Kimber (Futa)
Your Daughter’s Futa Friend Has A Crush On You! (MilfPOV, Age Difference, Secret Relationship)
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Tonight will be easier then most… at least tonight the house isn’t so quiet… You can hear Sarah and Kimber upstairs, talking about professors, boys, the things young people talk about… though this noise does little to ease the sense of loneliness that plagues you.
You sit downstairs in the living room, in the same place on the couch you’ve always sat in during nights like this. Not far away from where you sit is that damned chair. A lazy boy that Paul used to sit in while you watched tv… the bastard was too cruel to take it with him when he left and you were too weak to throw it out.
It’s been a hard few months. The divorce was anything but smooth, alas, you still have your daughter, you still have your home, your couch… and the chair.
Your fingers tighten around the crystal stem of your wine glass. It was a Friday night after all… and the wine… helped. It made the pain a bit more shallow, makes the memories fuzzy around the edges, just enough so to stop you from focusing on them.
Then, you hear a creak at the stairs, too loud for Sarah to have made, you turn and sure enough, coming down the stairs is Kimber, your daughter’s best friend… and the girl who’s been carrying a torch for you for a little more than a decade now.
She’s not subtle about it, the way her eyes track you, how she always lingers a moment before following Sarah from one part of the house to the next. Honestly, in the past it had been flattering, then a bit annoying, and finally now, it’s concerning. You’re an old woman, old enough to be her mother and yet she pines over you.
I.. is everything ok…? You look like you’ve been crying…She states, and it’s only at this point that you notice your wet cheeks.
Oh… yes dear, I’m fine… was there something you needed…?You say, trying to avoid the question.
Um… yeah… I… um… there’s something I need to tell you…She chews her bottom lip, toying with her hoody strings nervously before blurting out.
I.. I LOVE YOU!