As tears fill Camilla's eyes she rolls me over, switching position, now she is on top of me, I lay flat back on the bed, Camilla on her knees, one on each side of my abs (I am starting to like feeling her smooth thighs on my abs), I bring my hands to her bent thighs and she, surprisingly blinks a few times, forcing a pair of small, pearly thin tears swiftly all the way down her stunning cheeks, losing their battle against gravity, falling from her cheeks straight to mine.

I don't remember the last time Camilla's tears rolled down my cheeks, I feel them roll down from my cheeks out to my ears, I bring  my hands from her smooth, silky thighs to her cheeks, lovingly wiping them clear of the first wave of tears. That simple gesture seems to have made Camilla even more emotional, I see her eyes fill (as if they could fill more) with an ocean of tears, sending huge, very thick tears in several streams, leaving her cheeks with multiple tear streaks in the blink of an eye, I feel sweet loving tears raining from the love of my life's eyes to my cheeks.

I can't help but bring my hands and wipe this second wave of tears, my fingers end dripping with tears, I bring my hands back to her thighs, caressing them, as I feel her tears transferring to her thighs. I slip from under her and lean myself straight in front of her (she is still sitting in my lap (one thigh on each side) and kiss several tears from each cheek, kissing her tear streaks as well.

Tristan's POV:

I feel very relieved as Enid accepts my apology, well, she confirms it when she gives me a deep, sweet kiss on my lips, which I correspond with all my love. Even though it's a brief moment, she tells me she has schoolwork to do and would be off Saturday morning.

The month goes by relatively quickly and from Christmas, we are almost at Valentine's, I spend January studying about tea and cocoa as I gain more experience in coffee. Enid and I have had a few dates, between her school, my job and my courses, we barely saw each other at most twice a week. It's 12 days before Valentine's, I ask Enid if we could see on Valentine's Day, I wanted to give her a surprise and if she agrees I'd love her to wear the outfit I gave her in December, the weather is great for a sweatshirt (evenings still chill), her red miniskirt (she looks stunning in it) and her nice ankle boots.

I wait for her response before setting up the plan.

As I let my tears fall unchecked onto Jarrod's cheek I felt him remove his hands from my thighs and place them on my cheeks. He then softly wiped the pads of his thumbs delicately across my cheeks making sure to clear all of my tears away. I couldn't help but feel engulfed in his love with his gesture and then felt my eyes quickly fill with fresh tears. Almost instantly the tears filling my eyes fell sending a cascade of thick tears in several streams down my now flushed cheeks. Through my blurry vision I caught a glimpse of my tears falling on Jarrod's cheeks.

I blushed a little wondering what Jarrod thought of my tears as they fell onto him, but I quickly got my answer as he quickly began taking care of my newly falling tears with the pads of his thumbs just like he did the last ones. After all my tears had been cleared I felt him remove his hands from my cheeks and place them back on my thighs. I instantly felt a strange wet sensation which I quickly realized were my own tears. The ones he had just so lovingly wiped off my face. Jarrod then sat up, me still in his lap, and kissed several fears from each of my cheeks, kissing my tear streaks as well.

"I love you and love being here like this with you with you lovingly taking care of my every emotion, but unfortunately I think we're going to have to get up soon. Watch this time William and Anna will be downstairs before us." I began with a slight chuckle. "Just promise me one thing. Promise me you'll always be there to hold me and lovingly comfort and wipe away my every tear for the rest of my life." I finished with a huge smile.

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William's POV:

Anna asks me if I think she is beautiful and adds that I was looking at her falling tears a moment ago, I blush a little when she highlights the fact that I was very attentive on her tears, then asks: "What do you see when you look at my tears?" She adds the fact that she usually tries to hide her tears for fear of being a burden or worse, looking ugly, and makes a point telling me she trusts me her tears as of lately because I did it first, adding that she thinks my tears are beautiful and trails off mid sentence.

I blush harder when Anna says she finds my tears beautiful, I always thought I was an ugly crier and that I cried in a feminine way, I mean, guys I've seen cry in movies shed small tears, in a single thin streak and shed only a few tears, I, on the contrary, usually shed large tears that leave thick streaks and usually in, at least a couple of streaks, to make things worse I sob, I have never seen a guy sobbing, that's the reason I preferred to turn the feeling of crying into anger.

After a few moments lost in thought, I notice Anna is waiting for an answer, I think quickly and answer: "I do find yourself extremely beautiful, when I see your tears, I see your soul, tears are the most intimate visible sign one can share, to be honest, I'd rather be watched having sex than crying, and please, by all means, never in my presence think you are a burden when you cry, if you ask me, I think sharing this moments make our bond stronger, we trust more in each other, we let each other know the love we have by wiping and kissing each other's tears..." I trail off a bit, then gather courage to continue: "and about feeling ugly, I have to confess I find you extremely attractive when I see your already beautiful face adorned with several thick tear streaks, to be honest, I don't know why, but I have the mixed feeling of sadness because you cry and, how can I describe this, aroused by seeing your beauty enhanced by tear streaks, not sure if it's the right word but seeing you like that makes me want to hug you, kiss your tears, wipe your tear streaks, even knowing they will be replaced by new streaks, I love feeling your hot wetness on your cheeks, it's a strange, good, kind of comforting or fulfilling sensation. About your last statement, I find it quite shocking that you find my tears beautiful, to be honest I think I cry in a not very masculine way to be honest, that is one of the main reasons why I hide my tears so zealously, thank you for taking care of my tears, never in my life had anyone wiped or kissed my tears, well, not that someone besides my parents and maybe my brother had seen me cry."

I lean and kiss Anna's still warm cheek and swipe my fingers across her still sticky cheeks, dropping my hand on her well formed calf (she is curled up leaning on me) feeling its relaxed muscles softly jiggle in my hand, I give it a soft squeeze, feeling how her muscles mold in my hands then caressing it I slide my hand to her outer thigh, feeling her smooth, silky, warm skin in my hand as it travels through her muscles and skin. I remember we have to go down: "My love, you know this is against my will, I could spend all day wiping and kissing your tears and enjoying your more than beautiful thighs and calves, but we have to go down with the rest of the family, they should be waiting for us by now". I don't waste the opportunity to softly pat her thigh just to feel her perfect muscles jiggle in my hand.

Anna's pov:

I saw William begin to blush when I called his tears beautiful. I was wondering what was going through his head. After a few moments William finally gave me the answer I was so nervously waiting to hear. He told me he did find me extremely beautiful when he sees my tears. He then went further to explain. He said he found tears to be extremely intimate. He also told me to never think of myself as a burden when I cry. He thought our bond was only getting stronger with every tear we shed. He also told me he found me extremely beautiful when I allowed myself to shed tears, not ugly as I see myself. He says he feels sad yet emotionally  aroused (as it makes him want to hug me, kiss me and wipe my tears). He then said he was surprised when I called his tears beautiful as he didn't stating that he thought he cried in a very feminine way. He also thanked me for taking care of his tears.

With that William surprised me by leaning in and kissing my cheek then swiping  his fingers across the same cheek before dropping his hand on my calf. He gave my calf a soft squeeze then began caressing it sliding his hand lightly to my outer thigh.

William then begrudgingly reminded me we had to go downstairs as his parents as well as Jarrod and Camilla were waiting for us. He told me he could spend all day wiping and kissing my tears as well as any activity that was to follow.

"I know we have to get up as we should spend some time with your parents as our vacation is quickly coming to an end; but if you want when we do get home next week I have the perfect movie we could watch that always has me sobbing like a complete baby by the end. (Which is usually why I only ever watch the movie alone). That would give you the perfect opportunity to be able to hug me, kiss me and wipe my tears as much as you want in the privacy of our own home." I said quickly as William pats my thigh indicating we should be getting up.

"What do you say?" I ask William still waiting for his answer as we head downstairs.

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