She answers: "I don't know, let’s see if there is a good movie on if you don't mind flipping through the channels a bit." as she sits and scoots just a bit closer to me, getting very comfortable.

I turn the T.V on, a comedy is on screen, I change the channel, a sitcom is on screen, I change it once more, a drama shows up, then a western and a sad movie. After a few I ask: “Like any of these?” Caressing her thigh all the way to her knee.

I change the channel back to the comedy, it’s a very funny movie, it has you laughing right from the start. As the plot develops it reaches an extremely funny moment that has both of us laughing pretty hard, I instinctively start patting my friend’s thigh, feeling its soft muscles jiggling in response to the impact but it isn’t my main concern. I turn to look at her, two thick tear streaks are forming in her beautiful cheek, one in the middle and another in the outer corner. I cross an arm across her shoulders and pull her tight to me, kissing the tear rolling down her outer cheek, soon after I lovingly wipe the tear streak from the middle of her cheek slowly with the back of my fingers.

I turn my head back to the screen, when I feel the weight of her legs over mine as she leans her full body weight against me. I smile, then I am a bit startled as I feel her abs convulse briefly. Could the gesture of taking care of her tears have surfaced her inner feelings? I give her the privacy of not turning to look at her, I just drop my free hand on her thighs, I can’t help but smile as I feel the characteristic jiggle of her soft thighs as she doesn’t put any resistance to it.

I know my friend very well, I turn to look at her and, as I give her thigh a few soft pats, keeping my hand there, I tell her: "Feel free to let it all out, it's ok, we're alone and I'm here for you". I see more tears drawing more streaks on her cheeks, I lean and kiss a couple as I lift my hand from her thigh and wipe her other cheek clear of tears. She turns to look at me...

She tries to smile but can't stop her lip from quivering. She surprises me as she quickly lifts her hand and place it on top of mine, which is on her cheek. Her lips start forming a curl as she finally sobs quietly allowing her tears stream from her eyes down to my hand, making it clear she wants me to take care of her precious tears. She seems as if she wants to talk but the intense feelings make it impossible, so she just sits there holding my hand on her cheek while her lips curl and quiet sobs erupt from her core.

I feel her, I caress her curled lips , pull her tight in my arm, feeling her trembling back and shoulder, with my free hand I wipe her tears, kissing a few tear streaks as well. Her walls crumble, her will surrendering to her sadness, no shame in full sobbing as hot, thick tears stream down her cheeks. I stand there, firmly taking care of her and her emotions. Eventually her sobs subside, only a sea of tears remains on her cute face. I ceaselessly continue wiping and kissing her tears and streaks until I make sure there are no more. A few minutes more, her tears subside, I gently take care of the remaining tears in her cheeks, then hold her as she relaxes in my arms. I softly place a hand on her thighs as I hold her still in my embrace with the other.

After she lets out all she had in her, she softly says: "I'm sorry to have ruined your happy mood, but I'm so glad you were here." I can't help but smile knowing she finally found out it is better to empty yourself from negative emotions before taking an important decision. She confirms: "I guess I do need to let all my emotions out properly before I can have a talk with my husband." She says, smiling slightly never removing from my embrace. I look down briefly as I pat her thigh confirming what she says is correct, I see with love and tenderness the way her soft thigh jiggles against my hand, even though its not as firm as I like them (if I was looking for a girlfriend), I like the feeling, the trust she has in me, the no boundaries of shame or embarrassment, I have to admit, her thighs look attractive and aesthetic.

I look into her eyes and kiss just under her eyes, feeling them still wet: "So, what would you like to do next?"