Chris softly says: "Mind if we cuddle a bit more? I don't think I'm strong enough  just yet." Trying to smile back at me. I can see she’s not ready yet to face her husband, or anyone for that matter. I give her quads a few soft pats, allowing them to jiggle in my hands. Her eyes tell that she needs to cry some more, so I encourage her to let it all out: “ Girl, don’t try to put a brave face with me, on the contrary, feel free to be yourself, transparent as I am transparent with you. Haven’t I allowed you in, where only my wife has been? You have even taken care of my tears. Why should you try to refrain yourself? Never be embarrassed or feel any shame letting me see your tears.”

I give her thighs a soft squeeze, feeling her soft muscles give in to the pressure of my fingers.

Chris says with a sigh: "I know and I really appreciate it."  She places her head back on my shoulder: "It's just that it makes me feel weak crying over someone who proved he isn't worth it. I mean he was the love of my life (for quite a while actually) but now he has proven he's not the same person anymore." She looks sad and a bit angry, tears starting to sparkle in her eyes. She continues: "Damn, I'm so sick of crying over someone who proved he isn't worth my time."

I squeeze her tight as I try to comfort her: "That's not weakness, that is a sensitive, good, loving heart and soul. I see it as a good trait, as a matter of fact, that is a trait I would definitely look for in a partner." I give her thigh a gently pat, bringing my other hand to her cheek, delicately tracing it: " I don't want to sound repetitive, but if you need me to do anything for you, cry more or anything I could do for you, don't hesitate to let me know. I'm not a mind reader, you know?" I smile at her hoping to lighten her mood.
 

Chris lovingly answers: "Right now just a comforting hug would he nice." As thick, hot tears finally begin to slip from her eyes right as I wrap her in an effusive embrace.

She nuzzles her face into my neck letting her shiny, silent tears slip from her eyes and begin to soak the collar of my shirt. I  hold the back of her head firmly as her big tears land, burning my neck. I feel a mix of sadness and gladness. Sadness because she is sad and crying her heart out, and gladness because she gives me the privilege of comforting her.

I bring my free hand to her outer cheek, clearing her thick, hot streak, catching a few tears on the way.

She looks very comforted with me wiping her tears, as she starts to softly sob into my ear. I hold her now trembling body in my arms with all the love I can transmit to her as I continue wiping her tears, as I give her short breaks every now and then to take a breath, devoutly wiping her multiple thick tear streaks with my thumbs, as I cup her cheeks every time we break the hug for her to breathe. I can't help but smile as she looks extremely vulnerable and gives me her full trust, showing me her tear streaked face, her pouty, curled lips, her rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks.

I had never seen someone cry so much before, but I loved I was the one to comfort my "little sis". After who knows how long, her sobs start to subside. We break the hug and, this time, I make sure to take care of all her tears and hot, thick streaks, I use all my resources available (thumbs, finger pads, back of fingers, kisses) to make sure not a single tear is visible on her face and neck.

I smile as I say: "Nobody will be able to tell there were tears streaming down these beautiful cheeks (I trace my index finger from under the middle of her eye all the way to her lips, then to the curvature of her chin) unless they focus in your eyes, sorry for not being able to fix your puffy, red eyes". I give her thigh a soft, reassuring pat, feeling her hot skin as well as her relaxed muscles jiggle in my hand. I lean on her thigh, feeling her tender muscles giving in, sinking with the pressure of my hand as I stand up.

I offer her a hand to help her get up: "Would you like to eat something or rest in the bed? You look a bit tired."

She answers: "I'm not really hungry, but thanks for asking. I think I'd rather take you up on your offer to rest in bed." As she yawns, I lead her to my bedroom. I offer her a set of comfortable light pajamas consisting in cotton shorts and a short sleeve top.

As soon as we hit the bed, she intertwines her soft, warm legs with mine, letting me feel her inner thigh jiggle as it slides brushing mine. I drop a hand over her soft thigh, I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling that good every time I feel Chris’ thighs jiggle in my hands.

She quickly falls sound asleep.