My friends daughter and a kiss

I had known Renee since middle school. She dated my best friend back then. We used to talk on the phone all the time, her asking me all about David and if he was happy with her or not. Who would have thought back then that we would still be friends 20 some odd years later. When Renee went to college she met a black guy by the name of Kay soon she was pregnant with their first daughter. Before it was over between them they had three beautiful daughters together.

I didn’t get to see her girls grow up as we lived too far apart. Then about two years ago health and financial reasons brought her and her daughters back to town to live with her parents. I soon started spending more and more time with Renee and especially her daughters. Kay (named after her father) is the oldest. At 16 she is the oldest and is a very beautiful and smart young lady. She is a great artist and a hard worker. She loves anime and is going to art school after she graduates.She is a bigger girl just like her mom but still very attractive.

Kyrie (pronounced keer-ee-ay) is the middle daughter and she is an absolute stunner. She has gorgeous carmel complexion skin and an amazing hour glass figure. At 15 years old she looks much older and can turn any grown man’s head. Despite being so beautiful she is incredibly well grounded and is no way conceited. She is the sweetest young woman I have ever met and she always tries to help anybody she can.

Kelcie is the youngest and she is the joker of the group. She is also a very pretty young lady, a little on the bigger side, but she has a great sense of humor. Sweet as can be but a little absent minded at times she tends to act before thinking. She truly enjoys being the little goofball and making people laugh, she always has a joke to tell
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Renee had gone blind in one eye and was no longer able to drive. As a result of this her and the girls called me quite often when they would need a ride somewhere. It soon became a regular thing to be running one or more of them somewhere. They didn’t have a lot of money so I would go to school every week and put money on their lunch accounts to make sure they were able to eat at school. I would go out once a month or so and take them shopping for the little extras they needed but couldn’t afford. I even took them out seperately once a month on a date to dinner just to sit and talk with them
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It didn’t take long to become “Uncle Mike” to them. They were always calling or texting me. I work for the school they go to, so anytime they had a problem or needed anything they’d call me. I’m even on the list to be able to sign them out of school. Kyrie joined cheerleading and was always calling me for a ride home from practice or to go to another girls house to work on cheers. We started spending a lot of time together.The more time we spent together the more she opened up to me.

She told me all about how she had experimented with pot and alcohol, but she didn’t care much for either one, so she didn’t do either one anymore. She admitted that she did many of the things she did at home just to upset her mom. She wasn’t trying to be mean about it. She just resented being forced into a two bedroom townhouse with her grandma and grampa, and having to share a bedroom with her mom and three sisters. I was always willing to listen and not judge her, so she had no problems telling me anything.
She called me up crying one evening asking me if I could pick her up from one of the football games she had been cheering at.

I got into my Blazer and went to pick her up. When she got in with me she was just sobbing. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that one of the girls on the squad that she thought was her friend had called her a ni**er. I couldn’t believe my ears. Yes we live in a small town with very few black families around, but it’s 2011 and people are still throwing that word around just to hurt people
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I was stunned! I pulled her close and hugged her tightly to me. I tried to comfort her and tell her what an idiot that girl was. She cried on my shoulder for about five minutes before her tears began to ease up. I told her that girl was just jealous of how beautiful she was. Her eyes lit up and she smiled at me. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” she asked. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.” I replied honestly. She hugged me tightly and kissed me softly on the cheek.

“What started the fight between you and Kylie?” I asked. “She accused me of sleeping with her boyfriend. I couldn’t believe she would accuse me of that. I’ve never slept with any guy especially her boyfriend.” she told me. I told her that when a woman is as beautiful as she is other women are going to be jealous of her even if they have no reason to be. I told her it wasn’t her fault and that anybody that would call her that name wasn’t really a friend anyway.

“Uncle Mike you’ve always said that I could ask you anything and you’d tell me the truth. Did you mean that?” she asked. “Of course I did honey.”I replied. “Why? What’s on your mind?” She hung her head slightly and in a soft voice she asked “Did you really mean it when you said I was beautiful?” I took my hand and placed it on hers and said “I never meant anything more in my life honey. You are truly the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. I wouldn’t be surprised to see you on TV one of these days.”
Her eyes darted up to my face looking to see if I was just pulling her leg trying to make her feel better. “Do you really mean it?” she asked. “You know I do.” I replied. “Can I ask you something else?” she asked me almost pleading. “Go ahead honey you can ask me anything you know that.” ” Are you sure?” she asked “I mean I don’t know what you’ll think of me if I do.” She was sitting there trembling. I could see the fear in her eyes as she stared at me.

“You can ask me anything.” I assured her “I have never judged you and I never will.