I drive to Fred's place and get comfortable, since I hadn't planned on staying here I ask Chris if she minds that I lay in boxers and t-shirt. Once she answers I lay on the sofa and ask her to come sit and relax for a while, just watch tv or chat for a while.

I turn on the tv, my dear friend sits right next to me, even cuddling, feeling her cuddling so tenderly gives me the confidence to open up to her: “ Sorry for avoiding the topic earlier, the thing is I am trying to overcome my childhood wound of when I was five and mom was pregnant, she knew it was a girl, I was very excited to have a little sister to protect and to care for, but a month before the pregnancy was scheduled to be due, mom had a car accident and lost the baby.” I feel tears beginning to sting the back of my eyes.

I am quite glad Chris now trusts me fully, as she throws her bare legs on top of mine, allowing me to feel her posterior thighs jiggle against my quads, after apologizing I notice Chris is in comforting mode as she says comforting words and, taking her thighs off mine, softly begins to pat my thigh tenderly, caressing it tenderly afterwards. I try to stifle a gasp as I feel my relaxed quads jiggling in Chris' soft hand, then again, feeling her so lovingly caressing my thigh encourages me to open more with her: " See, this incident marked the rest of my life, since then I treat my closest female friends as if they were my sisters, it is a rare situation since I don't have that many close friends (like you), less any that I feel I can trust fully to open my soul to them". I feel the tears starting to fill my eyes.

Last edited by Amans lacrimae (October 19, 2022 9:12 pm)

I feel Christina caressing my left cheek, from the inner corner to the outer corner in such a loving way, I know what she's expecting, and fortunately (unfortunately perhaps?) she is not wrong. Seeing that gesture lets me know she is sensitive, mature and that she won't make any judgement about anything that happens. The tears I have been successfully keeping at bay, I allow them to fall.

Small, hot tears begin to slide down my cheeks, leaving a thin, burning path on my face. I feel the impulse to wipe them, but I willingly grasp Chris's thighs instead. Strangely I feel comfort when Chris' thighs jiggle in my hands, that combined with her soft hands wiping my tears, I feel extremely comforted. She is the only person (besides my wife) who has wiped my tears, let alone, the only other person who has seen me cry.

Chris softly says: "Please don't think, just let yourself feel. Your tears are safe here." As she continues to wipe my tears  slowly.

I feel Chris bringing both hands to my cheeks, softly swiping from the inner corner to the outer corner, wiping my tears before they fall down my face. I smile as I feel her soft hands on my skin. I softly say: “ Thank you, I am not used to having my tears wiped but I do feel comforted. I am sure your love and tenderness will heal my pain.”

After a couple of minutes I give her a hug, unconsciously brushing my wetness on her cheek. When I notice my tear on her face I bring my hand to her cheek and wipe it. I blush.