My Wet And Messy Date With Alexandra

It's been almost ten years since that one afternoon Alexandra came over. I remember it so well; it'll forever be written in my memory in stone. We never ended up finishing all those pies. I remember thinking it was a real shame, as I would have loved to see her completely covered from head to toe. We also didn't go any further than making out. That was fine, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go any further than that.

But we made out for like forty-five minutes. It was heaven. I had liked Ally for years, that afternoon was a dream come true.

But it never happened again. She was going to see a movie with some friends, and she ended up missing most of the trailers, she was so late. She told me afterwards she could barely pay attention to the movie because of how paranoid she was that her friends could smell the chocolate and custard on her. She was very thorough in cleaning up, especially behind her ears, because I couldn't see anything on her after her shower, but when we made out for another few minutes on the couch, and at the door, and outside on the street, I could still smell that sweet chocolate all over. But maybe that was just me.

But yeah, it never happened again. It's hard to say why. It was clear we had an amazing time. We would bring it up with a giggle from time to time, and once or twice we joked about how we totally should do that again sometime, but it just never happened. We just didn't see each other much; our friend groups didn't overlap. But our eyes would catch each other's every once in a while, and in her smile I swear I could see her remembering that sweet afternoon.

I haven't seen her in five years now. We both finished school, we both got jobs, and we both just drifted apart. It's been over a year since we even messaged each other. I opened a conversation with her and checked, and it was me saying happy birthday. She said thanks, with a heart. And nothing since, not even on my birthday. I wonder if she's even still single.

I'm pretty sure she is. I've kept in touch with Laura really well, and as far as she knows, Ally still hasn't dated anyone. She must still be waiting for "the one." I've been on dates, but nothing serious, and to be honest, nothing sexual. It's just not really my thing, I just never really felt a real connection with anyone to make me really want that with them. I began to wonder if I'd feel that way with Ally... I wondered if I would have gone all the way with her on that sweet afternoon ten years ago...

Her chat window was still open in front of me. Do I message her? I have nothing to say. It says she's online, wow. I wonder what she's doing now. I wonder where she lives. I thought to myself, maybe I'll send a pie emoji! That would be hilarious. I wonder if she'll remember. I typed it in, jokingly. I was about to hit backspace, when I thought... should I? Should I do it? My heart was racing. This was so silly.

I didn't send it. But I left it there, in the text field. If she opens our message conversation, she'd see I'm typing, and maybe that's the connection we need to start talking. I decided to make myself some breakfast instead. Just some cereal. My cat would love that, she always comes running when I open the cereal box, I usually give her a couple because she's just too funny.

I poured myself some cereal, but my cat didn't come running. That was weird. I went back to my computer, and lo and behold, the cat was waiting for me on the keyboard of my laptop. Whenever I'm trying to work the cat loves to walk across the keyboard and mess with whatever document I'm typing.

Oh my god.

I bolted to the computer and spilled half my cereal on the ground. Cat loved that.

The pie emoji was sent. My eyes darted to the top of the screen. Alexandra is currently online. My eyes darted to the bottom of the screen. She hadn't seen the message yet.

I hesitated. Just for a moment. Then I unsent the message. I took a deep breath and looked at my cat. She was so proud of herself.

Then Ally sent me a message.

"I saw that!"

My heart stopped. My mind raced. Ten seconds was like ten minutes. She was typing again. Then she stopped typing. Typing again. Stopped.

I could do nothing but stare at the screen while my cat finished her second breakfast and left the room.

I don't know how much time passed. I wondered what was going on in her head, wherever she is. Typing. Not typing. Typing. What was she doing?

Then a message appeared. It had been ten agonizing minutes of her figuring out what to say.

"Free to hang out tonight at 8? It's been a while!"

"My place? 69 Plough Cr"

I thought about what to say. What were her intentions? Was that seriously her address? Just the thought of spending time with her for an evening of chatting made my heart race. Then another message appeared:

"We could bake something :P"

And then she sent the pie emoji. Oh my god. I couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe she really meant we could bake something. Maybe she doesn't even remember. But how could she not?

Without thinking too much more, I said, "Sure, that sounds awesome! I'll be there!"

And then I sent a pie emoji.

* * *

I parked a couple houses down the street. It was 7:45. I only lived 15 minutes away, but I wasn't going to take any chances I would be late. I sat in my car for what felt like ages, just willing my rock-hard boner to go away. I can't go in there like this!

At 7:59 I managed to convince it to dissipate by listening to music as a distraction. I hoped Ally didn't know I was sitting there in my car for a quarter of an hour. That thought plagued me as I walked up to her door. I rang the doorbell and heard it ring throughout her house.

A few moments later she opened the door. She had a huge, infectious smile on and it was impossible not to beam a huge smile right back at her. I took a moment to take her in, her long blonde hair was just as it used to be, she was wearing a gorgeous cable-knit blouse that was way more revealing than I ever remembered her wearing, with a deep cleavage. I couldn't help but realize that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. These five years have landed on her wonderfully.

We hugged. She was so warm, and she smelled really good. "It's so great to see you!" one of us said. Her house was really, really warm, I was surprised she was wearing a sweater in that heat. But it suited her outfit so well. I wished I didn't wear a sweater myself!

She showed me around her new house: the living room, the basement, her bedroom, her home office, it was a wonderful place, and it was clear she wasn't currently seeing anyone. In the back of my mind I had wondered if we'd be hanging out with more than just the two of us.

We sat on the couch and we caught up. Talking to her was the most natural thing in the world, we laughed, we talked about old friends, we updated each other on everything in our lives, we must have talked for an hour or more. She was just the most wonderful person.

Then in the middle of our conversation, she just stopped talking. She just stared at me. A smile was growing on her beautiful, perfect face. I couldn't help but smile too. I broke the silence: "Hi!"

"Hi!" She said, with a giggle, and with her voice suddenly all wavery. Was she shaking? She looked down slightly, then looked back to my eyes. She took a breath. "I," she said, then paused, then, "I really missed you." My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to stay casual. "Yeah, me too, this has been really fun."

"Yeah," she said. She was actually shaking now. She cleared her throat and shuffled a little closer to me. She put her hand on my knee and said, "I really missed you." She leaned even closer, and smiled at me, then went really serious. Her eyes darted between my eyes and my lips. She was leaning more now, completely unsmiling. I could feel her hand on my knee shaking. And I was shaking too.

Without thinking, I quickly leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Less than a second later she was kissing me back, with everything she had. We were lying on the couch in no time, making out, just like we had done ten years ago. My heart was racing in ways it hadn't in a decade. This girl is amazing. I ran my hands down her back, and she ran her hands through my hair, and we kissed each other so deeply and passionately I have no idea how much time passed. She forced my hands over her sweater on her breasts and I did as I was told; I rubbed them to her moans and delicately circled her clearly hardened nipples, under the rough cable-knit sweater.

After some time, we just lay together on the couch with my body half-buried in the couch cushions while she lay beside me, nearly falling off. To be honest, she was mostly on top of me, with her head resting on the cushion just looking into my eyes, beaming with her magnificent smile. We just smiled at each other.

We weren't shaking anymore, kissing her felt like the most natural thing in the world. But it was still there in her voice, that cute, slight waver. "You wouldn't believe how much I think about that time we kissed in university."

"Oh, I believe you, I could never forget it, it was one of the best afternoons of my life." We talked about that time, but neither of us ever mentioned the pies, or getting messy at all, just that we kissed and how it made us felt.

"I've never done that with anyone," she said. I understood what she meant, I think, she surely had kissed other boys but nothing as hot or passionate as right now.

"Me too, this has been incredible." I paused. "You're the most beautiful woman, you're just..." She cut me off with another kiss. After a bit more, and with me being buried even deeper into her couch, she looked at me, and said with a voice even shakier than I had heard her yet that evening, "You stay right there, don't move."

I didn't say anything but I didn't move an inch. She gave me a peck on the nose, stood up, then looked down at my crotch, for just a moment, before looking back at me. She popped her eyebrows up... she saw how hard I was. I could hear her hurried footsteps as she hustled to the back of the living room and into another room she didn't show me when I got here. I could hear her pick something up and walk carefully back to where I was. She stepped to behind the couch, and paused there. I didn't say a thing, and she didn't either. What was she doing? I was about to say, Ally..."

But then she spoke in a voice that was trembling more than I had ever heard before. "There's a lot more to that afternoon that I miss... I hope you do too!"

And suddenly my face was covered with chocolate, whipped cream, and pie crust. It was so warm, and it tasted so good. The whipped cream was mostly melted by now, but that was exactly the texture I loved and remembered from that time almost ten years ago. I was so distracted by the shock that I didn't even notice that she got on top of me. I wiped away the cream and chocolate from my eyes to see she was straddling my chest when she said, "And it wouldn't be fair to you if I didn't do this!"

I braced for impact but there was nothing, I looked up and saw that she had pushed the second pie into her own face, with bits of whipped cream specking the couch and floor behind her. There was so much custard, dripping from her face down her sweater, inside and out, over her yoga pants, and onto my chest. I could feel the warmth of the custard as it began to pool on me.

Her breathing was deep, and she moaned as the rubbed the yellow-white mixture into her sweater and into her hair. She reached back and felt my crotch, before immediately snapping her hand back with a nearly silent "sorry," as if she had touched it absent-mindedly, driven by pure excitement and desire. She shuffled her body down mine until she was straddling my cock, before she leaned over to kiss me again. A lot of the custard dropped off her face onto mine and I winced with excitement. She started to laugh, she didn't expect that! I started to laugh too, and we made out again.

I wondered if this would be the same as last time, with just two pies. Did she even notice that I had many more pies prepared for us back then? Or did she think it was just the two? I thought about how if I had been bold enough to invite her over, I would have had a lot more than two pies ready.

It was as if she could read my mind. She got up off me. By now we were both completely covered in chocolate and custard and what whipped cream remained. Our clothes were basically ruined, with her cable-knit sweater almost completely caked in yellow. She looked at me and smiled, and pulled me up out of the couch, almost slipping in the cream that had spilled all over the floor. We both laughed, and I put my arms around her and held her close. She said, "there's a lot we never finished last time. I've been baking."

My eyes grew so wide. My cock was nearly bursting out of my pants. She glanced down again at it, I pretended that I didn't notice.

She had hidden a dish cloth under the couch. Was all of this planned? She used it to wipe her socks and I did the same. She held my hand as she led me to the back of her living room, into the kitchen. "There's one last room I have to show you."

"Ally... Ally... Ally..." I just said her name, over and over again, in awe of what she had done. She had coated every surface of her kitchen in pies, every single one looking identical to every other. She had indeed been baking. No wonder her house was so warm! She kissed me again.

"From the moment you messaged me this morning I knew what I had to do. I haven't stopped baking all day, I'm so glad you weren't early or it would have ruined the surprise!"

I was still awestruck. I looked at her and I kissed her so passionately. She ran her hands along my whole body, and I did the same to her, mushing the chocolate and custard into everything. I felt her butt and breasts over her clothes, and she felt my chest and butt too. My heart and cock felt like they would explode.

When we stopped, I saw that her sweater had become so heavy that one of her breasts had popped out. She saw that I noticed and smiled, gave me a quick kiss, and put it back in. "Not yet!" she said, "I've got a plan still..."

I moved towards the pie nearest to me, I wanted to grab it quick and smash it into her face. Catch her by surprise. But she stopped me, "Nooo! We're not ready for that yet. I have everything planned perfectly, trust me!" I decided then that I would do whatever she told me to do that night. Whatever she wanted, I would do. My mind went to every place imaginable.

"I just wanted to bring you here to show you, now let's do the rest of my plan." She kissed me and grabbed my hand again and brought us to the other room. Her bedroom.

"You sure about this?" I said, thinking about how we were about to fuck, before realizing that might not be her intention. Honestly, it's probably not. So I quickly tried to save it by following up with, "we're going to get your room covered in pies, your bed..."

Then I realized what I hadn't noticed before: the rug around the bed was made of plastic, and there was a stack of rolled up towels behind the door.

Ally lifted the sheet on the bed to reveal a plastic mattress protector. Oh my god, she had thought of everything. She began to surround the rug with the rolled up towels, and I helped her; it only took a couple minutes. I came up with a folding technique that would link them all together, and for some reason I got a really great kiss for that!

"I thought that we shouldn't ruin my couch any more... when I saw you all shoved in the cushions like that I just couldn't help myself." I did feel a little bad for her couch, but she was already on to the next thing. "So we're, like, totally covered in this stuff." She ran her hands down my body as she sat me down on the bed. "But there could be so much more."

I saw on the bedside table there was a long piece of cloth.

"A blindfold!" Ally said with a laugh.

"Oh wow" I said. I would never have thought of that.

"Hold on. We need to bring all those pies in here," Ally said. I started to get up to help when she went, "Oh, wait, no, you can't help me. Actually..."

She then picked up the blindfold and wrapped it around my head. I couldn't see a thing. She tied it tightly.

"Actually, you have to wait here. I'll be right back." She kissed me again, and then again, and laughed. "You're so cute." I couldn't help but laugh as I sat on the edge of her bed, just waiting and listening as she moved every pie from the kitchen into the bedroom. I could hear her placing pies on every possible surface, "Ah, there's no more space!" She laughed. I could hear her putting them on the floor. This girl was crazy!

"Okay," she said, once she had finished. "Here's what we're going to do." I could sense her moving closer to me. She pushed open my legs with her body and pressed herself up against me. "We're going to take turns pieing each other, blindfolded. And each time you're pied, you have 5 seconds to guess the flavour. If you're wrong, you have to..."

I kissed her, to show how excited I was. She pulled back, and said "whoa..." as if she had to regain her balance.

"If you're wrong, you have to... remove..." she hesitated, her voice trembled again, "remove..." she was pausing.

"A piece of clothing?" I said, fishing her sentence. She kissed me.

"Yes!" She laughed. "Okay, 5!"

She smashed a pie into my face. She must have been holding it the whole time.

"4! 3!"

All I could taste was cream. "Umm, I don't know!"

"2!"

Then the smell hit, in the nick of time. "Banana!"

"1! Yes, it's banana! I think..." I was surprised by another kiss, followed by a lick, then another kiss as she put her banana cream tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced a bit as the banana flavour filled both our nostrils. Her face was certainly covered with it now. "I don't think I can remember what each one is... so I may need to, ah, taste to verify!"

We both laughed. She took off the blindfold and I could see that the banana cream had just gotten around her mouth. She was so hot.

She sat down beside me and put the blindfold on herself. "Okay, now you..."

But before she could finish, a pie was in her face. I grabbed one at my feet and pushed it in. I pushed it in softly, to give her a bit more time. "Five!" I said.

"Banana!"

She was quick. Another banana?

I leaned in to verify. I kissed her so deeply, and she pulled me onto the bed with her, as I lay on top of her, I could taste all the flavours of the night... chocolate, vanilla custard, banana, and coconut!

"Coconut! It's coconut, not banana."

"Ahhh noo" She mocked disappointment. "I thought, I could definitely taste banana."

"That was my banana you were tasting," I said, only after realizing the innuendo.

"I've never tasted your banana" she said, snarkily, before kissing me again. She then looked at me and said, "I guess I'm first." She wiped her eyes more and started to pull off her sweater.

"Should have worn a bra today!" I said, joking. "I think I'm going to win this game!"

"I was wearing one, until you rang the doorbell..." she said as the sweater was coming off. It was so laden with custard that it flopped down on the side of the bed with a thud and made a dent in the mattress. Her breasts were out, beautiful, round, and perfect, cleaner than I would have expected given how much custard was in that sweater. Then I realized.

"Hey, that's not fair, you took most of your first pie off when you took off that sweater." She lay back on the bed, boobs jiggling as she smiled at me through all the cream. This time, I straddled her as I picked up her sweater and wrung it out all over her stomach, chest, and neck. So much custard dripped out, and covered her upper body. I couldn't help but shuffle back, lean over, and lick her belly button. She looked down at me with her blindfolded eyes.