I did not want this. At least in the beginning. I swear not. This was the third time she asked me. ‘If you wanna just play, without all the… other stuff, I’m in’ I had told her the second time. We met when we were kids in a chess club and were fierce competitors. I just, stopped playing the game in a few years but she continued- winning tournaments and all. We remained friends though, and to be honest, I always had a little sapphic crush on her. How could I not! It was perfect, the way she would tower above me when we walked side by side but bent over a little bit, her hand with those soft long fingers on my shoulders, her black, plaited hair brushing me as she flew a little with every step. Her breasts, her waist, her ankles- I don’t want to objectify her- but she was SUCH A BEAUTIFUL person. I wanted her and now her proposition seemed so goddamn tempting. A game of chess and whoever wins gets to fuck the other with the strap on I got for secret Santa last Christmas. I shouldn’t have told her about it. This might see like it comes from no where but that’s how she is. Impulsive. Wicked.