Another crush.  And yes, it was almost like a fantasy, except we didn't really talk to each other much at all after that.  Mind you, these are the select few that I want to share that actually went well where I actually made contact.  I have the ones where I get ignored, snapped at, and the walk-away all stored in the back of my mind.  Those are part of the reason I became so afraid to approach any girl at all.  Not the sole reason, but it's up there.

Also I'm aware the way I normally write makes me give it more a novel feel.  I can't just write one or two lines "She was crying.  I hugged her.  The End."

I swear these actually happened, my friend.  Most of them were just one time occurrences sadly.

Michelle:  I lived only two blocks down from Michelle's house.  We lived close enough that I walked to her house regularly in my childhood years.  We were really close,  I was in her trick-or-treating group, and we always went to each others birthday party.  She liked me in grade school, but  was an Elaina fan back then.  We've given hugs before though, just as friends.  Michelle was easy to talk to.  Still is, actually.  She had a basketball hoop I'd play her and her sibs on, and, more importantly, she is the reason I became a fan of the Monkey Island games.  My mom has her to thank for my constant begging to get my own computer so I can play them. 

One thing I always noticed, whenever she wore a coat, she would ALWAYS wear the same scarf.  Right up until 8th grade, she always had that white scarf.  And I have her on my friend list on Facebook.  She still wears a scarf the same way (Not the original one)  I dunno, I just mention it because it's become like a staple of her wardrobe.  Like the fourth doctor in Doctor Who.  She had her hair cut real short in grade school so that if it wren't for the clothes, she'd be mistaken for a boy.  When we went to middle school, she grew it out a bit and made it into curls.  It's now beautifully straight and just past shoulder length.  And she has these big doe eyes that make me love her more..  I think they've only become prominent more recently in fact.   
Alas, she's married

Ah, anyhoo... .
 
7th grade, After school I was going to go wait for her in the stairwell that connects the front entrance with the school hallway because her mom was picking me up today.
  
After a few minutes, I saw Michelle come down the stairs.  I had seen her cry before, but those times she had always gotten comforted by her mom or a teacher.  She sounded panicky when she cried, like trying to catch her breath and then exhale in quick rapid fire sobs:  *gasp*.  heh heh heh heh heh heeehh"  If that sound effect helps. (It doesn't)  Really hard to describe in text. But she could be really dramatic. I remember gym class when we had to run laps, and she came back to the gym teacher crying and unable to speak.  It was kinda funny honestly because it was his first time seeing her cry and he was thinking she was about to die.  We knew she was fine, it's not our first rodeo, but he was traumatized.
See unlike mine, her family was a very emotional one, they wear their hearts on their sleeve and always try to help each other whether they're angry, sad or just stressed.  I never learned to be emotional, I'm a more closed off robot when it comes to feelings.  Mom's been friends with her parents for a long time and used to babysit them and one time she told me how annoying it was that Michelle's sister (Stacy became a crush in highschool) would follow her around crying to her and mom didn't really like that because my poor mother was uncomfortable around emotions.  So Michelle was often a little too honest with people, on the upside she's a very trusting person.

But anyway, when Michelle was walking down the last steps, I noticed she kind of had that look on her face, when they are trying to hold it in.  Her eyes were wide and she had her lips pursed together.  She saw me but there was no smile.  And yes, I am to blame for having a weakness for crying girls, or else I wouldn't be here.

I also noticed she got a new green coat.  Old blue was finally getting too small for her I guess.

"Michelle, are you okay?"  That got her to look my way so I could see.  I knew she was going to cry.

She nodded and did a quick smile still holding herself together.
I'm ashamed to say I wanted her to cry to me. 

She was really silent.  I had a guess about what happened . For a few weeks Michelle was crushing on a boy that, to put it nicely, wasn't interested in her at all.

So I wanted to get her to cry it out, but I didn't want to come off as a jerk.   She beat me to it though.

Honestly didn't expect that.
Her panicky sobs were very vocal and I'm honestly surprised no one had come in to check on her.  Her hands were covering her nose and mouth but I could see her eyes.
I didn't hug her at first but I rubbed her arm while she stood there.  Again, I saw her cry like this before.  I could never do anything but watch those times so I was inexperienced in how to comfort her.  I think she was waiting for me to say something though.

"Do you want to talk about it?"
Shook her head no.
"You want to hug?"
No head movement that time.
Okay, so... hug?
Yup.  Hug.
And I liked it.  Damn me.

It was a hug like we usually do, but I was rubbing her back as it heaved with her crying.  Her new coat felt great too.  The scarf was soft on my neck.   I didn't know the pain of rejection yet, that wouldn't come until high school. 

I admit this is where my crush on her started.
She had calmed down, still crying but not panic mode. 
Her mom arrived after that and we carried on in the car, her mom taking charge with her, which was fine after I already got the hug.

Last edited by Bartlebycs (August 30, 2018 7:32 am)

Oh ouch.  Nothing like the old phone cry to make you hate long distance.  

Nice obs, about Maggie, I loved the detail of you holding hands and her wiping her tears, did she wipe her tears with your hand?
I mean, did she actually guide your hand to her eyes or cheeks?

Also, Katie’s obs, I love when girls allow tears unchecked, did you notice if tears were streaking her cheeks, or did tears streamed down her face leaving it entirely wet?

Emily:  This is the one I really wanted to tell you guys because I want you to know that there are women out there who really have fun with our fetish.  This is also my favorite memory.
Em and I were SUPER close.  We shared a crib, her mom was bffs with mine.  I always came to her birthday and she always came to mine (The family parties anyway, I usually had a party the day before with my other friends and it always got a little too macho for her. LOL) 

Her parents were emotionally distant so she'd often come to my mom or me for a cry.  And oh. My. God, she was a beautiful crier.  And sometimes a LOUD one.  Especially after I revealed to her my fetish (Both of them).  She would most of the time cry openly in front of me afterwards.  The only time she didn't, understandably, was when her granma passed away, and when she was in physical pain.  And she always wore the softest coats in the colder weather for me.  I think that actually became her preference too, because she still only buys the biggest ones even now.  She's married with a kid and I don't see her very often except on social media.  I must have rubbed off on her.

Emily went through a lot of depression and self loathing in her teenage years.  I think because her parents weren't the type to be all feelings and emotions.  We didn't go to school together, she went to my rival school (Booooo!) so I didn't see her there.  But that was fine because she often stayed over at our house.  I know all she ever wanted was to feel loved and my family gave that to her whem she felt she wasn't getting it at home.  We were kind of a couple at this time.

Again, she knew about my fetishes, but to my knowledge she never told anyone, not her parents or mine.  I thank her for that. That'd be embarrasing.  In return, however, she gets to TEASE me with them relentlessly.  Because she is evil.  I vow that everything below is true.

This one time she was staying over at our house for the weekend because her parents were tired of her and needed to recuperate.  Mom was staying with them to help. so we had the house to outselves for the whole day.  we were about 15.  Both in t-shirts even though it's cold inside, we had changed earlier. because we were in the snow and the sweaters were in the dryer.

At one point, when we were just watching tv, she grabbed my hand and squeezed.  I looked over and she had started crying.  She let ger tears drip off her face because she knew that drove me crazy and wanted me to comfort her. I squeezed back.  
Before anything else happened, this lovely little manipulator let go of my hand, grabbed her purple Northface coat off the railing post and put it on, then sat next to me again.  It wasn't that cold inside, she knew what she was doing.  Mostly she thought I'd comfort her better if she gets me excited.  I'd just let her believe that ;)

"Shawn?" She held my hand again. "I'm going to cry, help me."  Oh she's good.

"Is it cause of your folks?" I asked
"It is."
"They love you, you know.  And I love you too."
Her mouth contorted into a full lip curling.
"I love y-hoo t-toohooohoooo" Ahhh huh huh huuuuhhh!" She sobbed out those words.  She touched my hand to her cheek and leaned into it, closing her eyes, I felt her wet cheeks as the tears rolled.  I put my other hand on the other side, she opened her eyes again, letting more tears fall.  Her forehead met mine and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kept crying.  "I d-hon't hear it from them though." she hiccuped.
"They're not good at that, I know."
"I get it here though from you and your mom.  Than-kuh you-hooooo"
She leaned in so I just went for it.  No tongue, just upper lip to lower lip kiss.  This made her start loudly just bawling.  Her head was on my shoulder and our cheeks were touching.  She couldn't decide to keep her head there or just have our foreheads touch, she alternated until I just lied down and let her cry on top of me forehead to forehead.  Some of her tears fell on my face.  She took my shirt off then dropped herself fully onto me so I could feel her in her coat on my body.  Manipulative!

I held her.  "I like your coat thing. It's really cute." she murmured.  "Are you cold?"  She put her arms around me, her lip still curled and tears still falling.  I kissed her again.  "Em, we can stay like this."  That made her laugh a little and she buried her face in the side of my neck and cried herself out.

 She actually fell asleep on me. Her face was still wet from crying.

That's my favorite cry memory.  Nothing else happened, I was a gentleman.  Emily is a lovely lovely person inside and out.  I'm sure her husband knows that too.  Lucky son of a---

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