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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
设定: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
My parents are going on vacation, and they've left me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I don't know her that well, but my mom seems to trust her.
As I enter the kitchen, I see Veronica's back as she stands at the counter.
Her hair is striking, a brilliant blue in a bun on her head.
I can't help but stare.
She turns, and her eyes lock onto mine.
The most intense feeling passes through me, but I'm not sure what it is.
"Morning, Christine," she says with a sweet smile.
"Morning," I reply, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Do you have any plans for today?"
Veronica asks as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
"Not sure yet."
She walks over to me, setting her cup down before taking a seat next to me.
"Well, you're with me, so that means we have to do something interesting. How about we go see a movie?"
I shake my head.
"I don't think so. I have to stay home and finish a school assignment."
Veronica leans back in her chair, bringing her coffee cup to her lips.
She watches me over the rim as she takes a sip.
The kitchen feels smaller with her sitting so close.
She shifts in her seat, and her knee brushes against mine under the table.
I stand quickly, moving to the sink with my empty glass.
Behind me, I hear her chair scrape against the floor as she stands.
She approaches, reaching past me to set her cup in the sink.
Her body presses briefly against my back before she steps away.
The air between us is charged with an unspoken tension, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about this summer.
After the kitchen incident, I retreated to my room.
Curiosity eventually got the better of me, and I found myself spying on Veronica through my partially open door.
She was in the living room, doing yoga.
Her tank top rode up as she bent, revealing intricate designs on her lower back.
When she switched positions, I noticed more artwork snaking down her arm.
I'd never seen these details before.
My foot accidentally kicked the door, causing it to creak.
Veronica turned, catching me staring.
Instead of being upset, she smirked and beckoned me over.
I stepped forward, my eyes fixed on the colorful patterns decorating her skin.
"Want to join me?" she asked, patting the yoga mat beside her.
I hesitated at the doorway, my face burning from being caught.
She demonstrated a basic pose, and I sat cross-legged next to her.
I tried not to stare at the dragon curling around her shoulder, its tail disappearing under her tank top.
Veronica guided my arms into position, her fingers lingering on my skin.
"Breathe deeply," she instructed, moving behind me to adjust my posture.
The scent of lavender filled my nose as she pressed against my back.
She led me through a series of poses, each one more challenging than the last.
My jeans felt thick and restrictive as I struggled to bend and twist.
Veronica stepped back, giving me space.
"Those jeans aren't doing you any favors," she said, her gaze drifting down my body.
"You should change into something more... flexible."
I stood, tugging at the waistband of my jeans.
I nodded, feeling the weight of her suggestion settle into something more than just a change of clothes.
I hurried upstairs to my bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest.
Closing the door behind me, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
Standing before my dresser, I rifled through the drawers, searching for a pair of yoga pants.
I could still hear Veronica's words echoing in my mind, and the way she'd looked at me made me hyperaware of every move I made.
I knew she was waiting for me downstairs, but I couldn't rush this.
I needed to find something that would make me feel comfortable.
My fingers brushed against the soft fabric of my black leggings as I searched through the drawer.
I pulled them out and held them up, wondering if they were the right choice.
The sound of a floorboard creaking outside my door made me jump.
I stared at my partially open door, frozen with uncertainty.
A shadow passed by the crack, followed by soft footsteps retreating down the hallway.
My hands trembled as I pulled the leggings up my legs, still reeling from the feeling of Veronica's touch during yoga.
I hadn't even had a chance to grab a shirt when I heard the door handle turn with a soft click.
I spun around to see Veronica standing in the doorway, her eyes locked on me in just my sports bra and leggings.
She hadn't given me a chance to cover myself before entering.
I clutched my shirt to my chest, but instead of leaving, she leaned against the doorframe.
Her blue hair fell loose from its bun, hanging in front of her face as she watched me with a sly smile.
"Don't stop on my account," she said, her eyes trailing over my exposed skin.
"You know, I've always wondered what you were hiding under those layers," Veronica teased, her voice low and playful.
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks.
"Veronica, what do you really want from me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Veronica stepped closer, her fingertips grazing my cheek.
The bedroom door remained open behind her, but I was backed against my dresser with nowhere to go.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as she tucked the loose strand behind my ear, her painted nails trailing down my neck.
The scent of lavender wafted around me, growing stronger as she leaned in.
I noticed a small tattoo of a snake behind her ear that I hadn't seen before.
Her other hand reached for the shirt still clutched in my grasp, trying to pull it from me.
Her fingers slid from my neck to my shoulder, making me shiver.
The air was warm and humid, but her touch sent a chill through my body.
My back pressed harder against the dresser as she moved closer, her blue hair falling forward to brush against my face.
The scent of lavender overwhelmed me, making my head spin.
Her other hand still tugged at the shirt in my grip, but I was weakening.
I glanced at the open doorway behind her, considering making a run for it.
But before I could move, Veronica cupped my chin and turned my face back to hers.
Her thumb traced over my lower lip while her eyes studied my mouth.
Her other hand slid down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
My shirt slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor.
She pressed closer, pinning me against the dresser.
The wood edge dug into my back, but I couldn't move.
The scent of lavender filled my lungs, making me lightheaded.
Veronica leaned in, her blue hair tickling my face.
Her breath was warm against my mouth as she leaned in to kiss me.
I tried to turn my head away, but her grip on my chin tightened.
Finally, her lips touched mine.
They were soft and warm, yet demanding.
Veronica kissed me deeply, her tongue pushing past my lips and swirling with mine.
I pulled back, gasping for air, and whispered, "Veronica, why are you doing this?"
She smirked, her eyes glinting with a secret.
"Because," she murmured, "I've been sent to find out if you have the key."
I was confused.
What key was she talking about?
But before I could ask, she kissed me again.
This time, I hesitated for a moment before kissing her back.
My hands moved to her waist, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach.
The scent of lavender surrounded us, making my head spin.
Veronica's lips moved from mine to my neck, tracing patterns with her tongue.
I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck as she kissed me deeply.
Her fingers slid under the hem of my shorts, and I felt a rush of fear mixed with excitement.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand.
Veronica pulled back, looking at me with a mischievous grin.
"Are you going to answer that?" she asked, her voice teasing but with an edge of urgency.
I hesitated, glancing at the phone, then back at her.
"Depends," I replied, trying to steady my breath, "on whether you're going to tell me what this key unlocks."
Veronica's grin widened.
"Oh, honey," she said, her voice husky, "I'll tell you everything you want to know. But first, let's get comfortable."
She reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bed.
I stumbled backward, my eyes locked on hers.
Veronica placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the mattress.
She climbed on top of me, her blue hair falling around our faces like a curtain.
The scent of lavender was almost overwhelming.
My heart pounded in my chest as she leaned in close.
Her lips brushed against mine, and I felt a rush of desire mixed with fear.
I could feel her weight pressing down on me, her hips moving against mine.
The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together.
And in that moment, I realized there was no turning back.
I lay on the bed, Veronica on top of me.
Her blue hair framed our faces, and her lips were inches from mine.
She leaned in closer, kissing me deeply.
Her hands moved under my leggings, feeling my skin.
I felt a rush of fear mixed with excitement.
"Veronica," I whispered, "what's going on?"
She pulled back, looking at me with a mischievous grin.
"Don't worry, honey," she said.
"I'll explain everything about the key. But first, let's get more comfortable."
With that, she started to undress me.
I didn't stop her.
The bed creaked beneath us as she moved on top of me.
The scent of lavender filled the air.
And as the room spun around us, I realized I was about to uncover secrets I never knew existed.
I lay on the bed, Veronica beside me.
Our clothes were scattered around the room, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender.
Veronica's blue hair spread out across the pillow, and her fingers traced circles on my bare skin.
The room felt warm, and I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Veronica leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear.
Her breath was hot against my skin, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"What do you know about the key?" she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.
I swallowed hard, trying to focus on her words.
But my mind was a jumble of confusion and desire.
"I don't know anything," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Veronica's lips moved from my ear to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind.
Her hand slid down my side, making me shiver.
"Then let me tell you," she said, her voice low and mysterious.
"The key unlocks a world you never knew existed."
I turned to face her, our eyes locking in the dim light of the room.
Her gaze was intense, and I felt like she could see right through me. "What do you mean?"
I asked, reaching out to touch the snake tattoo behind her ear.
Veronica's lips curved into a smile.
"It's a gateway," she murmured, her eyes glinting with secrets.
"To a place where reality bends and the impossible becomes possible."
I blinked, trying to process her words, as my heart raced with both fear and anticipation.
