Jo and Lisa were second year university students. They shared a large ground floor flat in a very grand old building that had, at one time, been a magnificent house, but had long since been converted into multiple dwellings. Most of the building was occupied by university students and the girls really enjoyed living there. Due to the Coronavirus pandemic the two friends had to attend virtual lectures because of the strict lockdown, so they felt very grateful to have such a nice, spacious place to live. They even had access to a large garden.

One Friday, after a hard week of virtual study, the girls were sharing a bottle of wine in front of the TV. Jo often thought how lucky she was to have made such a good friend in Lisa. They hadn't come to university together, they were from different parts of the country and had been thrust together due to the mutual need for somewhere to live. It had worked out fantastically well, they were really similar in outlook and had genuinely never had even a minor falling out. They often joked that they could be sisters.

One of the national BBC fundraisers was on the TV that evening. Due to the pandemic it was being broadcast from an empty studio and the presenting team were having to work very hard to make it fun and interactive. With a diminished ability to provide live action, the show was packed out a bit with silly stunts from previous years and celebrities doing stuff from home via the internet.

One of the older "fillers" used in the show was a section titled "Messy For Money" and was a look back on ordinary members of the public that had suffered humiliating sponsored events. Most of these involved people being "gunged" to raise money. The girls sat there, sipping the pinot grigio, laughing at the poor gunged people. Then the action switched over to a supermarket that had staged a fundraising auction. The entire workforce had made a donation and nominated a colleague to take the punishment. A young lady called Naomi turned out to be the nominee, and her forfeit or punishment, call it what you will, was to get into a large children's paddling pool that had been filled with mud. And this one simple act raised over £750, so she couldn't really refuse! She was a pretty blonde girl, and looked terrified as she was basically frogmarched to the mud. She was actually still wearing her supermarket uniform of a blue shirt and smart black trousers, and the only piece of pre-mudbath preparation she managed was to hand her phone to one of her friends and quickly slip her shoes off. Jo was amused to note that she was wearing black and red Minnie Mouse socks and wondered why anyone would wear such vibrant socks to sink in mud! Surely she was going to take them off? But no, Naomi seemed happy to get her socks muddy! Both girls looked on in amazement as supermarket hero Naomi hopped, feet first into the pool and splashed her novelty socks down into the sloppy mud, then fell down onto her knees and rolled around in it. Her colleagues let out a loud cheer and the poor girl was actually laughing about her ordeal in the end. Once she was suitably muddy, the BBC lady interviewed Naomi and she stood there, covered in mud, actually still in it up to her ankles, shivering, holding her clean shoes! Jo found it all very amusing.

Lisa, on the other hand, was completely captivated by it. She looked over at Jo. "Did you see that?" Laughing, Jo replied "Yes, how funny!" Lisa continued talking. "Jo, you know what, I'd absolutely love to do something like that! I've always had this thing about mud. I've spent my whole life looking for an opportunity to do something like that girl just did, honestly, I'd be so pleased if someone made me do that all fully clothed and everything". Jo was taken aback. "Really Lisa? What an unusual ambition! You'd actually WANT to go into mud and get your clothes dirty?" Lisa smiled dreamily. "Absolutely. I think it would be so liberating and fun, I mean, all our lives we're kind of forbidden to get dirty or play in the mud aren't we? I just think it would be wonderful to ignore all that and get slathered in a load of sloppy mud. Just imagine how gross, but at the same time how exciting it would be to jump into deep mud with really good clothes on. I mean, are you telling me that the girl on TV didn't slightly enjoy that? Going in with her smart clothes, and even her socks still on? She was giggling as she rolled and squelched in it! I think she had a great time personally! You are the first person I've ever admitted this to Jo!"

Jo was stunned, and more than a little bit amused by her friend's revelation. Lisa was such a smart, sassy young girl, it was a truly incongruous thought to imagine her splashing around in mud, deliberately. Jo was, by nature, a very kind, giving person. She immediately started to wonder if she could somehow make her friend's dirty dream come true.

That weekend, Jo spent some time on the internet, looking for ideas and the things she might need to create enough mud to satisfy Lisa's whimsical desire to get filthy. As the country was in lockdown due to the pandemic, she was going to have to make this happen indoors somehow! Off to one side of the flat was a decent sized dining room that the girls rarely used. In fact, they really only used it to store their bicycles. Jo thought she could use that room to create a mud-based playground for Lisa. She ordered a large, thick tarpaulin to cover the entire floor, and a cheap, although quite large paddling pool (the kind of thing that children play in on a hot day). The pool was circular and a full six feet across. She felt that placing this in the middle of the floor, on the tarpaulin would enable a huge bath of mud to be created, without risking damaging the carpet. But what about the mud? Where was she going to acquire, let's face it, gallons and gallons of mud? She didn't want this to be an anti-climax, the pool needed to be three quarters full at least she reckoned. That would make a circular area of mud six feet across and about nine inches deep. That should prove enough to allow Lisa to live out her muddy fantasies!

Getting hold of this much good quality soil could prove a challenge, Jo mused. She wanted it to be nice and smooth, without horrible stones or sticks in it. It was important to her that her friend could go into the mud and play safely. Jo thought back to Naomi from the supermarket and remembered that she had taken her shoes off and gone into the mud with just her socks on. If Lisa did that it was imperative that Jo's bog was free of sharp foreign bodies. It wouldn't be fun if injuries occurred, would it?

Clutching at straws a bit, Jo went into the garden for a look around, in search of inspiration. There was an old shed near the bottom of the garden, partially obscured by a scruffy hedge. Perhaps there might be a bag of compost in there, Jo thought to herself. It'd be a start at least. She fumbled with the door and pulled it open with a loud creak. It appeared that nobody had been in the shed for years (in reality, they hadn't. Students are not renowned for their gardening prowess!) It was a big shed, and very dark. There were some random garden implements and even a slightly shambolic looking lawnmower. And then she spotted it. Against the far wall of the building was a neatly stacked collection of plastic sacks, ten of them in total. Jo carefully tiptoed across the shed to look at them in detail. Could this be some garden soil? Could the solution to the large-amount-of-mud problem be sitting here? The excited girl, feeling optimistic, carefully rubbed the dust off the bags at the top of the stack. The news was better than she dared hope. The bags proudly displayed the legend "Graded, Sterilised Topsoil 25L". Jo carefully tore a small hole in the corner of the uppermost bag. The contents were soft, damp, fine soil. It was instantly clear that this stuff was excellent. No foreign matter, just lovely smooth soil. She couldn't believe her luck. She recalled a conversation with the letting agent when she'd (along with Lisa) agreed to rent the flat. The shed had been mentioned and it was made clear that the girls were welcome to make use of anything in it. Jo decided, on this basis, that she had full permission to help herself to 250 litres of glorious mud! 250 litres! She knew that this would almost fill the pool that she had ordered!

Jo excitedly realised that she now had everything she needed to enable Lisa to get covered in mud. It was Saturday. She was expecting the tarpaulin and pool to be delivered by Wednesday. She had no lectures on Friday, but knew that Lisa had a full day. She could, therefore, spend Friday assembling the mud bath. and when Lisa was finished with her studies in the afternoon, she could reveal her filthy surprise! It was just six days until she hoped to make her friend's dream come true!

Jo was tremendously excited all week. It would be the strangest thing she'd ever done for someone, but she couldn't wait to get started on creating the mud bath. On Wednesday she excitedly received the pool and the protective tarpaulin, and was delighted that she managed to take delivery without Lisa noticing. The secret was safe. Finally, Friday dawned, and Jo made a cup of tea first thing. She took one to Lisa, in her room. She breezily remarked "I hope your lectures go well mate!" Lisa looked up. "Thanks, yes, it looks like quite an interesting day actually, I'm sure I'll enjoy it. Oh, a nice cup of tea, excellent!" Jo left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She decided to get straight to work.

Once in the dining room, she carefully moved the bicycles into one corner, and did the same with the few small items of furniture present. She then unfolded the enormous tarpaulin and laid it out completely covering the carpet, and also the furniture and bicycles! She was left with a large, flat area of protective plastic, it was perfect! Ever organised, Jo had prepared a pump to blow the pool up, she would just need to be fairly quiet about it so that Lisa didn't hear, although Lisa usually used headphones for her online lectures, thankfully! The pool was up in no time, and Jo positioned it right in the middle of the tarpaulin. She slipped her shoes off and got into it. She was delighted to discover that she could lay down in it and stretch right out and not touch the sides (it was six feet across, Jo was only 5'4"). Lisa was similar size so it was a truly massive pool to play in for a petite girl!

Jo, unsurprisingly, had never mixed up mud before, but had given it a bit of thought. Her main dilemma was whether to add the soil to water, or add water to the soil. Having thought it through, she came to the conclusion that the best method would be to fill the pool with the dry soil and then gradually add water. She reasoned that if she used the other method, she could easily use too much water and be left with disappointing muddy water, rather than actual mud. Jo intended to replicate the mud that poor Naomi had been put into, and that had been thick, gloopy and gloriously slurpy and squelchy! One by one, she retrieved the bags from the shed, placed them into the pool and cut the tops open, before inverting them and pouring out the lovely soil. By the time all ten were emptied into the pool, it really was an impressive sight! Jo could see that by the time she'd added water and mixed it all up, it would be nine, maybe ten inches deep.

The excited girl, perspiring slightly from transporting ten bags of soil, went back to the shed where she knew there was a large, old fashioned metal watering can. She filled it up from the outside tap, and very, very carefully carried it through the building to the dining room. Jo felt genuinely excited as she started to pour the water onto the soil. When she had emptied the can, she started to gently turn the soil over and over with a small garden fork, being very careful not to damage the pool. She quickly realised that one watering can was nowhere near enough! Three more full cans later, she was getting somewhere. The mud was really quite good and squelchy around the edges of the pool, but Jo was really struggling to reach into the middle to mix it up and make it wet, yet thick. Really, the middle of the pool just had a mound of damp dirt in it. Jo knew this wasn't good enough and had a bit of a think about how she could mix it up more effectively and make really good, smooth mud for her friend to enjoy. She realised that she was going to have to get in there to sort it out. Thinking about the problem further, Jo felt that the best thing would be for her to put her wellies on and get into the pool to mix the soil and water up fully with her feet, basically.

Still sweating slightly from the exertion of mud bath creation, Jo left the dining room to find her wellies. They were where she'd left them in the large hallway of the flat. She took them into the dining room, placed them next to the mud pool, and took her shoes off. She was wearing thin black and white striped socks and skinny, figure hugging jeans. The jeans were so fitted they were almost leggings, so Jo didn't have to tuck them into her socks or anything, she just put her feet into the wellies. They felt a bit strange with such thin, dressy socks on, but she was sure this was the answer to effective mud mixing! Jo realised that she was actually looking forward to stepping in the mud, thinking to herself that it was something that would be fun to do, although faintly surreal to be doing it in the dining room!

She carefully stepped over the side of the pool with her right foot and lowered her boot into the mud. Jo was pleased to note that the mud offered some resistance, but not too much, her foot sank in until she could feel the bottom. It was really quite deep, as she'd hoped, actually not all that far from the top of her boot. In she went with her left boot, and for a few moments the excited girl stood there, enjoying the cool feeling of the mud through her rubber footwear.

Her plan was to basically wade around, churning up the mud to mix it thoroughly, so that it would be a lovely consistency for Lisa to enjoy. She knew that she'd done a great job around the edges with the garden fork, but really wanted to get into the middle to achieve the same result. With some effort, she took a couple of steps in the mud, towards the middle of the pool. It was less consistent in the middle, a bit drier, heavier and less predictable. Jo was confident that a bit of churning with her wellies would get it all mixed up properly!

Although she was only in there to prepare it for her friend, Jo couldn't deny the notion that she was having fun in the mud. It reminded her of simpler, carefree times. She pumped her boots up and down right in the middle of the pool, mixing the mud beautifully. It became apparent, after a while, that Jo had achieved her goal. The mud was magnificent! She stood, smack bang in the middle of the pool, in her wellies, feeling very proud that she'd pulled this off, under the nose of Lisa. What a surprise this would be for her friend!

All Jo had to do now was get out of the mud onto the tarpaulin and take her wellies off. This actually turned out to be easier said than done. She'd done such a thorough job of mixing the mud into a heavy, glutinous slop, she found herself stuck, right in the middle of the pool. She couldn't move her boots, the mud was almost up to the tops of them and they were stuck fast! Jo realised that the only solution to her predicament was to ease her feet out of the marooned boots and escape in her socks! But it was just a little bit too far to make it over the side of the pool in one step. She was going to have to take one step in the mud, in her socks! Jo giggled to herself, realising that although she was doing this for Lisa, she was actually having quite a lot of fun. And here she was, about to "do a Naomi" and get her socks filthy. The stuck girl gently pulled her left foot upwards, feeling her thin sock sliding easily up the shaft of the boot. Finally, out of the boot her foot popped, and she stood, on one leg, admiring her striking black and white striped sock. The socks had been a Christmas present, and she really loved them. For a moment she felt bad about the fact that she was about to dunk them in the ooze. But she couldn't stay there all day, and hey, that's what washing machines are for!

With a gentle sigh, Jo stepped into the mud with her socked foot. She was taken aback by how cold and smooth it felt as her striped sock disappeared into the slimy brown depths with a gentle squelch. It felt so much deeper, somehow, without any shoes on. The bottom six inches of the leg of her jeans was completely in the mud too! Without hesitation, Jo eased her right foot out of its stuck boot, and plunged it into the mud beside her left foot. "I'm free!" she whispered to herself, laughing. She wriggled her toes, feeling the thick mud slurping and heaving through her thin socks. Jo felt really quite excited to have become so dirty in her clothing. She was a bit worried about her socks and jeans, but was absolutely buzzing inside with the "riskiness" of wearing such nice things in almost knee-deep mud. She hadn't seen this "disaster" coming at all, but as she stood, stirring the ooze around with the toes of her socks, she wasn't at all upset or angry about her unplanned mud bath. She was enjoying it, it felt absolutely amazing! Nonetheless, she had to remember that this was for Lisa, and she shouldn't spend too long in the mud enjoying herself, she needed to pull the boots out and get herself cleaned up and into some fresh, dry socks before the big reveal! It wouldn't be long now until Lisa's lectures were finished for the day.

The boots proved to be fairly easy to pull out of the mud without feet in them! She placed them on the tarpaulin next to the pool, and then extracted herself from the mud. She withdrew one foot, then the other, each accompanied by a loud sucking, squelching sound and stepped over the side of the pool, finally placing her socks onto "dry land". Talking of the socks, they were totally brown! I mean, every square inch was plastered in mud. Jo giggled once again at the state she'd ended up in! She carefully took her socks off, trying not to fling mud around the room, and, carrying them, scampered out into the garden where she hosed them off, and also the legs of her jeans and her feet. she then threw the jeans and socks into the washing machine and crept upstairs to her room to find some replacement clothes. She grabbed a pair of thin black socks, the type with a brightly coloured contrasting heel and toe colour (in this case jade green) and pulled another pair of skinny jeans on, also in black. She then scampered back downstairs and removed the muddy wellies before giving the tarpaulin a quick wipe over to remove all trace of her muddy mishap. And that was it! The gorgeous, muddy arena was all ready for Lisa!

Jo didn't really know what to do with herself while she waited for Lisa. She experienced a heady blend of nerves and excitement, really hoping she'd judged the situation correctly and that this really would be something that her friend would want to do. I mean, would Lisa really want to voluntarily hop into a massive vat of mud? Really? As she was mulling this thought over, she heard Lisa's door open, followed by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Lisa breezed into the lounge looking relaxed. "Good day?" said Jo. "Not bad" Lisa replied. "And of course, now it's the weekend!" Jo smiled at her. "Talking of the weekend, I know we can't go out and do anything, but I have arranged a fun activity for you actually". Lisa looked intrigued. "Really? What's that then?" Jo replied nervously "Well, I think it might be better if you just see for yourself. Have a look in the dining room". Lisa looked bemused and slowly headed for the dining room, as she'd been told. Jo's heart was in her mouth as her friend swung the door open to reveal the indoor mud bog. For a moment, everything was silent. Then Lisa spun around to look at Jo and absolutely squealed with laughter. "You've made a mud bath! Indoors! Is this so we can do what we saw that girl on the TV do?" Jo smiled. "Yes, you said you'd always wanted to get your clothes muddy, I thought I'd make it possible for you!" The fact that Lisa had said "we" seemed to indicate that she maybe expected Jo to get in the mud too. Little did she know that Jo had already been stuck in there! Lisa stood there, looking incredulous. "I actually can't believe you've done this Jo, it's so, so brilliant. There is a LOT of mud there and it looks super yucky!" Jo felt so proud. "So you'll do it then? Get into the mud and have fun?" Lisa beamed and turned slightly pink. "Oh my goodness, yes, yes, yes! I really want to, I can't wait!"

Jo felt so relieved and excited that Lisa hadn't been bluffing about wanting to experience wallowing in mud. She also thought that maybe, if it seemed appropriate, she could get in there again herself? I mean, she'd unexpectedly enjoyed sinking in it in her socks, maybe she could have another go, and maybe get muddier. Maybe she could sit down in it! But she didn't want to hijack Lisa's experience, Lisa was the top priority here. She'd play it by ear regarding her own desires. She turned to Lisa. "What are you going to wear to get in the mud then?" Lisa replied, smiling, "I was just having exactly the same thought. I'm not sure, but it needs to be a nice outfit I think, you know, so it feels really naughty getting muddy!" Jo giggled and said "shall I help you choose some clothes?" and with that, the two girls went up to Lisa's bedroom to find things for the mud debutant to wear for her forthcoming filthy frolic.

The first thing Lisa said to Jo was about how she had been impressed with Naomi from the TV's socks. "I think I want to wear some nice socks" she said cheerily, whilst simultaneously sitting on the bed to take off the plain black ones she happened to be wearing. She opened her sock drawer and took out another black pair, but this time with pretty lilac coloured heels and toes, and "Little Miss Naughty" logos on them (this was a cartoon character from the Mr Men & Little Miss series, these socks had been a present from a friend). "Haha, gorgeous socks!" said Jo, laughing. Smiling, Lisa pulled them on, then she changed into a sleek pair of dark blue skinny jeans, before putting on a shimmery purple party top and a smart black cardigan. "How do I look?" she said, giving a mock twirl. "I'm keeping my black bra and knickers on under here, for the full experience!" Jo was really impressed with the chosen outfit. "You look really good! I can hardly believe you've got into this lovely outfit with the intention of playing in the mud! Are you going to put any shoes on?" Lisa hadn't really thought about shoes. She'd seen Naomi enter the mud in her socks and rather thought that was probably the way to do it. But then she thought, perhaps it would be good to choose some shoes, to complete the outfit? I mean, she could always take them off once she was in the mud if she wanted to. She opened the wardrobe and reached down. "What about these?" she said. She turned to Jo, holding a pair of smart black slip on shoes in the style of ballet pumps. They had neat little bows on the fronts. "Ooh, I like those!" said Jo, approvingly. Lisa slipped them on. They concealed the lilac tips of her socks and made it appear that she was wearing plain black socks, but there was still a large area of sock material exposed. Lisa kind of thought that this was the best of all worlds. She would experience wearing shoes into the mud bog, but she would also get her socks really muddy. It seemed correct to complete the outfit with shoes, and she decided to go for it!

Lisa looked at Jo. "I think I'm ready!" she said, nervously. "I can scarcely believe that I'm going to do this!" The girls walked downstairs to the dining room together, with Lisa in front. She gently pushed the door of the "mud arena" open and let out a small squeal as she, once again, clapped eyes on the huge expanse of ooze.

"I can't believe I'm going to sink into that in these clothes!" said Lisa, excitedly. "It's literally one of my biggest ambitions to wallow in mud, thank you so much for, making this possible Jo!" Jo smiled, feeling really proud of herself for creating Lisa's muddy paradise. "Go on then, in you get!" she said. "I can't wait to see you playing in the mud!"

Lisa walked slowly across the tarpaulin towards the mud pool. She looked nothing like someone that was about to sink in a massive, sticky mud bog. Her shimmery purple top caught the light and looked great, teamed with the fitted black cardigan and figure hugging skinny jeans. The little ballet pumps on her feet looked amazing and blended beautifully with the outfit, helped by the smart, smooth, black socks. Jo thought she looked more ready for a night in the pub than a mud bath.

Lisa stopped, looking round at Jo. "Here I go then! I'm so thrilled to be doing this!" She stepped over the side of the pool with her left foot, and pushed it slowly and carefully into the mud. "Oh my goodness, this mud is AMAZING!" she exclaimed as she watched her delicate little shoe disappear from sight into the heaving ooze. "It's so deep too, and really soft!" she continued as her foot sank all the way to the bottom, taking the bottom six inches or so of her jean leg into the mud too. "Oh Jo, I can feel it oozing into my shoe and covering my sock, it feels so strange!" Jo giggled and said "Go on, put the other foot in now!" Lisa didn't need telling twice and stepped properly in so that she was halfway to her knees in mud with both feet in the pool. She flexed her toes in her little shoes and felt the mud heaving and squelching, completely covering her largely exposed socks. It felt great! Now she wanted to actually walk around in the mud, this was a dream coming true for her! The excited girl pulled upwards with her left leg, and then her right, to try to walk in the thick bog. To her surprise, she felt her feet sliding out of her shoes because they were stuck fast in the mud, deep in the pool. "Haha, Jo, this is unreal, I'm trying to move in here and my shoes are literally being sucked off my feet by the mud! I can't keep them on, whatever I do, I'll have to leave them behind and just have my novelty socks on in the mud!" Jo laughed loudly, and thought back to her own problems losing her wellies and getting her socks muddy. She felt sure that Lisa would love the feeling, just like she had. Lisa continued chattering excitedly "I can hardly believe I'm about to sink in mud in my socks! I guess at least they're mostly black so might survive!"

She pulled her left foot right out of the mud and shouted "Look, no shoe!" Jo looked at her muddy black sock, and was amused to note that she could make out the lilac coloured heel and toe colouring, amongst smears and splatters of mud, and the smiling "Little Miss Naughty" motif close to the ankle. Lisa continued, "I'm sorry Miss Naughty, you're going to have to take a bath in mud" before slowly pushing her shoeless foot back into the smooth, heaving ooze. "Ooh, I LOVE the feeling of this in socks! It's just so wrong, but so pleasant!" Lisa pulled her right foot out next, again leaving her shoe stuck deep in the mud, and enthusiastically squelched in to the mud with the second black and lilac sock.

"Haha, I'm like the girl on the TV now, getting my socks muddy!" Lisa did what can only be described as a little dance in the mud, pumping her shoeless feet up and down, rhythmically withdrawing them from the thick sludge, before squelching them back in, and in the process firing large globules of mud up the legs of her jeans. She was laughing like a drain as she performed this bizarre, yet captivating mud ballet! "I'm so pleased my shoes came off, this is incredibly fun! And it's so easy to move around with just socks on! My feet just slide in and out of the mud almost effortlessly! Who needs shoes?"

Jo watched Lisa dancing in her socks in the mud with enormous pride. What a success her idea had turned out to be. Lisa was literally glowing with the excitement and fun of it all!

"What's next Lisa? You're only muddy up to the shins, are you going to get down in it?" said Jo, really hoping that Lisa would take up the challenge of getting totally covered in mud. Lisa, beaming with her flushed complexion, looked at Jo. "Absolutely! I'm just enjoying this mud in my socks first! It's so nice to squelch around without shoes on!"

Then, with no real warning, Lisa lunged forwards onto her knees right in the centre of the pool, with a loud giggle. The mud made a weird heavy splattering sound as the knees of her jeans plunged down into its depths. "Oh my God! This is so incredible!" she squealed, in a high-pitched voice. She put her hands into the mud and started to play with it, gently stirring it and picking it up, before dropping it back down with a splat. This made the sleeves of her cardigan muddy. Jo was captivated, watching her friend happily playing in mud, like a child. It really was brilliant to see her having so much innocent fun, simply enjoying being allowed to get her clothes dirty, and losing both shoes in the mud! For several minutes, Lisa crawled around in the mud, making mud pies whilst smiling and giggling to herself. She seemed to have no desire to put her shoes back on, it was obviously very pleasant for her to be getting so filthy in her socks.

As Jo stood on the tarpaulin, feeling proud of her achievement, Lisa, who had always had a wicked (in a good way) side, suddenly decided to involve her friend. She quickly threw a large handful of mud at Jo, shrieking with laughter! It landed with a splat, across Jo's thighs, instantly soaking her jeans and splattering down onto her socks. "Crikey Lisa, you nutcase!" screamed Jo. But secretly, she was happy to be involved. She couldn't shake the desire of wanting to get muddy herself. Lisa could hardly speak, she was laughing so much, as she knelt in the middle of the deep mud bog. Jo slithered across the now muddy tarpaulin in her slightly muddy black and green socks, and reached over the side of the pool to pick up a really massive handful of mud. She tossed it gently, and very accurately, so that it landed on Lisa's head! The mud bomb erupted softly and splattered all over Lisa's neat hair, before running down her face. The two girls laughed and laughed and laughed. Lisa held out her muddy hand. "Jo, I'm a bit stuck here, help me up will you?" Jo obliged, but as their muddy hands locked together, Lisa gave an almighty pull and Jo stumbled forwards. In order to keep her balance she had no choice but to hop over the side of the pool. She screamed as she plunged her socks into the thick, cold mud. "Eeeeewwww, Lisa! These are my best jeans, and these socks are new!" Lisa continued laughing, feeling very, very pleased with herself that she'd managed to get her friend into the mud. "Oh well, you're in here now, you might as well enjoy the experience. They're only jeans and socks after all!" Jo smiled. "You're right. To be honest, I was feeling a bit jealous of all the fun you've been having. I hoped I'd be able to get in too, secretly!" Lisa giggled, and then sat right down in the mud, and crossed her legs. Her jeans were now totally brown and slimy, as were her socks. Little Miss Naughty was hidden from view by a layer of shiny oozy mud. Jo decided to sit down in it too, opposite her friend. She thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being in the mud in her socks again, and wiggled her toes to feel it slurping and squelching, like she had done earlier. As she sat down, it was wonderful to feel her bottom sinking into the mud, through her jeans. The two girls sat there, as if it was a hot day and they were in the paddling pool. Except that they were indoors, they were fully clothed, and the pool was full of mud! "Shall we lay right down in it?" said Lisa excitedly. "OK!" said Jo, giggling. The two girls stretched their legs out into the expanse of sludge, and laid right down on their backs, side by side. Jo felt the cold mud soaking into her hair and couldn't help shivering. But it was a pleasant shiver. She was really enjoying this! "I want to get completely covered" said Lisa, from her prone position. She rolled over and over in the mud, like a pig in a field. This had the desired effect of covering every square inch of her clothing with a thick layer of ooze. Jo laughed and did exactly the same. They even painted each other's faces with daubs of mud and applied full "mud shampoos" to each others hair.

The two friends had an amazing time, completely losing all inhibitions about getting dirty. They loved wallowing and getting their clothes completely soaked through with mud. Jo even pulled Lisa's shoes out of the mud and put them on, for the full experience! She felt slightly cheated about entering the bog in just socks and wanted to try the shoe-sucking game! Lisa laughed as Jo pushed her feet into the pumps and mud overflowed out of them with a squelch. Of course, the muddy girl didn't manage more than a couple of steps before the shoes were pulled off once more!

It got to the point where the girls couldn't get any dirtier. They were totally and utterly maxed out in the mud, their clothes were totally covered and it had soaked in right through to their underwear. They sat, side by side in the pool. Lisa looked at Jo. "Thanks so much for doing this for me, it is every bit as fantastic as I thought it would be, you know, when we saw the girl on the TV doing it. I hope you're not too upset that I dragged you in here in your good jeans and new socks". Jo giggled, wiping some mud from under her eye. She replied "Not at all, I've loved it too. So what if my clothes are muddy, I'm sure we can get everything washed!

And they did get it all washed, and it was all OK to be worn again, even their socks. The girls decided, once they were cleaned up, to leave the mud pool in situ for a while, maybe they could play in it again over the weekend...........