I couldn't believe it was already my birthday. Thirty-five wasn't so bad, especially since my petite frame and energetic personality often had people guessing I was in my twenties. My short blonde hair was freshly cut, and I was feeling good in my favorite blue dress as I drove to Morgan's house.

Morgan had been my friend for years. She was gorgeous tall with flowing brown hair, an hourglass figure that she maintained through religious dedication to yoga, and a smile that could light up a room. She'd invited me over for a "special birthday celebration," and knowing Morgan, it could be anything from a sophisticated wine tasting to an impromptu dance party.

When I arrived and knocked on her door, I was completely unprepared for what happened next.

"Happy birthday!" Morgan opened the door with a flourish and stood before me completely naked.

My mouth fell open. "Morgan! What are you--"

"Come in, come in," she said, as casually as if she were wearing a bathrobe rather than nothing at all. Her body was even more magnificent than I'd imagined toned and smooth, with curves in all the right places.

I stepped inside, still shocked. "I think I'm overdressed for whatever this party is," I managed to say.

Morgan laughed, closing the door behind me. "That's easily fixed." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Do you trust me, Katie?"

Something about her confidence, the way she stood so proudly in her nakedness, made me curious rather than uncomfortable. "I yes, I trust you."

"Good." She stepped forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I want to give you something special for your birthday. Something freeing. Something fun."

Her fingers moved to the straps of my dress, and I felt a thrill run through me. "May I?" she asked.

I nodded, my heart racing. Morgan slowly slid the straps down my shoulders, then unzipped the back of my dress. The fabric fell away, pooling at my feet. I stood before her in just my bra and panties, my nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric.

"You're gorgeous," Morgan whispered, her eyes traveling over my body. "Look at those perky breasts. Your nipples are always so alert."

I blushed but didn't cover myself. There was something exciting about being admired this way.

"Let's get these off too," she said, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. My small, firm breasts sprung free, nipples standing at attention. Then she knelt and slid my panties down my legs.

Standing naked in her living room, I felt strangely liberated. My petite body felt powerful under her gaze.

"Perfect," Morgan said, taking my hand. "Now for the surprise." She led me into her kitchen, where I saw something unexpected: a table covered with what looked like a dozen enormous white pies, each one towering with fluffy meringue that peaked in delicate swirls.

"What are those?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Morgan's eyes gleamed. "Your birthday present." She picked one up. It was massive, nearly the size of a dinner plate and piled at least six inches high with what looked like marshmallow meringue.

"I don't understand--" I began.

"Close your eyes," she instructed.

Curious and a little nervous, I obeyed. A second later, I felt something cool, soft, and sticky smash against my face. The sensation was shocking a wave of creamy, gooey sweetness engulfing my entire face, sliding into my mouth, sticking to my eyelashes.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, as some of the meringue slid down my neck and onto my chest. I wiped enough away to open my eyes and saw Morgan grinning at me.

"You just you just hit me with a pie!" I exclaimed, not angry but amazed.

"I did," she said, watching me closely. "How does it feel?"

I paused to consider the sensation. The meringue was incredibly soft and silky, cool against my skin. Where it had landed on my breasts, it slid down in thick rivulets, making my nipples tingle. It was strangely sensual.

"It feels good," I admitted, surprised by my own reaction. "Really good, actually."

Morgan's face lit up. "I knew you'd understand! This is my thing, Katie. My fetish. And I've wanted to share it with you for so long."

Before I could respond, she picked up another pie and handed it to me. "Want to try it on me?"

I looked at the enormous confection in my hands. The meringue was like nothing I'd ever seen an impossibly pillowy cloud that seemed to defy gravity, somehow both delicate and substantial. I could smell its sweet vanilla scent.

I didn't hesitate. I pushed the pie into Morgan's beautiful face, watching as the meringue exploded around her head, sending a crown of white fluff into her brown hair and cascading down her neck onto her breasts. Her nipples disappeared under a coat of white cream.

Morgan laughed, the sound muffled by the pie. She wiped her eyes and looked at me, her face a mask of meringue with just her sparkling eyes and smile visible.

"Your turn again," she said, grabbing another pie.

This time I was ready. I closed my eyes and felt the cool impact as the enormous pie engulfed my face. The meringue was incredibly thick and sticky, clinging to my skin and hair. As it slid down, it coated my shoulders and breasts, the sensation making me gasp. The contrast between the cool meringue and my warming skin was electric.

"You look so sexy like that," Morgan said, her voice husky. "All pied and naked."

She was right I felt sexy. Liberated. The combination of standing nude and being covered in this gooey confection made me feel primal and uninhibited. I watched as more meringue slid down my body, trailing between my breasts and down my stomach.

"More," I whispered, surprising myself.

Morgan obliged, hitting me with another pie, then another. Each impact sent waves of pleasure through my body. The meringue was now covering not just my face but most of my petite frame. It dripped from my erect nipples, slid down my back, and even traced cool paths down my inner thighs.

"God, look at you," Morgan breathed, her own naked body equally covered in meringue. "You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

I reached out and touched her meringue-covered breast, feeling the sticky sweetness between my fingers as I grazed her hardened nipple. She moaned softly.

"I never knew," I said, "that something like this could feel so arousing."

"It's the combination," Morgan explained, stepping closer so our cream-covered bodies were almost touching. "The exposure of being naked, the surrender of letting yourself be pied, the sensual feeling of the meringue on your skin. It's freedom. Liberation."

She was right. With each pie that hit my face and slid down my body, I felt more free, more connected to a primal part of myself. The meringue was like a second skin cool, slick, and surprisingly sensual.

Morgan picked up yet another pie. "This one's special," she said. "Close your eyes."

I did, and felt her smash the pie not against my face, but against my chest. The impact sent meringue splattering across my breasts and down my stomach. She used her hands to spread it, massaging the sticky sweetness into my skin, paying special attention to my nipples.

I gasped, my arousal intensifying. "Morgan, this is"

"I know," she whispered, continuing to spread the meringue over my body. "You're discovering what I've known for years. There's nothing more erotic than surrendering to this."

Her fingers, slick with meringue, traced patterns across my stomach, moving lower. My breath caught as she touched me intimately, the meringue making everything slippery and intensifying every sensation.

"One more pie," she said, picking up what looked like the largest one yet. "The birthday girl deserves to be completely covered."

This final pie seemed to eclipse the others in size--a massive dome of marshmallow meringue that must have been eight inches tall. When it hit my face, it was like being engulfed in a cloud. The weight of it pushed me backward slightly, and I felt the meringue explode around my head and shoulders, cascading down my entire body in thick, gooey waves.

I stood there, completely pied from head to toe, every inch of my petite naked body dripping with sticky sweetness. And I loved it. Each droplet that slid down my skin felt like a caress. The weight of the meringue in my hair, on my face, covering my breasts--it was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

"Happy birthday," Morgan said, moving close so our meringue-covered bodies pressed together. "How does it feel to be the birthday pie girl?"

I laughed, feeling the meringue shift on my face. "It feels amazing. I can't believe I never knew this about myself."

"That you love being naked and pied?" Morgan smiled, wiping a bit of meringue from my eye so I could see her better.

"That I love the freedom of it," I said. "The sensuality. The playfulness." I ran my hands over my meringue-covered breasts, feeling my hard nipples beneath the sticky layer. "I feel like I've discovered a new part of myself."

Morgan leaned in and kissed me, her lips sweet with meringue. "That's exactly what I hoped for," she whispered. "There's nothing more beautiful than seeing someone embrace their desires this way."

As we stood there, naked and covered in pie, I realized this was indeed the best birthday gift I'd ever received--not just the physical pleasure, but the gift of discovering a new dimension of myself. Liberated, sensual, and perfectly willing to be the naked, pied birthday girl in Morgan's arms.