Here is my newest work of WAM fiction (I think my best yet). I would love to hear your comments. I tried to post this on my blog page, but for some reason it wasn't working. Fasten your seat belts because it gets slightly messy. If you have a moral objection to incredibly hot college girls enthusiastically trashing each other with an array of messy foods, its probably best if you sit this one out.

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Bikini Food Fight:

It happened on the campus of Northwestern University during the giddy, carefree final days of the spring semester. In the middle of a lush, sun-drenched lawn, a large crowd gathered around a bright blue tarp. Rock music throbbed from a sound system. A gentle breeze blew in off Lake Michigan. Onlookers watched in curious fascination as a crew of guys wheeled three giant trash cans to the edge of the tarp. The first can was lifted and slowly tipped. 96 gallons of cool, thick, smooth chocolate pudding dumped into the middle of the tarp. The crowd cheered. The second trash can was tipped. Cold, gooey, gloppy instant mashed potatoes oozed over the tarp. All eyes watched in anticipation as squishy, jiggly strawberry jello slowly slid from the third can, plopping into a quivering, amorphous mass. Using plastic rakes, the guys spread the sloppy mess over the entire surface of the tarp.

"Ew!" giggled a girl in the crowd, wrinkling her nose. "That looks SO disgusting!"

TV cameras were ready to record the impending mayhem. "Ultimate Roommate Food Fight" had come to campus. The event promised to be as outrageous as it sounded. Students of this elite private research university would get the opportunity to break loose after a stressful semester of tests and papers and shed all inhibition. It would be insanely messy, mindlessly stupid, shockingly immature, and incredibly fun.

As the music continued to pump, two incredibly hot girls on the edge of the crowd slowly began to pull off shorts and T-shirts. They tossed their cloths in a pile on the ground and stood on the grass, barefoot in bikinis. They exchanged glances, giggling in nervous anticipation. One of the girls pulled her shoulder-length strawberry blond hair into a neat ponytail.

The music cut out and the crowd cheered enthusiastically as Josh, URFF's hunky and irreverent emcee, stepped forward, microphone in hand. As he introduced the event, a TV camera panned in on folding tables set up on both sides of the food fight ring. Each table contained rows of pies, cakes, opened cans of baked beans, Spaghetti-O's, chocolate and strawberry syrup, bottles of ketchup and mustard, raw eggs, and more. Throughout the crowd, mouths dropped open in shock.

"We're going to ask our first contestants, Kaitlin and Amelia, to come forward now." said Josh. "These two lovely young women say they have been best friends and roommates since 'move-in day' at the beginning of freshman year."

Cheered on by the crowd, the two girls slowly, almost hesitantly stepped forward.

"Kaitlin and Amelia, you both look very civilized. Have either of you ever been in a food fight before?"

Laughing and exchanging glances, they said they hadn't. Their friends had dared them to do this and they thought it sounded fun. They admitted that this would be the most wild and crazy thing they had ever done in their entire lives. A coin toss determined that Kaitlin would get to select the first item and Amelia would be the unlucky target. Each girl would be asked to provide a short introduction, giving her name, age, hometown, major, and extracurricular interests for the TV and internet audience. Then the food would fly.

A rock beat began to pump from the sound system. The crowd cheered as Kaitlin and Amelia slowly, tentatively stepped into the slop-coated ring. As their bare feet sank into the gloppy, oozing mess they giggled, enjoying the novelty of this unique experience. This was messy playtime for young adults...perhaps a long held fantasy becoming reality. Jello, mashed potatoes and pudding oozed between their toes and clung to their bare feet. "Oh my God, It's so cold!" giggled Kaitlin, her body writhing as she took the first steps. They stepped slowly, almost daintily, trying to avoid slipping on the slop.

Amelia made it to the center of the tarp and stood facing the crowd with a hint of apprehension. This would be the last opportunity to drink in the unmarred beauty of her glorious body...the smooth, perfect curves of her legs, that sumptuous cleavage bundled in the bright, immaculate bikini top like a valuable package. Deep, shining, chestnut-brown hair fell almost to her shoulders in a short, neat, fashionable bob. Her eyes were dark and vivacious. She had the most beautiful smile imaginable. She exuded a quiet, down-to-earth, Midwestern vibe which made her even more attractive.

Kaitlin gleefully surveyed the items on her table as suggestions were yelled out from the crowd. Cheers of delight rang out as she slowly lifted a massive, perfectly sculpted chocolate cream pie. She gasped, realizing that it was heavier than she had anticipated. She looked down at the heaping layer of whipped cream covering an equally deep layer of thick, gooey chocolate cream. Somewhere, under all of this lay a chocolate graham cracker crust.

Amelia took a deep breath and quickly brushed a hand through her beautiful, neatly-styled bangs, as if to (somehow) prepare. Letting both arms drop to her sides, she dutifully waited, bracing herself for the inevitable. A day earlier she had been giving campus tours to high school students and their families. She had exuded calm, confident maturity and responsibility. Now she was participating in a bikini food fight.

Kaitlin approached, balancing the pie in one hand. She slowly raised it in aim. For one playful, teasing moment, their eyes connected and both girls erupted into uncontrollable giggles, overcome by the silliness of what they were doing. Kaitlin lowered the pie.

"I've never done anything like this before!" she giggled. "She's my best friend...I don't know if I can do this!"

The crowd began to boo.

"Who wants to see this pie go right in Amelia's face?!" asked Josh, instantly turning the chorus of boos back into enthusiastic cheers. "Let her HAVE IT!"

Amelia nervously faced a TV camera as Kaitlin again raised the pie in aim. A new rock beat began to pump from the sound system in a continuous, earthy, thudding vamp. Amelia hesitated, fighting back giggles, obviously distracted by the massive pie aimed at her face. Then she looked into the camera and spoke. She started off with remarkable poise, considering the circumstances. But her voice quickly became increasingly shy and giggly:

"I'm Amelia. I'm 21 years old and I'm from Indianapolis, Indiana. I'm a junior Communications major at Northwestern University with a minor in English. In my free time I like volunteering at local animal shelters, tutoring, playing the flute, running and volleyball..."

SMACK.

Kaitlin smashed the chocolate cream pie into Amelia's face with incredible force, rubbed it in from side to side and then smeared it up into her hair. The crowd cheered in delight and let out an audible collective groan: Ooh.. Whipped cream and crust exploded, splattering violently in every direction, slowly oozing over the sides of the aluminum foil tin, dropping in thick, heavy clumps onto Amelia's delicate shoulders, sliding into her cleavage and even splattering onto her well-shaped thighs. Amelia's beautiful face was unrecognizable under a thick, heavy, sticky mask. Pie hung in what had been incredibly neat, perfectly styled hair. In one split second, all of that perfection had been demolished in a shocking affront to her immense sexual magnetism. This was so far beneath her dignity. She was a dean's list student...she had been valedictorian of her high school class. Why did everyone take such great pleasure in watching this happen to such a sweet girl?

"Wow...that was only slightly humiliating." jeered Josh.

Giggling meekly, Amelia tried to pull off some of the pie. It was a losing battle. But now it was time for a little revenge. Amelia eagerly stepped through the disgusting slop to her own table. The crowd began cheering with new intensity as Amelia slowly lifted her own chocolate cream pie with obvious satisfaction.

"Oh my God" moaned Kaitlin. "Can't we just skip this part?"

Amelia approached, taking great pleasure in slowly, seductively raising the pie in aim. Kaitlin faced the TV camera, her body language projecting forced confidence. This was so stupid and she just wanted to get it over with! But when she began to speak, the thin veil of false confidence instantly melted away and she giggled her way through her entire introduction:

"I'm Kaitlin. I'm 20 years old and I'm from Bethesda, Maryland. I'm a junior Biological Sciences major at Northwestern University...Here on campus I'm involved with EcoReps and Students for Teach For America...I play the cello...and I like running and yoga..."

SMACK.

Kaitlin's beautiful face, illuminated with sparkling blue eyes, was replaced with a thick, gooey chocolate cream pie. The pie hit with a satisfying slap. The crowd erupted in cheers and another spontaneous collective groan. It had been the kind of memorable face that would have stood out and captured your gaze in a crowded shopping mall or airport. Amelia gleefully smeared the pie into Kaitlin's strawberry blond hair and wiped it down her ponytail. The plate stuck to the back of Kaitlin's head like a hat. Pie hung thickly from her bangs.

The crowd was enthralled. These unbelievable images would replay in the minds of their friends for months...the pie smashing into Amelia's face...the pie unceremoniously hitting Kaitlin's face...the way they had looked in that split second before their faces disappeared...Instant replay...over and over...slow motion and then real time...

And now an all-out food fight erupted. Kaitlin eagerly stepped through the slop to her table. Without hesitation, she lifted a huge, heavy can of Hershey's chocolate syrup. The crowd cheered with riot-like intensity. A plastic stool was hastily set in the middle of the tarp.

"Amelia, we're going to ask you to take a seat." said Josh in a cold, matter-of-fact tone."

"Oh my God...Not in my hair.." protested Amelia, melting into giggles.

Amelia dutifully sat, her hands clenched in her lap, her shoulders lifting in tense anticipation. Kaitlin lifted the massive can of chocolate syrup over her roommate's head. Slowly she let it tip, her lips twisting into a gleeful smirk. Black, sticky chocolate syrup engulfed Amelia, quickly coating her hair and dripping onto her shoulders. Amelia's body writhed and she let out a giggly gasp that almost suggested orgasmic pleasure. Chocolate poured over her sumptuous breasts, staining the bright bikini top like an oil spill marring a pristine beach. A decadent lake of chocolate collected between her cleavage and voluptuously overflowed into her lap. Chocolate hit Amelia's smooth thighs and dripped down her legs.

When it was over, Amelia was consumed in chocolate. She stood up, arms outstretched, her body dripping and her once perfect hair completely coated and matted down. Ready to even the score, she stepped to her table and surveyed the items. She lifted a massive can of baked beans. The crowd cheered.

Josh pulled the mic to his mouth:

"Kaitlin from Bethesda, Maryland...I hope you're prepared for this...You're about to get 117 ounces of baked beans dumped over your head."

Kaitlin screamed and shook with laughter as the can of baked beans was lifted over her head. "No...no..." she protested, as if to say 'this can't really be happening.'

Cold, slimy baked beans hit the top of Kaitlin's head, erasing her ponytail, splattered onto her shoulders, sliding down...down...down over and in between her breasts as her body gyrated on the stool. Her mouth hung open as baked beans poured over her already pie-covered face. Beans collected in her lap and began to slowly slide down her legs.

"This is so much fun!" giggled Amelia as she watched her beloved roommate get consumed in baked beans.

A moment later, the tables were turned as Kaitlin enthusiastically lifted a can of Spaghetti-O's over Amelia's head. Amelia shrieked with laughter as the entire can was unceremoniously dumped.

"Can someone say, Uh oh, Spaghetti-O?" asked Josh.

Amelia stood up, stepped to her table and grabbed a plastic bottle of mustard while Kaitlin picked up a handful of raw eggs. Amid wild shrieks of laughter, Kaitlin began pelting her roommate with eggs while Amelia aimed the mustard and squired with all of her strength. A stream of mustard hit Kaitlin's breasts and then plastered her legs. She was quickly turning a new color: bright yellow. Amelia squeezed and squeezed, taking perverse pleasure in what she was doing. The remainder of the bottle ended up in Kaitlin's already gunky hair.

In retaliation, Kaitlin scooped her hands into a massive, perfectly sculpted chocolate layer cake. The elaborate desert exploded all over the table, carelessly demolishing the painstaking work of some cake decorator. Kaitlin picked up gobs of moist, thickly frosted cake and smooshed them into into Amelia's breasts. Amelia promptly returned the favor with her own cake. Giggling uncontrollably, they pushed and smeared the cake into each other's bodies. What a delightful WASTE! It felt so decadent, so irresponsible, so liberating! Chocolate syrup was splashed. A plastic bottle of Sprite was shaken and sprayed.

Violent Heavy metal music exploded from the sound system at an ear-splitting decibel level as the crowd continued to cheer on the chaotic mayhem.

"This is totally unacceptable behavior!" declared Josh with the mock severity of an old-fashioned schoolmaster. "This is NOT the way polite young ladies are supposed to conduct themselves in public!"

Amelia and Kaitlin took pies in both hands and nailed each other with forceful enthusiasm. Thick whipped cream oozed over their slop-coated bodies and smeared into their hair, adding another irrelevant layer of goo. A pie slapped into Amelia's ass and stuck there. They were both unrecognizable, dripping with ooze like creatures from a bad science fiction film.

As she was hit with yet another pie, Amelia lost her balance and slipped, ending up face down in the slop. Laughing uncontrollably, she slid and rolled around, enjoying the unique feeling of slop oozing around her body. It made a fun slurping sound between her legs. She was sure she could feel it inside her bikini bottom. After a lifetime of straight-A's, carefully scheduled extracurricular activities, and generally coloring within the lines, she embraced this moment of insanity. Amelia lay on her back and just laughed while baked beans were poured over her body.

Kaitlin dived into the slop and slid the entire length of tarp, colliding with Amelia who was making a slop angel. Kaitlin pulled off Amelia's bikini top and threw it carelessly over her shoulder. She stepped to the table, picked up a chocolate layer cake and dumped it over Amelia's bare breasts. Then she pulled off her own top and crawled on top of her roommate. They felt the cake smoosh between their bodies.

The crowd began to chant, "Kiss!...Kiss!Kiss!...Kiss!"

Their boyfriends looked on, mesmerized, and attempting to hide rapidly growing boners. Kaitlin and Amelia's lips connected...

And then it was over. Looking dazed, they stood up and stepped out of the food fight ring. They were only slightly messier than when they had entered. A camera panned the length of their bodies as they were led to hoses.

19-year-old Elizabeth from Eugene, Oregon and 18-year-old Jessica from Worthington, Ohio were eagerly preparing to step into the ring.

"Let's have one more round of applause for Kaitlin and Amelia!" said Josh.

The crowd cheered.

Great story! Thanks for posting it!

Norman

Terrific stuff, tim1. The buildup and all the descriptive details really help bring this to life in the reader's mind.

Thank you, Norman and Pieromaniac!

Awesome story Tim ...I had trouble loading a story also this morning on my blog site. I'll get on here by the end of the week....love the description of the two babe's in bikinis...hope there is more to the story...mine is going to be in several parts