It happened the last week of freshman year at Northwestern University.

On a warm Saturday afternoon at the end of finals week, my roommate Ryan and I ventured out of Willard Residence Hall and joined a large crowd gathering in the middle of lush, sun-drenched Deering Meadow. Music throbbed from a sound system, shattering the normal tranquility of the lawn, and an atmosphere of giddy anticipation filled the air.

'College Challenge' had come to campus. I had no idea what to expect, beyond what I had heard--that it was some kind of wild and crazy internet audience participation event that traveled the country putting college students in outrageous situations. The requirement that all participants wear swimsuits added a slightly naughty, kinky dimension, increasing the appeal.

2:00 PM. The music cut out and the crowd cheered with earsplitting intensity as Josh Summers, the hunky host of 'College Challenge' appeared and introduced the show. A camera crew had the scene covered from every angle. After an initial introduction, Josh said,

"For our first challenge, we're looking for two brave female volunteers."

A sea of hands were thrust in the air. Pacing back and forth, Josh took his time to survey all of the delicious choices. Then he said,

"We're going to ask these two lovely young women to come forward now."

An earthy dance beat began to pump from the sound system. Cheered on by the crowd, two stunningly beautiful girls stepped forward, hesitantly, as if they couldn't believe they had been chosen. They stood in front of the crowd, giggling with a hint of apprehension. Their sumptuous bikini-clad bodies were greeted with rowdy whistles and catcalls. One of the girls was slightly petit with short, neatly-styled red hair and blue eyes. She had one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen. Her short, attractive bob hairstyle seemed to compliment a cute, spunky personality. The other girl had a dark, Mediterranean complexion and glorious, shining, chestnut-brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. Dark, vivacious eyes illuminated a face that was so beautiful and distinctive that I could hardly look away.

"Tell us your name." commanded Josh, pushing the microphone in front of the redhead.

"Caitlin."

"Tell us a little about yourself, Caitlin. What are you studying here at Northwestern?"

"I'm majoring in Communications with a minor in International Studies."

"That's awesome, Caitlin. What is one cool thing that you like to do for fun when you're not studying?"

"I'm a member of the Irish Dance Team here on campus."

The crowd cheered. Josh turned to the other girl.

"Tell us your name."

"Isabella."

"What are you studying here at Northwestern, Isabella?"

"Biology."

"Cool. And what do you like to do in your free time?"

"I play the flute, and I also love singing and music theater."

"Caitlin and Isabella, I get the sense you know each other pretty well." said Josh. "Are you, like, best friends and roommates?"

Predictably, they were.

"Rad. Just out of curiosity, have either of you ever seen 'College Challenge' before? Do you have any idea what kinds of things happen on our show?"

Caitlin and Isabella looked at each other, giggling nervously, and admitted that they hadn't. The delighted crowd let out a mocking grown. Sensing that potential danger lay ahead, the girls listened intently as Josh continued:

"Caitlin and Isabella, do you both like cake and ice cream?"

Laughing with an endearing innocence, they nodded in the affirmative.

"That's good, because your challenge is called 'Banana Spit Bikini.'

On cue, a crew of guys removed a plastic covering to reveal two long Slip N' Slides, coated from end to end with gooey mounds of rapidly-melting vanilla ice cream, massive quantities of whipped cream, and rivers of sticky, drizzled chocolate and strawberry sauces. The seemingly endless ice cream sundaes were interrupted only by three chocolate layer cakes spaced on each Slip N' Slide. Directly in front of the Slip N' Slides were two bright kiddie pools filled with whipped cream. In front of each kiddie pool was a white plastic stool containing a massive chocolate layer cake. Judging by the expressions on their faces, Caitlin and Isabella seemed to have some idea where this might be going.

"As you can see, we have outrageous quantities of cake and ice cream." said Josh. "But we need to turn this into a banana split. That's where we're going to need your help. Caitlin and Isabella, your task is to transport these bananas to those stools. In order to do that, you must crawl through these giant ice cream sundaes, using only your elbows and legs. Somewhere, hidden in each of these whipped cream-filled kiddie pools is a cherry. You must find the cherry. You will have 60 seconds to place the banana and the cherry in a basket beside your designated stool. If you succeed, we will give you $500 in cash and you will have successfully completed the challenge. However, if you fail to complete this task in 60 seconds, we have a slightly different consolation prize. First, you will get a cream pie thrown in your face. Then, you will sit in your cake and you will be turned into a human ice cream sundae. There is one more small problem. It turns out that we have completely run out of banana split containers. So we will be removing the peel of each banana and you will be transporting itin your bikini bottom. That's right, Isabella and Caitlin, before starting the clock, a banana will be dropped into the back of each of your bikinis. When you reach the stool, you must slide the banana in between your legs and pull it out from the front of your bikini. It's OK if it gets a little smushed, but the rule is that you must pull the banana out of the front of your bikini bottom. Do you have any questions?"

The delighted crowd cheered with riot-like intensity. Caitlin and Isabella were speechless, as if struggling to process what they had heard.

"Oh my God..." stammered Caitlin, letting out a giggly gasp. "You mean we actually have to put the banana in our bikini?"

They hesitated for a moment, considering whether or not they should accept the challenge. The crowd began a deranged chant: "Do it!...Do it!...DO IT!" A moment later, they accepted with noticeable trepidation and the crowd burst into cheers.

"This is so stupid..." moaned Isabella, rolling her eyes and nervously brushing a hand through her glorious hair. "I can't believe I'm going to do this."

"Do we have two guys in the crowd who would be interested in helping us drop bananas into these girls swimsuits?" asked Josh.

Instinctively, Nick and I raised our hands in the air. Josh looked right at me and I knew, instantly, that we had been chosen. Stepping forward, I hoped my stiffening cock would not be visible through my board shorts. I was paired with Caitlin and Ryan was paired with Isabella. We were each handed moderate-sized unpeeled bananas.

Caitlin swung her arms and shifted her weight in a transparent attempt to disguise nervousness. She gazed at the long, sloppy, soupy, oozing mass in which she would be wallowing. She took a deep breath and brushed a hand through her beautiful red hair.

"This is going to be such a mess" she said to me quietly, giggling. "I've never done anything like this before."

"I can't say I've ever crawled through a giant ice cream sundae with a banana in my shorts either." I joked.

She looked at me and burst out laughing. She watched as I slowly peeled the banana. She seemed to find the delay torturous.

"I think you're enjoying that a little too much." she teased.

"Just so you know, a global audience will be seeing this, including your friends back home." said Josh. "Caitlin, what's your hometown?"

"Maple Grove, Minnesota." she giggled.

"Caitlin...Our lovely Communications major from Maple Grove, Minnesota...we're going to ask you to turn your ass to the audience."

Shaking with giggles and stiffening her body, she dutifully complied. A camera focused on her well-shaped ass. As the crowd cheered, I slowly and gently pulled out the back of her bikini bottom. It was something I would never ordinarily dream of doing, and I had to remind myself that it was OK. I couldn't resist glancing down at the view. I couldn't believe Caitlin was willingly submitting to this! The crowd cheered as I dropped the banana in and let go. Giggling uncontrollably, Caitlin gave her ass a little shake and tried to adjust the position of the banana which bulged out from the back of her bikini.

"How do I avoid smushing it?" she said through uncontrollable giggles.

"Isabella, what's your hometown." asked Josh.

"Santa Rosa, California." she responded, rolling her eyes.

"Isabella from Santa Rosa...This has got to be your proudest moment...show us your ass."

Her demeanor suggested that she considered herself to be way above this. But she turned, dutifully and the second banana was dropped in.

"Caitlin and Isabella already look delicious," laughed Josh, "They're about to get a little more delicious."

The clock was set. The two girls stood, waiting in front of their Slip N' Slide.

"On your mark...Get set...GO!"

They landed in the sundaes with a splat. Ice cream, whipped cream, and toppings splattered onto me with surprising force. I watched as it all oozed around their legs, arms and breasts. Caitlin let out a giggly yelp as she felt the cold ice cream engulf her body. They wiggled and wriggled, pulling their bodies through the mess and trying to get as much momentum as they could. Caitlin seemed to gasp with orgasmic pleasure as she felt gooey, thickly-frosted chocolate cake smear into her breasts. The sticky mess was working its way into the ends of Isabella's hair. It was an unreal spectaclea silly, glorious, indulgent, decadent WASTE. For the chance to win $500, and for the gratuitous entertainment of their friends and the mindlessly voyeuristic cheap thrills of an internet audience, these intelligent, sexy young women--students at one of America's top private research universities--had set aside every ounce of their dignity.

Within 20 seconds they reached the kiddie pools. Cheered on by the crowd, Caitlin and Isabella got into the pools and searched with both hands for the cherries, scooping gobs of whipped cream. Isabella was slightly in the lead, but with 15 seconds remaining, both girls had found their cherries and thrown them into the basket. Their dripping bodies--smooth and immaculate only moments earlier-- were consumed in the cold, sticky, oozing mixture. Giggling uncontrollably at the absurdity of their task, Caitlin and Isabella began shaking their asses, reaching into the front of their swimsuits in an attempt to pull the banana in between their legs and out the front without their swimsuits falling down. Five seconds remained. The crowd began to count down with the clock. Two or three seconds after the deadline buzzer sounded, Isabella pulled smushed pieces of banana out of her bikini. Caitlin's body gyrated as she pulled out her banana a few seconds later. They stood, shivering, their arms outstretched, looking down at their completely consumed bodies.

There was a hint of sadistic pleasure in the tone of Josh's voice:

"Isabella and Caitlin...I hate to tell you this, but both of you have failed your challenge. These pies will be going in your faces."

The crowd went wild as Caitlin stood, dutifully waiting for the inevitable, her arms dropping to her sides. Amazingly, only splatters of the ice cream sundae had hit her face and hair, while everything below her shoulders was covered. I was instructed to pick up a massive chocolate cream pie from a metal cart. Looking down at the quivering mounds of thick whipped cream, I was amazed at how heavy and deep the tin foil plate was. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to push all of this into Caitlin's face. She seemed like such a sweet, nice girl and she had already been through so much already. The crowd cheered as I slowly approached Caitlin, balancing the pie in one hand. She looked at me directly with her beautiful blue eyes, giggled, and cocked her head slightly as if to say, "You've got me. You're holding all of the cards. I accept this."

Slowly, I raised the pie in aim.

"Punish her!" commanded Josh, sternly. "Give it to her RIGHT IN HER FACE!"

With one forceful push, the entire pie smushed into Caitlin's face. It hit with a slapping sound, followed by a slurp. I rubbed it back and forth and then smeared it up into her hair with the goal of demolishing the cute red bob once and for all. Gobs of whipped cream and chocolate splattered and oozed in every direction. Caitlin was completely unrecognizable under a thick, gooey mask.

"YES!!!" enthused Josh as the crowd erupted. "Oh yeahthat definitely went RIGHT in Caitlin's face! That was awesome!"

Now, Isabella was reluctantly preparing for her own punishment.

"Do I really have to do this?" she moaned through giggles, already knowing the answer. She looked at the equally massive chocolate cream pie Nick held in front of her and braced herself.

Josh decided that he would prolong her torture.

"Isabella, you mentioned that you enjoy singing and musical theater. What are some of the roles you have played?"

It was clear that Isabella was not interested in having this kind of conversation under these circumstances, but she played along.

"Last summer I was in 'Little Shop of Horrors'...My senior year in high school I played 'Maria' in 'West Side Story'...I was also Liesl in 'The Sound of Music.'"

"Have you ever had a pie thrown in your face onstage?" asked Josh.

"No." she answered quickly with a giggle. Her tone of voice said, 'I can't believe you asked me such a stupid question.'

"Isabella, you're obviously really talented." continued Josh. "I think it would be really cool if you sang a few seconds of something for us. You never know, this might be your big break."

Reluctantly, she agreed to sing, as if sensing that it would be easier than resisting. Nick raised the pie in aim at Isabella's face.

Turning to Nick, Josh said, "Let her sing, and the moment she finishes, totally NAIL HER. You know you want to do thisEveryone wants to see this pie go right in Isabella's face!"

She obviously had a beautiful and well-trained voice, but she was unable to hold back a torrent of giggles. The stunningly beautiful biology major from Santa Rosa, California struggled to hold it together long enough to complete even a few seconds of a slightly rushed and distracted "I Dreamed a Dream" from "Les Miserables":

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by...
...when hope was high and life worth living."

SMACK. The pie went squarely in her face and was smeared into her hair, instantly erasing any dignity that Isabella had left. The crowd cheered in approval.

Now, it was time to turn Caitlin and Isabella into the ultimate human ice cream sundaes. Already unrecognizable and consumed in a mixture of slop, they each stood in front of their stools, preparing to sit in the perfectly-sculpted cakes. Dripping from head to foot, they looked like creatures from a bad science fiction film.

My eyes drifted to the edge of the crowd. 'Oh no.' I thought. 'Please tell me that visiting prospective students on a campus tour are not seeing this' The looks of amused, horrified shock and confusion on their faces were priceless. Talk about bad timing. This perverse spectacle would undoubtedly be their most lasting memory of prestigious Northwestern University.

I watched Caitlin position her ass strategically over the stool. The crowd counted down: "Five!...Four!...THREE!...TWO!!!...ONE!!!"

Caitlin sank into the deep cake, crushing it flat. Under the thick mask of pie, her mouth opened with orgasmic pleasure as she felt it ooze between her legs and she let out a giggly gasp. At Josh's direction, I picked up a massive, heavy can of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. I lifted the can over Caitlin's head and slowly let it tip. The crowd reacted with a long, mocking grown of delight as the sticky, black chocolate engulfed Caitlin, consuming her hair, dripping onto her shoulders, pouring into her glorious breasts and down her beautiful legs. Caitlin wiggled slightly on the stool, clenching her hands together. Isabella was treated to a similar fate, courtesy of Ryan. Her shoulders shot into the air and her mouth hung open, as if in shock.

I dumped a can of strawberry topping over Caitlin's head. She was almost drowning in it, struggling to keep it out of her eyes. We were given huge buckets of softening vanilla ice cream. We were told to scoop it out with our hands. Caitlin shook with giggles as I threw gobs of ice cream at her. I smeared it into her legs, her breasts. Only five minutes earlier she had been the beautiful, cute, spunky redhead looking for an adventure. Now, she and Isabella had been reduced to targets of pies and fistfuls of ice cream. It seemed so humiliating. I shook cans of whipped cream and sprayed them on Caitlin. She was so completely covered that it didn't even matter anymore.

When we were done, Caitlin and Isabella sat dazed and shivering on their stools. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful girl I had just finished totally demolishing. There was something about the way all of this gunk hung off of her legs and breasts that was beyond hot.

I thought I should at least give her my name and ask if she was OK. To my surprise, she said,

"How about a hug?"

It was her way of getting back at me. She pressed her body into mine, obviously trying to get me as messy as possible. I knew she could feel my stiff cock. She scooped off the sloppy mixture and smeared it in my hair with a playful pat.

"Oh no you don't!" I said, grinning as I shoved her into the kiddie pool of whipped cream. She erupted in giggles. We wrestled and played. The feeling of her slippery body sliding over mine was ecstasy. Our lips locked in a kiss. Moments later, I was helping her hose off. As I aimed the hose at her cleavage, she pulled out the top of her bikini, slightly, to fully wash her beasts. She put the hose inside her bikini bottom.

"I still have some banana in there." she giggled. "It feels kind of gross. I don't think I'm ever going to want an ice cream sundae again."

I didn't ask her where the bits of smooshed banana were, exactly, but I could guess. Once her body was reasonably clean she helped me hose off.

"I think I'm going to be doing some laundry later." I joked.

"Maybe I should just throw my swimsuit away." she answered. "I don't know if it will ever be the same after this."

After a pause, she said, "You threw that pie at me really hard! Is this the way you normally treat girls when you first meet them?"

We both laughed, starring into one another's eyes.

"If you promise not to throw any more food at me, maybe you'd like to come back with me to my apartment?" Caitlin suggested. "We could take a shower together. Perhaps even Isabella might like to join us..."