Having just finished her shower and barely gotten dressed in her night attire of boxer shorts and T-shirt, she suddenly heard a knocking on her front door. Curious about who would be knocking on her door so late at night, she flicked on the porch light and peered through the peephole. Of all the things she expected, it wasn’t to see him standing there, arms wrapped around his chest and tears glistening in his eyes. Quickly snatching the door open, no words spoken, she reached and grabbed his arm and pulled him into her house, closing the door behind him.
She led him to the couch and gently pushed him to sit. She had the house to herself this weekend so she didn’t worry about waking anyone. She walked to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer that were left over from some friends visiting a few nights ago. Twisting the top off of one as she walked back and handed it to him as she curled onto the couch beside him, placing the other on the side table. She let him drink the beer in silence, letting him get control of himself a bit in the process.
When he had consumed all the beer, she took the empty bottle from him and set it aside with the other. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, she pulled at him until he stretched out, his head resting in her lap, her fingers lightly stroking through his hair. Her soft sapphire eyes glowed with love and concern as she looked down upon him, seeing the pain and hurt shining in his. She listened quietly as he began to tell her the whole story. As he talked, she slowly slide her bare legs up to wrap around his hips, her ankles crossing over his thighs. Remaining silent she let her hands wander from his hair to slowly slide down over his shoulders and begin to lightly roam over his chest, her touch soft and caressing through his shirt.
She leaned down at one point and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, that action pressing her breasts against the top of his head. He kept talking, quietly, telling her of how another woman had broken his heart. She didn’t know the words to say to make it better and so she continued offering comfort the only way she knew. Her fingers began to slide the buttons of his shirt free from their holes one by one… baring his chest to their soothing touch. Spreading the shirt wide open, she stroked her palms over his exposed flesh as he kept talking.
When he grew quiet before finishing, she reached behind her to grab the second bottle, the action causing her back to arch and her hips to press against his back. Handing him the opened bottle, her hands slide back down over his chest as he begin to sip at the beer and resume telling her of his misery. At one point she maneuvered him that she could slide the shirt off of one arm… and then the other as he switched the bottle to the other hand. Tugging it from beneath him, she let it fall to the side out of the way. Her hands moving to his shoulders and beginning a nice soothing massage as he kept talking. She couldn’t help a lil grin as his tail began to become interspersed with lil moans of pleasure at her touch.
Looking down at his face again, she noticed a single tear streaking down his cheek. She bent her head once more and flicked the tear away with her tongue. Her breasts pressed against his head once more as she did this. As he told the last of the story and then grew silent, her heart was aching for him. Her ankles uncrossed and then her legs slide back down to rest aside him once more. She gently pushed at his shoulders to make him sit up once more and then slid off the couch to stand in front of it. As his lips parted to ask her why, she pressed her finger to her softly smiling lips to signal not to speak.