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Whatever she lacked in height and the thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six, outdated metrics, she more than made up for in spirit, passion, and stubbornness.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

The tip of her tongue touched my ear fleetingly, and the cooling breeze from her exhalation made me suck in a breath as the wetness on my ear felt chillingly good.

I tucked my belly button in and remained stock still. I hoped the five people in the office would not find our closeness immodest.

"I told you, sweetcakes," she continued, "every kiss will be fruit-flavored; cherry, strawberry, peaches, and cream... What's your favorite? I'll order a whole box of it from Amazon now. And your pussy will taste like a ripe, juicy strawberry after my lips make it my new home."

"Jessie, you should–" I tried feigning discomfort, but my cheeks remained plastered to hers.

"Do you know how good it feels to sleep with a tit in your hand?" She squeezed the flesh on my arm softly and wantonly. I closed my eyes and imagined her hands on my globes doing the exact same thing. "Sweetcakes, we are going to take turns being little spoon, but when I'm the one behind you, I'm going to rub, squeeze, then pinch your nipples before I kiss you goodnight."

Whoa.

And just like that, she spun out of my cubicle, returning to her seat. I stared at my fingertip, which had gone rigid on the keyboard. My blank document was full of yyyyyyyyyyyy.

In a New York minute, I typed on the internal message chat.

Savannah: Yes, you can come.

*

"Over here!" Sierra gestured with her slender arm, raised high, beckoning us to join them at their table, their glasses half full of the slushious cocktail.

"Hey, beauties," I hugged each of my friends with a peck on the cheek as I settled in the crescent-shaped, burgundy booth taking a sip of Sierra's margarita, then introduced Jessie to the group. "Girls, this is my..." I swallowed, "friend and colleague, her name is Jessie, and I've asked her not to recite her mantra of five reasons why we should date a girl."

"Ah-ah," Sloane peered from the middle of the u-shaped booth to meet Jessie's gaze, "I wanna hear all about those rules. I'm curious, very. Leave nothing out." She queried with a captivated smirk.

Jessie gazed from me to Sloane before a sly smile pulled at the corner of her lips, "How about we do a different exercise, one that will yield far better results than my tantalizing speech?" All the girls were quizzical. Jessie took that as her cue to proceed. "How many of you have ever kissed a girl?"

Oh no.

Silvie's and Sierra's hands shot up faster than a blink. Then everyone turned their judgy eyes on me, and I raised my hand apprehensively to a half-concurring.

"Would you like me to show you two... or will you try with each other while we watch?" Jessie directed her tutorial question to Sierra and Silvie. "Sisi and Sil can pair up, and I'll give Savannah my tongue for practice." My eyes widened at her statement, but I was the only one stunned.

"You want us to do it here?" Silvie flipped her golden fro hair, and her innocent doe eyes were full of amusement.

"Sure!" Jessie cooed with an encouraging smile, "No one will ever stop two girls kissing. The entire bar might cheer for you to keep going."

Sierra did not wait for the referee to blow the commence whistle. She palmed Silvie's face, shoving her tongue in urgency inside her mouth. They began with gentle caresses of each other's lips before their tongues rolled, twisted, and danced passionately.

I watched with my hand over my mouth, dumbfounded at how fast this had unraveled. I found it insanely hot, and my eyes remained moon-shaped as I watched my two friends lick, taste, and devour each other like there was a hidden gem down their throats they had to discover it.

After about two minutes, they stopped, their faces pulled apart, as they gazed at each other intensely.

"That was fucking awesome!" Sloane's eyes shone brighter than a diamond.

"I know, right?" A blushing Silvie chimed in. Her eyes gleamed with accomplishment.

Jessie turned to face me, "Now you," she huffed endearingly, "ready?"

You can never be ready, so just go for it.

CHAPTER 2

SAVANNAH

"Now you," she huffed endearingly, "ready?"

I took a minute to stare into her orbs—a yearning flame, an unselfish inferno—all for me.

I nodded.

With the featherlite pressure, she traced the outline of my lips following the pencil-lined curvy map.

Then she scooted closer, her plump ass gyrating left then right on the cushy booth until she was a breath away from me, "Show me your tongue, sweetheart," Jessie whispered, her melodic voice sodden with lust, longing, and anticipation.

I darted out just the tip, holding back the rest of my velvety pink.

Her soft hand rested on my nape, and her pointy manicured fingernails grazed the soft baby hairs at the back of my neck. She played with my silken strands, curling them to the left, twirling to the right, and coiling the longer strands around her index finger before releasing and tagging at them with just the perfect amount of brutish force.

She was an expert at calming my nerves and setting them on fire at the same time.

My eyes narrowed and widened. The harmless ministrations sent my mind into a desperate, needy chaos. I needed some remedy. Anything to freeze the anarchy conjured by my body and slow down the inevitable—My admission that I was damn desperate wanting to try this.

Our eyes remained fixated on each other. The serene air threatened to combust into a debaucherous inferno if none of us took that next step.

I lost the internal battle.

I leaped forward and touched the tip of her tongue with mine. It was supposed to be platonic, genial, probing. A simple collision of two taste buds that held the power to ruin, love, heal, and destroy.

Instead, a raging desire breezed over my bow-shaped lips, and I was panting and heaving with need that announced my readiness and willingness to be taken by Jessie. I was ready to explore.

She parted her mouth wider, like welcoming me home and making me feel comfortable doing as I pleased. My tongue explored every surface of her mouth and frolicked with hers like it was mine to play with. I teased and tasted until I needed air.

I pressed closer to her and slinked my fingertips with her hair, pulling her closer so we'd breathe the charged air between us. Our lips melded together, getting wetter, puffier, and redder. My thoughts were no longer my own, and my need to take things further with Jessie had me moaning inside her mouth.

She responded.

Her hands rose from my back and intimately cupped my cheeks. She drew lazy circles on the hollow of my dimples, and a river of goosebumps covered my body, making me shiver with want and need.

"Mm... Savannah," Jessie whispered my name like it held the secret to life.

"Mhm," I didn't want to stop tasting her. She tasted like freedom.

Our faces collided, teeth clanged, noses crushed.

In a swift move, Jessie had my legs over hers, and the only thing thought about was sitting on top of her so I could rub myself on her as we deepened our kiss.

Everything around us dissolved into non-existence. It was just Jessie and Me. It didn't matter where we were or what was happening; I knew I could never stay away from her, and I wanted more.

This kiss was not an introduction. It was a summation—a game changer.

When my eyes opened, it was as if I was seeing the world anew through a new lens. Everything was clearer, better, brighter. I gazed at her with an endearment I hadn't known lived inside of me. She stared at me like I was her entire universe.

When I looked around, I found my girls staring with glassy eyes. My best friends had felt our connection; I had found my person.

Jessie placed a tender kiss on my temple before she grazed my ear and whispered a delicious command, "Let's go to the bathroom, sweetheart. I cannot wait until later to devour you."

"Okay." I hummed and bit my lower lip. My eyes shone with contentment, and my body was hot to the touch.

We excused ourselves, and Jessie led the way with my fingers enmeshed with hers. Once we found an empty stall, Jess shut the door and left the yellow Cleaning in Progress sign outside the door.

"Do you know how much I've wanted you, Sav?" Her hands we caressing, loving, and grabbing every inch of my curvaceous rear. "Do you know how hard it has been to watch you through those damning clear windows when all I could think about was sending my monitor flying to the floor, spreading your thighs over my desk, and having you as my lunch?"

A needy gasp escaped my throat as I gazed at her in wonder. I had no idea she'd wanted me that way, that badly. And if today had gone differently without my friends insisting, would I have said yes? Would I have taken the chance to get to know the one meant for my soul?

My thoughts were interrupted when Jessies tongued the hollow of my neck. A sensual purr escaped my lips, and my neck arched to give her better access. I moaned at the heavy petting and whimpered from the longing in her voice.

"Jessie, kiss me again," I begged. I needed her lips on mine with brutal urgency. She was my new favorite flavor, and right now, I needed a dose.

"Is that all you want, princess?" She smirked as she grazed my lips and then nipped my shoulder. I was going to jump her if she did not give me what I wanted.

"I-I want everything you can give me, Jessie," I cooed between fondling her tits and pulling her closer to me, the need for friction between my legs boiled faster than a pressure cooker.

"Do you want me to lick your nipples?" Jessie asked as she twisted the hardened peaks over my blouse.

"Yes!"

"Do you want my finger deep inside your pussy?" She continued her assay, her digits grazing the soft curls between my legs, making my knees buckle.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried out.

"What will you do when my tongue is deep inside you? Fucking you until you forget your name?" Jessie dipped her middle finger in my drenched center, and a soft curse flew from the corners of her lips when she realized how wet I was for her. How much I wanted her too.

"I will-I will come for you, Jessie! I will come all over your mouth! I'll give you everything you want! Just, please...I need to come!" I was grinding on her finger, ready to ride it till kingdom come if her mouth did not latch on my sweet spot in seconds.

That kiss from the booth and her naughty words had fired me to the stars, and I was ready to explode. All I needed was her tongue and fingers to catapult me to the titillating realms.

Jessie lowered her slick-coated finger from my center and sucked it clean. "Frangipani shower gel?"

I nodded. My heavy-lidded eyes blinked without stopping.

How the fuck did she figure that out? A guy wouldn't.

Her hands grabbed my hips, and she began lowering my panties. I shimmied and stepped out of them. She closed the toilet seat cover and ordered me to raise my leg and rest my foot on it.

I acquiesced.

Then, like a subject to her regal, she went down on her knees, with her eyes burning every inch of my skin. She rested in front of my womanhood.

"Sweetheart, no one has ever been this wet for me," she peppered kisses from my toes, stopping at the point where my thighs met, "and tonight, I'll make you come as no one else has."

She ran her soft tongue across my folds and deliberately waited to kiss and suck me I craved her the most.

"Oh, yes," I was incoherent with lust. My clit throbbing, viciously palpitating between my legs. "Jessie, please..."

With expert dexterity, her fingers pushed open my slick folds as I settled my leg on her shoulder. She eyed my soft pink peak with greed so salacious I thought we'd be rolling on the public toilet floor very soon.

And without further delay, she craned her neck higher and—

xoxo