So there I was, sitting at home thinking about preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. It was a friend of mine, Sarah, who I'd not seen in a little while. I asked her in, and noticed she seemed a little agitated, almost as if she was nervous about something. Sarah's about 5' 6", slim, with long ash-blonde hair down her back. Today she was wearing a tight pair of jeans that showed of her legs very nicely, knee boots and a cropped top that exposed her flat belly and cute little belly button while emphasising her small, pert boobs very nicely to my eyes...

I asked what was on her mind, and she started to blush... "Well," she said, "there was something I wanted to ask you about. Remember the last time I was here?"

"Sure" I replied.

"Well, you know you had a phone call and left the room to deal with it?" she continued.

"Yes... what's this about?" I asked.

"Well, I started, errrrr, looking around while you were out - and I found a magazine" she stammered. "I don't think you expected me to see it!" She was grinning now, and I suddenly realised what she was talking about. I'd been reading a copy of Splosh! magazine in my living room that day, and when she'd come round to visit I'd stuffed it into a drawer. I had no idea that she'd found it, as she'd not said anything at the time. I decided to try and act dumb, in the hopes that I could understand what was going on.

"How do you mean?" I asked, "why wouldn't I want you to see it?"

She blushed again, either believing I didn't know which magazine it was, or playing along - but either way she realised she was going to have to tell me. "It was, well, an adult magazine... and I think you could describe it as a 'specialist' one, at that!"

"Ohhhh.." I said as I 'realised' what she meant. "You're right, I didn't expect you to see it!"

"It was something of a surprise, seeing all those women in nice clothes, getting all messed up like that - I'd no idea people were interested in that. Least of all, you!" She was starting to mock me a little.

"Well, it's not something I advertise - you can imagine why! It's not something that a lot of people understand." I began to hope that I knew why she'd come around. "You obviously thought it was pretty weird, or you'd have said something at the time."

"Actually, I didn't know what to make of it - and when you came back into the room, I just stuck it back into the drawer and didn't know what to say to you, so I said nothing. But since then, I..." and she just stopped talking, stared at my feet and blushed again.

"You've found it hard to forget about?" I asked, my heart in my mouth (and a stirring in my loins). I couldn't believe what was about to happen, or at least what I hoped was about to happen.

"Well, yes" she said. "And the thing is, I was wondering if I could see the magazine again? Just to see what it's about, really - I didn't get long to examine it last time!" I was now very aroused, at the thought of showing her a copy of Splosh! or two - and surely she'd not come around here just to look, she could have looked on the internet to find any number of photos with messy people in.

"Err, of course you can. The thing is, I have more than one copy - can you remember which one it was? What was on the cover? Or perhaps you remember one of the photos from inside, it'd help me find the right one..." I didn't care which one it was, and I was happy to show her any or all of them, but I wanted to hear her describing what she'd liked about it - the idea of my sexy friend excited by my fetish was, frankly, thrilling.

She blushed harder, and tried to make out that she couldn't remember. I pressed her to give me an idea of what was happening in the main story of that issue. "Well, I think I can remember the cover - it was a woman in her underwear, covered in messy food - it was everywhere! In her hair, over her face, her clothes were probably ruined with it!" The words sounded like she was disgusted by it, but her tone revealed the opposite. I decided to press my luck.

"Oh, I know the one - she looked very sexy, didn't she? I particularly liked the custard dripping off her chin into her cleavage..." She just stared at me, open mouthed - I'd finally confirmed what she'd suspected, and that I really did get off on messy women.

"Err, well, I didn't exactly have the time to examine it in detail" she stuttered.

"I'll go get it then, shall I? And maybe another couple that I enjoy." And with that, I went upstairs to fetch them, half expecting her to have left in a panic by the time I got back down. "Here we are, was this the one?" I asked, showing her the cover of the first one.

"Yes! That was it, I remember now" she said. "Is that one of your favourites then?"

"Well, I certainly enjoy it, if that's what you mean, but it's not the best one. I have to say my favourite is in this copy." And I opened up another one to the centre pages with a couple of gorgeous ladies completely coating each other in food, and having a whale of a time doing it.

"Oh, my...." she was somewhat taken aback. "This is all a bit... strange!"

"Why don't you come over here and sit with me, I can show you some of these and you can ask any questions you might have - perhaps I can explain what gets me so excited."

"Excited? You mean, this really does turn you on?!" she wasn't shocked, but clearly she'd never quite accepted that it was a sexual fetish, rather than just a bit of fun.

"Oh, very much so. It's something I've always been into, and it was a great relief when I discovered that I wasn't alone in these 'odd' desires. Finding Splosh! magazine really helped me to accept that I wasn't a weirdo!" Sarah just sat there, flicking through one magzine and biting her lip from time to time. "What exactly did you feel when you found this, was it something like that? Did you think you'd found some company in this?" I thought that was why she'd come around to see me, so she could talk about it with someone she knew would understand.

"No!" She almost shouted it. "I've never even thought about it - I hate getting dirty; if I'm working in the garden I wear my oldest clothes and still hate it if I get them even slightly muddy. This is not something that I've ever wanted to do!"

"Until you found this magazine?" I prompted, smiling - I could tell from her protestation that she wasn't comfortable with her new-found feelings, but the fact that she'd come over to my house suggested that she wasn't trying to supress them.

"Yes" she answered in a very small voice, unable to meet my eye. I lifted her face to let her see me.

"And you've had trouble getting it out of your mind, since then...." I asked. She just nodded, mutely. "And have you, well, tried anything yet?" Her eyes bulged open, and she gasped.

"No! Not at all, it'd be crazy! I couldn't just get myself all messed up like that..." she said, pointing at one of the pictures.

"Why not?" I asked. "She has, after all - and seems to be enjoying it."

"I'd feel ridiculous, all on my own...." and then she realised what she'd just admitted, and blushed the darkest red that she had since she'd arrived.

"Ahhh, I see. You needed someone to do it with you?" I asked, by now incredibly aroused. I knew I was pushing my luck here, but I was too turned-on to care. I noticed she was looking down again, but realised that this time she was not looking at my feet, instead her eyes were burning a hole in my jeans over my crotch. I knew that she'd be able to spot my 'arousal' very easily - but I could hardly rearrange myself now, it would be too obvious. Then she said something that removed any concern I might have had.

In her tiniest, little-girl-being-naughty voice she answered "Not with me... to me." I almost came on the spot. I couldn't believe it - this sexy little friend of mine didn't just want to get messy, she wanted me to take control and gunge her.

"I see. I'd love to." I replied, and with a short intake of breath she looked back up at my face, as if fearing I was joking with her. She bit her lip again, and I realised that this was her 'tell' - it's how I could see that she was as aroused as I was. She wanted to do it right now? I had to find out. "There's a small problem though..." I began, and her face fell in horror. "I have almost nothing in the house that we could use."

"Oh, no!" She was clearly worried that having got the nerve to come all the way over here and admit to me what she wanted, that she was going to be denied. "You're kidding?"

"Sorry, I'm not. But you know what we could do? Go shopping together..."

"Oh, great idea! Should we make a list?" She leapt at the chance.

"That depends, I said, do you want to plan it all out now? or would you prefer to play it by ear, and decide when we get there? It could be kind of kinky, talking about the wamming qualities of various items in public like that...." I could tell from her reaction that she'd not thought of that - and it had excited her even more.

I grabbed my jacket, and we headed out the door to the supermarket around the corner. That's when it hit me.

"You've not brought a change of clothes, have you? What are you planning to wear to get messy in?"

"This!" she replied, pointing to what she had on.

"Aren't you worried? It could all be ruined! How would you get home?" I wasn't actually surprised, I figured she'd not thought it through.

"Oh, well surely you can put it in the washing machine for me? If it's a bit stained, it won't matter, I can get home OK in my car."

"I guess so, if you don't mind walking around my house naked for two hours" I grinned.

"I don't mind, and somehow I doubt you will either!" she said, glancing back down at my crotch.