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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
I watch as my parents hug me tightly before they get into the car and drive away.
I know they needed this vacation, but I'm still sad they're leaving already.
My mom turns down the car window and sticks her head out.
"Remember, Christine, everything is in the folder. If you have any questions or problems, don't hesitate to call."
"I know, Mom," I call back.
My mom waves before rolling her car window back up and driving off into the night.
I wave after them until I can no longer see their red brake lights, sighing and turning back toward the front door.
Veronica is already inside, looking through the folder that has all the information she needs while she's staying here house sitting for my parents.
I know my parents trust her completely, which is why they asked her to come stay here while they're away.
I wouldn't know how to take care of the house and the chickens by myself.
Going back inside, I find Veronica bent over the counter, looking at something in the folder.
I can't help but stare at her ass, which is accentuated by her bending position and the tight skirt she's wearing.
She's been a friend of my mom's for years, and I've known her since I was little.
I've always thought she was pretty, but she's way out of my league.
She's not even in the same room as me, and she's probably got a boyfriend.
I hover at the entrance to the kitchen, watching her flip through the papers in the folder.
She straightens up and turns around, looking at the kitchen.
Her eyes scan the room before they settle on the coffee maker sitting on the counter.
She walks over to it, her hips swaying seductively.
She stops in front of the machine and examines it, reaching out to touch it.
I step closer, noticing that she smells good—like flowers and something sweet.
She reaches behind it to unplug it and then tries to open the filter compartment.
Her hands fumble with it awkwardly, like she doesn't know what she's doing.
"Actually," she says, glancing over her shoulder at me, "I could use some help with this."
"Sure," I reply, stepping forward to assist her.
As I reach for the coffee maker, she leans in closer and whispers, "You know, your mom mentioned something interesting before she left."
I pause, looking at her curiously, and she continues, "She said there's a letter for you hidden in the attic, something important."
I shrug, not knowing what she's talking about.
"Maybe you should go look," she says, leaning in closer.
I can feel her warm breath on my neck as she whispers, "I'll wait here."
I nod and turn to head upstairs, but then I remember that I'm supposed to be helping her with the coffee maker.
Turning back around, I see her still standing there, looking at me expectantly.
"Right," I say, reaching around her to plug the machine back in.
She leans back against me as I reach around her, and I can feel her body pressed against mine.
I can smell her perfume stronger now, and it's making my head spin.
As soon as I've plugged it in, she turns around and presses the buttons to start it brewing.
She looks up at me with a smile on her face.
"Now let's get the filter ready," she says, opening the compartment again.
She tries to pull out the old filter, but it's stuck.
I reach over and grab it from behind, pulling it out easily. "Now we just need to put a new one in," she says, holding up a small paper filter.
I take it from her and place it in the machine.
She watches as I close the compartment and press the buttons to start brewing again.
The machine starts whirring loudly as the coffee begins to drip into the pot.
Veronica reaches over and presses another button, stopping the machine from dripping for a few seconds so we can pour some coffee into our cups without making a mess.
As she reaches for two cups sitting on the counter next to the machine, I reach over to pour some coffee into them for us.
She smiles at me as she takes hers from my hand and thanks me before taking a sip of the hot liquid.
She sets her cup down on the counter and reaches out to touch my arm gently.
"Thanks for your help," she says softly, smiling up at me sweetly. "No problem," I reply quietly, feeling awkward about how close we're standing together.
I step back slightly and turn away from her, trying to ignore how pretty she is when she smiles like that.
"Let me show you how to pour the coffee without making a mess," I say, reaching over to press another button on the machine that stops it from dripping for a few seconds so we can pour some into our cups without making a mess.
As soon as I've pressed it, I reach over and pour some coffee into each of our cups.
"See, it's easy," I say, handing her her cup.
She smiles at me and takes a sip of the hot liquid.
I set my cup down on the counter and turn back to the machine, reaching over to pour some more coffee into the pot.
As soon as I've pressed the button, I reach over to pour some more coffee into the pot.
I hear a strange noise coming from the machine, but I'm not sure what it is.
It sounds like water gurgling as it pours into the pot, but it's louder than usual.
I look up at the machine, and that's when I see that something is wrong.
The machine is making a strange noise as it pours water into the pot, and there's steam coming out of the sides.
Suddenly, there's a loud pop, and sparks shoot out of the base of the machine.
I jump back in surprise, bumping into Veronica behind me. "What was that?" she asks, placing her hand on my lower back as she peers around me to look at the machine.
I'm not sure what to say, so I just shrug and reach over to unplug it again.
As soon as I've unplugged it, the kitchen lights flicker and then go dark.
I freeze, still holding the cord in my hand.
The kitchen is dark except for the dim light coming from the window.
I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden change in light.
The shadows seem to blend together in the darkness, making it difficult to see anything.
The only sound is the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.
I can feel Veronica's warm breath on my neck as she whispers something in my ear.
I turn around slowly, trying to make out what she said.
As I turn, I realize that she's standing very close to me.
I can feel her body heat radiating off of her as she stands there, her face inches from mine.
Her eyes are shining brightly in the dim light, and I can see that she's smiling at me.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me, but they're so quiet that I'm not sure if they're real or not.
I freeze, wondering who could be there. The kitchen is silent for a moment, and then I hear Veronica's voice whispering in my ear again.
"Maybe we should stay close," she says softly, reaching over and sliding her hand into mine.
Her fingers intertwine with mine as she squeezes my hand gently.
My heart starts racing at the touch of her skin against mine, and I try to pull my hand away from hers.
But she tightens her grip on my hand and holds it firmly in place.
I try to take a step back, but she follows me, staying close behind me as if she's afraid of being alone in the dark kitchen.
The darkness feels suffocating around us, and I can't shake the feeling that someone else is in here with us.
I start to fumble through the drawers, looking for matches or a flashlight.
Veronica presses her body against my back as I search, staying close behind me.
Her touch sends shivers down my spine, and I try to ignore the way her breasts feel pressed up against me.
Suddenly, I hear the creak of footsteps again, but this time they're closer.
They sound like they're coming from the hallway outside the kitchen.
Veronica's hand tightens on mine as she grips it harder.
I can feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, and I realize that she's scared too.
I move slowly through the kitchen, trying not to make a sound as I search for a light source.
I reach into a drawer and brush my fingers over some utensils, feeling around for anything that might be useful. My fingers brush against something cylindrical and smooth to the touch.
It feels like a forgotten emergency candle that my mom always kept in this drawer just in case of a power outage.
I grip it tightly in my hand, hoping that it will be enough to light our way through the dark house.
Veronica's hand slides down my arm and grips my wrist tightly as if she's trying to hold onto me for support.
I can feel her eyes fixed on me as she waits for me to make a move.
I turn slowly and face her, trying to make out her features in the dim light.
Her eyes are shining brightly, and I can see that she's holding her breath as she watches me.
I move slowly towards the hallway, feeling my way through the dark kitchen with my free hand outstretched in front of me.
Veronica follows closely behind me, gripping my wrist tightly with both hands. As we move down the hallway, I can hear the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls around us.
It sounds like someone is walking just ahead of us, but every time I stop to listen, the sound disappears.
I'm not sure if it's just our imagination playing tricks on us or if there really is someone else in here with us.
We continue to move cautiously through the house, trying not to make any noise as we search for a light source.
The darkness seems to press in around us from all sides, making it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, I hear another creak behind us as if whoever is following us has moved closer.
I stop and turn, holding the candle out in front of me, ready to confront whatever is lurking in the shadows.
Veronica's grip on my wrist tightens as she moves closer to me, pressing her body up against mine.
I can feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, and I realize that she's just as scared as I am.
I try to light the candle, but my hands are shaking so much that it's hard to keep the matches steady.
I strike the match against the box, but it doesn't catch.
I strike it again, but still nothing.
On the third try, the flame catches and flickers to life, casting a weak orange glow over the hallway.
The light is dim and only illuminates a small circle around us.
I can see our living room couch in front of us, and the hall table with its vase of flowers.
The shadows from the furniture stretch out across the walls, creating elongated silhouettes that seem to move in the flickering light. I sweep the candle left to right, checking every corner of the hallway for any sign of movement.
Veronica peers over my shoulder, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of our pursuer.
But there's nothing.
The footsteps have stopped, and there's an eerie silence in their place.
I move cautiously forward, holding the candle out in front of me like a shield.
Veronica follows closely behind me, gripping my wrist tightly with both hands.
We move slowly down the hallway, checking each room as we go.
But there's no one here.
The house is empty except for us.
As we reach the end of the hallway, I move closer to the wall of family photos that lines the stairwell.
I examine each frame carefully, looking for any sign of movement behind them. Veronica's fingers slide down from my wrist and interlace with mine as she grips my hand tightly in hers.
She moves closer to me, pressing her body up against mine as she peers over my shoulder at the photos.
I hold the candle higher, casting its light up towards the ceiling and illuminating a circle of dust motes that dance in its beam.
I pause at the bottom of the stairs, the candle's flame casting flickering shadows on the wall of family photos.
My hand hovers over the light switch, Veronica's fingers still interlocked with mine.
Her thumb traces small circles on my skin as she presses her body up against my back.
The house creaks and groans around us, and I hold my breath, listening for those footsteps again.
Veronica's chest presses up against my back as she moves closer, her other hand sliding up my arm to steady me.
"Do you think it's him?" Veronica whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I hesitate, then nod slowly, "It has to be; no one else knows we're here."
Her grip tightens as she breathes out, "Then we need to find the key before he does."
I stare at her silhouette in the candlelight, her blue hair glowing softly in the dim light.
She takes a step closer, her hand still holding mine as she presses her body up against the stair railing.
Her other palm slides up my arm to my shoulder, and I can feel her eyes fixed on me.
The house creaks and groans around us, but I barely notice.
I'm transfixed by the way the candle's flame catches in her eyes, casting tiny reflections that seem to dance in their depths.
"We need to stick together," she whispers, her lips almost touching my ear.
I try to respond, but my voice catches in my throat.
Her fingers trace along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
I lean against the stair railing, my heart pounding in my chest.
Her fingers continue tracing patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
The candle flickers in the breeze from the open window, casting dancing shadows across her face.
I try to speak, but my throat feels tight.
I'm distracted by the way her perfume clings to her skin, a sweet scent that fills the air around us.
She tilts her head, waiting for my response, her hand sliding down from my shoulder to rest on my hip.
The creaking of the house fades into the background as I gather my courage.
Just as I open my mouth to speak, a loud thud echoes down from upstairs.
Veronica's eyes widen, and she whispers urgently, "Did you hear that?"
I nod, my voice finally finding strength, "It's coming from the attic; we need to check it out."
She hesitates for a moment before nodding back, determination in her eyes, "Let's go, but stay close."
I grip the candle tightly, its flame casting flickering shadows on the wall as we stand at the bottom of the stairs.
The thud echoes through the house, and for a moment, we both freeze.
Veronica's fingers dig into my hip, and I can feel her trembling against me.
The creaking of the house seems to grow louder, echoing off the walls as we stand there.
Suddenly, another creak sounds from above, this one closer to us.
Without thinking, I turn to face Veronica.
We're pressed together in the narrow space between the wall and the stairs, our bodies touching as I hold her steady.
The candlelight casts dancing shadows across her face, illuminating her blue hair and eyes.
For a moment, I see genuine fear reflected back at me.
My free hand moves to rest on her waist, steadying her against me. The house seems to close in around us as another creak echoes down from above.
Veronica's chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and I can feel her heart pounding against my own chest.
The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on the walls as we stand there, frozen in fear.
Finally, I grip the candle tightly and start climbing the stairs with Veronica right behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders.
Each wooden step groans under our weight as we move upward, the creaking echoing through the empty rooms.
The flickering light casts dancing shadows across the walls, making the family photos seem to watch us as we ascend.
We're halfway up when another thud echoes down from the attic, causing me to stumble.
Veronica's fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me back against her chest.
We pause for a moment, listening intently.
The house settles into silence except for our ragged breathing.
I pause on the dark staircase, turning to face her.
The candlelight flickers, casting eerie shadows on the walls as the flame dances between us.
Her hands slide from my shoulders to my upper arms, steadying me against her body.
The blue hair tied in a bun seems to glow in the dim light, and for a moment, I feel lost in her intense gaze.
My free hand moves up to rest on her cheek, and my voice comes out barely above a whisper.
