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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
"Will you hurry up already?" I huff at my parents who are moving far too slowly in my opinion.
"We’re almost ready," my mom tells me with a smile as she turns to face me.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at her smile, a smile that is all too familiar to me.
One that always means she’s up to something that I’m not going to like.
"Up to something you’re not going to like?"
Veronica Carter asks me, her blue hair striking in a bun on top of her head.
She’s the friend of my mom and dad's who has agreed to look after me while they go on vacation for two weeks.
I shrug, not knowing how to answer her question.
My mom and dad are always up to something that I don’t like; it’s hard for me to know what to think sometimes.
"It’s nothing," I tell her, turning away from her and going back up the stairs into my room.
It’s just that I’m 20 years old and they’re treating me as if I was 10.
I don’t need them looking after; I can look after myself thank you very much.
Closing my door behind me, I sigh loudly.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and flop down onto my bed.
Opening my messages, I hover my thumbs over the keyboard as I try to decide what to tell my best friend Sarah about this.
She’s going to think it’s ridiculous and she’s right; it is.
Through my window, I hear the splash of water from the pool in our backyard.
Veronica must have already changed into her swimsuit.
I’m not sure what to make of her yet; she’s definitely a character, but I can’t deny that she is pretty hot too.
My face heats up at the thought and I push it away as quickly as it came.
I don’t need those types of thoughts in my head right now.
Instead, I open up my message thread with Sarah and start typing out what has been happening today. My parents are acting like they usually do—like they don’t trust me to look after myself.
They’ve left their friend here to babysit me while they go on vacation for two weeks.
I mean, I’m 20 years old!
I don’t need someone looking after me anymore; I can do that myself just fine, thank you very much.
I press send and then roll over onto my stomach on the bed.
Sarah will probably think this is hilarious when she reads it.
She always thinks everything is funny, even when it isn’t meant to be.
I can already imagine her response and her teasing me about being babysat by a woman with blue hair.
But as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something unexpected.
I watch from the doorway as my parents load the last of their bags into the trunk of their car.
My mom hugs me goodbye while my dad lectures me about who to call in case of an emergency and the rules of the house.
When they pull out of the driveway and disappear around the corner, I turn to find Veronica standing behind me uncomfortably close.
Her fingers brush against my shoulder as she closes the door.
"Finally alone," she whispers in my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
I step back, bumping into the wall.
She follows, placing her hands on either side of my head.
My heart pounds in my chest as she leans in, her blue hair falling loose from its bun.
"There's something you should know," she murmurs, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"What are you talking about?" I manage to ask, trying to sound braver than I feel.
"Your parents didn't just leave me here to babysit," she says softly, her voice laced with a secret I wasn't prepared for.
She steps back, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
"Come," she says, beckoning me with her finger.
I follow her up the stairs and into my room, unable to take my eyes off the way her hips sway as she walks.
She sits down on my bed, patting the spot next to her.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling my legs grow heavy.
But something about Veronica draws me in, like a moth to a flame.
I sit down beside her, feeling the mattress dip beneath us.
Her fingers trace up my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear once again.
"I'm not just here to watch you," she whispers.
"When I say w##h you..."
My heart pounds in my chest as I realize what she's s####g.
Her fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, slowly u#####g it and pulling it off over my h#d.
I don't resist as she pulls me closer, our lips meeting in a k############n yet exhilarating.
Her hands roam over my body, exploring every c##e and c##e of me.
"Wait," I gasp, pulling back slightly.
Veronica's eyes search mine, a hint of m###f still lingering.
"Your parents wanted me to tell you about the inheritance," she reveals, her voice barely above a whisper.
