I sat down next to her and rested a hand on er soft leg. Her skin was perfect. Soft but firm and perfectly smooth. No birthmarks, no scars, nothing bu...t nubile teenage perfection."Are you scared?" I asked her, gently moving my hand up and down her thigh. She nodded."You know what is going to happen to you tonight, right?" She nodded again. A slight shiver ran through her when I touched her inner thigh, slowly moving my hand up."Do you like that?" She nodded shyly, but with an expression on her. She finally relinquished the grip of her lips, and sat back, looking at me.I laid there, trying to recuperate, thinking I had died, and unable to believe what had just happened to me. Until yesterday, this person had been my slightly geeky best friend. In the past few minutes, she had performed what must have been a world-class blowjob on her first attempt. I had the fleeting thought that she must have done one huge pile of research to be this good on her first try.After a couple of moments,. I could only imagine who I would have become had we been able to live the life we deserved. My grandma always said, ‘God gives us just enough — never too much and never too little.’ She was right. That short time I knew you was just long enough for me to know someone loved me. I think that was the thing that changed me most of all. Knowing that someone had unconditional love for me. And that was what made me finally able to let go and love myself. Sometimes at night I think about the night you. … Hm-hmm, … I guess I’ll have to do it myself.’ Then she grinned and added: ‘I was, a little, before,’ and grinned again and raised the corners of her pajama top to let me see that she had nothing else on. ‘Go to bed!’ ‘You too, and think of me,’ she replied with another grin and turned. I did, as I watched her walk away, envisioning her bare ass and back above her naked legs that I could see. And in bed, despite my efforts to think about Sandy, recollection and images of my sister.