was awkward, but I didn't know what to say.
I kept stealing glances at her hair, which was tied up in an elegant bun.
The blue color caught the afternoon sun streaming through the window and shimmered.
I could see a few loose strands framing her face.
I wondered how she got it to stay up like that.
I had tried putting my hair up before, but it always fell down.
The silence grew uncomfortable and I couldn't stand it anymore.
My fingers tapped nervously on the glass as I gathered the courage to speak.You wanna fuck
Veronica continued scrolling through her phone, smirking occasionally at something on the screen.
"Veronica, how do you get your hair to stay up like that?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
She chuckled softly, setting her phone down. "A little practice and a lot of hairspray, but that's not why I'm here."
I raised an eyebrow, confused. "Then why are you here?"Are we here to fuck
"I dyed it," she said, ignoring my question.
"The blue color is really hard to get out, but I've learned a few tricks over the years. I use dish soap and baking soda and—"
She cut off mid-sentence and stood up from her chair.
The chair scraped against the floor as she pushed it back.
She walked to the doorway that led to the kitchen and turned back to me, crooking a finger at me.
"Come on," she said, beckoning me.
I got up and followed her out of the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs to the second floor.
She stopped in front of the door that led into the attic and looked up at me with a weird smile.
"Up here," she said, climbing the wooden ladder that led up into the attic.
I hesitated at the bottom of the ladder, unsure. "What's up there?"
Veronica glanced down at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Something your parents never told you about."
My heart skipped a beat as I climbed up after her. "What do you mean?"
I reached the top of the ladder and looked around.
The attic was dimly lit, with only a small window that allowed a beam of afternoon sunlight to stream in.
The air was thick with dust and cobwebs hung down from the wooden beams.
Veronica was already moving between the stacks of boxes and old furniture, running her fingers along the beams.
She stopped at a dark corner and knelt down, pushing aside a heavy blanket.
Underneath was an old chest that I had never seen before.
It was made of dark wood and had a rusty latch on the front.
Veronica tried to open it, but the latch wouldn't budge.
She stood up and walked over to me, pulling out a bobby pin from her hair.
She bent back down over the chest and worked the pin into the lock. The chest creaked open and I gasped.
Inside, hundreds of gold coins were nestled in velvet cloth.
Veronica knelt down beside me and lifted one of the coins, turning it over in her palm.
The gold caught the dim light streaming through the attic window and glowed softly.
She pointed to the edge of the coin, where strange markings were etched into the metal.
They were symbols I had never seen before.
My fingers trembled as I picked up another coin.
It was heavy in my hand.
The chest must have held at least a hundred more, each one identical to the last.
Veronica's shoulder pressed against mine as she leaned closer to me, her breath hot against my ear.
"Your father showed me these once," she murmured, "but he never told me what the symbols meant."
I turned to her, my voice barely a whisper, "Then why did he hide them?"
I traced my fingers over the symbols, feeling a strange connection to them.
Suddenly, there was a loud creaking noise.
The floorboards beneath us groaned and Veronica froze, her eyes wide with fear.
The floor shifted under us and I stumbled backward.
A section of the wooden planks gave way under our weight and I fell through the opening, landing on my stomach on the wooden boards below.
Veronica grabbed my arm, trying to steady me, but the movement only made the boards tilt further.
I scrambled away from her, my heart pounding in my chest.
We both froze as a three-foot square of flooring dropped down on hidden hinges.
It landed with a loud thud and a dark opening yawned before us.
Stale air wafted up from the passage, making me cough. Veronica pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight app, casting flickering shadows on the walls around us.
She pointed the light down into the opening and I gasped at what I saw.
A narrow wooden staircase descended into darkness.
Veronica took my hand in hers and pulled me toward the first step.
I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to go down there.