Abbie reclined on Leah's couch, snarled in a soft purple robe and pink satin pyjamas. They'd been dating for a month now, ever since Abbie had discovered her love of WAM at the obstacle course. However, busy university schedules meant they hadn't had a chance to have a proper messy session together yet. Of course, Abbie had been unable to resist waiting for Leah. She'd experimented a few times over the last weeks, mostly with pies and whipped cream, though she had yet to thoroughly mess herself up the way she'd done on Leah's birthday.

The temperature had plummeted over the last week, and Leah had suggested a movie night now that their schedules had finally cleared. Abbie had been eager to oblige, and the two of them had spent several hours watching Netflix and cuddling. However, Leah had promised her something special, and her refusal to let Abbie into the kitchen made it quite clear what was going to happen.

Leah had left the room to pee, leaving Abbie to grow more and more curious about what she'd prepared. When Leah didn't appear after a few minutes, Abbie's curiosity got the better of her. She stood and padded to the kitchen door, opening it a crack to peek inside.

All the lights shut off. Abbie screamed until a familiar hand covered her mouth.

"Hush," Leah whispered. "You can come in now."

Leah took Abbie's hand and guided her into the room. Plastic sheeting rustled under her slippers, and beautiful smells filled her nose: cream, chocolate, fruit, and a wealth of others she struggled to identify. Abbie strained to see, but the blackness was absolute.

"Sit here," Leah said, placing Abbie's hand on the back of a chair.

Abbie complied, and Leah rustled away. Something sparked, and her girlfriend's face appeared in the gloom, illuminated by the match in her hand: jade eyes, high cheekbones, silky brown hair reaching to the middle of her back. Beautiful. She'd stripped down to her purple lingerie, and the sight made Abbie want to throw off her clothes and pull her into bed.

Patience, she thought. Time for that later.

Leah lit a ring of candles circling the room, and Abbie watched as the messy supplies became visible: dozens of pies, cakes, bottles of sauces, buckets she couldn't see the contents of. This was going to be insane.

"Now," Leah said, surveying the table of supplies, "where should we start?"

Abbie looked at the thick, fluffy pies and thought of the sweet, sticky cream smothering her. Leah grinned and picked one up.

"Good choice." she walked over to Abbie, waving the pie under her nose. The smell of cream and custard was overpowering. A drop of the pie fell from the crust onto Abbie's leg, and she dabbed it up with her finger and popped it in her mouth. So good. Leah continued to tease her with the pie.

"come on," Abbie said, "Let me--"

Leah pressed the pie hard into her face. Cream and custard swallowed her head and engulfed her blond hair, sweet vanilla and dairy mush filling her mouth. Memories of Leah's birthday came flooding back: swimming through a chocolate river, walking under a mountain of cream, splashing around in the frosting pool with Leah. . . .

That's right, Leah was here. She'd let the pie go, crust in a dozen bits still stuck to Abbie's face. Abbie wiped her eyes, a piece of crust plopping into her lap. A stream of custard had dripped over her robe, and a few drops and ran inside.

"More," she said.

"Don't worry." Leah grabbed two chocolate pies. "We've only just started." She hesitated, then put the pies back down.

"Come on," Abbie begged, giving her the big eyes.

Leah walked forward and undid the belt on Abbie's robe, letting it flop open. She returned for her pies, then smashed one into each of Abbie's breasts. Silky chocolate and cream smothered the upper half of her pyjama top, quickly soaking through, then running over her skin. After twisting the pies, Leah secured Abbie's robe once more, then cupped her breasts and massaged them. Cream squelched under her robe, and more soaked through the pink satin. Feeling her girlfriend's gentle touch made the mess so much more wonderful. Abbie's nipples were so hard that they must have been visible under the robe.

Leah finally stopped her caressing and stepped back. Abbie's robe was still glued to the pyjama top underneath by the sticky mess. She grabbed the front and pulled it free with a sucking sound.

"Good?" Leah asked, picking up another two pies.

"Mm . . ."

Leah smiled and sandwiched Abbie's head with the desserts. Gloppy filling covered her hair and poured onto her shoulders. Leah ran the pies up the sides of Abbie's head until they met on top, the crusts splintering and mixing together in the goop.

After stroking Abbie's sticky hair, Leah picked up a round, gooey chocolate cake and hurled it at her. The cake took Abbie straight in the face. Silky chocolate sprayed all over her hair, and Leah squished the cake downwards over her robe, giving Abbie's nipples a fondle as she did so.

"Keep going," she moaned.

"You've had enough pies for now," Leah said, picking up a bucket. She set it on the floor in front of Abbie, then pulled off her left slipper. The bucket was full of strawberry jam, and Leah dunked her slipper in it. After swirling it a couple of times, Leah pulled it back out and placed it on the floor. She carefully lifted Abbie's foot and pressed it into the slipper. Jam squidged between her toes and rolled over her foot, enveloping it in a sweet embrace. Leah repeated the process with the other slipper, and warm jam caressed Abbie's other foot. All the food was so warm.

"Want to walk around?" Leah asked.

Abbie got to her feet, mess dribbling down her front as she did so, and walked in a slow circle around the room. Each step was accompanied by a satisfying squelch as the jam swallowed her foot. She yelped as she sat back down--of course, Leah had put a cake on the chair while she was walking. Frosting oozed under her butt, her instinctive squirming making it cover her more thoroughly.

Leah picked up the bucket of jam and poured it over Abbie's head, coating her hair, face, and most of her robe in a sticky layer of red. A few fingers of the stuff oozed under the robe and stained the satin beneath. The scent of strawberries filled Abbie's nose, and she stuck her tongue out to slurp up the mess around her mouth. The robe could absorb much more than the pyjamas underneath, and by the time Leah had finished pouring, it was about five times heavier, its weight pressing into her shoulders. Abbie ran her hand across it, swirling the jam around and sucking her fingers clean.

Leah dug her hand through the mess to find the robe's belt and untied it, letting the sticky thing flop open. Abbie slid her arms out and pealed the garment away from her top, letting it drop in a heap on the floor. The pyjamas underneath were clean, except for the cream and chocolate covering the bust, and the odd streak of jam.

Leah perused the supplies and picked up a large tub of yoghurt. She slowly poured it over Abbie's front, the stuff mixing with the chocolate and cream on her breasts before running down her stomach and filling her lap. Leah ran her hand over the mess, rubbing it in thoroughly, her hand lingering as it approached Abbie's crotch. Abbie moaned as Leah's fingers caressed her, but they pulled away before she could climax.

"Come on," she said. "More."

Leah picked up a bottle of golden syrup and proceeded to drench Abbie's pyjama bottoms. The pink satin went brown and see-through, and they clung to Abbie's legs tight enough that she probably wouldn't have been able to get them off without ripping them. Not that it mattered--these clothes were beyond ruined, and she loved it.

"You get one more bucket," Leah said, hefting it and walking behind her.

"But there's still lodes of stuff left."

"That's for me. You didn't think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?" She started pouring, and sticky chocolate dripped onto Abbie's hair, then trickled down her face. Her favourite--of course Leah would save this for the end. The flow sped up, and chocolate streamed over Abbie's shoulders and down her arms. It soaked through the satin almost as soon as it came in contact. It flowed over her breasts and down her back, covering every inch of her body. Abbie thought of that first time she'd been thrown into the chocolate river, and for a second, she was back there. Nothing but her, the chocolate, and arousal like she'd never known.

Leah tipped the last of it over her legs and finally peeled back her waistband, giving her the touch she needed to orgasm.

It was the best one of her life.

After she caught her breath, Abbie looked at the remaining food on the table. She stood and walked over to it, feet still squelching from the jam. Leah sat in the chair and smiled. "Quickly."

Abbie flung a pie at her, smacking her square in the face and showering her brown hair with cream and strawberry syrup. She picked up two more and splatted them into Leah's breasts, lemon meringue drenching her lacy purple bra and splattering over her stomach.

"That's right, give it to me!"

A large sheet cake sat on the table, unused. Abbie picked it up and walked behind Leah.

"Stand up," she said. Leah scrambled to her feet, and Abbie put the cake on the chair. Before Leah sat down, Abbie grabbed the last two pies and got ready. Leah dropped into the chair, frosting instantly saturating her knickers, and Abbie slammed the pies into either side of her head. Leah moaned through the mountain of cream, hand reaching for her crotch.

"Naughty," Abbie said, pulling Leah's hand away. She grabbed a bottle of blueberry syrup and squirted it all over Leah's long, toned legs, then poured the last of it into her knickers.

Leah continued to moan as Abbie grabbed the last bucket: thick, gloopy custard. Leah tipped her head back as Abbie poured. The yellow wave enveloped her girlfriend entirely, sweet, sticky dessert pouring everywhere. But Abbie didn't need to see her face to interpret the gasps and spasms that followed.

"Wow," Leah panted after a few seconds. "That was amazing."

Abbie leaned forward and passionately kissed her. "Thank you so much for setting this up."

"We're not done yet. I got the bedroom ready for us if you're up for it."

Abbie helped Leah get to her feet, custard still streaming down her body. "Yes."

Leah peeled off Abbie's sodden pyjamas, and they squelched into the neighbouring bedroom, arms wrapped around each other. Abbie unfastened Leah's bra, and the two of them collapsed onto the bed.

"I got these, if you want one." Leah plucked two vibrators off the bedside table and pulled off her knickers.

Abbie took one and gently pushed it inside herself. Leah did the same, and the two cuddled up for the best night of their lives.