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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
"See you in two weeks, baby," Mom kissed me on the cheek.
"Take care of yourself and be a good girl with Veronica."
"I will, Mom," I smiled and hugged her.
Dad came over and patted my head.
"Be good, Christine, and don't get Veronica into too much trouble," he chuckled and winked at me.
I rolled my eyes.
"I’m not trouble, Dad," I said in my best brown-nosing tone.
He chuckled and hugged me before he kissed the top of my head.
They were going to Hawaii for two weeks to celebrate their anniversary.
My parents didn’t want to leave me alone for that long, so they asked their friend Veronica to house sit and watch over me.
I didn’t mind because I liked her a lot.
Plus, I would get to be alone in my room with whatever stuff I wanted to watch or look at without them coming into my room and screaming at me.
They waved goodbye as they drove off into the sunset while I stood in the driveway with Veronica watching them go.
She had striking blue hair that was up in a bun on her head and a big bust that looked like it would pop out of her blouse any second.
I wondered how she managed to keep her hair that color.
Was that natural or did she get it dyed?
As we stood in the driveway, my arm brushed against hers, and I turned to look at her.
The setting sun caught her hair and made it shimmer like polished metal.
I wondered how she managed to make the color so vibrant.
I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I wasn’t sure if that would be appropriate.
She noticed me looking at it and leaned closer, filling my nose with her perfume.
Her eyes locked with mine for a moment longer than necessary before she answered my unspoken question.
"It's dyed, but I like to think it suits me," she said with a knowing smile.
We went inside and she pulled a bag of groceries out of her suitcase.
She led me into the kitchen, where she began to unpack them.
Each item was placed on the counter with deliberate care, as if she were performing a ritual.
She asked if I wanted to help make dinner, motioning me over to the cutting board.
I stood beside her as she chopped vegetables, watching how her tank top shifted on her body as she moved.
The kitchen felt smaller with her in it, but I liked having her so close.
I reached for a tomato at the same time she did, and our hands brushed against each other.
She paused in what she was doing and turned to look at me.
Her eyes studied my face intently, as if looking for something there.