Scarlet Letter Anthology

My GameChanger - @kristianabooks

Pride and Passion Winner 

My GameChanger by kristianabooks

SAVANNAH

The creak screech of my office chair as I swiveled back and forth, leftward and rightward, was mundane noise as I took a mental note of all my personal stuff so when it was time to bolt out of the office, I'd be packed and ready to meet my girls at our favorite daiquiri lounge.

The four S': Savannah, Sierra, Silvie, and Sloane are my best friends. We graduated college together and were lucky to find internships in the same city. Every Friday, each of us hosted an event. It could be a dinner, pajama party, game night, movie night, clubbing–whatever–we always turned up, ready to play.

Tonight was Sierra's turn. She had instructed us to wear comfy clothing in the morning, and no further details were given on the shindig to follow later on. We'd meet at the Muse Spot for our regular strawberry daiquiris and margaritas before embarking on whatever Sisi wanted us to do.

I lifted my eyes from my level four thousand candy crush win on my phone, and the pink on-screen doll danced to my hard-earned success. I craned my neck to check if my boss was packing anytime soon.

He was.

Fucking fantastic. Time to leave this den and hydrate like a big girl.

Click, click. I opened Microsoft Word on my desktop monitor and typed random keys on the keyboard to show how busy and committed I was, then a ping from the internal messaging app drew my attention to the screen.

Jessie: Hey cutie, can I take you out tonight?

I smiled before responding. Jessie had revamped her efforts to get me to go on a date with her since learning Jason and I were on a break.

Savannah: Hey Jess, thanks, but no. I'm meeting some of my girls tonight, and I still very much like dick.

Jessie: Okay, I'm a girl. Can I come? Mmm... to join your group of girls, that is.

I raised my head above the monitor to look directly at her from my cubicle; thanks to the all-glass partitioning in the office, you couldn't even relieve a quick punani itch before checking if the coast was clear.

Our eyes met, and I froze for a second. Jessie had an inflated pear-shaped body, but her face–front cover Vogue worthy on a make-up-free day; Perfectly curved eyebrows over velvety eyelashes, pouty sweet-syrup lips, Santorini blue eyes, and a nose that even the French madames would envy.

Whatever she lacked in height and the thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six, outdated metrics, she more than made up for in spirit, passion, and stubbornness.

Her palm smoothened her blonde-bleached bob cut as she stared at the screen with impatient eyes, waiting for my response.

Savannah: If you promise to behave.

Jessie: Sweet cakes, that's a vast spectrum of expectations. Narrow it for me a little?

Savannah: Sigh, be civil. Don't start reciting your five reasons why it is better to be with a lesbian.

I stared at the screen, waiting for her rebuttal.

Eek... I flinched at the feel of something soft grazing my ears–Jessie's lips.

A hot balmy breath fanned my lobe as she seductively spoke in a hushed tone close to my neck, "I can guarantee the orgasms you will get because I know what I'll be doing down there, unlike some clueless guy who will never know the perfect pressure for all the different parts of your dripping pussy. And I'll understand your body on an instinctual level and let you be yourself during your period. You can cry, yell, and be YOU because I know it's not a sign of weakness."