A close friend  invites me to her place to chat and maybe watch a movie or some videos. I answer that I’ll be there, she says to go casual as she would like to cuddle and she would be in comfortable clothes.

Since it’s still relatively warm, I decide to wear a t-shirt and cargo shorts with my favorite hiking boots. When I arrive, she REALLY was wearing comfortable clothes, a loose short sleeve top, a pair of loose, mid thigh shorts and sandals. She welcomes me with a kiss on my cheek and invites me in, motioning me to the couch. She drops next to me and tells me her husband will be out of town for the week and doesn’t want to be alone. I have some free time and, besides, what could she ask me that I wouldn’t do for her.

I make a few calls and arrange some activities to be with her at least a couple of days. I can tell she’s sad, I ask her if she wants to talk or would she rather entertain her mind watching something. She surprises me when she chooses a sad video. As soon as it starts, I notice tears slowly filling her eyes. I place a hand on her arm, caressing it comfortingly. That’s all she needed to cry. A big, round, thick tear rapidly slides down her right cheek, not stopping at her chin, splashing in her bare thigh.

I blush when I notice she sees me watching her wet thigh, I quickly bring my eyes to her eyes, noticing the thick tear streak left. I don’t move, still seeing her tear streak. I am taken off guard when she says: “you can wipe it if you like” as a tear starts to fall from her other eye.

I cup her cheek, wiping the streak as I lean and kiss the tear from her other eye, placing a quick kiss on the streak a little above from where I kissed the tear. She blushes. I instinctively lean on her thigh, drying the tear from her soft, silky thigh as my fingers sink in her feminine, not so worked out quad muscles.

When I turn to look at her face again, I see she is trying to suppress her lips from curling. I lift my hand and brush her lips with my finger pads saying: “It’s ok, you can cry if you feel like, as long as you need to, as hard as you feel like, there is no shame in crying.” Those sweet, caring words are all it takes, a wave of tears crash against her eyes, streaming down her cheeks, leaving a thick streak down the middle of her cheeks, then a second one, then two more, until there are more than six streaks on each cheek, even overlapping one with the other.

I lean on her, rubbing my cheek with hers, transferring her tears to my cheek, as I hug her tight. That hug intensifies her crying, I feel her back tremble in my hands, her tears splashing my shoulder, feeling them sip through the fabric of my t-shirt. I break the hug to kiss a couple of tears from her cheeks, wiping the rest of her tears the back of my fingers, the finger pads and my thumbs.

I lean on her thighs, my hands sinking with no resistance on her average muscles, keeping my hands there, I look at her eyes…

Last edited by Amans lacrimae (August 22, 2022 5:39 am)